Ke Xue World: The Confrontation between Black and Red

Since Whiskey himself did not want to interact too much with other members of the organization, he stayed in this safe house for less than an hour, and then left the safe house with Tohru Amuro on the pretext that he still had important matters to deal with. Room.

Gin, who knew Whiskey's temperament well, gave him a look that said he should get out of here. Belmode wanted to say something, but when he saw Whiskey looking up at him, he still held back his inner thoughts.

Toru Amuro put his backpack on his shoulders again, and from the range of his movements, the concrete caution could be clearly seen.

After leaving the house, Whiskey took a taxi directly.

When Toru Amuro followed Whiskey to his private safe house, standing in front of the floor-to-ceiling windows on the top floor of the luxury apartment, Toru Amuro looked ahead at the Langley Building, which was no more than three kilometers away in a straight line, and turned to look at Whiskey:

"Sir, this is really..."

Toru Amuro, who was about to sigh, turned around and saw Whiskey sitting directly on the floor, as well as various parts placed on the ground in front of Whiskey, and he immediately swallowed back his next words.

At this moment, the black backpack that Amuro Toru carefully brought from Washington to Langley and was currently placed next to Whiskey was empty.

Everything inside was placed on the floor in front of him by Whiskey according to some unknown rules.

After placing the last part, Whiskey turned around and took out a tool box from under the sofa behind him.

As soon as Toru Amuro saw the battle, he knew that his boss was planning to assemble the parts on the ground.

As a result, he no longer paid attention to the CIA headquarters building outside the window, but concentrated on watching every step of the whiskey assembly.

More than an hour later, a spherical machine about the size of an ordinary football and completely black appeared in front of Toru Amuro.

Looking at this spherical machine whose function is unknown but absolutely important, Toru Amuro asked tentatively:

"Is this a bomb too?"

Whiskey shook his head. He took out a USB flash drive with a crow pattern from his coat pocket, pointed it at the only gap on the machine and pressed it in.

As the last important part was successfully returned to its place, the originally pitch-black spherical machine revealed its true appearance after a burst of "clack-clack" sounds.

Toru Amuro looked at the small aircraft in front of him that was scaled down to the size of a real armed helicopter. It looked like a toy, but in fact it had a metallic cold light, and there was confusion on his face.

What is this for?

There is no way this small helicopter has the same lethality as a real armed helicopter.

Even if it were, it wouldn't pose much of a threat to the CIA.

"take off."

"Start program number one."

"With a radius of two kilometers as the investigation range, activate the investigation eye."

"Close Program One."

"Stop the investigation."

Opening the laptop on the sofa, Whiskey gave several orders to the small helicopter in an orderly manner.

Toru Amuro watched the miniature helicopter slowly fly into the air, and disappeared in the blink of an eye with Whiskey's second command.

And when Whiskey said to close Program No. 1, he appeared quietly again, as if invisible.

Of course, what Toru Amuro was more concerned about was the small black ball that appeared suddenly and hovered around the miniature helicopter, about the same size as the glass marbles that children like to play with.

Detective eye?

Toru Amuro immediately aligned these small balls with the detective eyes in Whiskey's third order.

Then, he looked at the screen of the laptop that Whiskey had specially turned to face him, and everything that was happening in the room was clearly playing on it.

Then, following Whiskey's last command, the investigative eyes that originally spread out and flew towards the half-open window returned to the mini-helicopter.

The real-time recording on the laptop also stopped.

After finishing this simple demonstration, Whiskey looked at the machine that had returned to its initial spherical state and handed it to Toru Amuro's hand.

"This is to coordinate with the action in a few days. You should get familiar with it in the past two days.

I have entered your identity information into the central controller in advance. Apart from me, you will have the highest command authority. "

Having said this, Whiskey paused, looked at Toru Amuro who looked shocked and said:

"After the operation is over, this will be yours, consider it a post-employment gift from me as your boss.

Congratulations on officially becoming a member of the equipment team, Bourbon. "

Holding the spherical machine in his hand, Toru Amuro looked at Whiskey and after saying these words, he turned around and left without waiting for him to express his loyalty. His thoughts were filled with thoughts for a while.

Unlike Rum, who is always calculating and suspicious of his cronies, Whiskey is undoubtedly a very charismatic leader.

There is no doubt about his strength and his excellence is well known.

Even though Amuro Toru knew very well in his heart that he was ruthless, calculating, well versed in the city, his behavior was unpredictable, his hands were stained with countless blood, and he could not be considered a good person at all.

But to Xiang, to his closest associates, and even to him, he was such a perfect boss that no one could find a single fault.

Unconditional protection, trust expressed through practical actions, and answering questions like a mentor.

It is no exaggeration for Toru Amuro to say that if he were just Toru Amuro and just Bourbon, then when he met a boss like Whiskey, he would swear allegiance to him without hesitation, and would willingly go through life and death for him, offering him the highest loyalty. .

A man dies for his bosom friend, a word that perfectly sums up Tohru Amuro's life.

Detailed information on members with the same code name within the department, high-level confidential information involving arms smuggling, one of the core businesses, detailed addresses of nearly a hundred C-class arsenals located around the world, and a series of other important information.

And now, this kind of advanced equipment, which has a series of excellent skills such as invisibility, high-altitude reconnaissance, and intelligent control, and was assembled by one of the core cadres of the organization, was so easily handed over to him, who had just received it less than two months ago. in the hands of newcomers.

In the entire organization, I'm afraid only Whiskey can do it.

But why does Whiskey trust him so much? He didn't suspect at all that he had ulterior motives or that he was an undercover agent?

An, police, room, undercover, Tong Tong was puzzled.

Since joining the equipment team, Toru Amuro has felt a completely different atmosphere from the intelligence team.

