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The air seemed to freeze.
The "Shinichi Kurosawa" stood still, neither refuting immediately nor attacking again.
He slowly raised his right hand and tore off the Shinichi Kurosawa mask covering his face again. He glanced at Bourbon in front of him and then casually threw the mask on the ground.
The cold disguise on his face vanished instantly. Although Bourbon had discovered his disguise, he had no choice but to remove the unnecessary mask. In an instant, his entire demeanor underwent a dramatic change.
The emptiness in his eyes was replaced by a calmness, even with a hint of barely perceptible admiration.
"As expected... I couldn't hide it from you after all, Bourbon." A familiar voice rang out.
His voice is very similar to Shinichi Kurosawa's, but upon closer inspection, one can hear that it lacks the deep-seated coldness and has gained a sense of composure and restraint.
This face was also young, probably around twenty-seven or twenty-eight years old, with handsome features and a scholarly air about him, but his eyes were calm and sharp, completely different from the coldness he had previously pretended to have.
The person in front of him was clearly the same Hennessy instructor he had met in his organization.
Bourbon's pupils contracted slightly, his brain racing as he considered the other party's purpose, but after a moment of thought, he still couldn't figure out why the other party would do this.
With so many people in the organization, he didn't know why Instructor Hennessy would do such a thing, but someone who could perfectly impersonate a core member of Shinichi Kurosawa's caliber was no ordinary person.
“Instructor Hennessy?” Bourbon repeated the name, his muscles still tense, on high alert. “Explain yourself. Who are you? Otherwise, the next shot won’t be aimed at thin air.”
He had somehow gotten a handgun in his pocket, the muzzle slightly drooping, but ready to be raised and fired at any moment.
Yuuki Takada smiled faintly, showing no panic at being exposed, but rather appearing quite calm.
He stretched his neck, seemingly uncomfortable from wearing the mask for so long.
Chapter 148 Bourbon, Let's Settle the Accounts
“Now that you’ve discovered me, there’s no need for me to keep pretending anymore.” Takada Yuuki’s tone was very calm, as if he were talking about something that had nothing to do with him. “Mr. Kurosawa Shinichi does have some things on his mind that make it inconvenient for him to cooperate with your operation this time.”
"Therefore, I will temporarily take over his identity and responsibilities."
"Instructor Hennessy?"
"I never expected it to be you. No wonder I had a vague feeling that something was wrong along the way, but I couldn't quite put my finger on it."
Bourbon sneered, raising the muzzle of his gun slightly. "I didn't expect the organization's disguise skills to be so superb, but I didn't expect Instructor Hennessy's behavior patterns and even combat skills... to be able to imitate to this extent is definitely not something that can be achieved overnight."
"What about Brother Kurosawa Shinichi?"
“I have received specialized training.” Yuki Takada downplayed the issue, his gaze sweeping over Bourbon’s gun-wielding hand, his tone remaining calm. “As for my background and Mr. Kurosawa’s whereabouts, those are top secrets of the organization. I do not have the authority to disclose them, and I doubt yours either.”
Yuki Takada paused, his gaze towards Bourbon filled with a hint of inquiry: "As for who I am... just a member loyal to the organization, acting on orders."
"But you, Bourbon, I think it's time for us to settle our score."
Yuki Takada's attitude became somewhat firm, and his tone became subtle.
“Your observation of me—or rather, of Mr. Kurosawa—is exceptionally detailed.”
"It's not just his fighting habits; he even remembers the old, barely noticeable wounds on his hands perfectly. This 'attention' seems to go beyond the scope of ordinary colleagues."
Bourbon felt a chill run down his spine, knowing that the other party was retaliating and trying to regain the initiative in the conversation.
He remained expressionless and sneered, "Remembering key identifying features is a basic skill for intelligence personnel. Especially in this organization where it's hard to distinguish between truth and falsehood."
“Besides, Shinichi Kurosawa is an important partner in this operation. Understanding him is for better cooperation, and also... to ensure one’s own safety at certain times.” He glanced meaningfully at Yuki Takada, then swept his gaze over the quiet surroundings. “Like now.”
Upon hearing this, Yuuki Takada chuckled softly. The smile softened his handsome features, giving him a hint of the enigmatic nature characteristic of members of the organization.
"That makes sense. So, now that you've confirmed I'm not him, what are you planning to do?"
Bourbon did not answer immediately.
His brain was rapidly weighing the options.
There was one thing he could never understand: why did Instructor Hennessy have to disguise himself as "Shinichi Kurosawa" and come on this mission with him when Instructor Hennessy could have explained the situation to him?
Isn't this too risky?
Regardless of the unknown strength of the opponent, and whether they can succeed smoothly,
More importantly, why would he pretend to attack him? Killing him would be tantamount to directly defying the organization's orders.
More importantly, where did the real Shinichi Kurosawa go?
What more important task is being carried out?
And what is the true identity and purpose of Instructor Hennessy?
Is there a deeper conspiracy hidden behind all of this, or is there some kind of change?
Silence spread between the two, with only the tireless sound of the waves crashing against the embankment.
and many more……
The name Hennessy feels familiar; I feel like I've seen it somewhere before.
I feel like I've heard this name somewhere before...
"If I remember correctly, you should be 'Rei Furuya,' who was sent by the Metropolitan Police Department to infiltrate our organization."
"You, you, you..." Bourbon's breath caught in his throat for a moment, and the knuckles of his fingers gripping the gun turned white from the excessive force.
