The CIA Is Here to Help Too

When Mizunashi Rena hung up the phone, she could not help but feel as though a weight had been lifted from her shoulders.

It could not be helped. With her undercover identity in constant danger of being exposed, merely hearing Gin's cold, intimidating voice was enough to make her heart tremble.

Fortunately, Gin had not noticed anything unusual yet.

He had merely been asking her about Lin Xinyi.

And in Mizunashi Rena's eyes, Gin's special interest in Lin Xinyi was neither strange nor abrupt.

After all, ever since Lin Xinyi arrested Masuyama Kenzo, he had become enemies with the organization. Later, Irish had sought him out for revenge, making him a full-fledged enemy of the organization.

Perhaps after Irish's operation failed, Gin was planning to personally step in and completely eliminate Officer Lin, who had caused the organization such severe losses?

Mizunashi Rena felt a flash of concern for no apparent reason.

But that concern vanished in an instant.

She was already drowning in trouble herself. How could she have time to worry about Officer Lin, toward whom she only had a slight fondness?

If Gin really took care of Lin Xinyi, then theoretically, it would even be a good thing for her.

After all, once Lin Xinyi, the ringleader, was gone, there would probably be no other officer in the Tokyo Metropolitan Police Department overflowing with such a sense of justice that he would waste time and effort investigating this four-year-old cold case.

"No, how could I think that?"

That evil thought flashed through Mizunashi Rena's mind, then disappeared just as quickly.

She was not like those CIA colleagues who funded warlords in Africa, cultivated cockroaches in East Asia, trained terrorists in the Middle East, and colluded with drug lords in South America.

From the very beginning, she had