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what does this mean?

How could someone with a dual identity infiltrate the organization so deeply that they even became a training instructor known as "Hennessy"?

What exactly is his purpose? Is it for some larger plan, or simply a transaction of interests?

"limit?"

Bourbon forced himself to remain calm, trying to make sense of the chaotic situation.

"Inspector Takada, or should I continue to call you Instructor Hennessy? When you chose to put on this organization's skin and stand here to talk to me, do you think there's any clear boundary left between us?"

He paused deliberately, observing the other person's reaction, while his brain rapidly filtered through all the fragments of memory about "Takada Yuki".

According to the information sent by Yuya Kazami, Yuki Takada was transferred from Aichi Prefecture, and the other documents have been temporarily sealed away.

It seems that for someone to receive such high treatment within the Metropolitan Police Department, it's likely that they've used resources from the Black Organization to achieve their personal goals within the police force.

"What I'm more interested in now is, which side do you actually represent?"

Bourbon asked slowly, his gun still steady, "Are you a lone wolf in the Metropolitan Police Department, or a loyal dog of the organization? Or... are you neither, just playing a dangerous game that belongs only to yourself?"

Yuki Takada remained noncommittal to Bourbon's pointed questions. He simply flexed his wrist slightly, a posture that didn't resemble facing a gun barrel but rather preparing for a leisurely conversation.

“Who I am doesn’t affect what we’re going to talk about next, Rei Furuya.” He avoided directly defining himself and steered the conversation back on track. “The important thing is that you now have two choices.”

"First, try firing here and see if my movements are faster or your bullets are faster."

"At the same time, let's gamble that after you kill me, the data about your suspicious identity will immediately explode, bringing you and all your possible associates in the Metropolitan Police Department to ruin."

Bourbon's eyes were icy cold as he gently stroked the trigger guard with his fingertips.

He was calculating the possibility of instantly killing his opponent, and the difficulty of handling the aftermath. The opponent's arrogance must stem from something they were relying on.

"And the second?" he asked coldly.

“Second…” Takada Yuuki leaned forward slightly, his voice lower and more seductively calm, “Let’s make a deal. You do me a favor, and I’ll help you… maintain the identity of ‘Bourbon,’ and even provide you with a certain degree of ‘favors’ within the organization.”

"Help?" Bourbon scoffed. "Like last time, help you eliminate a few more rivals in the Metropolitan Police Department? Inspector Takada, does your career require so many schemes to pave the way?"

“No, this time is different.” Yuuki Takada shook his head, his eyes becoming deep. “This time, the target is not inside the Metropolitan Police Department. At least, not entirely.”

Yuki Takada was carefully choosing his words, or perhaps he was observing Bourbon's reaction.

"Don't worry, I'm going to tell the organization that you're an undercover agent for the Metropolitan Police Department's Public Security Bureau. Do you think you're still worthy of standing safely in front of me?" Takada Yuki glanced coldly at Bourbon.

Seeing that he was still deeply suspicious, Yuuki Takada said calmly, "Actually, I had already investigated your background the day you joined our Black Organization."

"If I hadn't secretly helped you out, do you think you could have successfully infiltrated our Black Organization?"

"Therefore, we're even now. There's one thing I hope you'll remember: don't try anything funny with me, or don't blame me for being ruthless."

Bourbon looked at Hennessy in disbelief and asked, puzzled, "Why are you telling me all this? As the number three in the Black Organization, shouldn't you be following orders from the organization in everything you do?"

"Hmph!" Takada Yuuki put his left hand into his pocket and waved his right hand lightly: "Sorry, I've always hated the rude behavior of those people in the organization. I only care about interests, and that's the right choice for me."

"Of course, if your Metropolitan Police Department is willing to pay a high price to make a deal with me, I would be very happy to."

Chapter 150 One Billion

Bourbon looked at Yuki Takada in front of him and asked in a cold voice, "It seems that you know quite a bit about the Black Organization."

"I want to know, who is the ultimate mastermind behind your Black Organization?"

Yuki Takada smiled faintly, then held up his fingers to form a number.

