"So that's why Rum kept this mission so secret?"
On the other end of the line, Tooru Amuro felt both enlightened and utterly speechless.
He knew that, as a transnational criminal syndicate, the Organization was extremely unreliable in many ways.
It was a criminal syndicate, after all. You couldn't expect it to have some truly airtight, comprehensive system. If it were really that rigorous and complete, undercover agents like them would never have been able to infiltrate it.
Among illegal organizations, theirs was already at the absolute pinnacle when it came to information security. The fact that it had survived for so many years without falling and grown into the colossal entity it was today was precisely why it had attracted undercover agents from so many different departments.
Bourbon was considered one of the better-informed codename members in the Organization. Thanks to the nature of his work, coupled with the recognition Rum had shown for his outstanding abilities, the resources at Bourbon's disposal already covered a broader range than those of many other members.
Yet even he, until he began dealing with Tangze's mission, had not even known all the colleagues who were theoretically closest to him within his own faction.
Tangze had provided the information on Curacao after coming into contact with her, while he had only heard Binga's name in scattered fragments of intelligence from Rum's side.
If not for this emergency communication from Rum, he would never have known that the "top general under Rum" whom Tangze had kept describing so vaguely had already infiltrated an Interpol operation.
Even with all those reasons, it was barely understandable for members not to know one another. But for the number two not to know the number one? That was still absurd.
"Actually, it's not strange." After mocking him, Tangze