He Said It Was Pregnancy, Silly Girl!

Amuro Tooru drank as he recalled why he had come here to work.

As an undercover public security agent, there was no way he was just working a part-time job.

Not long ago, he had voluntarily taken on an assignment from the Organization—to take down a gang smuggling firearms.

Normally, the Organization would never have cared about something so minor.

But the key was that this gang had actually stolen one of the Organization's deals and poached its supply channel.

When the Organization sent people to threaten them into sharing the profits, they had actually dared to kill someone.

How could that be tolerated?

The local gangs really had no manners at all!

Still, the Organization was ultimately an existence of the "hidden side." It would not, in the end, pull out Chicago Typewriters and come charging over for an all-out gang war like ordinary gangs.

So, with his bartending skills and extensive part-time work experience, he had taken the assignment himself, infiltrated this place, and intended to find evidence of their crimes before wiping them out in one sweep.

Amuro Tooru never forgot that he was an undercover public security agent.

Under normal circumstances, he would not accept assassination assignments. He was more often responsible for intelligence work.

This time, however, the mission happened to fit his cover persona perfectly.

He could complete the Organization's assignment while also helping public security dismantle this firearms-smuggling ring.

Why not kill two birds with one stone?

Now, he had already gathered most of the gang's criminal evidence. In another two or three days, he could coordinate with his public security colleagues to close the net!

Amuro Tooru moved swiftly, mixing the cocktail and handing it over.

Koizumi Akako narrowed her eyes at the green "alcohol" before her.

Being treated as a