Rena Mizunashi drove her white BMW back to the apartment building.
As soon as she got out of the car, she heard a loud bang!
The ground shook!
"Earthquake?" Rena Mizunashi was startled and instinctively ran towards an open area.
However, she had only run two steps when she saw a fireball shooting straight up into the sky in the distance!
"!!!" Rena Mizunashi stared at the scene in shock, instinctively taking out her camera to capture the image.
After regaining her composure, she quickly got back into her car and drove to the scene.
While driving, she called her photographer and told them to rush to the scene immediately.
However, this scene was not only seen by Rena Mizunashi, but also by many Tokyo citizens.
Some were panicked, some were scared, some were curious...
The roads were instantly congested with numerous vehicles.
"Another traffic jam... It's always like this!" Rena Mizunashi complained out of habit.
While grumbling, she grabbed the sneakers from the back seat, put them on, and got out of the car with her phone and bag, starting to run towards the scene.
After running frantically for more than ten minutes, Rena Mizunashi vaguely felt that something was not right.
The buildings around... why are they becoming more and more familiar?
This road...
Could it be....
With a bad premonition, Rena Mizunashi sped up her running, quickly weaving through the crowd, and arrived at the scene.
"Huff huff huff..." Rena Mizunashi panted with her chest rising and falling.
She looked at the villa that had been blown up in front of her, and was completely stunned!
The premonition was indeed correct!
This is indeed the CIA's secret base.
How was it blown up?
Truck?
Did someone force their way in with a truck?
And then detonated the bomb in the car?
Rena Mizunashi looked at the situation in front of her and roughly guessed what had happened.
She really wanted to go in and investigate, to collect more information.
However, the villa was still burning fiercely, and she didn't dare to get close, so she had to take out her camera from her bag and quickly start filming.
As Rena Mizunashi filmed, she gradually calmed down.
At this point, she took out her phone and called her superior.
However, she got no response.
Meanwhile, Police sirens also started to sound.
Seeing this, Rena Mizunashi quickly snapped back to reality.
After changing the memory card, she began to film herself, saying with a serious expression: "Hello everyone, I am Rena Mizunashi, a reporter from Nichimai TV. This is the scene of the explosion that just occurred——————"
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Inside the Metropolitan Police Department, Rena Mizunashi was detained.
However, she was not worried.
This wasn't the first time something like this had happened.
A reporter who hasn't been invited by the Police for tea can't be considered a good reporter!
She had already hidden that memory card and wasn't worried about the Police finding it.
Click.
"Miss Rena Mizunashi, you may leave." Sato Miwako released Rena Mizunashi.
"No need to say, my camera has been confiscated by you again, right?" Rena Mizunashi smiled.
"It's required by the higher-ups, there's nothing we can do. It will be returned to you in a few days." Sato Miwako shrugged her shoulders and escorted her out.
Of course, reminders were essential.
As Rena Mizunashi left the Metropolitan Police Department and was about to take a taxi back to the TV station, a taxi stopped in front of her on its own.
Click, the car door opened, and an old white man in the back seat waved to her and said, "Ms. Hondo, I'll give you a ride."
Hearing that the other party called her by her real name, Rena Mizunashi got in.
"Drive, take Ms. Hondo home." The old white man said, taking out an identification card and stating, "I am CIA Commissioner Smith, and I need to understand the situation here from you."
Rena Mizunashi organized her thoughts and then roughly recounted what had happened that morning.
However, she wasn't foolish enough to tell the complete truth, and instead partially modified the facts.
For example, the two CIA agents responsible for the operation were not tested out by Baishi Hui, but rather gave themselves away with their clumsy actions and were seen through by Mori Valley Teiji.
As for the video she had filmed, she had no intention of telling the other party about it.
Rena Mizunashi's motive was very simple.
She had no interest in Azu the Bandit at all.
Tokyo wasn't her hometown, so it didn't matter to her how it was blown up; it had nothing to do with her.
She only wanted to focus on investigating the Organization!
After listening, Commissioner Smith asked, "So you think... who did this?"
Rena Mizunashi felt it must have been Azu the Bandit. The method of operation, while not exactly the same, was completely similar.
They both relied on firepower to win, not bothering with complex schemes, just blowing things up!
But she didn't say that, instead she said seriously, "I think... it was the Organization!"
Without thinking, Rena Mizunashi directly put the blame on the Organization.
"I also think it was the Organization." Commissioner Smith nodded with satisfaction and said, "After all, in this place, only they could cause such a big commotion!"
"..." Rena Mizunashi was completely stunned. She didn't expect the other party to not doubt her statement at all!
