Playing house in the anime world

"Still haven't found any clues?" Bourbon glanced at Vermouth. He was an intelligence officer who had just returned home after being cleared of suspicion and was entrusted with an important task. He was actually flattered that he could join the action team personally formed by the boss.

He even had a direct conversation with the boss, although it was just a normal subordinate greeting his superior, and the superior politely greeted the subordinate.

This time, the Black Organization formed a high-quality action team, whose members include Gin, Vermouth, Pisk, Kill, Binga, and Bourbon.

Among them, Binga came on behalf of Rum, who was currently taken away by the boss.

Binga is also Rum's subordinate. Although he is not Rum's confidant like Curacao, he is quite capable and was pushed out by Rum to find Curacao together.

Each member of the team can bring two more members of the organization with him, but it is best to choose code members. If they are non-code members, the details of the mission cannot be revealed to them.

At present, only Gin brought Vodka over to be the driver, and the others have not made any moves.

The top priority now is to quickly find out where Curacao is, or at least find some clues.

Bourbon and Binga are mainly responsible for collecting intelligence together with Vermouth. However, they have not found Curacao and the little boy in the collected surveillance.

Binga played with the phone that Rum gave him, looking bored: "It wasn't captured by any surveillance camera... It seems that they are very familiar with the blind spots of the surveillance cameras."

They watched the surveillance video carefully until their eyes were tired, but they didn't find any clues.

Originally, this kind of work should be handed over to the subordinates, but the boss was worried and said, "You are the only people I can trust."

Of course they can't believe this, but you can't help but believe it!

So they can only work diligently here.

On the other side, Gin and his friends were not idle either. Gin took Vodka and started wandering around, looking for places that were more suitable for Tibetans one by one, including major hotels and some short-term rental apartments.

Pisk and Kiel used their positions as police officers to look for clues about this mysterious organization.

Vermouth's irritability is directly reflected on her face. She is usually very busy because she is a big star. She often has to shoot movies and attend various activities. Fortunately, she has the support of an organization behind her, so no one will say anything if she turns down various acting jobs.

But even so, she is still very busy.

In addition to watching the surveillance, she also has to deal with the organization's internal affairs.

She also has to reply to her boss's text messages frequently and provide support to Gin at any time.

Fortunately, she often works with Bourbon, Binga is easy to communicate with, and Gin is not here, so the three of them can work harmoniously.

"If they are really foreigners, they must not have entered the country recently, otherwise such a short time would not be enough for them to familiarize themselves with the environment." Bourbon thought of Caesar and wondered if he was involved.

He should be the one with the most obvious foreign features.

"It's also possible that someone helped them." Binga kept checking his phone. He analyzed the previous cases and felt that this mysterious organization had obvious intentions of provoking others. Logically, they would definitely leave behind something to provoke, such as the dagger the first time and the note the second time.

But after several attempts, nothing was left behind. He felt that this was not right. Maybe they had dropped something.

Moreover, the characteristics of foreigners should be very obvious. However, in all the surveillance videos that could be found before and after the incident, not even one foreigner appeared.

If they were in disguise, then there would be no solution. After all, they couldn't possibly identify every person who appeared in the surveillance video. The surveillance video was blurry to begin with, and it was raining that day, so one could only barely see the face. The umbrella directly blocked half of the body, so one couldn't see anything.

"Binga, there's still no positioning?" Vermouth answered a phone call and came back in an obviously worse mood.

"No, they are either in an area without signal or have removed the locator." Binga shrugged. "But if they use a phone in Curacao to send a message, we should be able to try to track the signal."

But that didn't mean they could find any trace of Curacao, because it was very easy to separate a phone from a person.

"There's nothing to find anymore. Let's just wait for news." Vermouth threw her phone on the table and lay down on the sofa.

There's no other way, so are you ready to start being lazy?

Bourbon glanced at Binga silently. In fact, Binga had been secretly slacking off all the time. Should he also...

The phone in Binga's hand suddenly lit up, and the two of them quickly moved over to the phone. The screen showed a text message from Curacao.

"Did they really send a message?!" Binga quickly opened the text message.

[Curacao: The scenery of hell is very nice, she likes it very much, what do you think? ]

Italian again... Vermouth pursed her lips and looked at the translated words. Does this mean that Curacao has been killed?

Bourbon hesitated to speak. Hiro and the others shouldn't have really killed the man, right?

"What should I say?" Binga put his phone on the table.

"Call everyone else back first." Vermouth picked up the phone to contact the boss.

Bourbon silently began to send messages to everyone, while Binga silently began to try to catch the signal.

Gin and Vodka came over quickly, as they were already nearby.

Kiel and Pisk will be slow to arrive, so we won't wait for them.

Even if Gin comes, the task of replying the message will definitely be given to Vermouth.

But Vermouth needs Gin to discuss how to reply to the message. Among them, she, Gin and Pisco have the highest status.

"Have you caught the signal?" Gin took out a cigarette from his pocket and lit it. "If Curacao is dead, who will they target next?"

Binga was busy trying to catch the signal and ignored him.

Vermouth looked unhappy and ignored him.

Bourbon could only helplessly continue the conversation: "Maybe it's us?"

After all, Curacao was sent by Rum to wait, which was a countermeasure chosen by the Black Organization to deal with this mysterious organization, and then she was captured.

The current countermeasure is these people, and they may be the ones to be arrested next.

Gin snorted coldly: "I'll wait for them here."

"Hurry up and talk to them. The signal is too weak and we can't locate them." Binga put the phone in Bourbon's hand.

Bourbon quickly handed it to Vermouth.

Vermouth was somewhat reluctant, as this was a very hot potato.

But she could only use this phone that belonged to Rum to reply to the message of "Curacao".

[Rum: Curacao? Where are you?]

"Will they really reply?" Vodka looked curious, because more than ten minutes had passed. What if the other party didn't reply?

"Then we can only continue to look for Curacao!" Vermouth put the phone back on the table. Several people gathered around the tablecloth, holding their breath and waiting for a reply.

[Curaçao: In hell~ You guys come too~ It’s fun here~ Let’s go to hell together~]

“What a disgusting tone…” Vermouth said with a look of disgust.

Gin: "Humph, you are lying!"

Bourbon touched his chin, suspecting that this sentence was from Kenji Hagiwara.