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In a VIP ward of a private hospital in Tokyo, Kirisame had four limbs bound with bandages. She lay on the bed, almost unable to move, her face still pale and bloodless.
After the bullet was removed, the gunshot wound was treated, and she received a blood transfusion, Kirisame's condition was generally better.
She looked to her side. Amuro Tooru was sitting by the hospital bed, neither staying nor leaving, appearing anxious.
"Bourbon, you don't need to guard me here. Go do your own thing." Kirisame said calmly.
Amuro Tooru was acting on Bourbon's orders, having sent Kirisame, who had suffered multiple gunshot wounds, to the hospital and immediately arranged for emergency treatment.
Amuro Tooru first vigilantly scanned his surroundings, then said in a low voice, "There's no surveillance here, nor any listening devices. I'll just speak plainly about some things."
"You are also from a certain official organization's undercover team, aren't you?" Kirisame glanced at him. "Aren't you?"
After being caught together, they had already understood each other's true identities, but they still weren't clear about which specific organization the other party came from.
Amuro Tooru said, "I'm a Public Security agent from Zero. And you?"
Kirisame slightly hesitated, then said, "I'm from the CIA."
Amuro Tooru finally understood. So the other party was from "340" IA. The reason he wanted to clarify his identity was that he feared the mistakes that had occurred in the past would happen again. At that time, his good friend didn't know Akai Shuichi's true identity, so he chose to self-destruct, which was to protect Amuro Tooru and prevent him from being discovered by the Black Organization.
But who would have thought that Akai Shuichi was actually an FBI undercover agent? This farcical tragedy came at the cost of his good friend's life.
From then on, Amuro Tooru vowed to himself that when some things could be clarified, he must clarify them immediately, and never wait until after the event to regret it.
"This time's matter is quite strange. Our information should have already been stolen by Curacao within the Organization, and Bourbon will definitely deduce from this that our information has been leaked."
"But at the critical moment, Bourbon received intelligence confirming that we two are not undercover agents. This matter is very strange; I suspect this intelligence came from Curacao herself, and Bourbon suspects the same."
"I must hurry and investigate. If in the end, I cannot prove my identity, I will notify you in advance to help you escape."
If Bourbon finally discovered that they were indeed undercover agents, with Kirisame's current physical condition, she would have absolutely no way to escape.
"Okay, you go. We'll stay in touch." Amuro Tooru nodded. Just as he was about to leave, a familiar voice came from the ward.
"The one who sent Bourbon false intelligence is me."
"Boss?!"
"Boss?!"
Amuro Tooru and Kirisame exclaimed in unison as they watched the person walk into the ward.
Kirisame looked at Amuro Tooru strangely. Didn't Amuro Tooru just say he was a Public Security agent from Zero? Why was he calling him 'Boss' like herself? Was he lying to himself, and was he actually from the CIA too?
In reality, Amuro Tooru had just gotten used to calling him 'Boss'. When he was in the cafe, he always directly called him 'Boss'. Amuro Tooru also knew that what he said was problematic, but he wasn't embarrassed. He just vigilantly asked, "Boss... why are you here?"
"Amuro, or perhaps I should call you by your real name, Furuya Rei. If it weren't for me, you probably would have already been killed by Bourbon. Is this how you treat your savior?"
Furuya Rei truly heard Fujiwara Tōru directly call out his real name. His pupils suddenly contracted.
Furuya Rei's mind raced. He asked in a hoarse voice: "You... you knew all along?"
"That's right. When you interviewed at my cafe, I already knew your true identity, and even knew that you were Bourbon from the Organization, sent by orders from above to investigate me."
"And you obviously know my identity, so you just brazenly had your own colleague, Bourbon, confront me in the Organization, right?"
Furuya Rei's face was a little red, but fortunately, his skin was darker, so it wasn't noticeable.
"So, those actions of deducting wages, and even making me go to Okubo Park to find street girls, what was that all about?"
"I was just playing around, but I didn't expect you to be quite obedient. I told you to do something, and you did it. After having so much of your wages deducted, you didn't even get angry. Anyone would know there's a problem there."
At this moment, Furuya Rei wished he could dig a 3-room, 1-living-room hole in the ground and bury himself in it. It was too embarrassing, too shameful. In Fujiwara Tōru's eyes, he probably looked like an idiot.
Just as Amuro Tooru was at a loss, Fujiwara Tōru said: "Now, I don't have time to chat with you. Although I got Curacao's phone, I temporarily used her phone to confirm your identities."
"But I can't guarantee that this matter won't be discovered by that organization. It's not easy for you to have been undercover in the organization for so long without being discovered, and I also don't want you to be exposed."
"It's very likely that you are now at the highest position among the undercover agents in that organization." Fujiwara Tōru said calmly.
