Rum Could No Longer Sit Still

By the time Gin shook off his pursuers and successfully broke through, it was already late at night.

The starlight overhead was dim, with only a lonely moon hanging in the sky.

Bathed in its bleak white light, he drove aimlessly through the empty streets.

For a moment, Gin felt lost, as though he had nowhere to go—

Because Vodka had betrayed them.

With Vodka's betrayal, every secret Organization safehouse in Tokyo had been exposed to the CIA and the Japanese Public Security Bureau. They were no longer secret, nor were they safe.

So this was not some melodramatic description. Gin truly had nowhere to go now.

It was all that damned traitor's fault.

But for some reason,

whenever he thought of Vodka's all-too-familiar face, Gin could never bring himself to hate him.

Yes, he had grown weak.

Gin had to admit that.

He let out a long sigh and pondered for a long time before finally pulling himself together.

"Mr. Rum."

Having regained his usual composure, Gin finally called Rum.

With something as serious as Vodka's betrayal, of course he could not forget to report it to Mr. Rum.

But Rum had already learned what had happened that night.

Before Gin could speak, Rum coldly threw out a remark:

"Bourbon and the others have already called to report tonight's events to me."

"Gin, I am very disappointed in you."

"I'm sorry," Gin said after a moment of silence. "Mr. Rum."

"I do not need cheap apologies."

Even Rum's always emotionless, mechanically distorted voice carried a hint of fury:

"I only want to ask you this: Bourbon and the others said that after receiving the intelligence Curacao sent, you still refused to eliminate Vodka, this hidden danger, for a long time. Is that true?"

"It is."

"After personally discovering the