Unlike the intelligence team, which is always involved in life and death, the atmosphere in the equipment team has always been very harmonious, with a sense of ease and comfort.

Everyone is doing their own work, and even if the relationship between the members is not close, at least for him, who was poached from Rum by Whiskey himself, it is basically close. .

Perhaps this is also because he is the partner of the equipment group Dou Xiang, but more importantly, it is because Whiskey looks at him differently.

His days in the equipment team were the easiest time he had ever had since joining the organization.

There was no suspicious boss, no endless tasks, and except for a new partner who gradually revealed his true nature in front of him and made him unable to resist calling and complaining to Xiao Tongran all night long, everything was so beautiful.

Logically speaking, he should be happy to receive such precious trust from Whiskey, whose scheming is much higher than that of rum.

After all, judging from Whiskey's arrangements for him in the past few days, it is obvious that he plans to hand over part of the core business of the equipment team to him.

But right now, in addition to being filled with doubts, Toru Amuro also felt a chill in his heart. The icy coldness reached its peak when Whiskey said his last words and called out his code name with a hint of joy and satisfaction.

Why would such a person who is much better than him in ability and intelligence give him such high trust?

Even this weapon, which is very suitable for spying on intelligence, was given to him easily and was said to be a gift for joining the company.

In recent years, Bourbon's reputation has been notoriously bad within the organization.

Ever since he gained Rum's favor with his excellent intelligence capabilities, adjectives such as sweet-talking, sinister, ruthless, unscrupulous, and back-stabbing his companions have become firmly attached to him and cannot be torn off.

In gossip forums, rumors about Bourbon are like grass after the rain, growing one after another.

There is no way that Whiskey doesn't know about these things. Even if Whiskey doesn't pay attention to these things, it's not like any of his close confidants have not heard of these rumors.

However, it was so unbelievable that Whiskey would trust such a notorious intelligence officer like him.

Not only did he become the official partner of the equipment group Hibiki, but he also responded to any questions he had with a good temper.

So, does Whiskey really trust him?

Or do you want to use him to achieve some purpose that only he can achieve?

Amuro Toru's reason told him that the latter was more likely, but his heart was vaguely leaning towards the former.

Reason and emotion are in fierce conflict, and Toru Amuro himself is constantly wavering between the two.

In the end, I still couldn't give an accurate answer.

Whiskey already knew Toru Amuro's complicated emotions. After all, he was the one who quietly pushed Amuro Toru into such a complicated state of mind.

As for why whiskey does this.

Because, he needs a suitable hand of cards that can adapt to his next plan.

Under such circumstances, Toru Amuro's next behavior will determine his position in this hand.

Lure card? Famous brand? Dark card? Or kill cards?

Whiskey is very much looking forward to it.

At the same time, he wanted to see if a police undercover agent who had been colored by the organization still had the courage to continue to stay in this abyss at the risk of being completely dyed black and expelled from the light.

After all, if you go further, Toru Amuro will come into contact with the ultimate dark side of the organization and Neon's top management. At that level, his emotions and reason will face the cruelest choice.

If you can't wake up, even breathing will be painful.

Thinking of this, a trace of doubt suddenly flashed in Whiskey's eyes.

Why did he have such an idea?

He would actually have such ridiculous concern for an undercover member of the police.

He thought over and over in his mind, and finally, a pair of eyes with relief emerged from the depths of his memory.

Perhaps, he wanted to prove to the undercover agent who died in front of him that he was wrong.

In the next two days, gin, rum, and champagne made a lot of noise around Langley. The black market in Berry Country, which had been gradually calming down, has become turbulent again.

In the apartment, Toru Amuro and Whiskey had not stepped out of the apartment door in the past two days.

Toru Amuro was busy inquiring about the latest intelligence from the CIA, providing intelligence support for Gin and others' operations, and learning more about the entry gift given to him by Whiskey.

He knew very well that Whiskey had already determined the organization's position for him in the next operation against the CIA.

That's the eyes.

A very, very important position, but does not need to be on the front line of the fight.

In another room, whiskey has been circulating in the major black markets and dark webs in the Berry Country for the past two days, and the dense and seemingly endless text information quickly passed by as the mouse scrolled.

Using the dozens of trumpets created by Seliul, Whiskey released nearly two hundred bounty missions, large and small, on the dark webs of major black markets.

As the black market and darknet have been surging in recent days, his bounties are inconspicuous among them.

Sitting on the carpet, Whiskey looked at the dense pop-up windows and layers of electronic information projected on the wall. While reading the information at a glance, he was still quickly replying to the messages in the pop-up windows.

At this time, an email suddenly popped up from the background, directly covering the information that Whiskey was reading.

When he saw the email address of the sender, Whiskey narrowed his eyes slightly.

Diogea? Send an email at this time?

He opened the email, removed the honorific and signature, and only wrote one line:

MI6 changes, the crown jewel is suspected to be missing.

Whiskey stared at the second half of the sentence for a long time. His expression first flashed with surprise, and then quickly returned to calm.

Finally, he replied to Diogia:

Fake news can be exploited.

The word went out and whiskey returned to the vast ocean of knowledge.

He continued to carry out clear and simple intelligence transactions with dozens of intelligence dealers at the bottom of the industry.

As the pieces of information were compiled, Whiskey began to sort them out in his mind, and then figured out a deeply hidden clue:

"So it's you."

Whiskey's voice was extremely soft, and there was even a smile on his lips, but a cold light quickly flashed in his eyes.

...

On the other side, Rum, who was already impatient with waiting, looked at Gin who was motionless and said in a rather dissatisfied tone:

"It's been two days, how long will it take for Whiskey to wait?"

"You can ask him yourself."

Gin had no interest in talking to Rum, who had become very angry recently. He was rubbing the box in his coat pocket very steadily.