New York, USA
Sharon Vineyard is a fickle, beautiful woman.
Yes. She is fickle in every sense of the word.
She is a famous actress in the United States, known for her varied and exquisite acting skills and her timeless beauty. She is so revered that a fan once publicly expressed a desire to drink her bathwater.
But after that comment, there was no news of that person.
Maybe he died…
Sharon didn't care about these trivialities.
She just looked at Yukiko Kudo, who had come to complain to her, with a faint, bored smile.
Yukiko was crying about her husband, Yusaku Kudo. It was said that he cheated on her and had a so-called illegitimate child. It was even found out by her son, Shinichi.
Sharon certainly knew that this woman was very deceptive, just like herself.
The more beautiful a woman is, the more deceptive she is.
It's not a generalization, but a rule of survival. When a woman knows that she is beautiful, how can she not use her own advantages?
Therefore, when two beautiful… ahem, beautiful ladies get together, many things become quite transparent.
For example, Sharon had seen a photo of Yusaku dancing with a porn star.
In retaliation, Yukiko deliberately dug up Sharon's embarrassing old pictures from the Internet.
Then, Sharon threw a few more pictures of Yusaku's affair onto the table.
"12...…"
Yukiko had to admit that her defense was broken.
And now she was sobbing and wiping her tears while complaining about the hardships of life.
But Sharon really had no interest in playing along with this charade anymore.
This kind of thing… Yukiko knows the truth of her own marriage better than anyone.
She crossed her legs calmly. Her face did not change, and her expression remained perfectly sculpted.
It was just that her eyes seemed to drift towards the wall clock inadvertently.
It was interesting…
She had received a mission.
An Urgent Mission.
And it was the Highest Priority.
Sharon… or rather, Vermouth of the Black Organization… needed to take an extra-long vacation immediately. Enough time to travel back and forth from the U.S. to Japan.
Tokyo, Japan
Kenzo Masuyama (Pisco), a big shot in the Japanese financial world and a veteran executive member of the Black Organization, ran a major car company and was deeply trusted by the Boss.
Today, he abruptly turned down an important shareholder meeting and returned to his secret room.
In front of a screen, a figure shrouded in electronic darkness spoke a single, chilling command:
"Three days later, I want to see Gin alive."
At the same time, across Japan:
The sushi chef codenamed Rum.
The TV announcer codenamed Kir (Rena Mizunashi).
And many other members lurking in the grassroots and peripheral levels of the Organization.
All of them received the same order.
Retrieve Gin at all costs.
Bring back the living Gin.
The giant machine began to move. The entire Japanese underworld looked down, and shadows converged from all directions.
Rena Mizunashi (Kir) had an uncertain look in her eyes as she checked her secure comms.
There is a problem.
A big problem!
Why would the Organization issue such an inexplicable task?
That's right. Inexplicable.
For members of the Organization, death is a common occurrence. If an agent fails, they are discarded.
It cannot be said that Gin, even as the confidant of the Boss, is indispensable. On the contrary, even if Gin died, the Boss usually wouldn't show the slightest sign of wavering. At most, he would feel it was a pity to lose a useful tool.
Having lurked in the Organization for many years as a CIA undercover agent, Rena knew too well what kind of cold, unfeeling monster this group was.
Could it be… that Gin obtained something vital to the Organization?
It's very likely!
But this was just speculation. Even if she reported this to the CIA, they wouldn't react fast enough.
Rena felt a wave of desperation. The urgency of the time would not be alleviated by her hesitation.
Damn…
I have to take Gin away…
It would be best if she could extract the secret of this abnormal behavior from Gin herself.
Hatsukaichi Highway
Racing! Racing!
Racing like he was risking his life!
Vodka was going crazy.
What kind of person was his Big Brother?
He was a peerless killer who could fight his way in and out of an FBI encirclement! He was the nightmare of spies everywhere!
However, just now…
Right under his nose, Gin had collapsed, vomiting blood and babbling about "Truth" and "Monsters." He had fainted after giving a cryptic order to bring a blood-stained notebook to the Boss.
Why?
Vodka wanted to ask this.
But the siren of the traffic police car following behind made Vodka anxious.
A cold light flashed behind his sunglasses.
Damn Japanese police…
You forced me to do this.
Hatsukaichi Police Station
The Branch Chief chuckled nonchalantly, sipping his tea.
This Heizo Hattori… can't even discipline his own son.
A high schooler from Osaka comes to Hatsukaichi to give orders?
If it was a warning about a massive terrorist plot, the Branch Chief might have paid attention. But the other party happened to be Heiji Hattori, a high school detective known for being hot-headed.
So the Branch Chief gave him the bare minimum "face" and asked a patrol car to cooperate with intercepting the target.
He completely ignored the details of the report: "Dangerous Vehicle" and "Suspected of holding a gun."
This statement seemed ridiculous to him.
How many years has it been since Japan had a shooting?
The only major explosion happened years ago in Tokyo. Hatsukaichi was peaceful.
So the Branch Chief, with a dismissive mentality, didn't think there was any dangerous person in that classic car from the last century.
Wasn't it always like this in recent years?
When a detective pointed at the murderer at the crime scene, the murderer would just kneel down and cry.
Speaking of which, it seemed that something really big happened in Tokyo recently. Many bigwigs from the local department went to the Tokyo headquarters for a meeting.
So, is it possible for me to get a promotion to the main branch if I keep things quiet here?
"Chief! Oh no! That car! That car...!"
The Chief was very dissatisfied with the senior officer who barged in.
"What happened? Why are you so flustered? How can this be tolerated? If the higher-ups saw that the Hatsukaichi Police were this undisciplined, I'm afraid we would be punished…"
BOOM——!!!
A roar, felt more than heard, shook the building. The coffee cup on the Chief's desk rattled violently.
The Chief was stunned.
What… what happened?
An earthquake?
Soon, an urgent call came from the dispatch radio.
The frontline police officer on the other end was practically wailing in terror.
"Chief! Something terrible has happened! It has collapsed! It has all collapsed!"
"What collapsed? Speak clearly!"
"The… The Bridge!"
Oh.
The Suspension Bridge.
That was the one funded by the government that took five years to build. It had made a huge contribution to the tourism economy of Hatsukaichi and was the most important transportation channel connecting the city to the highway.
Instantly, the Chief's face flushed red, and he howled angrily into the radio.
"Move out! Move out! Everyone, move out!!"
Then, the adrenaline faded, his face turned pale, and he collapsed back into his chair.
It's over.
It's a big deal.
This was even more serious than the explosion at the Tropical Land amusement park.
Vodka didn't just run. To stop the pursuit, he had blown up the bridge.
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