"You're asking for 100,000 yen to talk? That's easy. I'll have my colleagues at the Metropolitan Police Department transfer the money to your account later," Bourbon replied, looking at Takada Yuki with relief.

Listening, Yuuki Takada shook his head: "Sorry, I meant one billion yen..."

"Damn it! Hennessy, you..." Bourbon roared angrily at Takada Yuki's outrageous demands, "You should know that even if you sold the entire Metropolitan Police Department, you still couldn't scrape together 1 billion yen for me."

"Are you kidding me?"

Yuuki Takada smiled faintly, "Bourbon, have you forgotten that we're making a deal? Do you think the mastermind behind the Black Organization isn't worth the price?"

“If not, I don’t think anyone in your Metropolitan Police Department would believe that our Black Organization specifically sent you to infiltrate our organization.”

"Of course, from now on, we two will only do what we are obligated to do. What you do is none of my business, Hennessy. Also, I hope you can keep my secret for me."

“Alright, it’s getting late. I think it’s time for you to come back with me.” Yuuki Takada said softly, then got back into his black Porsche.

Bourbon stood still, the breeze ruffling his pale golden hair, but it couldn't dispel the heaviness in his heart.

He looked at Yuki Takada and slowly and calmly walked towards the black Porsche, as if the conversation that had just been so dramatic was nothing more than ordinary small talk.

"Wait a minute," Bourbon finally spoke, his voice exceptionally clear in the sea breeze.

Yuki Takada's hand was already on the car door. Hearing this, he turned his head slightly, his silhouette somewhat blurred by the moonlight in the night.

“Why should I trust you?” Bourbon asked, finally lowering the gun in his hand, but his muscles remained tense. “How can I trust your ‘deal’ when you can move freely between the organization and the Metropolitan Police Department, and even use bio-monitoring technology silently?”

Yuuki Takada turned around, leaned against the car door, took out a pack of cigarettes from his pocket, and gently flicked one out, putting it in his mouth. The flame of the lighter flashed in the night, illuminating his half-smiling eyes.

“You don’t need to trust me, Furuya Rei.” He exhaled a wisp of smoke. “You only need to trust mutual benefit. I’ll help you preserve your identity, and you help me accomplish something—it’s good for both of us. As for trust…” He chuckled, “That’s too much of a luxury, not suitable for people like us.”

Bourbon was silent for a moment. In the distance came the sound of waves crashing against the rocks, rhythmic and drawn-out, like some kind of countdown.

"What do you want me to do?" he finally asked.

Yuki Takada did not answer immediately, but instead slowly took a drag of his cigarette, his gaze fixed on the darkness behind the wave.

“Soon, the organization will have a shipment of important goods entering Japan via Yokohama Port,” he finally said. “I need you to ensure that this shipment passes through customs inspection ‘smoothly’.”

Bourbon's eyes narrowed: "What goods?"

"That's not important," Yuuki Takada said calmly. "What's important is that this is crucial to my plan. And you, as a police mole within the organization, isn't it perfectly reasonable for you to occasionally do the organization a favor?"

Bourbon immediately understood the deeper meaning behind those words. Takada Yuuki not only wanted to exploit his identity, but also to drag him deeper into the organization's quagmire, forcing him to cross the line time and time again until there was no turning back.

“What if I say no?” Bourbon asked coldly.

Yuki Takada threw the cigarette butt on the ground and stubbed it out with the tip of his shoe.

“Then let’s go back to the first option.” He raised his head, his eyes devoid of any smile. “Let’s see if your bullets are faster, or if my pre-programmed instructions are transmitted faster. But let me remind you, Inspector Furuya Rei, that data about the suspicious aspects of your identity isn’t stored in just one place.”

"Furthermore, do you think the Metropolitan Police Department believes you, an outsider from the Ministry of Public Security, or is more willing to believe me? As for the Black Organization, needless to say, given their status as the number three, do you think they would believe you or me?"

The air between the two seemed to freeze.

Bourbon could feel the cold sweat seeping from the back of his neck, slowly sliding down his spine.

After a long while, he gently exhaled.

“Time and place,” Bourbon said, his voice calm and resigned. “I need specific information.”