The endings of anime plots are ultimately just anime plots. Fujiwara Tōru couldn't guarantee that everything would definitely be resolved. That is to say, whether Curacao would ultimately cooperate, he didn't have absolute certainty, at most 80%.
And another 20% was that Curacao, now a member of that black-clothed organization, after recovering her memories, would immediately expose Kirisame and Furuya Rei's identities. If Fujiwara Tōru's goal was only to deal with Vermouth, then these two people actually weren't very important to him. Even if they were exposed, Fujiwara Tōru already knew the identity of the Black Organization's boss.
But after Fujiwara Tōru came to this real world, he noticed that the logic of this organization was not quite right. In anime, there can be no logic at all, but in this real world, it ultimately has to follow certain logic.
Vermouth, she doesn't have the ability or qualifications to establish such a formidable organization. She might be the biggest boss, that's correct, but there's a high probability that this organization has other co-founders. And what Fujiwara Tōru needed to know was the true identities of those people, otherwise, he wouldn't be able to rest easy.
Furuya Rei didn't know that Fujiwara Tōru had thought so much in that instant. He suddenly asked: "Where is Curacao?"
"She is currently in the hands of the Public Security Bureau of Zero and the Police Department. However, Bourbon and his people will definitely not give up on Curacao. They will definitely get her."
"You go to that newly opened aquarium now. Bourbon and his people will be there, and I will also go there to help you when I arrive."
After Furuya Rei got the address, he apologized and quickly ran out of the infirmary.
When Furuya Rei left, Fujiwara Tōru put his hands in his pockets and looked at Kirisame on the hospital bed. "Scarce told me he has given up on you. The mission he gave me is not to care about whether you live or die."
Kirisame's face was pale. She smiled bitterly: "I can guess. Doing our line of work always means being abandoned by the higher-ups. I was already prepared for it back then..."
"...But I didn't listen to him. I saved you."
"Boss, I don't know how to express my gratitude. You saved me, and you must have paid no small price, so what can I do to repay this favor?"
No small price? No, there was actually no price at all. Fujiwara Tōru mused silently. He said: "Work for me. Listen carefully: work for me, not for the Public Security Bureau of Zero, nor for the CIA."
Kirisame immediately understood Fujiwara Tōru's meaning. She didn't answer directly, but said in a low voice: "I really want to agree, but I'm afraid I can't."
"Because your younger brother is controlled by the CIA?"
"You... you know?!" Kirisame's expression was anxious.
"I don't know many things, but I know some things. I can help you, let your younger brother live an ordinary life, and not be threatened by the CIA. I don't need to use threats to make people loyal."
"How much of that loyalty is true, and how much is false?"
"If you can let my younger brother be free, and you saved my life, then I, Kirisame, will belong to you!"
Kirisame's tone trembled but was resolute. She herself didn't trust the CIA, nor did she believe, as Fujiwara Tōru said, that using threats to make people loyal was ultimately a poor strategy. The true way to make people loyal was to give them benefits they couldn't refuse, or to rely on one's personal charisma.
Fujiwara Tōru smiled. "Very good. Remember what you said. From now on, any intelligence you need to tell Scarce, you must tell me first, and I will review it."
"Now, you should rest and recover from your injuries. If your identity is exposed, I will help you transfer. After that, you can change your appearance and start a new identity."
It wasn't easy to cultivate a capable CIA agent like Kirisame. Fujiwara Tōru would definitely not dislike a master who could directly operate on the front line.
If Kirisame wasn't originally trained by the CIA, but only joined the CIA because of her father's influence and revenge, Fujiwara Tōru really wouldn't have the confidence to make Kirisame change sides.
"Boss, Bourbon... that is, Furuya Rei, are you also going to make him work for you?"
"No, he's very difficult. He has his own ideas and won't listen to my every command."
Fujiwara Tōru suddenly said, "...However, if I want to make Furuya Rei obey, I just need to change my approach. This is not some great difficulty."
Furuya Rei had too strong a sense of justice, unlike Kirisame. If Fujiwara Tōru asked Furuya Rei to do some dirty work, he would definitely refuse.
But it didn't matter. His father was the chairman of the Security Committee. Through this connection, Fujiwara Tōru could indirectly make Furuya Rei useful to him.
There was also Akai Shuichi, perhaps he could also be made to obey through Akai Mary. Hadn't Akai Shuichi always wanted to join the CIA? Then he would just give him the opportunity.
Fujiwara Tōru needed his own team. Only then, when he could one day seize the entire CIA's authority, would he have people at his disposal.
At a private airport in Tokyo, Bourbon and Vodka, among others, arrived and boarded a tilt-rotor aircraft.
"Prepare for takeoff at any time. We're going to set off a huge firework in Tokyo."
Bourbon said coldly.
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