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Rum ignored Qi Ming, picked up his glass, took a small sip, and slowly said:

"I've never liked those formalities, so I'll just get straight to the point."

"You should also know about the rumors circulating in the organization lately, right?"

Qi Ming also raised his glass, tilted his head back, and took a big gulp of wine before replying, "I know, the organization is going to go bankrupt."

"...It's just that some insignificant people fled; it's not as mysterious as bankruptcy."

Rum glanced at Qi Ming and said in a deep voice.

"We were lucky enough to catch some of them, and after rigorous interrogation, we managed to find out their true identities."

At this point, Rum's previously calm expression suddenly turned gloomy and sharp.

"Hmph, the FBI, CIA, and public security personnel have all infiltrated our organization. That's truly unexpected!"

Rum said through gritted teeth.

Faced with Rum's words, Qi Ming was speechless for a moment.

After a long while, Qi Ming finally managed to squeeze out a number through gritted teeth: "6".

My suggestion is to establish an inspection team within the organization.

Then, after a brief pause, Rum continued:

"Gin is leading the other members to clean up the internal structure without stopping. A bunch of rats have escaped. The organization may have been infiltrated to the core. We must secure the internal situation before dealing with external threats."

At this point, Rum shook his head, a look of helplessness on his face.

"Speaking of which, I'm a little ashamed. Bourbon has actually been working under me all along, and I quite admire him."

"But who could have imagined that he was the spy I hated most, brazenly hopping around right under my nose?"

"...9."

Qi Ming never expected that his organization would be so dependent on those undercover agents.

"...Couldn't you have someone keep an eye on him?"

"Haha, that guy's counter-surveillance awareness is second to none. Of course I tested him, but I guess he found out a long time ago and put on a flawless act for me."

Qi Ming glared at Rum, his heart filled with disdain and contempt.

Rum's intelligence is T1, I'll eat it!

Is this intelligence ranking list a joke?

The problem with the undercover agent lay in the organization's perfunctory onboarding process.

To become a code name member in an organization, simply passing some tests and assessments is far from enough; a more down-to-earth approach is necessary.

For example, candidates are required to personally kill a police officer to prove their competence and loyalty.

Why doesn't Rum let Bourbon kill a few people to prove himself?

Qi Ming said to Rum very seriously:

"Boss, you're getting old. Why don't you retire? Your eyesight is failing, it's time for you to retire from the business world."

"...Hmph, you little brat."

Rum sighed helplessly, then looked at Qi Ming and said very seriously:

"Gin and the others are busy cleaning up internal affairs and doing their own thing. Right now, I only have one person I can use."

"You are very capable, so I want to ask you for a favor."

Upon hearing this, Qi Ming immediately sat up straight.

"You said."

Rum's lips curled up slightly, revealing a satisfied smile.

He really liked Madeira's personality; she would carry out any task assigned to her without hesitation.

Although I had heard Gin say that this guy always made quite a commotion when he went on missions alone.

But he never revealed his identity.

Such a clean and efficient task completion! If there's anything wrong with how well this task was done, it was done superbly!

Rum stared into Qi Ming's eyes and slowly said, word by word:

“We really can’t get involved with those guys from the CIA and FBI, but the police can still make them pay a price.”

"what do you mean?"

Rum smiled again, but the smile was cruel and chilling.

He replied coldly, "It's not that easy to get out of the organization unscathed. Undercover agents must die."

After saying that, Rum got up, walked to the counter, took out a document from underneath, and placed it on the table.

"This is an identification document of a member of the defector organization during this period. If you have the opportunity, process as many as you can."

Then Rum took out a piece of paper from his pocket and placed it in front of Qi Ming.

"By the way, call this number when you set off and have her come with you on the mission. She's one of the few people I trust."

"Oh?"

Qi Ming picked up the note and glanced at it. Besides the phone number, the note also had the person's name written on it.

Curaçao.

Qi Ming remembered that Curaçao had been mentioned in the information Vermouth had given him.

Curaçao was Rum's confidant.

Highly skilled in combat, although only at the T2~T3 level.

His intelligence is alright, although he's still not good enough to even make the list.

It turned out to be the little Yakuza.

However, Curaçao has a special memory storage ability, like having a USB drive in her head. She can remember everything she sees and has an excellent memory.

She was almost executed by Vermouth for seeing something she shouldn't have, but Rum saved her, probably because he valued Curaçao's abilities.

Qi Ming frowned and shook the note for a while before speaking.

"Boss, aren't you afraid this person might also be a traitor?"

"Don't blame me for saying this, but isn't Bourbon a traitor?"

Rum, who had just been drinking, choked on his drink by Qi Ming's words and looked up at Qi Ming expressionlessly.

"Don't worry, she would never betray us. This document was compiled by her."

"Row."

Qi Ming scanned through the documents using Quantum Reader.

Soon, one yellow area marker after another appeared on the minimap in his view.

For assassination missions like this, Qi Ming doesn't need to know the specific location.

Once you accept a task and obtain the target information, the approximate location of the target will be displayed on the built-in map interface.

Rum watched as Qi Ming quickly finished reading the documents, and his eyelids twitched.

Does this person also have the ability to remember everything they see?

What can you possibly understand after all this?

Rum took a deep breath, walked to the door, and said to Qi Ming:

"Also, Bourbon, don't touch it. I'll handle it myself when the time is right."

"Row."

"You need to keep my identity a secret. You are one of the few people in the organization who have seen my true face."

Rum then reminded Qi Ming.

Qi Ming nodded sincerely.

"I understand, you don't want to be exposed and ruined, being an online goddess is great."

"..."

I have a feeling that this brat is insulting me.

Rum snorted and walked out the door.

Qi Ming stretched and checked the time; it was already past 11 o'clock.

"...Damn it, I can't be the only one working overtime."

Then, Qi Ming called Curaçao.

The call was answered soon.

The other party didn't speak first, guessing it was an unfamiliar number and wanted Qi Ming to speak first.

"..."

Qi Ming frowned.

You're pretending to be an expert by not saying anything, right?

Fine, I have plenty of time to waste here with you.