At the same time that gin and vodka were bidding farewell to each other, on the other side...

"Bourbon! Kiel! Curacao! Al..."

"Damn it, you damn traitors!"

There are so many undercover agents that I can’t even curse Vodka at once.

Tired of scolding, looking at the arrogant and proud traitors in front of him, he couldn't help but worry about the organization and the fate of the Gin boss:

"Brother, damn it..."

"How is my eldest brother doing now?"

"Who is that bastard who pretended to be me? I will kill him sooner or later!!"

After shouting here, someone finally answered his question:

"Who is that 'vodka' you ask me?'"

Mr. Bourbon spread his hands and raised his eyebrows:

"Sorry, I don't know that either."

"asshole..."

"I really do not know."

Bourbon replied calmly:

"He is not from our Japanese police."

"I know him no better than you do, Vodka."

"anyway--"

"You're not the only one who wants to know about this issue."

"We, the Japanese police, are also very interested in knowing more about it."

This mysterious man remained flexible and moved freely in the darkness, easily taking down the burly Vodka with just one move.

He is at least a "pistol realm" fighting master.

He is also a master of disguise who is proficient in the art of disguise and voice change.

To sum it up:

This person's skills are not inferior to his Bourbon, and his camouflage skills are comparable to those of Kaito Kidd.

This kind of top-notch talents who are all-rounded are very rare in the world.

Bourbon has been in the industry for so long, so he knows that Lin Xinyi has this kind of ability.

And now Mr. Noah casually sent out such a master whose strength is comparable to Lin Xinyi, plus Ireland and Curacao whose identities were exposed before...

"Terrible intelligence and technical power."

"There is also an elite team of special agents..."

"The organization behind Mr. Noah should not be underestimated."

Thinking of this, Bourbon set his sights on Ireland with great concern.

Just listen to him test it calmly:

"Ireland, Mr. Vodka is your colleague."

"Would you be interested in introducing me to everyone?"

As he said that, Kil also glanced at him silently.

He said that the CIA also wanted to know more about this mysterious character sent by Mr. Noah to support him.

But Ireland just repeated Bourbon's previous answer:

"Sorry, I don't know that either."

He just switched jobs this morning because he really didn't know where that fake vodka came from.

"Curaçao, what about you?"

Ireland also thought Curacao was his senior in the new company.

"You don't need to know this for now."

Curacao really showed off the omniscient style of its "predecessors".

Although her qualifications are actually lower than Ireland's, her working hours are half a day less than Ireland's.

"In short, everyone just needs to know that he is also Mr. Noah's person."

"Ha, it's really mysterious."

"That's okay..."

Bourbon was interested and did not ask any more questions. He just lowered his head and looked at his watch:

"Let's go straight away——"

"It's time to 'break out' and meet up with Gin."

"Yes." Kiel, Ireland, and Curacao all nodded in agreement.

They still have to continue to cooperate and lurk in the organization. Even if they are suspicious of each other, they have to wait until later.

"But Curacao."

Before leaving, Bourbon still quietly tried:

"Is vodka really left entirely to our disposal?"

Both Cohen and Chianti were transferred to the organization's underground hospital for treatment due to serious injuries, and Gin was also scheduled to be released.

Then the unlucky Mr. Vodka is the only spoil of their operation today.

"Mr. Noah doesn't have any other requirements for this 'trophy'?"

"No." Curacao confirmed: "Mr. Noah does not need information about vodka."

"Whether it belongs to the CIA or the Japanese police is up to you to decide."

"OK, thank you Mr. Noah."

Bourbon and Keir looked at each other.

They were not discussing how to divide the "loot".

After all, in the face of the powerful CIA, the Japanese Public Security Bureau, as the intelligence department of a small allied country, cannot monopolize the spoils of war no matter what.

So there is actually no suspense about Vodka’s ending:

Otherwise, he will be taken back by the CIA and imprisoned.

Otherwise, he is under the supervision of the CIA and is being detained by the Japanese police.

What Bourbon and Gere are thinking secretly now is actually:

Vodka is a close companion of gin.

The information he possesses is far more than that of ordinary organizational cadres.

But Mr. Noah didn't even look down on someone as important as vodka, so he just threw it out for the two of them to fight over.

It is obvious that this mysterious organization has penetrated the "winery" deeply and has rich intelligence, which is more powerful than what the other party is showing now.

It seems... Ireland and Curacao are not the only undercover agents placed by Mr. Noah in the organization.

"Who else could be undercover?"

Bourbon and Keir were sighing secretly.

Vodka was already cursing and yelling:

"Asshole...do you really think of me as a trophy?"

"Let me tell you, you bastards from the CIA and the Japanese Public Security Bureau...even if I die and are beaten into a sieve by you, you will not be able to ask a single word out of my mouth!"

The more Vodka scolded him, the more emotional he got. If someone hadn't been holding him down, he would have been bleeding to death on the spot.

But his willingness to die over surrender only earned a burst of sneers from several CIA investigators present:

"Even if it means death? Haha."

"Don't worry, Mr. Vodka..."

"We won't let you die."

Of course they won't take Vodka back and shoot him.

This is such a waste.

"But you also know..."

"Sometimes living may be more painful than death."
To be continued...