His gaze instantly fell upon the surveillance footage. "Xishijia Ya, what have you discovered?"
As expected of a cold-blooded killer, he could turn a question into a statement, making it sound less like he was asking for an answer and more like he was issuing a death sentence.
There's nothing wrong with that, Big Brother Gin. I was just wondering if our organization selects members based on their looks, hahaha, because if that were the case, I wouldn't have much of an advantage.
What is he talking about?
In his haste to block the screen, Sawada Tsunayoshi spoke those words so bluntly that even Gin fell silent.
He knew, he knew that Gin must think there was something wrong with his head, but there was nothing he could do about it.
I'll keep an eye on things here, so Big Brother Gin, you just go ahead and get back to your work, haha.
Two very awkward laughs.
Perhaps it was because Gin didn't want to waste any more breath on him here, as he coldly left behind a single sentence: "Keep an eye on them."
And then he left.
Sawada Tsunayoshi breathed a sigh of relief and turned to look at the screen, where the three of them had already started talking; the two contemporaries appeared to have no issues between them.
He casually picked up the files lying nearby, which contained the background checks the Organization had conducted on them.
The first one was an incredibly familiar file on healthy skin, which stated:
Amuro Tooru.
Gender: Male.
Place of Origin: Wait, there's no need to write this.
Birthday: He really knows this one.
Sexual orientation: Who brought this up!
Age: He actually knows about this too!
Identity before joining the Organization: An information broker who was hunted because he possessed information that should not have been known, leaving him with no choice but to join the Organization.
Alright, NEXT!
Second, another incredibly familiar cat-eyed contemporary—aren't you all thinking about making some masks?
Midorikawa Hikari.
Skip the gender, place of birth, birthday, sexual orientation, age.
Look directly at the final identity: a sniper being oppressed by a small organization—an organization that hasn't paid wages for years and is extremely manipulative.
What the hell?
The last one—it's wonderful. Do you know that sense of salvation one feels when seeing a stranger's face in an underworld organization? Sawada Tsunayoshi knows.
Moroboshi Dai is an innocent person who joined the organization through his girlfriend.
Sawada Tsunayoshi:?
What a fake thing.
For some reason, he just felt that it looked fake at a glance.
While Sawada Tsunayoshi was brainstorming over here, the atmosphere among the other three was also far from peaceful.
Furuya Rei, relying on his exceptional abilities, failed to show even the slightest hint of anything being amiss, his gaze towards the two of them being just as malicious as theirs.
Hiromitsu was slightly inferior in this regard, but he did not reveal any major flaws; he observed the two silently, which perfectly suited his identity as a sniper in the darkness.
The moment their eyes locked, an agreement was reached to join forces and take down Moroboshi Dai.
And Moroboshi Dai, an excellent member of the FBI whose real name is Akai Shuichi, felt a sudden chill running down his spine for some reason.
He scanned several inconspicuous surveillance cameras. Hmm, it was definitely because of them.
Standing behind these surveillance cameras were the evaluators for this mission. He had to perform exceptionally well to strive for a codename, then steal the Organization's data to send back to the FBI, finally, wipe out this evil Organization once and for all.
The three of them each had their own hidden motives, their faces wearing equally hypocritical expressions.
They all knew that this place was certainly being monitored, they were more than happy to show off their *** in front of the Organization's people.
Amuro Tooru was the first to speak, wearing a sweet smile. "Hello, everyone. Since the three of us are completing this mission together, we are good teammates. I hope everyone won't be stingy with their intelligence and abilities, but will share information so we can all complete this mission brilliantly together."
He smiled, but his eyes were like shards of ice, terrifyingly cold, looking at them like a venomous snake eyeing its prey.
Hiromitsu gave a forced smile: "I've done what little I could, but at the same time, I hope you won't hide anything from me."
Clearly, those were just polite words.
Moroboshi Dai didn't even smile, his tall, imposing frame lending him an unparalleled sense of pressure. "I don't care, as long as you lot don't hold me back, I can complete this mission all by myself."
Amuro Tooru didn't get angry either, drawing out his tone: "Oh, as expected of a member with connections in the Organization; you certainly speak with such confidence. If the mission gets botched, I wonder if that person of yours will clean up your mess."
Hiromitsu's eyes swept over Moroboshi Dai: "I will kill whoever obstructs me from completing my mission. If necessary, I can also do without teammates."
Amuro Tooru gave a teasing smile. "That wouldn't be much fun; we are a team, after all."
Moroboshi Dai asked, "After teaming up with you, everyone died for no reason, leaving you as the only one left in the team?"
Oh, that's just because they were unlucky, but as for me, my luck is working just fine.
Hiromitsu followed up by saying, "In that case, I hope your luck remains effective this time."
After they finished speaking, they each found a corner to sit in and didn't say another word.
Sawada Tsunayoshi saw that they had finished bickering with each other, so he picked up a voice changer from the side and connected it to the monitoring room: "Please be quiet."
After saying that, he paused, though they hadn't been speaking anyway.
The voice, distorted by the voice changer, became hoarse and unpleasant, carrying a scent of rotting wood. Upon hearing the voice, the three of them became fully focused and tense, completely failing to notice Sawada Tsunayoshi's silence.
