Coroner Coroner

"Please give instructions on the next step."

Confirm and send.

The text message with the deadly information was just sent out.

..............................

"Bourbon, Kiel, Stout, Aquavit, Riesling."

The other end of SMS sending.

A man is slowly saying these names.

"In the organization..."

"How many undercover agents are there?"

Lin Xinyi couldn't help complaining:

"Forget about Bourbon and Keel."

"Stout, Acquavit, Riesling, who is this?"

"They are all senior cadres of the organization..."

"And they are all... capable cadres."

Belmode also couldn't maintain her eternally mysterious and elegant expression.

Fortunately, Lin Xinyi brought her on the right path in time.

Otherwise, with such a large number of undercover agents as teammates... she would have to be buried with the organization sooner or later.

"Mr. Lin, Miss Chris."

The voice of Noah's Ark sounded slowly, interrupting their exclamation:

"I have intercepted this text message."

"What should I do next, should I just block it and not send it, or send it to Rum after modifying it?"

Yep, Curacao's text message didn't reach Rum at all.

Because sending text messages also goes through the base station.

And all the communication base stations in Tokyo are now under the control of Noah's Ark.

There's this sci-fi artificial intelligence that controls Tokyo's communications network.

Noah's Ark has the final say on whether or not Curacao's text message can be sent, to whom, and what content to send.

It can borrow Curacao's mobile phone number, write a few names and send it to Rum.

嗏

"This text message..."

Belmode pondered for a moment, then quickly made a decision:

"Don't modify it yet, and don't post it."

"Don't send it?" Lin Xinyi tried to make an opinion: "If there is no news from Curacao, will Rum be aware of it?"

"That can't be posted either."

"At least, not until we are sure we can catch Curacao."

"Otherwise, if we don't catch Curacao and let her escape successfully..."

"When Rum confronts her, she will find out that someone has modified the content of the list in the text message."

"So we have to take Curacao first, and then consider whether to send this text message."

Belmode made an orderly analysis and pointed out the current focus of action for Lin Xinyi and Noah's Ark:

In any case, they must first control Curacao.

Curacao must never be brought back into the organization.

She couldn't be associated with Rum.

"But..." Noah's Ark had some doubts:

"Now the location of Miss Curacao's mobile phone is at least 2 kilometers away from you and Mr. Lin."

"According to my analysis, if the other party maintains the current driving speed..."

"I'm afraid you won't be able to catch up with that Miss Curacao in a short time."

"It doesn't matter."

Belmode smiled preparedly:

"We can't catch her."

"Then... let her come to us by herself."

"Oh?" Noah's Ark, who hadn't mastered human conspiracies and tricks, couldn't help being curious: "What should I do?"

"It's simple—"

"With you here, it's actually very simple."

Belmode said with ease:

"That guy Rum likes to hide his head and show his tail too much. He never only gives orders through his mobile phone."

"And his cell phone number..."

"We all know that now, don't we?"

........................

Curacao is still driving away.

The text message has been sent by her.

Not long after the text message was sent, a mobile phone rang in the car.

Someone called her.

Picking up the phone, the number on the caller ID is...

"Mr. Rum?"

Curacao answered the phone immediately.

"Curaçao."

Rum's mechanical male voice, which has been changed by software, rang in her ears again.

Rum's number, Rum's voice.

The other party was obviously Mr. Rum.

Although Curacao is named Rum's cronies.

But she has never seen the real Rum, or even heard the real voice of Rum.

Every time she receives an order from Rum, she communicates by phone through a mobile phone like now.

So Curacao didn't doubt that he was there, but asked respectfully:

"Mr. Rum, do you have any orders?"

"Are you out of pursuit now?"

Rum just asked.

"almost."

"Security at the Police Agency is weaker than I thought."

"I've basically got rid of those police officers and I'll be back in the organization soon."

"very good."

Rum was as succinct and direct as ever:

"Curaçao, come back."

"But don't go back to the organization stronghold."

"Go to another place—"

"Someone will be there waiting for you."

Chapter 652

After a moment.

Curacao finally got rid of the pursuers completely, and arrived at the place where Rum ordered her to go as promised.

It was an unfinished construction site with a remote location and a desolate environment.

She parked the car in the center of the construction site, and carefully got out of the car with a gun on guard.

"You came."

A female voice came from the shadow of the unfinished building.

This female voice Curacao is too familiar.

Because she was once almost killed by the owner of this voice:

"Belmode?"

The vigilance in her eyes not only didn't lessen, but intensified.

"It's me." Belmode slowly walked out of the shadows.

With her signature long silver hair.

There is also a slightly different face from the main deity.