How Many of Us Are There, Exactly?

At that moment, the surroundings were so quiet that time seemed to have stopped.

The three of them looked at one another in silence.

Bourbon was an undercover agent?

"Furuya Rei, alias Amuro Tooru, codename Bourbon, officer of the Japanese Public Security Bureau."

Kir was an undercover agent?

"Hondou Hidemi, alias Mizunashi Rena, codename Kir, CIA investigator."

Irish was an undercover agent too??

"Yes, Mr. Irish is one of us."

Noah openly revealed Bourbon and Kir's true identities by name, then exposed Irish, their hidden asset, without the slightest attempt at concealment.

Now they had no choice but to believe it.

So everyone sitting in this room really was on the same side.

"Wait."

Miss Kir suddenly raised her head and looked at Bourbon.

"Then, when we broke out this morning..."

Bastard, no wonder you only fired at the CIA this morning!

"Heh."

Same to you.

Bourbon shot her a cold glare.

Their angry gazes collided fiercely in the air, as if they wanted to devour each other alive.

Yet those two gazes soon became equally complicated and helpless.

Yes, during their bloody slaughter that morning, the people they had killed had actually been their own brothers.

And all their strenuous acting had been performed for their own people to see.

But who could they blame?

As undercover agents, in that situation, they had no other path to choose.

This...

"This is a helpless tragedy."

Noah's mechanical voice came through the speaker.

"And the reason I have appeared to speak with you this time is to prevent such tragedies from happening again."

"Though we belong to different organizations and different countries, our fundamental goal is the same—to completely destroy this evil organization."

"You mean..." Bourbon calmly perceived Noah's intentions. "The three of us cooperate?"

"That's right. Cooperation."

"Each side joins