At the same time, Curacao couldn't help but secretly observe Rum's expression.
I saw my boss sitting in the back writing an email, and he was very excited. He didn't know how far the script in his mind had been.
Curacao: “…”
This made her feel even worse. Based on her observations over the past few days and research on past cases, Curaçao found that Uzo was particularly fond of his peers - specifically, people who wrote scripts in front of him often
Nothing good ends.
The two scriptwriters who were shot in the head from behind in different crews a few days ago are one of the bloody examples. Even Kurosawa Kazuma and Inozuka Taro, who had previously guest-starred as theater managers, were all killed in the end.
Didn't survive.
Thoughts flashed across my mind, and the black vehicle drove silently faster.
Rum noticed the change in the speed of the vehicle, but didn't care: he was impatient himself, and now that his subordinates were impatient, he only thought it would be more efficient.
Moreover, Curacao loves to drive fast, so Rum didn’t pay attention and continued writing the email.
However, at the moment when he finally wrote the email as an innocently victimized sushi chef and planned to send it out to get Uzo to take the bait, his phone suddenly vibrated.
Instead, Rum received an email from someone else first.
…
Curacao was driving towards the destination with concentration when he suddenly heard an email notification sound coming from behind.
She pursed her lips and couldn't help but think of the hard days when she was harassed by emails urging subordinates from someone.
Just as she was secretly taking out the sweet aloe vera, she heard from the back seat that Lang Mu actually clicked his tongue, as if he had received some news that made him very dissatisfied.
Curacao was startled, and then his ears suddenly became stunned.
What could make the second-in-command of the organization sound dissatisfied with a hint of depression?
There is no way that Uzo urged his subordinates to do this to Rum.
This thought made Curaçao feel happy, thinking to himself that Uzo had finally found the right person. It was time for Rum, the culprit who had been stuck, to experience the pain she had felt in the past few days.
But soon Curacao felt something was wrong: First of all, Uzo probably didn't know that the bombed sushi chef was Rum. Secondly, even if he knew, he probably wouldn't say it. He would only pretend to be confused and do it secretly.
Something that makes him feel happy.
Curacao: “…” So who is the person who sent the message?
Wait, could it be something that has nothing to do with Uzo? Then wouldn't she, the subordinate closest to Rum at the moment, have to work overtime again? Damn it, if I had known this, I should have gone faster just now, anyway, now
The license plate is also fake, so there is no fear of being discovered by the traffic police.
Just as she was secretly regretting it, at this moment, Rum really spoke to her.
However, unexpectedly, what Rum said was nothing else, but: "That confidant in Ireland, you took the time to put him under Uzo's command."
Curacao: “!?”
She almost lost control of the steering wheel. Her mind raced for a moment, and she confirmed in disbelief: "Should we do it immediately, or wait until I take a vacation?"
Rum snorted and said reluctantly: "Within today. Before that, please contact Uzo and explain the specific situation to him."
Curacao responded respectfully, his face as cold and capable as ever, but his heart was already in turmoil, and countless thoughts flashed through him in an instant.
The first instinctive thought that pops up in my mind is: I don’t want to contact Uzo, let alone hand over to him. Can I go with someone else? I think Bourbon is pretty good.
But then there was another surprise: Rum was finally willing to let him go, and once Maya Hashimoto left her, her contact with Uzo would be completely severed, and she would be able to feel confident if she was sent an email again in the future.
Pretending not to notice, or even simply dragging him into the blacklist and refusing to receive mail - those long, painful days of being harassed by Uzo, finally ended like this?
However, before I woke up for a few seconds, my mind returned and I was frightened again.
——That guy Uzo actually got someone from Rum, the arbitrary second-in-command? How on earth did he do it?
If you want Rum to hand over someone so cleanly and neatly, I'm afraid you have to let "that adult" speak, and he definitely doesn't just express his intention, but explicitly asks him to hand over someone...
This thought suddenly made Curacao's heart skip a beat.
...Uzo himself is scary enough, but now it seems that he is actually a well-connected person?
Now he only wants peripheral confidants, but if one day he grows up and asks cadres to be his confidants...
"No, no, no. Looking at it on the bright side, maybe that gentleman just doesn't like Rum recently. He saw that he was injured by three unknown common criminals in such an empty place in broad daylight, so he wanted to give him a beating."
Curacao analyzed optimistically in his heart: "Although Rum is a bit annoying, he is still very capable. He has not made any big mistakes recently, so there is nothing to show for it. It happened to be Hashimoto Maya.
Rum was obedient and wasted his time refusing to let him go, so this became a small reason to beat him."
No matter what he thought in his heart, as a qualified subordinate, Curacao did not express his thoughts.
However, she did not dare to ask, but Rum seemed to feel something, and sighed: "It is not okay to indulge your subordinates. If everything comes too easily, Uzo will not realize that we are a team that looks loose but is actually tight.
A huge, hierarchical organization.”
He glanced at the email on his phone. The script he had carefully conceived would kick off when this letter fell into Jiang Xia's mailbox and begin to be performed steadily.
However, now, because of the sudden email just now, he must immediately stop all contact with Uzo, and the person he is holding must be given to him immediately.
After thinking about it for a long time, Rum couldn't remember when Uzo had been in contact with the boss, so he began to look for the reason elsewhere: "Is it because I have been too powerful recently and have been feared? But I have always been loyal.
It’s better not to be questioned…”
But no matter how unwilling he was, the superiors kept speaking in that tone. He could no longer pretend not to understand.
"Forget it, let's just wait for now." Rum deleted the email he just wrote little by little, but kept the matter in mind, preparing to use it as a message to contact Uzo when the time is right in the future.
Opportunity.
Front driver's seat.
Curacao secretly breathed a sigh of relief after hearing his final decision.
At the same time, this instinctive reaction also made her slightly startled, and a thought suddenly popped into her mind: Maybe this was not to protect Uzuo, a connected person, or to beat Rum, but because... she didn't want this second-in-command.