Yuki Takada's lips curled up slightly, as if he had already anticipated this outcome. He took an envelope from the car, and without approaching, simply tossed it lightly, and the envelope landed precisely at Bourbon's feet.

“All the details are in there,” he said. “Remember, this is a secret between you and me. If even a whisper of it gets out…” He didn’t finish, but the unspoken words were more unsettling than any outright threat.

Bourbon bent down to pick up the envelope, and the moment his fingertips touched the paper, he felt an indescribable heaviness. This thin envelope might just be the turning point in his career—or even his life.

"Why did you choose me?" Bourbon couldn't help but ask again as Yuki Takada opened the car door to get in.

Yuki Takada paused, turned to look at him, his eyes filled with a complex and unreadable expression.

“Because you and I are the same kind, Rei Furuya,” he said softly. “We are both struggling in two worlds, both wearing more than one mask. The difference is…” he smiled slightly, “I have long since accepted my true nature, while you are still painfully clinging to those illusory boundaries.”

After saying that, he got into the driver's seat and closed the car door.

The sound of the engine starting was particularly jarring on the quiet dock. The black Porsche slowly turned around, its headlights sweeping across where Bourbon was standing, making him squint slightly.

Just as the vehicle was about to drive away, the passenger-side window slowly rolled down.

“By the way,” Yuki Takada’s voice drifted on the wind, “Please give my regards to Inspector Kazami. He’s been investigating my files in Aichi Prefecture lately. To tell you the truth, just as you police suspect, my files have actually been secretly altered by an organization. So I hope you can help me seal them up.”

Bourbon froze, watching helplessly as the black Porsche drove into the night, its taillights like blood-red eyes, gradually disappearing into the darkness.

He stood alone on the dock, the envelope in his hand heavy, Takada Yuki's last words still echoing in his ears.

This is not a simple threat, but a clear message to him: the people around you, everything you cherish, is within my sight.

Bourbon looked down at the envelope in his hand, not opening it immediately.

He knew that once he read the contents, it would be like stepping into the first square of Takada Yu's chess game, and from then on, he would engage in a life-or-death struggle with this mysterious and unpredictable man on this invisible chessboard.

The sea breeze grew colder. Bourbon carefully tucked the envelope into his inner pocket, glanced one last time in the direction where Yuuki Takada had disappeared, and turned to disappear into the darkness.

After tonight, everything will be different.

……

The next morning, Yuki Takada arrived at the Tokyo Metropolitan Police Department building as usual.

Chapter 151 Ryunosuke Mishima's Prison Break

The morning light shone through the glass curtain wall, casting a pale gold hue on his shoulders.

Yuki Takada greeted his colleagues with a smile as they walked towards him, his steps relaxed.

It was as if nothing had ever happened in the organization last night.

"Inspector Takada, good morning." Sato Miwako walked past him carrying a stack of documents. "Regarding what happened before, I still want to thank you. But what was wrong with you yesterday?"

"I have some personal matters to attend to." Takada Yuuki smiled gently, casually helping Sato steady the documents that were about to slip. "Do you need any help?"

“No, no,” Sato quickly shook his head and lowered his voice, “but I heard that the atmosphere at the Ministry of Public Security was not good this morning. Officer Kazami seemed to be very angry.”

Yuuki Takada's eyebrows twitched slightly, but he maintained his polite smile: "Perhaps you've encountered another tricky case."

He walked toward his desk, his gaze inadvertently sweeping over the Ministry of Public Security office at the end of the corridor.

The door was tightly closed, but through the frosted glass, one could vaguely see the figures moving inside.

I had just sat down when the internal phone rang.

"Takada, come to my office." The voice of Matsumoto Kiyoshi, the head of the First Investigation Division, came through the receiver, his tone emotionless.

"almost there."

Yuki Takada straightened his tie and, as he stood up, casually slipped an inconspicuous USB drive from the table into his pocket.

As he passed Bourbon's empty desk, he didn't stop, but a subtle, unspoken meaning flashed in his eyes.

In Matsumoto Kiyonaga's office, the section chief, who always had a serious expression, was standing by the window with his back to the door.