"Stop arguing." The white-collar worker lowered his voice slightly and said to the two quarrelling men, "Aren't you embarrassed? Do you want to live broadcast your conversation online?"
The two looked up and saw the Video Camera at the shop entrance, instinctively falling silent. Then they snorted in unison.
The bulkier man angrily snapped his Briefcase shut, grabbed the water cup from the table, and strode away. The other man's face suddenly turned extremely ugly. He stood there in a daze for a moment, then silently picked up his own cup and left with a dark expression.
Amuro Tooru turned sideways and watched the two hot-tempered men who had shoved past him on their way out. "..."
Suddenly, someone adjusted his head.
Jiang Xia straightened his hat and murmured, "Boss, your mascot head is crooked."
Amuro Tooru: "..."
How did you recognize me?!
Amuro Tooru had not received the message Irish had sent to the group before boarding the plane, but he had heard some rumors concerning Councilman Takada.
It was not that Curacao's mission had leaked. Rather, Bourbon had caught a whiff of something from Councilman Takada's recent conduct and policies, as well as Organization members who occasionally appeared near the councilman to keep watch.
The Organization's assassinations were rarely sudden. More often than not, they began with a period of meticulous surveillance. Once it was decided that someone had to be eliminated, the members tailing them would send the information gathered during that time to the cadre in charge of carrying out the hit. Soon after, the target would vanish from this world. Bourbon had spent so many years in the Organization that he had developed some sense for this process.
He wanted to see whether he could save the councilman if possible. If not, he could at