Sawada Tsunayoshi calmed his emotions and picked up the nearby files: "The mission this time is to assassinate the owner of a winery. In three days, he will hold a birthday party to marry his new wife. What you need to do is complete the mission at the exact moment he says his vows, without any errors."
As for how to do it, that is a problem you need to figure out.
You are free to discuss your strategy. Once you have decided, contact me, I will score you based on your contribution.
I will send the mission details to you all in a moment. Do you have any other questions?
None of the three spoke up, so Sawada Tsunayoshi turned off the speaker.
After turning it off, he let out a sigh of relief. Gosh, that was intense just now.
Then he picked up the information about the winery owner next to him again, reading through it with a furrowed brow.
This guy is simply deserving of death a thousand times over; the Organization is absolutely right to kill him.
This winery owner, whose crimes include but are not limited to tax evasion, murder for profit, illegal drug trafficking, operating casinos, running prostitution rings through his subordinates, has persecuted many men and women.
This person truly deserves death a thousand deaths, but this matter should not be left to another evil organization, the reason this evil organization wants his life is that his business has encroached upon the organization's interests.
The Organization needs to maintain its prestige, so when facing these people, they will use the most aggressive ways to show their power; the opponent's birthday combined with the day they marry a new wife would be a perfect opportunity.
As for how to contact the three of them, Gin prepared an account for Sawada Tsunayoshi that was specifically designed to contact those three; the four of them had a group chat, Sawada Tsunayoshi also had several other people as individual friends.
In the next half hour, Sawada Tsunayoshi witnessed firsthand what it meant to be two-faced and double-dealing.
The three of them discussed and came up with a plan: Amuro Tooru would disguise himself as a waiter and set up the venue inside to be favorable for their actions, while Moroboshi Dai and Midorikawa Hikari would find good positions outside to see who could shoot the boss.
This was only a proposal made within a small group of four people. After the proposal, there was not a single sound in the group, but Sawada Tsunayoshi's phone was constantly receiving private messages from the three of them.
Amuro Tooru: I have a better plan here, which is poisoning. He will control the dosage so that the Boss consumes the poison without anyone noticing, he will strictly control the timing to end the target's life at that exact moment.
Midorikawa Hikari: I have an even more reliable plan. I will tamper with the building at the venue to ensure the Boss is crushed to death by a falling wall at the exact moment of the oath. That would be incredibly impactful.
Moroboshi Dai: Actually, I have a great plan too. That is, I will shoot the bombs on the ceiling from outside, blowing this whole place to pieces. Although many people would die, wouldn't the effect be even better?
Amuro Tooru: Listen to me, mine is better; none of them will work.
Midorikawa Hikari: Listen to me, I'm an expert; I actually spent a few years working in the construction industry.
Moroboshi Dai: Listen to me, my girlfriend is incredibly capable; she can get her hands on bombs, or I can even craft them myself.
All of this was key information that Sawada Tsunayoshi had extracted from the long essays the three people had sent him. Each of those essays was several thousand words long, analyzing various possibilities and unexpected turns, using all sorts of evidence to prove that they were the most trustworthy and that their plans were absolutely brilliant.
Well, Sawada Tsunayoshi didn't know how they had managed to summarize so much in such a short amount of time.
He wanted to help his two former colleagues; he would let them follow the plan in the group openly, but then send private messages to everyone: "Do as you see fit; as long as the mission is guaranteed to be completed, I don't care how much scheming you do behind the scenes."
In other words, Furuya Rei could secretly join forces with Hiromitsu to squeeze out Moroboshi Dai.
As long as the two of them coordinate and their contribution level increases, Moroboshi Dai will naturally be brushed aside.
Once the plan was finished, Amuro Tooru wore a hypocritical smile as he sent a message on his phone to test the waters: "May I ask how we should record the scene when the time comes? Would you be willing to act alongside us? That way, you could observe our movements from a close distance."
He was testing to see if he could uncover the true identity of this examiner.
Regarding this, Sawada Tsunayoshi expressed no.
He was trying so hard to avoid suspicion; how could he possibly appear?
Chapter 70: Conan Live Day 29
Inside his consciousness space, Furuya Rei almost crushed his own palms before he could stop his out-of-control emotions.
It worked, it really worked.
He survived.
He survived.
Moreover, the culprit has been caught; as long as he is kept under close guard from now on, Matsuda Jinpei will also be safe four years from now.
A miracle truly happened.
Even though it wasn't his own world, just knowing that a happy ending existed in another world, that his friends were still alive and could still enjoy the beauty of the world, Furuya Rei was moved almost to tears.
As long as he could see their smiles again, it didn't matter if his heart felt incredibly bitter, or even if he felt a bit jealous of that Furuya Rei; what did it matter?
"You must be very happy, little Bourbon. Your good friends have survived. How are you feeling now? There's no need to suppress your thoughts," Vermouth's playful words drifted into his ears, Furuya Rei turned his head slightly.
Ah, I don't feel anything at all, since I don't even know them. But it's such a pity; because of that Vongola, the Organization has lost two excellent talents.
Amuro Tooru shrugged his shoulders, his tone light and casual.
Vermouth continued the conversation with great interest: "I'm almost impressed by you; to still be disguising yourself at this stage, you are quite strong."