Tokyo, Beika Town, inside a sushi restaurant, Rum stopped working. He sat in the back kitchen with a gloomy expression, holding his phone and listening to the news from the front.
When he learned that Toru had actually piloted a submarine and used torpedoes to blow the Pacific Buoy to pieces, he raised the phone in his hand and slammed it to the ground.
Rum took off his chef's hat and chef's uniform, his single eye filled with venom and gloom. "Fujiwara Toru, I won't spare you!"
"I want you dead. I want your whole family dead. Everyone related to you by blood, everyone with the surname Fujiwara, must die!"
Japan's number one political family?
That name only frightened ordinary people and the politicians in Japan.
Such a title was useless against the Black Organization. With the hidden strength of the Black Organization, as long as the Organization was willing, they dared to kill anyone.
It was just a Japanese political family. Killing their entire family would at most become tomorrow's news.
The reason the Black Organization in the past had not done this was not mainly for the sake of keeping a low profile.
Rather, Rum clearly knew that pure killing could not bring greater benefits to the Organization. Bribing officials and controlling them with their scandals could bring greater profits to the Organization.
But this did not mean that the Black Organization were kind people. They had merely changed their way of doing things.
One had to know that in the past, Rum fought on the front lines, leading a group of subordinates who dared to kill everywhere around the world, even directly breaking into hotels and shooting people.
Beside Rum, his driver did not dare speak. He only lowered his head, his expression fearful.
This was the first time he had seen Rum so angry. Or rather, it was the first time he had seen Rum so broken.
No matter what happened in the past, Rum was always expressionless or smiling, and then he would easily resolve the matter.
Even when he received bad news, he would not get angry.
Just like what happened at the Tokyo Aquarium before. An Organization Osprey helicopter was shot down, and many members and mercenaries died, but Rum remained calm.
But this time, Fujiwara Toru could make Rum lose his temper so greatly. This Fujiwara Toru was not simple either.
The driver sneered in his heart. Fujiwara Toru was dead. Not even God could save him.
Indeed, he had once been a formidable CIA agent, but in this world, what use was strong individual power?
As a human, could you withstand bullets, rocket launchers, poison gas, grenades, or other weapons of mass destruction?
Absolutely not!
And unfortunately, their Organization had these weapons of mass destruction, and they even dared to use them directly in international metropolises.
Rum ordered coldly, "Find out all of Fujiwara Toru's blood relatives. I want detailed information."
"There are quite a few branch families of the Fujiwara clan in Japan. I want them all dead, without leaving a single one behind!"
The driver frowned, wondering if doing this was going too far. It should be enough to kill Fujiwara Toru and then eliminate his direct relatives.
There were many people in the Fujiwara clan. If they were all killed, it would definitely become a major incident, which would be detrimental to the Organization.
But looking at Rum's crazed eyes, the driver swallowed his words.
Rum was also pondering at this time.
When Toru was in the submarine earlier, he said he was That Person's subordinate, and Rum had hesitated for a moment.
He subconsciously felt that Toru was deceiving him, trying to sow discord within their Organization.
But after careful consideration, Rum felt that Toru might really be That Person's subordinate.
Because if Toru were from the CIA, he would not have blown up Interpol's Pacific Buoy.
The CIA and Interpol had no enmity.
Especially since Interpol's plan itself was funded by the CIA. The All-Age AI Recognition system was connected to cameras worldwide. If this thing fell into the CIA's hands, it would definitely be a terrifying weapon of mass destruction.
Therefore, if Toru were a CIA agent, he would absolutely not destroy the Pacific Buoy.
So, after discarding the wrong choice, the remaining possibility was the most likely one!
Toru was That Person's subordinate!
That Person had likely detected his disloyalty and sent Toru to infiltrate his side and give him a big surprise.
At the same time, he also ordered Toru to blow up the Pacific Buoy to prevent him from finding him.
On the other hand, this also proved that That Person's current situation was probably not very good, which was why he had done these things.
Since that was the case, he would go all out. After getting rid of Toru and his family, he would directly break with That Person and become the true leader of the Organization!
Thinking of his infinitely glorious future, Rum was filled with excitement.
He had been planning for this day for a full twenty years, and Toru's action this time made him completely give up on enduring and prepare to take the initiative.
He absolutely could not give That Person a chance to breathe!
"And Sherry, you're still alive, and you've even shrunk. It seems the Organization's ultimate goal has been half achieved!"
"Heh heh, you can't escape, Sherry. I will catch you and make you continue your research. With these drugs, I can even rule the world from the shadows!"
Rum breathed heavily, trembling with excitement.
As a truly important figure who had been planning the growth of the Black Organization, Rum was not a child. He understood how much leverage and profit a drug that could make people shrink and give them new life could bring him.
As long as this thing was used well, whether it was the elite groups in America or the Anglo-Saxons in Europe, they would eventually submit to him and become his white gloves for ruling this world!
Because no one could refuse eternal life, not even the emperors throughout history.
Just as Rum was fantasizing about the future and looking forward to it endlessly, someone walked into the room.
Rum said in dissatisfaction, "Didn't I tell you to complete the mission? Why are you back?"
But the answer was not the trembling voice of the driver, but the thud of a body falling to the ground, followed by a man's playful laugh.
"This is our first meeting, Mr. Rum?"
"Allow me to introduce myself. My name is Fujiwara Toru, the one who is about to take your life and seize everything from you."
(To be continued.)