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Lin Che left without saying anything.
at the same time.
Logging yard.
Gin sat silently in the storeroom, his expression somber.
He has been here for a long time.
In fact, before going out to confront Lin Che, Curaçao had already reported the situation here via email.
But at the time, she didn't think she would lose so easily; she was just going through the motions of reporting the situation.
This meant that Gin's arrival wasn't as urgent. By the time he arrived, the battle at the lumberyard had ended, and Curaçao was nowhere to be seen.
After several attempts to contact him, Gin confirmed that something had happened to Curaçao.
They arranged for someone to investigate and follow up, and as a result, they saw news reports about Curaçao having his car logo pressed against the steering wheel.
Since the spider silk in the logging camp had completely dissolved by the time Gin arrived, he didn't pay much attention to it.
At the time, the police were chasing Lin Che, and the organization was also chasing him, but neither side managed to catch him.
Gin is still waiting for news from the "front lines," but unfortunately there has been no response yet.
Curaçao was kidnapped by that inexplicable person, and this was only her first day in Japan on business.
This kind of thing has never happened before, at least not in Gin's memory.
Where did Shigehiko Tobu find such a person? Why can't the organization recruit such talent?
The man is about to be killed, but the hostage is gone, and the plan that has been in place for quite some time is almost about to be abandoned.
At the same time, they also had to find a way to rescue Curaçao, because this woman had far more information about the organization than Shigehiko Tobuchi, and she was the type who wanted to see her alive or dead.
All those associated with him must also be wiped out.
That person could easily kill all fifty-odd people attending the meeting and easily kidnap Curaçao. No matter how you look at it, he was not easy to deal with and lacked intelligence.
The recent series of events has left Gin in a very bad mood, and he is under a lot of pressure.
"Brother, there are police closely guarding the area around Shigehiko Tobu's house, so it's not easy to get in."
"Then let's bomb it with an RPG!"
Gin's tone was unusually angry, and his voice was raised considerably.
He looked at the vodka with icy eyes, took a deep breath to pull himself back to his senses, and said, “Tell me all the clues we have so far.”
Although Vodka was still wearing a full black suit as before, his bare right hand was gloved—prosthetics had always been one of the organization's deepest research projects, and now they were being used on him.
Our organization's technology is at least 10 years ahead of the world average, if not 20 years.
This prosthesis is a mechanical structure with a surface covered in simulated leather.
Through artificial neural network connections, it can perform simple actions such as bending or raising its hand.
Although Vodka's leg was taken away at the time, forcibly stitching it back together would not only greatly impair its function but also cause him to limp and affect his mobility, so he was replaced with the same type of prosthetic leg.
Knowing that his older brother was in a very bad mood, he quickly shared the clues he had gathered.
"Brother, the area in Curaçao has been narrowed down and the investigation is intensifying. We believe we'll have results soon."
"It's up to you to decide on this, Shigehiko Tobuchi: should we revise the plan or just blow up the building and its inhabitants?"
Gin frowned, unable to give any instructions for a long time.
I was just saying I'd blow someone up with an RPG in anger.
Shigehiko Tomoguchi is a member of parliament, and killing him would be classified as a high-level terrorist attack, and the investigation would be unprecedented.
When a crackdown sweeps through society, the various actions of organizations will be restricted.
That's why he wanted Pisco to make Shigehiko Tomonoku die in an accident.
"Tsuchimon Kanghui, this hardliner, has been waiting for an opportunity to rise to power. If Tunkuchi Shigehiko dies in a terrorist attack, coupled with the recent drop in police credibility to a historic low, his advocacy of a tough fight against crime will bring him a lot of votes."
"If he takes over, the organization will really have a hard time."
Gin raised his eyes, "Leaving aside the difficulty of killing two councilors in a short period of time, the mere fact that such a thing happened would make the other officials uneasy."
"It is absolutely unacceptable to push everyone to take the stance of fighting crime, unless that person is willing to overthrow the regime."
Vodka, lacking decision-making authority, hesitated, "Then what should we...?"
Gin stood up. "Keep this posture. Shigehiko Tobuchi is locked up in his house by the police, so he can't get any information from the outside world."
“Our tough stance can still be used as a trump card; the only way he can get information is by attending the memorial service.”
"And the person who kidnapped Curaçao will certainly be there at that time."
A murderous aura emanated from him.
"When the time comes, I'll see for myself what kind of thing they are."
Chapter 102 Confirmation of the News, the Suffering of Curaçao
Gin's thoughts changed in an instant.
Killing Shigehiko Tomonokuchi without considering the consequences would be the worst possible strategy.
It is also necessary to use the memorial service as an opportunity to rescue Curaçao.
But in people's hands...
Chianti is dead, Vodka is crippled.
Within the Tokyo area, the only codenamed members who could be of significant use were Vermouth, Pisco, Kiel, and Cohen.
There was originally another Irishman, but this guy, like Binga, didn't really listen to me.
Moreover, for reasons unknown, Pisco had previously refused to involve Ireland, seemingly assigning them other tasks.
That's why the other person started to be dissatisfied with this elder of the organization, thinking that he had ulterior motives.
Pisco, that old man, has now achieved great success.
He is the chairman of a well-known car company, wielding power and influence, and is also a veteran within the organization.
As people get older, they become more confused, think more about themselves, and inevitably become arrogant and lose their sense of place.
However, that person has no plans to do anything to Pisco yet. After all, agreeing to assassinate Shigehiko Tobuchi shows that Pisco is still willing to work for the organization and is obedient enough.