Is he that unprofessional?
Commissioner Smith saw Rena Mizunashi's surprise. He smiled and said, "Although Max is my competitor, I've always respected him!"
"I will handle the rest of the matters, don't worry, you continue to lie low."
"The higher-ups will arrange for other personnel to liaise with you... Understood?"
Rena Mizunashi was not stupid; her years of undercover work had made her mature.
As soon as she heard the other party's words, she immediately realized... Commissioner Smith and her superior Max were competitors and wished each other dead.
Now that he was blown up and killed, Commissioner Smith was too happy to bother with avenging him or finding trouble with Azu the Bandit.
The other party was only thinking about shifting the blame to the Organization, making it convenient for them to quickly close the case, rearrange their own people in Tokyo, and start making some extra money.
Thinking of this, Rena Mizunashi sighed inwardly... Working with these power-hungry parasites, how long would it take to bring down the Organization?
However, this outcome was also good for her—she hated carrying out missions outside of infiltrating the Liquor Organization!
As for avenging other CIA members?
Rena Mizunashi had no such thoughts at all!
In her eyes, these guys were actually no different from the people in the Liquor Organization; they were all criminals!
The only difference was that they were criminals with a license to commit crimes!
They were not on the same path to begin with, so if they died, they died. She had no interest in helping them get revenge.
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"Those bastards from the CIA actually said we did this?"
"How could we have done this?"
"This was clearly done by Azu the Bandit, I've even found the photos!"
"Absolutely nonsensical!"
"..."
In a certain bar, Rum was furious and slammed several photos onto the table.
These were photos taken by surveillance cameras on a residential building near the CIA's secret base. Azu the Bandit, as usual, was sitting in the driver's seat of a black truck wearing his iconic red mask.
Vodka took the photos and immediately put them in front of Gin, while he looked at them himself nearby.
Then he said angrily, "Baka!! These CIA guys dare to slander us! Do they really think we're made of clay!"
"Rum boss, I'll get someone to teach them a lesson right now!"
"Didn't they say we did it? We'll do it for them to see!"
Saying that, Vodka stormed towards the exit.
Vermouth unhurriedly filed her nails and said, "Vodka, I advise you not to do that."
"Our situation hasn't been great lately. First, Azu the Bandit fought us at the South Pier, and we lost a member."
"Then Sherry was captured by that guy, and we had to destroy several secret laboratories for the sake of secrecy."
"The reconstruction hasn't even been finished yet, and now we're clashing with the CIA."
"We are a criminal Organization, not a terrorist organization. All actions are primarily aimed at developing drugs."
What she said was logical and irrefutable.
Vodka angrily punched the dining table and shouted, "Vermouth, they're bullying us to our faces!! Are we just going to let it go?"
"What else can we do?" Vermouth raised her slender fingers and examined the shape of her nails, saying, "Who told them they can call in the army?"
"If you really make a move, a few fighter jets from the US military base in Okinawa will come after you... Whether you can handle it is one thing, but the boss won't be able to handle it."
As soon as she said this, the angry Vodka immediately calmed down.
He also felt that his small body couldn't withstand the American fighter jets.
But he said unwillingly, "Then what do you say we do now? We can't just let them blackmail us, can we?"
"There's nothing we can do, a new official has three fires." Vermouth shrugged and said, "Commissioner Smith throwing this blame on us is clearly for blackmail."
"They are here to make money. If we give them enough money, they naturally won't come looking for trouble with us... Right, Rum?"
"Ah, you're right." Rum gradually calmed down. He had to admit that Vermouth's judgment was correct.
Besides, dealing with people like this wasn't necessarily a bad thing.
As long as they were given enough money, they could also avoid a lot of trouble.
As for the money... it could be earned back later.
It wasn't the first time the Organization had taken the blame. And this time, taking the blame wasn't for nothing; at least it could deter others.
Thinking of this, Rum looked at Vermouth and said, "Go give Commissioner Smith a sum of money to send him away! Find a few scapegoats to give the other party an explanation."
"Oh, right, Calvados is dead, isn't he? See if you can still find his body."
"If you can't find it, find a scapegoat, disguise them as him, and hand them over!"
"A formal member, that should be enough weight. Try to calm things down!"
"Understood." Vermouth nodded, indicating she could do it.
Rum then looked at Gin and said, "Don't make any big moves recently. The top priority is to find a drug developer to replace Sherry!"
"Also, we need to choose a hidden place for the laboratory... This time, try to choose a more remote location to facilitate human experiments."
"Understood, Rum boss." Vodka nodded to show he understood.