Irish, still brushing bits of grass and leaves off himself, said nothing and merely nodded.
They were nothing more than targets who needed to be silenced without a trace.
Back when he was still in the organization, this was the kind of work he handled. Or rather, their action unit existed for precisely this purpose.
Ever since he started working for Kumeru, he had hardly done any dirty work. It had left him feeling somewhat unaccustomed to it, so this sudden assignment gave him the oddly reassuring feeling of the other shoe finally dropping.
"Roughly how long will I need to wait?" He did not ask about any additional requirements. He merely began assessing how long he would need to remain nearby.
"Not long." Tangze smiled. "There's a good chance you won't need to do much at all."
Masutaka Shirokuchi was an evil man, scum using his influence to corrupt society, but in the end, he was still an ordinary person with little understanding of the world's darker side.
Once his halo shattered and he was about to be held accountable for his crimes, the organization—the blade that seemed so useful—would immediately reveal its sharp, cold edge.
Not to mention, he might not even withstand the blow of his reputation being utterly ruined. His identity as a writer was the only commendable advantage left in his failed life.
Irish glanced at the smile on his face and quickly understood what he meant.
Kumeru was probably going to use those special methods of mental control on the target again, while his own task was to erase as much evidence as possible while ensuring nothing could be traced back to Kumeru.
Having figured it out, Irish nodded and tightened the bag full of heavy tools on his back. "Understood. I'll stay nearby