There are organized people within the police, who have either been bribed, or they are undercover agents who have been inserted into the police by the organization.
Toru Amuro, or Rei Fangtani, immediately thought of this question.
Otherwise, no one would know about Jiang Gu Ling's existence, only the internal personnel of the police, or... if we were to take a more serious guess, it might be his other two direct superiors.
Only four people in the entire police system knew his identity, Yuya Kazami, the contact person who usually contacted him, Hei Kuroda who occasionally contacted him, and two other superiors with whom he had never contacted.
Now that Kazami Yuya and Kuroda Hei are dead, where are the other two bosses?
Why is it okay? Because he is an undercover agent? A traitor?
Amuro Toru guessed the current situation in the worst possible way. He did not feel despair about this in his heart, but had an expected emotion.
Since they can send undercover agents into the organization, why can't the organization send undercover agents into the public security agencies? Especially this kind of organization that has existed for hundreds of years. After so many years of development, its scale has already grown to an unimaginable level. It has existed even longer than
The police station was built even earlier.
It is not surprising that there are undercover agents in the public security or police system.
Part of the reason why these undercover agents entered the organization was to find out whether there were organized personnel in their respective agencies.
It is strange that such an organization with a long history and strict discipline, like a shadow kingdom, is not feared and vigilant by all countries.
As expected, Toru Amuro also realized more clearly that he could not go back.
Since there are organized people in the police, it is impossible to let him go back.
Even if he takes Aiwe Lier, who is a member of the organization, back, he will be beaten down.
Avicril will become an innocent child, and he will be slandered as a murderer who kidnapped innocent children.
Toru Amuro understands this kind of routine too clearly.
Confusing right and wrong, confusing right and wrong.
He put down the newspaper he had read and looked at Miyamoto Aito.
The white-haired boy sat opposite him, eating ramen with a somewhat jerky movement.
His expression of surprise was as if he had never eaten ramen before.
So Toru Amuro smiled and asked, "Have you never eaten it before?"
Aito shook his head: "I haven't eaten it, because I have been eating cakes, sandwiches, and bread."
He had the same three meals a day in the United States. Even when he came to Japan, he never had ramen. After working with Silver Bullet, he only visited restaurants or cafes.
"How does it taste?" Toru Amuro asked.
"It's delicious." Aito said with a bright smile and nodded.
Because Brother Tou brought him the food, everything tastes delicious.
"Want to play in the snow?" Toru Amuro asked.
"Go!" Aito nodded quickly and vigorously, as if he was afraid that he would lose this opportunity if he answered late.
"Then let's go." Toru Amuro stood up, took the boy's hand and walked out.
There is no difference between the snow in Hokkaido and the snow in Tokyo. Aito can't tell the difference at all.
But he still had fun.
The two left deep and shallow footprints of varying sizes in the snow on the ground, which were soon covered by new snow.
Tohru Amuro led the people to an inaccessible location, euphemistically saying that no one would disturb them.
He stood aside and looked at the young man who was having a great time, with unpredictable eyes.
There was another silver-blue earring on the other person's left ear, and a watch with a light blue dial on his wrist.
There are more and more new marks, but he has left nothing.
From the beginning, his plan was too modest and progress too slow.
"Look, this is you, Brother Tou." Aito pointed at the snowman he had just built with his sapphire ring-wearing finger, looking like he was begging for praise.
"Well done." Toru Amuro's hand slowly fell on his shoulder, then gradually moved up to touch his neck.
At the same time, the cold muzzle of the gun was pressed against the back of Aito's head.
"...Brother Tou?" The young man's tone was blank, as if he hadn't yet understood the situation.
He lowered his eyes and looked at the snowman in front of him. The smile on his face gradually faded and turned into a light smile.
Undercover family members do this all the time.
"Who am I?" Toru Amuro's voice came from behind him.
"Brother Tou? Bourbon?" The young man's voice was still confused and confused.
"Then... who are you?" Toru Amuro continued to ask.
"Miyamoto Aito, Ivy Clear." When answering about his identity, the young man's attitude was obviously much more straightforward.
"Are you the bait prepared by the organization for undercover agents? Ai Vikriel." Toru Amuro asked as he pressed the muzzle of his gun against the back of the boy's head.
"No." Aito shook his head.
It just happened... that it was easy for him to meet his undercover family members.
"Do you know Kazami Yuya?" Amuro Toru's voice was low.
Miyamoto Aito did not answer this.
He does know, so he can't lie and say he doesn't know, he can only remain silent.
"What's wrong with him?" Toru Amuro confirmed his thoughts.
Avicril knew Kazami Yuya, and Kazami Yuya's disappearance definitely had something to do with him, otherwise Avicril would not have known about Kazami Yuya's existence.
"Answer me, Avicril." Toru Amuro tightened his grip on the boy's neck.
"He is dead." Aito replied calmly, his posture as well-behaved as ever.
Even though Amuro Toru's gun was pressed against his head at this moment, his hands were still strangled around his neck.
"...When did he die?" When Toru Amuro heard the answer, he felt like the dust had settled.
Kazami Yuya's death was also expected by him.
"I don't remember the specific time, but it was after I came back from the No. 1 Night Festival with Hideki and the others." The white-haired boy seemed to answer every question, too docile.
Toru Amuro recalled that one night after the No. 1 Night Festival in the World, Avicril came out of the underground research room.
He also pushed out a suitcase and handed it to Suzi to handle.
At that time, he thought it was a new product developed by Avicril for the organization.
Now that I think about it... isn't it?!
"You killed him in the underground laboratory? Put him in the suitcase? Pushed him out in front of me?" Amuro Toru's eyes became darker.
He originally only planned to ask for the truth and then leave with Avicril.
but now……
He looked at the young man who was still full of harmlessness, innocent and ignorant, but he no longer thought of him as a child.
"Yes." The boy with white hair and blue eyes replied naturally.
"What is the gift Suzi gave me?" So Toru Amuro slowly exhaled and asked again.
"It's a souvenir of Kazami Yuya's ashes." Aito didn't have any hidden thoughts about this and said directly.
"So, Suzi also knows my identity." Toru Amuro said firmly.
If he didn't know, he wouldn't have given him a souvenir made of Yuya Kazami's ashes.
This is an act of naked provocation and ridicule.
His guess was correct, the organization did already know his undercover identity.
He himself, bringing Avicril out to play was just an excuse, he just wanted to find an unobtrusive way to get rid of the organization.
It's still different to sneak away that night and take Avicril on vacation openly.