After a pause, Curacao looked puzzled again. "So what exactly is Bourbon doing here? Did he get a job at the aquarium?... No, that feeling of being followed earlier must have been him. He didn't show up by chance; he came here deliberately."
As a well-informed intelligence agent, once Curacao became suspicious, she thought it over from beginning to end, and her expression suddenly grew complicated. "That guy... Could he have seen Hashimoto Maya taking on a case with Jiang Xia and mistaken it for some poaching scheme? So he came over to keep watch, hoping to find Uzo's trail.
"Uzo struts around right under his nose every day, yet he has no idea. Still, surviving this long in such a terrible environment does make him quite capable—he shouldn't be in the intelligence division. He's clearly a good seed for the operations division."
While disparaging her colleague inwardly, Curacao did not delay checking her superior's email.
Before long, she opened her phone and saw the email Rum had sent.
Rum was, after all, an intelligence chief, and his information network was exceptionally extensive. Curacao was also his subordinate, so he quickly learned that she had run into Jiang Xia.
That coincidence stirred something in him.
The Boss had just expressed dissatisfaction with him contacting Uzo, so Rum naturally did not dare defy orders and slap the Boss in the face at a time like this—but if he did not make a move himself, surely it was fine for his subordinate to contact Jiang Xia.
Besides, Curacao was doing normal work. He had every justification; if anyone was to blame, it could only be that he and Uzo were fated to cross paths.
It would be wonderful if Curacao could pull Uzo over to his side. But considering the Boss's