When some familiar voices came from the other side of the empty room, Binga's eyebrows frowned slightly, and then his pupils froze.
The slender woman standing in front of him was his old enemy on the road to ascent and Rum's confidant - Curaçao.
“Curaçao!”
"Why are you here..."
Before Curacao could open his mouth to explain, Binga's words fell naturally.
He is not a fool and naturally knows what it means for an organization's cadres to operate without restraint in the enemy's base camp.
"Curaçao! You are actually a traitor to the organization!"
"Rum won't let you go!"
"Wait to die! Haha!"
Knowing that his former competitor was now on the opposite side of him, and that his position was still at a disadvantage, Binga showed no fear, and his arrogant laughter echoed in the confinement room.
In response to this, Curacao did not get angry, but walked up to Binga indifferently and looked at the latter condescendingly, as if he were looking at a poor man.
At this time, Binga also noticed that in the dark halo, one of Curacao's eyes was covered with a dark eyepatch, and it was her special right eye.
It was the super memory of this eye that prevented him from making any further progress within the organization for so many years.
At least that's what Binga himself thinks.
"Your eyes..." Binga asked with a hint of doubt.
"It's gone, it was taken away by Rum."
Curacao's answer was emotionless, as if he was telling something that had nothing to do with him.
But when this answer reached Binga's ears, it aroused him to gloat and ridicule.
"You deserve it! Smelly woman!"
"I already knew you would end up like this! Otherwise, why would Rum choose you as his confidant?"
"Abandoned son! Hahaha——!"
Binga laughed shamelessly, as if he didn't care about his situation at all.
Curacao, who was ridiculed, remained calm and asked: "What about you?"
"Since you are not an abandoned son, why are you still lurking in this base when Gin launches torpedoes?"
"I was in the control room of the submarine when Gin launched the torpedo, and he had no intention of informing you..."
When asked by Curaçao, Binga's expression instantly froze in a most wonderful moment.
It's not that he hadn't thought about this matter. At that time, he was thinking of settling the score with Gin after escaping back to the submarine.
As a result, Akai Muwu was killed on the way, and his escape plan turned into a phantom, and he was imprisoned here.
Now that Curacao is mentioned again, it also arouses Binga's thinking.
Yes, why did Gin order a submarine attack while he was still in the Pacific buoy?
Is it Gin's arbitrary behavior?
But in the final analysis, he is Rum's person. No matter how high Gin's status is, he has no right to directly decide his life or death over Rum.
Or is this just Rum's instruction?
Thinking of this, a few drops of cold sweat broke out on Binga's forehead and temples, and the muscle lines on his face twitched.
Curacao decisively sent in a last-ditch attack at this time, "Yes, Rum also regards you as an abandoned son."
"Even a small character who can be completely discarded without hesitation..."
"impossible!"
Before Curacao finished speaking, Binga let out a roar like a wild beast.
"Nothing is impossible. This is the real you in Rum's eyes..."
Curaçao looked down at Binga who was handcuffed to the chair, his cold face without any extra emotion.
As a spy carefully trained by the organization, and even mastering a certain degree of disguise and voice-changing skills, Bingana's ability to observe words and emotions has naturally reached its peak.
Even he couldn't catch the slightest trace of lying on Curaçao's face.
Curacao is like a ruthless robot stating an indisputable fact.
"This is what Rum really thinks of you, a chess piece that can be abandoned at any time..."
"Although I know that you have always regarded me as a competitor over the years, as well as Gin, and all organizational cadres with a higher status than you, but have you ever thought about whether your value has ever been truly recognized?"
"In the final analysis, you are just a pitiful little character..."
Curacao's eyes suddenly flashed with just the right amount of sadness and pity.
"Stop talking!"
Binga suddenly roared and violently interrupted Curacao again.
Now his head was swelling up and down, as if some long-held idea was swelling in his mind and about to explode.
Binga is an ambitious organizational cadre who is extremely thirsty for power.
In Binga's eyes, only by continuously rising in the organization can he satisfy his desires, which is also the basis for all his actions.
Although this path of ascent is not open and aboveboard, even if it means stepping on the corpses of his companions, he will not hesitate.
But this is at least an obsession in Binga's mind to move forward.
But now, Curacao has shattered this layer of lies, proving that this upward path was a lie from beginning to end.
No matter how hard he tries to prove his value to the organization and uses all kinds of despicable means, he cannot change the fact that he is a "disposable prop".
Even Gin, whom he was most unhappy with, was always controlling his own destiny.
"Why!"
"Rum! Boss!"
"Why do you do this!"
Binga looked up to the sky and roared, and emotions such as grief, anger, and anger spewed out like a volcano erupting.
Now that things have happened, he no longer expects the organization to send someone to rescue him.
After all, who would pick up a used disposable paper cup from the trash can?
…
As the invisible "big pie" of organizational status became disillusioned, Binga began to explain.
Compared to Belmode, Binga's obsession is more obvious and it is much easier to break through.
In other words, the stronger a person's obsession with money and power, the greater his weakness.
Of course, this does not mean that Binga can abandon the dark side and turn to the bright side and be clean from now on.
The reason why he chose to tell everything was simply because he didn't want to make things worse for Rum, who regarded him as an outcast, and Gin, who was above him and even controlled his destiny.
Qin Zhibo can still distinguish this clearly.
Since the two of them were once Rum's subordinates, most of the information Binga confided was also known to Curaçao.
The only difference in the information they possess is the different tasks they perform.
Binga was assigned to infiltrate the police organization as "Grace" and became one of the engineers of the Pacific Buoy.
Before this, Binga had also approached Naomi Argent, the developer of the "Age Crossing Identification System" in other capacities, and wanted to purchase the system, but Naomi refused.
A few days ago, Binga received an order from Rum to delete some people's surveillance footage from the system of the Japanese surveillance center.