Even though different agencies in a country will secretly fight for the same goal, often leading to misunderstandings, it is simply impossible for defense agencies in different countries to share intelligence.

[Although I have always found it strange that righteous partners with the same goal would hide, deceive, and fight openly and secretly from each other. Even if the world is about to be destroyed, they must first consider the interests of their own country and turn a blind eye to the tragedy that is happening in front of them, or even gloat about it. Obviously, the whole world does not care about it.

All races bleed red blood...

In short, considering that the reality of the three-dimensional world is such a hopeless and ridiculous world, I will say a few final words.

This cooperation does not mean that you betray the FBI, it just allows you to pass the information you obtained during the period of the undercover organization to the FBI and also pass a copy to us.

This is just our personal cooperation with you on black organization intelligence. We will not explore FBI intelligence. It has nothing to do with the FBI itself, and it will not harm the interests of your country.

If there is a conflict between the FBI and the police, there is no problem in giving priority to the FBI.

In that case, will you cooperate with us? Agent Carson.

--Cherry blossoms】

Today is the fourth month since Morohoshi joined the organization.

It was also an important day for him to receive his third salary. He worked overtime for three months and finally saved 1 million in salary and task rewards.

Why is this day important?

Because if nothing unexpected happened, he could finally get rid of Bourbon's entanglement in an upright manner.

Although I was so frightened when I touched porcelain that I was in a trance due to lack of sleep and bourbon.

There was a car accident, but didn't Bourbon suffer any injuries? He pretended to have a concussion and was hospitalized for a month. Not only did he lose all his money, but he even demanded 1 million in mental damages.

Morohoshi couldn't afford 1 million, and Bourbon was in the hospital expecting to spend all his money deliberately and lavishly.

Not only that, but that guy Bourbon has been chasing him as if he has a blood feud just because of the reason of being embarrassed. It’s no wonder that guy’s reputation in the organization is so bad.

You know, according to Bourbon's harsh targeting, if it weren't for his keenness and strength, others would have died countless times, right?

A code member tormented a newcomer, and he was still a highly valued organizational brain like Bourbon. Even if he really found a reason to kill Moro Hoshida, no one would care except Gin.

Gin felt that Moroboshi's sniping talent was very good, and he wanted to cultivate outstanding talents for the organization. He had already planned to form an action team by combining Moroboshi and Midorokawa Hikari, so he asked Bourbon not to go too far.

But thanks to Bourbon, Zhu Xingda is penetrating deep into the organization at an alarming speed.

But it's almost over now. What's left is just the improvement of strength and the accumulation of achievements. There is no need for an extra strange reputation.

Mingmei is indeed a good girl and should not be dragged into such a dangerous situation by Bourbon.

"One million, all of them are here."

The long-haired man wearing a knitted hat handed a suitcase to the blond young man in front of him, and said in a deep voice with an impatient expression: "The mental damage fee you mentioned, Bourbon, I hope you won't do those things again after accepting it."

Childish acts of revenge have come to disrupt my life."

The young man named Bourbon has dazzling short blond hair and dangerously dark skin. He also has a cute baby face and innocent droopy eyes that can easily deceive countless people. People often ignore his height of 1.8 meters and his hidden beauty.

The strong muscles under the clothes are extremely painful when beaten.

He just casually glanced at the neat banknotes in the box for about 0.2 seconds, and quickly looked away without caring.

Then, Bourbon gradually revealed an extremely vicious and provocative smile to him.

"Did I say 1 million yen?" he asked.

Zhu Xingda: "..."

Moro Hoshida's hand holding the cigarette and preparing to light it froze.

Bourbon continued to smile maliciously: "You know, I'm talking about U.S. dollars, right?"

To deal with the bastard FBI, it must be US dollars.

Zhuoxing frowned, thinking that Bourbon meant that he looked like a blond, dark-skinned foreign mixed-race person, and his usual currency unit was of course US dollars.

But he still felt that Bourbon had deliberately changed his mind at a moment's notice to trick him.
Chapter completed!