COS Osamu Dazai's me transmigrated into the Conan crew

Chapter 1107 Curacao

To the uninformed Osamu Kitagawa, such a scene showed that Laphroaig was extremely loyal to the organization and extremely disgusted with the FBI.

In the eyes of Bourbon and others who knew about it, this situation was extremely ironic.

It was so ridiculing that they even wanted to shoot a video and show it to Shuichi Akai.

"By the way, since you have become Rum, the things that Rum is responsible for...forget it, it would be a bit troublesome to rearrange all the people to take over." Tsushima Shuji suddenly looked at Kitagawa Murasu, thought for a while and said.

If all the industrial chain and other things under the predecessor Rum were handed over to the current one, it would be an extremely heavy burden.

To put it simply, the current incumbent simply cannot take over quickly.

"Let's take it slow. I'll give you part of it first..." The black-haired boy with wild eyes said thoughtfully, stroking his chin.

Kitagawa, current Rum, and Osamu Murura stared closely at Shuji Tsushima.

Well, then he can take over the industrial power left by his predecessor and continue to develop his career as an intelligence dealer.

After all, he didn't plan to use bourbon.

"Almost all of Rum's men are dead..." Shuji Tsushima thought carefully.

He was not sure he could control the mad dog.

"I will let Curaçao contact you later." Shuji Tsushima glanced at Kitagawa Murasu who was quite knowledgeable.

"Let me know..." He slowly controlled the phone.

But his posture clearly showed his contempt.

Do you underestimate them because you think you have lived too long?

"Curaçao... I seem to be playing with Chianti and the others..." Shuji Tsushima thought about his trip to Curacao.

The number of female members with codenames in the organization is already smaller than that of men. Most of them are scientific researchers, and the remaining small number are in the operations department or intelligence department.

"Ah, by the way, there is one left. Curacao is still alive and can assist you in your work later." Shuji Tsushima thought of a suitable person.

In particular, Curacao is considered a confidant by Rum.

Because of Rum's request, a transformation experiment was carried out on Curacao.

So there will be their own small groups.

"Okay, you can go back, Curaçao will find you on his own." Shuji Tsushima waved his hand casually, urging Kitagawa Murakami to leave as if to shoo away flies.

"Then, I'll take my leave first." He said with a polite smile.

Curacao and Chianti occasionally go on missions together. One is a sniper from the intelligence department and the other is a sniper from the operations department. The two work together very efficiently.

"No, she will be obedient." Tsushima Shuji slumped on the sofa as if he had no bones.

"Curaçao...I remember she should be Rum's confidant." Bourbon said after thinking for a moment.

As for the fact that the other party is a woman...

"Curaçao actually hates rum." Chablis said at this time.

"You can think of Curacao as a secretary or assistant. In fact, Bourbon is also one of Rum's subordinates..." Shuji Tsushima explained lazily.

As a very old member, he has seen many members when they were young or even as children.

"New rum..." Bourbon laughed inexplicably and said nothing.

Those who knew Rum's identity were all the other party's confidants, and of course they were almost dead.

Even the renovation of Curacao was done by him himself.

"It seems that guy is really unpleasant." Bourbon said in an as expected tone.

But he thought about it and gave Kitagawa Murakami some well-intentioned advice.

Although Ji Jiu has confidants, in the final analysis, all members only need to be loyal to the organization.

"Will she listen to the cage's purpose? Or will she take revenge for her master?" The man with blond hair and purple eyes was looking forward to it with malicious intent.

"Yes." Kitagawa Murasu nodded to indicate that he understood.

Then he quickly left the clinic in Chablis without even saying hello to anyone else.

It's so relaxing that it makes people feel that becoming the second-in-command of a transnational criminal organization is no big deal.

"Most things don't require Rum to show up. Even if Rum is replaced, others won't know. You only need to be responsible for reviewing some information and occasionally doing some tasks." The black-haired boy with wild eyes said this.

His tone was extremely relaxed.

Chablis could naturally see Curacao's resistance, but the other party also knew that resistance was useless, so he still accepted the transformation.

And those who were only loyal to Rum...of course died with Rum.

"So, what kind of person is my subordinate Curacao?" Kitagawa Murakami naturally regarded Curacao as his subordinate.

Kitagawa Murakami looked at the other party's urging gesture, was silent for a moment, and raised a smile.

"But he is my dog ​​now." He smiled at Kitagawa Murakami when he mentioned Bourbon.

"I don't know, I'm not familiar with her at all. You need to figure out the specific character yourself." Shuji Tsushima spread his hands and spoke casually.

Herein lies the advantage of being backed by a very large organization.

The woman with long silver hair was wearing a simple white shirt and black trousers. She was holding ice cream in one hand and juice in the other, following the team of other women. She looked a little cold.

"Processing documents... I'm good at memory, which is indeed a specialty suitable for being an assistant." Kitagawa Murasu nodded.

Rum's failure can be seen from the fact that he is unpopular.

A pink-haired girl with twin ponytails wearing a sailor suit was holding the arms of a tall figure, walking briskly.

He looked down upon Kitagawa Murasu, and even if the other party inherited the codename of Rum, he would not listen to the other party's orders.

"Curaçao?" Osamu Kitagawa asked appropriately.

"But I do know Curacao's use. Her brain and one eye have been modified to treat her as a humanoid memory. That's why she serves as Rum's assistant. It's quite useful for processing documents.

Oh." He touched his chin and nodded with assurance.

After all, as an intelligence agency, neither he nor Curaçao liked his immediate boss, Rum.

Osamu Kitagawa doesn't care. Can female members of transnational criminal organizations who have received code names be treated as ordinary women?

I'm afraid all of them are easily one against ten.

The rum he was talking about was, of course, dead rum.

As long as someone has the title of Rum, Curaçao will help them work.

"In the final analysis, codename members only need to be loyal to the organization." The voice was a little dull because of this.

…

A very punk-looking woman with short orange hair and a nun with blond hair and wearing a black and white dress were walking side by side. Even when they were shopping, the other woman was holding a Bible in her hand.

"Shanti." The woman with long silver hair put the juice into the hand of the woman with short orange hair, and took out her mobile phone with her free hand.

"Today is a day off, isn't it? Who's looking for you?" Shanti Inoue or Chianti asked impatiently, as if she was scolding the person who sent the message for being careless.

"...It's a mission notification, asking me to find Rum." Curacao said, looking down at his phone.

(End of chapter)