Chapter 187
Vodka was shocked: "...Plamia?!"
Indeed, Vodka had heard this name before, and without investigation, he knew the skill level definitely met the organization's recruitment standards.
After all, Plamia was quite famous.
Bomb experts who regularly created big scenes were indeed easier to become famous than snipers and such. The fact that they'd committed so many crimes over the years without being caught was enough to prove they weren't just good with bombs—their brain worked well too.
Exactly the kind of smart newcomer Big Brother needed!
Big Brother always cursed that organization members were all brainless, couldn't complete missions and easily attracted trouble, forcing the organization to waste manpower constantly silencing people...
Plamia might meet Big Brother's standards!
...But wait.
Vodka remembered something and voiced his doubt: "Plamia is elusive, and no one knows their identity to this day... Are you planning to tell the organization that Plamia is a talent worth recruiting, then ignore everything else?"
That would make being HR too easy—just read newspapers daily and randomly write down famous but uncaught criminals' names to turn in reports, right?
Even if you can't provide an address, at least tell the organization the person's real name or something!
Usuha Izuki hummed twice and proudly crossed his legs: "So you also agree Plamia is talent worth recruiting?"
"...I agree, but just giving a codename won't let us recruit them."
"Of course it's not just the codename." Usuha Izuki looked even more smug—if he had a tail, it would probably be wagging by now. "Let me correct you: it's not 'him,' it's 'her.'"
Vodka: "...?!?!?!"
This meant he already knew the person's real identity?!
You should know that the whole world actually assumed Plamia was male. Usuha Izuki suddenly dropped this bombshell... didn't seem made up!
But why would Usuha Izuki discover what so many people worldwide hadn't found over all these years?
Vodka first felt it was unbelievable, but thinking this was Usuha Izuki... he became hesitant.
After all, Usuha Izuki had just encountered him on the street and could guess roughly which safe house he was hiding in... Maybe encountering Plamia on the street could also let him guess where she lived?
With his eye for people, Plamia might really be discovered as wrong just by passing by...
"How do you know Plamia's real identity?" Vodka asked curiously.
Usuha Izuki: "I knew when I saw her."
Vodka: "...If you don't want to say, fine. Where is she now?"
Anyway, Usuha Izuki only needed to provide the list and ways to find the person—the organization would handle the rest.
Usuha Izuki readily provided five addresses in one go: "She has quite a few safe houses. You can pick."
Vodka didn't think it mattered: "This shows she's cautious in her actions. That's good."
"Actually, I've been a bit bored lately. If you really need people that badly, I could help persuade her..."
"No need!" Vodka quickly refused. "We're not that desperate, and your negotiation failure rate is a bit high. After years of finally interviewing someone and failing again, it would really affect your performance, right?"
Usuha Izuki had been in the organization for so many years and only successfully convinced two people—Chianti and Korn. All the others failed negotiations and were killed. Really didn't seem very capable.
Plamia was this level of quality talent—better not let interview killer Usuha Izuki go. Too wasteful!
"It's fine. Even if my performance goes negative, the organization won't fire me, right?" Usuha Izuki smiled. "Boss is really so tolerant of me. I even want to know what I'd have to do for him to get angry."
Vodka: "...?"
This tone sounded ominous! Was Usuha Izuki about to go crazy again?
"Boss's patience has limits too." Vodka warned. "Don't go testing the organization's bottom line for no reason. Aren't you satisfied with your current life? People can't be too conscienceless!"
The organization barely managed Usuha Izuki. Even when he argued with people or was unreasonable, the boss tried to side with Usuha Izuki... If Usuha Izuki still caused trouble for the boss after this, that would be truly conscienceless!
Usuha Izuki blinked: "Hm? That's not right. If I really had such a conscience, why would I join the organization? Of course I'd become a police officer!"
Vodka: "...You're still thinking about being a police officer?"
Usuha Izuki argued righteously: "You said so yourself—that I'm very suitable to be a police officer. I also think people like me with conscience and sense of justice are rare now!"
System couldn't help interjecting: [Did you forget that two days ago at the Metropolitan Police you said things like 'don't want to be a police officer anymore' and 'I feel I'm not suitable'?]
[Vodka was the one who said I was suitable. I just agreed with his part about me having a sense of justice!]
System: [...........]
Your sense of justice is firmly implementing the principle of criminals eating criminals while using it to boost performance, not wasting a single bomber, right?
Vodka was disgusted speechless by Usuha Izuki. Just then, there was movement at the door, and soon someone opened it and walked in.
The person closed the door, walked two steps toward the living room, then finally saw the two people waiting in the living room.
Rye: "...Vodka, Botanist." After greeting them, he decisively turned to ask Vodka: "Will Botanist also participate in this mission?"
Honestly, he kind of wanted to leave.
Almost the entire organization knew that Botanist looked unfavorably on him and Gin. Botanist was already very good at tormenting people, and for someone like him who was disliked, he suffered even more.
Plus he recently suspected that Botanist might really have evidence that he was FBI. Seeing Botanist raised his vigilance, worried that the other party's previous pretense of not knowing was all to make him lower his guard while secretly setting traps...
In this situation, rather than probing, it was better to reduce contact. After all, he'd discovered that Botanist was actually someone who acted very much based on mood, with a quite casual attitude toward the organization. If he didn't see him, he might not think of him, but if he did see him and was in a bad mood, who knew what he might do.
If he'd known Botanist would be in this mission, he wouldn't have come no matter what.
Vodka sweated: "Well, he's just passing by... right?"
Usuha Izuki looked displeased: "I'm working so enthusiastically for the organization, yet you say I'm just passing by?!"
Rye wanted to leave even more after hearing this.
Botanist's enthusiasm never seemed to lead to anything good... Look at Gin to see what happened when he actively helped with work.
"I didn't mean that." Vodka explained. "You've already turned in your work report. There's no need to work overtime with us next, right? And there's no overtime pay."
Rye looked at Vodka admiringly.
Nice one, Vodka. Those words made people want to go home—after all, what proper working person would willingly work unpaid overtime?
But...
"Work report?"
"The recommendation list." Vodka said. "Botanist knows Plamia's real identity."
Plamia...
As FBI, Rye naturally knew about this international bomber. The moment he heard the codename, his mind automatically began reviewing Plamia's crimes.
But more than Plamia's crimes, Rye cared about another point—Botanist actually knew Plamia's real identity?
You should know the FBI had been investigating Plamia for years. Since it was always explosions, the scenes were basically destroyed each time, making it impossible to get effective clues, let alone find the person's real identity. They didn't even know gender, appearance, or height.
Yet this mysterious bomber who had troubled police worldwide for so many years had their real identity discovered by Botanist alone?!
How did he do it?!
Intelligence network? Or Botanist's ridiculous eye for people???
The usually calm Rye, knowing the difficulty of investigating Plamia's identity, felt a stronger crisis than ever before at this moment.
—If Botanist could even find out Plamia's identity, then had his FBI identity actually been exposed long ago?