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Chapter 213 Workplace Bullying Becomes My Head
By the time the waiters had diligently removed the splattered blood from the floor and perfectly restored the entire mansion's furnishings, dawn was already breaking.
Gin opened the window, and could still faintly smell the metallic odor, which made his expression darken.
Butber is indeed capable, but it seems there are still many details about his personality and mindset that need to be addressed, such as his penchant for deliberately seeking out gory and explicit content. This time was no exception, as was the last time he hunted Scobin; the blood splattered way too high.
Ugh, it's all because of that damn spider getting in the way!
"Butber, it doesn't matter how your bloody hobby develops. But if it gets in the way of the mission, the organization won't give you a second chance."
“It was my misjudgment.” Behind him, Yoruichi Kuromon chuckled and defended himself, “I originally thought the organization would simply erase the information about Dracula’s villa, so I didn’t think much of it.”
Vodka was equally puzzled: "Brother, since we've already wiped out all the FBI agents in the country, why go through all this trouble?"
Gin scoffed, neither confirming nor denying his question: "Even a field mouse thinks it can guess what a hunting dog is thinking."
"Huh?" Vodka scratched his head, feeling that his literary knowledge had increased again.
"That is, in tactical terms, concealing the truth and creating illusions to break expectations."
Haruya Kuromon, touching the small braid in her wig on her shoulder, explained affectionately:
"Since the members within the organization think this way, the spies from other forces will also predict the same. At this point, all we need to do is reverse their stereotypes and be extremely cautious when carrying out important missions, and we can easily deceive them. Even if someone finds out about this later, they won't link it to the organization. It's a very clever strategy!"
"I see!"
After hearing his explanation, Vodka felt his mind clear and even began to apply what he had learned to other situations: "In order to ensure the effectiveness, we need to make our operations more public in the future, so that the FBI and the people at Ark will think that we have become complacent!"
Haruya Kuromon offered a warm and sincere round of applause, but deep down, he wasn't surprised by Gin's strategic choice.
As a massive transnational criminal organization capable of interfering in the US presidential election, every action of the organization has political and strategic implications.
The Pisco incident a while ago serves as a new strategic reference point.
On the surface, the incident ended with the organization losing a traitorous veteran and the FBI losing a junior agent stationed in Japan. The results seemed evenly matched, with the organization even suffering greater losses.
But you can't judge a book by its cover. Just like Conan, who seems to be a member of the Iron-Blooded Red Team, but after looking into his family tree, he finds that his parents were smugglers, his cousin's family are international phantom thieves, and his ancestors were seasoned criminals for generations.
For the Japanese government, where the conflict took place, the fact that the FBI was driven out by the organization only means one thing: it's time to find a stronger patron.
Objectively speaking, bullying the weak and fearing the strong is one of the characteristics of the Japanese national character; in other words, they listen to whoever is stronger.
Just as the organization decided to scale back its development, rumors of its decline began to circulate internationally. The Japanese government hastily dispatched a group of public security police officers, intending to infiltrate the organization with spies.
Four years ago, with the exposure and deaths of Ethan Hondou and Morofushi Kagemitsu, and the forced departure of Akai Shuichi, the Japanese government belatedly realized that something was wrong:
It seems that even if the organization is in a period of silence, it is not something they can mess with?
Thus, after several politicians died "accidentally" within a month, the Japanese government no longer dealt with the organization's actions, and Gin was able to drive his globally limited edition Porsche 356A around Tokyo all day long.
This is truly cause for celebration!
......
"Humph~"
"Hmm~~"
A subtle hum rippled down my back, only to bounce away mercilessly.
"Black Gate Haruya" turned his head, his face dark, a murderous glint in his eyes, though his appearance softened it somewhat: "Butbel..."
"What's wrong, Mr. Kuromon?"
Sitting on the steps behind him, the gentle and cheerful "Asano Satoshi" was cupping his face in his hands, giving his older brother flirtatious glances right in front of the vodka:
'What a handsome face! No wonder he's so good-looking! The more I look at him, the more handsome he seems; I can never get enough of him!'
Taking a deep breath, killing intent simmering within him, "Black Gate Night" paused as he touched his beloved gun. After their previous exchange, firing a few more shots at Butbel now... felt like a reward.
He remembered that the last target he had violently suppressed, which had been exhausting and couldn't be eliminated without a reason, seemed to be...
Kuromon Haruya sneered and ruthlessly threatened, "If you make that disgusting sound again, you can go work for Rum and keep Binga company."
!
No way, they don't want to serve that old man Rum like that! The master-servant roles are reversed!
Brushing the dust off his knees, Asagi Minoru stood up and took the disguise tools that "Torakura Daisuke" was fiddling with. He drew each stroke carefully, his eyes as determined as if he were preparing for the police academy entrance exam.
This time, because of his role as someone who was on pins and needles, he became vodka.
Due to manpower shortages and confidentiality requirements, these organization members had no choice but to make do with their disguises, changing their appearance from tallest to shortest.
Gin is a few centimeters taller than Haruya Kuromon, who in turn is a few centimeters taller than Minoru Asano. Both of them need to hunch over to adjust their height when disguising themselves, but fortunately, it's not very noticeable in comparison. Vodka's height and build are barely a match, so no adjustments are needed, but the burden of portraying him is basically on him.
"Bring the guy who's sober now."
At a command, two waiters brought forward the outwardly intact but mentally exhausted Doi editor's shelf and threw it on the ground.
With practiced ease, Kuromon Haruya pulled out a cigarette, stepped on Doi's back, and exuded an air of dominance: "You should have remembered how to perform, right?"
"I've got it all figured out! I'll pretend I have an urgent matter to attend to and drive away after daybreak, so I won't delay the adults!"
After a powerful memory restoration technique, Doi had confessed everything he should and shouldn't have said! He no longer cared about anything else; all he wanted was to save his life!
"You better not disappoint me." "Now get out."
Having been pardoned, editor Doi scrambled upstairs.
Asagi, who was watching from a distance, had mixed feelings: ...Is this how I am in Gin's eyes?
“Um…” He raised his hand, and only after receiving a look of approval did he tentatively suggest, “Actually, as Kuromon Haruya, I don’t smoke in front of outsiders, and I also try to have a gentle and approachable demeanor, and I’m usually happy to help others…”
The implication was that I shouldn't ruin the carefully cultivated image I've created; the boss also values his reputation.
"Heh." Kuromon Haruya let out a cold laugh, turning his sour face into a sullen one.
'His face, which should have looked innocent, now appears even more sinister.'
Ignoring his subordinate's nauseating whining, he walked up to Asagi Narumi with one hand in his pocket, took the camera hanging around the latter's neck, and began to examine and test it.
Three views of a cross, the structure, types, and manufacturers of bat specimens, and a full-page record of "Vampire Erotic Tales"...
His fingertip paused on the screen, and Kuromon Haruya raised an eyebrow, his tone laced with sarcasm: "Why are you making so much useless stuff?"
"Useless?" Asagi was stunned for a moment, subconsciously taking out his phone to confirm, his tone hesitant, "But we are following the regulations of the intelligence mission, which stipulate that every operation must leave a trace..."
Kuromon Haruya chuckled, a hint of disdain flashing in his eyes: "That kind of worthless regulation was abolished ten years ago."
"Huh? But Rum said..."
A playful smile appeared on his face, and a hint of mischief shone in his green eyes: "Don't you understand? Rum is just deliberately making things difficult for you."