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"If its effect is really as you say..." Max asked carefully. "Then may I be so bold as to ask who you actually are?"
"My apologies. I forgot to introduce myself earlier," Morin said, as if only just remembering. "But it's not too late."
He reached into his coat-where his storage space was-and took out his ID, holding it up in front of her.
"Who do you think would be carrying the latest weapon developed by the IRS equipment department?"
"I see. So you're from the IRS." Max glanced at the ID, visibly calming down. "That explains a lot."
She paused, then asked, "But this doesn't seem to fall under your jurisdiction, does it?"
"Normally, no." Morin pulled out two pairs of handcuffs and placed them on the table. "But this situation is special."
"You were involved in an illegal transaction with a U.S. agent. That agent failed to pay taxes. On that basis alone, we have a legal reason to intervene."
"And we're cooperating with the CIA," he added. "So yes, we have jurisdiction."
He pushed the handcuffs forward slightly.
"So. Would you like me to put these on you, or would you prefer to do it yourself?"
"You mean Ethan?" Max said flatly.
"Ethan?" Morin turned and looked behind her. "Are they talking about you?"
"Ethan, come here."
"I think so," Ethan said calmly as he walked over. Morin stepped aside and let him sit opposite Max.
"You're working together?" Max's expression changed completely.
"Please don't use such an unprofessional term," Morin said, idly playing with the handcuffs. "This is a friendly partnership."
"More precisely, an international collaboration between the CIA and the IRS."
"Yes," Ethan nodded. "Ms. Max, as you wished, I'm sitting right in front of you."
"I suddenly don't want to see you anymore." Max's face darkened. She finally understood she had been completely played.
"That's unfortunate," Ethan said, shrugging. "I thought we had a lot to talk about."
"For example, the sixteen million dollars you traded with Agent Jim. Also known as Job."
"What?" Max blurted out. "No, I didn't-the ten million-"
She stopped mid-sentence and looked at Ethan, her gaze sharp.
"To obtain the CIA agent list, you traded with the traitor Agent Jim," Morin said calmly. "Six million up front. Another ten million afterward."
"Ethan discovered your illegal transaction, came to me for help, and we stopped it together."
"How does that version sound?"
"It's accurate," Ethan said. "And during the arrest, Agent Jim resisted."
"He killed Agent Claire. Then, realizing he couldn't escape, he destroyed the ten million dollars in U.S. Treasury cash coupons."
"In the end, he was killed by Agent Morin and me."
"You-" Max's eyes widened. "You're pocketing the sixteen million!"
She finally understood.
They weren't just covering things up. They were closing the case and taking everything with them.
"Would you like me to add 'slander of public officials' to your charges?" Morin asked quietly.
"Or should I explain who's commanding this operation-and why you'll be held in an IRS-controlled facility?"
Max's blood ran cold.
"...I just want to ask one thing," she said stiffly. "If I paid another ten million, would you sell me that device?"
"This?" Morin patted the jammer. "The price has gone up."
"One hundred million."
Max didn't hesitate any longer.
She surrendered.
Ethan put the handcuffs on her.
Morin leaned back and looked up at the ceiling of the train car.
"What is it?" Ethan asked.
"I think I forgot something," Morin said. "There's still a little fly up there."
Above them, Franz Krieger was following the train in a helicopter.
He was confused.
Where was Jim? Where was the meeting?
He wasn't worried about Jim's safety. He was worried about the ten million dollars.
Morin thought for a moment.
Then shook his head.
"Forget it. Let him go," he said. "The effort isn't worth the return."
He turned back to Ethan.
"I have to say, your choice impressed me."
"...I didn't have a choice," Ethan said after a brief silence. He knew exactly what Morin meant. "If they lived, I couldn't face my teammates."
"Good," Morin said. "Being able to be ruthless is part of being qualified."
"You also preserved Agent Claire's reputation and stayed true to your principles."
He patted Ethan's shoulder.
"You've grown."
Ethan looked at him. "...You don't look that much older than me. Why do you always talk like a senior?"
Morin stared at him.
Silence.
Then-
"It seems you still need training," Morin said, placing his hand on Ethan's shoulder and squeezing. "Especially when it comes to speaking."
"Ow-ow-okay, okay!"
...
After the train arrived, the bodies of Claire and Jim were quietly taken away by Morin's people.
Ethan's innocence was never questioned.
The two of them aligned their statements, refined the details, and finalized the operational objectives.
Morin drafted the report and submitted it to Director Chris.
After reviewing and stamping it, Chris forwarded it to IMF Director Eugene.
Eugene nearly cried when he received it.
After reading carefully, he finally understood the full picture.
Ethan had been framed.
Jim was the real traitor.
Ethan, unable to prove his innocence, sought help from the IRS.
The agent list was taken as bait.
Max was arrested.
Jim was lured out.
Claire died in the process.
The report stated that Eugene had been aware of everything and that Ethan had acted under orders from the beginning.
It was a way out.
A compromise.
Eugene could keep his position.
And the IRS-and Ethan-would have something over him.
Eugene took a deep breath.
Then signed.
Just like that, the case closed.
The first major joint international operation between the IRS Special Agent Division and the CIA's IMF Division-
Was a complete success.