Chapter 469 Pure Black Nightmare

—————May 31, 5:30 p.m.——————

—————Hachijo Island, Pacific Buoy——————

It has been more than four years since I received the order to disguise and sneak in here.

If he hadn’t remembered his own identity so clearly, he would probably have gotten used to living with another identity.

(…But can a cross-age recognition system really work worldwide?)

The engineer from France rubbed his forehead. He couldn’t understand why Rum wanted this technology, because the popularity of monitoring systems around the world was really limited.

It’s impossible that Rum thinks that once the cross-age recognition system is fully formed, the world will be turned upside down, and the technological gap of decades will be overcome within half a year, resulting in a global popularization of surveillance systems?
That was really too unbelievable. Even as a loyal fan of Rum, Binga found it hard to imagine that such a thing would happen in reality. But if it really happened, he would probably think it was natural.

After all, technological explosions happen very quickly, and it is not impossible for the world to be turned upside down in a short period of time…

(Have I been in disguise for too long? Am I really schizophrenic? Am I really crazy?)

Binga felt a bit of a headache. Four years ago, as Rum’s subordinate, he was instructed to obtain the technology of the cross-age recognition system. He was originally prepared to monopolize it with a huge sum of money, but after failing, he chose to use the fake identity of Grace, a female French engineer, to infiltrate.

Thanks to his ability to disguise himself and fake his voice, for four years, or even nearly five years, no one could see through his disguise, and everyone thought he was indeed a woman.

But this won’t last long. Once the cross-age recognition system is completely completed, he will implant a special backdoor into the program, then run away and no longer be bound by this ghost identity.

“Good afternoon, Miss Grace!”

Binga subconsciously responded to a staff member passing by who said hello, and then he suddenly realized something was wrong, for example, there seemed to be surprisingly few staff members he met today.

Is it because there is some social gathering that he doesn’t know about, or is there something else that caused those people to leave temporarily?

His footsteps inadvertently quickened a bit, and when he turned the corner of the corridor——————

An arc of electricity flashed quietly, and the electric shock from the Taser instantly paralyzed Binga’s body.

(…When did this place have a secret door? Why haven’t I seen one in the four years I’ve been here?)
A thought flashed through Binga’s mind, and the men in black who rushed out from other places instantly pressed him to the ground. One of them half squatted down, allowing Binga to see the document in his hand.

CIA (Central Intelligence Agency)————Damn it, how come people from the United States are interfering in the European Police? Is this a filial son trying to kill his father?

(I just received news from Rum yesterday that he was promoted to a trusted confidant, but he was arrested today? Is there a mole in the organization?)

“Congratulations, member of the terrorist organization codenamed Binga, you have been arrested.”

The CIA member said with a smile.

—————May 31, 6:25 p.m.——————

—————France, Paris——————

Gin leaned the cigarette against the rooftop railing next to him and shook it to get rid of the ash.

He felt a little melancholy. Why couldn’t we catch and kill all the traitors in the organization?

Next to Gin was a male traitor who was shot in the head and died instantly. Compared with other members of the organization, he, as the top fighter, preferred to solve problems in a simple and rough way.

Especially regarding the traitor – as long as we can find the traitor, we can solve the problem with one shot.

After all, few of those who are chosen by organizations in various countries to infiltrate their organizations as undercover agents are spineless enough to get anything out of them.

“What a trouble, Vodka, where is the next mission target? Who is it?”

Gin put out his cigarette and asked his assistant who was standing outside the door.

However, Vodka’s voice sounded behind him.

“Boss, there is no next mission target.”

Gin frowned. He remembered that he had emphasized more than once that he didn’t like anyone standing behind him, including his assistant Vodka. Could it be that Vodka had forgotten this?
However, what was even more outrageous than standing behind him was that Vodka actually raised a pistol and pointed it at his body. The dangerous sharpness was lingering and extremely familiar.

“…Vodka, I didn’t expect you were also an undercover agent sent by the police.”

He said in a cold voice, it only took a moment for him to remove Vodka’s gun, and like he had done countless times before, he could skillfully get rid of his former assistant, but before that, he wanted to hear the reason why the other party was exposed.

Was the traitor that was solved now a friend of Vodka? Or was it the person behind Vodka who asked him to do it?
“Boss, I’m not a traitor, but you might be. This is the order from Rum.”

Vodka said calmly.

“He said that you should take a good rest for a few days and he will make a decision after the matter is thoroughly investigated.”

This is an unfunny joke. After so many years of trying to catch the traitor, I didn’t expect that he would become the traitor in the end.

Gin’s anger level is rising at this moment, he wants to see what Rum is doing!
—————May 31, 8:30 p.m.——————

—————United States, CIA Headquarters——————

“The results of the investigation into Karasuma Renya have come out, but according to official records, he died of old age forty years ago. I don’t think he was the leader of the Black Organization.”

“In reality, no one has ever lived to be over 140 years old. Never.”

The agent said this with a little dissatisfaction, but he suddenly changed the subject at this time.

“However, at an annual meeting of the International Economic Forum forty-seven years ago, consistent with the intelligence provided by the FBI, Karasuma Renya confirmed that he participated in that annual meeting—”

“It’s just that it wasn’t Karasuma Renya himself who came, but someone else who replaced Karasuma Renya. If the FBI’s intelligence is completely true, the person who replaced Karasuma Renya to attend the annual meeting was Rum, the second-in-command of the Black Organization.”

“…His true identity has been determined.”

The agent flipped a page of the information in his hand and then added to his previous words.

“By the way, Habri Libnand, a wealthy man from the Narikin Republic, was also present at the annual meeting of the International Economic Forum forty-seven years ago. Considering the cause of Habri Libnand’s death…”

“The Black Organization seems to be planning a new storm within the Narikin Republic.”

(End of this chapter)