The organization... is beset by internal and external troubles.
When Gin left the logging camp, Lin Che also arrived at the house of Shigehiko Tonoguchi.
The unremarkable apartment building was surrounded by a large number of people, not police, but self-defense forces.
The room was dark, but the outside was brightly lit, and police officers were stationed every five steps downstairs, all of them armed.
Has Shigehiko Tobuguchi confessed everything?
But this is impossible.
Lin Che climbed onto the roof of a nearby house and used spider silk to enter the bedroom of Tonguchi Shigehiko's house from the air.
It just goes to show how incredibly strong politicians are; they can sleep so soundly even when they're about to go to jail.
Lin Che slapped Tunkou Chongyan several times before waking him up.
"you!"
Shigehiko Tobu was still somewhat panicked, as he already knew he was going to be assassinated, and now there was someone standing in the pitch-black environment.
"Don't worry, it's me."
Lin Che revealed his identity, "Let's get down to business first. Why did you go to the memorial service? Given your current situation, it should be difficult for you to escape police control."
Shigehiko Tobuchi's heart was still pounding. He habitually wiped the sweat from his forehead. "Someone messaged me beforehand, saying that if I attended the memorial service, someone would help clear my name of any wrongdoing."
"After hearing you say this afternoon that my family member was kidnapped, I understood even more that I had to attend the memorial service."
"As for the police, as a member of parliament, I am currently under investigation based on a report. They cannot completely restrict my personal freedom if I cooperate fully throughout the process."
Shigehiko Tobu sat up fully. "If we wait a few more days, the police, unable to find any real problems, will have to retreat and investigate me through other means."
Lin Che's gaze was sharp. "You're being vague."
Shigehiko Tobukuro opened his mouth, but then sighed and said, "It's better for both of us not to know too much about some things."
"You just need to carry out the orders I give you. I'm the employer, understand? What about my family?"
Lin Che shrugged, "I've only pinpointed the exact location, but they have too many people on their side. I'm still looking for an opportunity."
“I see that the people inside are all thugs from the Mud Ginseng Society. I don’t really believe that an extreme organization of this level would dare to do something like this.”
If Shigehiko Tobuchi were given confidence, the organization might come to assassinate him at any time, and Lin Che couldn't possibly be nearby all the time.
Even if he stayed there indefinitely, he would still be caught in the middle and attacked by the organization and the self-defense forces, which would greatly hinder Lin Che from achieving his goals.
So we'll keep it a secret for now, and wait until Shigehiko Tōguchi goes to the memorial service before telling them that his family has been safely rescued, and then settle the reward with the organization. We won't delay either side.
This visit confirms that Shigehiko Tobuchi was both coerced and lured by the organization.
"Can you safely rescue my family before the memorial service?" Shigehiko Tobuchi suddenly asked seriously.
Lin Che snorted lightly, "No problem, get your money ready."
However, Shigehiko Toguchi responded somewhat unexpectedly, "I will arrange for someone to settle your original payment later."
"I promised you that I would handle the extra money myself, and now an unexpected friend has intervened. I should be able to give you the money in the next day or two."
Lin Che frowned. "What do you mean?"
The muscles on Shigehiko Tobuchi's face had relaxed. "To be honest, no matter what arrangements are made, I can feel that my death is imminent."
"Those who want to kill me may not necessarily do things exactly as expected."
He stared into Lin Che's eyes, "Try to spend all the money before you die, so that your wife and children can have a chance to live."
Lin Che found this person quite interesting. "You're willing to gamble your conscience with a hitman who's paid to do a job?"
“You said yourself that you’re doing things for money,” Shigehiko Tunguchi chuckled. “I’ll give you the money, and whether you get the job done or not is up to you. I really don’t have any other means.”
"To be honest, I think you have a pretty good conscience."
Lin Che was speechless.
Please stop showing off this kind of CPU-related rhetoric.
If the person hadn't already been rescued and if Lin Che hadn't already had his own agenda, he would have taken the money and run away right now.
"What about protecting you?"
"Just do your best."
"Was it you who issued the commission, or someone else?"
You don't need to know about this.
After the conversation ended, Lin Che left the way he came.
When he returned to Shinichi Kudo's study, he couldn't help but marvel at how powerful Professor Agasa's tranquilizer darts were.
It's been so long and Curaçao still hasn't woken up, which shows just how resistant Kogoro Mouri is to anesthesia.
Lin Che picked up a thin twig from the yard and hit Curacao's leg twice, which made him wince in pain.
Curaçao didn't seem panicked when she woke up. She quickly analyzed her situation with her eyes, then looked directly at the person in front of her and asked, "What do you want to do?"
Her short skirt and bare legs were very attractive, and her upper body lines were also fully displayed.
Although she could barely put her forefoot on the table, she still easily maintained her balance—one foot on the table, the other on her heel, looking strangely like a sculpture.
"Curaçao, right?" Lin Che really wanted to see some surprise on the other person's face.
This time he got what he wanted.
Curaçao shuddered, her balance disrupted, and she stumbled, tap-dancing on the table. The deep marks on her wrists from the ropes rubbed against them, causing her pain.
Lin Che remembered that Curaçao would trigger a brainwashing mechanism whenever she saw a combination of certain colors, but he didn't know exactly which colors those were.
But that's okay, we can try it slowly.
Before that, starve her for a few days to temper her arrogance.