The sea breeze ruffled his golden hair, and a chilling cold pierced his heart, making him feel as if the blood in his body had frozen briefly in the face of those words.
Rei Furuya—this name, buried deep in the darkness, this taboo representing his true identity and past, was now so easily uttered from the other's mouth.
Yuki Takada, or rather Hennessy, watched with satisfaction this fleeting moment of lapse in composure.
His handsome face showed no triumph, only a calm that seemed to know everything, a calmness more unsettling than any threat.
"Are you surprised, Mr. Furuya Rei?" Takada Yuuki tilted his head slightly, his tone even carrying a hint of discussion. "Or should I call you an elite member of the 'Zero' team?"
Bourbon forced down the turmoil in his heart, his brain working at an unprecedented speed.
Identity exposed!
when?
How was it exposed?
Could it be... that the Hennessy in front of me is really the number three person in that organization? That seems highly unlikely.
You should know that he deliberately called Hennessy to confirm information about her within the organization.
He revealed some inside information about the police force to the other party, and even used him to eliminate the influence of the Mishima family that had long occupied the Tokyo Metropolitan Police Department.
There were many suspicious points that couldn't be explained, but later, after confirmation by high-ranking police officials, it was determined that the person was not an undercover agent of the Black Organization.
Therefore, it is suspected that the person was just a fake Hennessy released by the Black Organization as bait for the Metropolitan Police Department.
Bourbon sneered, trying to regain the initiative, though his heart was still pounding: "Instructor Hennessy, don't you think it's despicable to fabricate such an absurd accusation to divert attention?"
"My name, Bourbon, has probably never been absent from the organization's list of suspects."
"Inferior?" Yuuki Takada shook his head slightly, dismissing a naive child. "No, this is a deduction based on logic and facts. Your observations of 'Shinichi Kurosawa' are meticulous to the point of obsession, which is far beyond the vigilance of an ordinary colleague. It's the mindset of a researcher attempting to dissect, analyze, and archive. More importantly..."
Yuuki Takada took a small step forward, the movement natural and fluid. He simply adjusted his posture casually, but the invisible pressure instantly increased.
“Your behavior patterns, in certain situations, unconsciously reveal traces of rigorous police training. It’s very subtle, but clear enough to me.”
Bourbon's heart sank further.
The other party not only knew his name, but also seemed to know everything about his background! The existence of the "Zero" team is highly classified!
"Besides, if the organization suspected me of being an undercover agent, they would probably have already carried out the operation just now and eliminated me completely."
"So?" Bourbon's face remained composed as he spoke coldly, the muzzle of his gun pointed firmly at Takada Yuuki's forehead.
"Even if there's a one in ten thousand chance that your nonsense is true, what are you trying to do by exposing me now?"
"Do you know that if we were to have a life-or-death duel with me, an 'undercover agent,' here before our mission is even complete? Don't forget, I have a gun, while you are unarmed."
Chapter 149 Bourbon, Let's Make a Deal
Bourbon deliberately emphasized the word "mission" to remind the other party, and also to himself, that they were still operating within the organization's framework.
Yuki Takada laughed, but this time his smile carried an indescribable hint of mockery.
"A gun?" he repeated, his gaze sweeping over the dark muzzle of the gun as if it were an insignificant toy. "Do you think I would have been unprepared if I dared to expose all of this in front of you?"
He slowly raised his right hand, not making any threatening gesture, but simply tapping his temple lightly.
"From the moment you realized I wasn't Shinichi Kurosawa until the ten-odd seconds it took you to expose my identity as 'Hennessy,' your heart rate, micro-expressions, pupil changes... all your physiological indicators were recorded and transmitted in real time by the device I carry with me."
"This data is sufficient to form a preliminary chain of evidence for your 'abnormal reaction' within the organization's analytics department."
Bourbon's pupils suddenly contracted.
Bioinformatics monitoring?
when? !
"As for why I'm impersonating Shinichi Kurosawa..." Yuuki Takada seemed to see through his confusion and continued, "Part of the reason, to be precise, is for you, Bourbon. Or rather, Rei Furuya. We need a sufficiently realistic environment to observe your reaction. And another reason..."
Yuuki Takada looked at him coldly, his gaze drifting to the dark sea in the distance, his tone becoming somewhat subtle.
"You've really angered me. Although your previous phone call did help me a lot at the Metropolitan Police Department, there are still some scores we need to settle."
Bourbon's face showed a hint of worry as he looked at the man in front of him and said coldly, "You really are Inspector Takada Yuuki from the Metropolitan Police Department."
"Don't forget, if I hadn't helped you last time, do you think you could have found out anything from Deputy Director Sawai!"
"Hmph!" Yuuki Takada chuckled coldly.
"help?"
Yuuki Takada's lips curled into a cold, sharp smile.
A gentle breeze ruffled the stray hairs on his forehead, but his eyes, which were fixed on Bourbon, held no warmth. "Rei Furuya, you and I both know that that phone call was less of a 'helping hand' and more of a carefully calculated act of mutual exploitation."
“You lent me your knife to help you clear away the Mishima family’s obstacles within the Metropolitan Police Department, and I… merely went with the flow and got what I needed.”
"But that doesn't mean I appreciate your approach of putting the risk on me."
Yuki Takada spoke in a low voice, with a hint of barely perceptible danger in his voice, "It doesn't mean you can use this to blur the lines between us."
Bourbon's nerves were stretched to the limit.
The other party admitted that he was indeed Takada Yuki from the Metropolitan Police Department!