A conventional submarine that had long been decommissioned by America sailed into the Caribbean Sea.
Inside the submarine, Gin, dressed in black, stayed in the captain's cabin, watching the various instruments with a cold expression.
Beside him, the burly Vodka asked in a low voice, "Brother, do we really have to obey Rum's command?"
The high-level members of the Black Organization had long known that Rum and That Person had gone their separate ways.
Except for the lower and middle ranks, where the news was hidden to prevent a large-scale split in the Organization, those Black Organization members with code names like them were forced to make a choice.
About thirty percent of the code names chose That Person, while more chose Rum.
In his choice, Gin had also chosen to become That Person's subordinate.
Vodka naturally followed Gin, and it was precisely because of this that Gin did not resist the command issued by Rum this time. Instead, he obediently followed the order and drove the submarine to this area of the Caribbean Sea, which left Vodka confused.
Gin wore a fedora, revealing only his cold, vulture-like eyes. He said indifferently, "That Person is too hesitant in his actions."
Vodka was startled and quickly asked in a low voice, "Brother, are we abandoning That Person and choosing... Rum? Or, Brother, are you planning to..."
Vodka did not clearly say the last sentence, but the meaning was conveyed.
Gin did not necessarily have to choose That Person or Rum. He could also start his own faction and become a third force within the Black Organization.
Gin shook his head and said coldly, "The Organization has already split like this. If I intervene again, the entire Organization will completely fall apart."
Gin acted as if he was doing it entirely for the sake of the Organization, to prevent it from completely collapsing, which was why he did not choose to strike out on his own.
In reality, Gin knew his own situation very well. He had a strong sense of self-awareness.
Being a thug, killing people, and dealing with traitors were still things he could handle.
But if he became the leader, then the Organization would truly be finished.
Moreover, Gin had no leadership charisma. He could only rely on killing and fear, and loyalty gained through killing would never last long.
Vodka praised him eagerly. "Aniki is still thinking about the Organization!"
Gin ignored Vodka's flattery. He sneered. "Although I don't particularly like Rum, what he did this time suits me very well."
"Chasing down the CIA Director. Now that is truly interesting. That Person would definitely never dare to do something like this. Rum actually has this kind of courage. I'm starting to see him in a new light."
The Black Organization had grown and expanded under That Person and Rum together. To those two, the Organization was like their child, so they naturally treated it with extreme care.
Occasionally killing a few people or doing something similar was fine, but a major incident like directly assassinating the CIA Director was something neither That Person nor Rum had been willing to do in the past.
Because doing so could potentially drag the Black Organization into a vortex it could not withstand.
But very few people knew that Rum had long since been replaced. Toru did not have such complicated feelings toward the Black Organization.
To Toru, the Black Organization was just a useful tool. As long as it could achieve his goals, he did not care about the future of the Organization.
As a tool, it had to understand its place.
"Heh, I really don't know how Rum did it, to actually make Sherry willingly return to the Organization."
Gin's eyes flashed with fanaticism.
He did not have any romantic feelings. Toward Sherry, it was more like a cat playing with a mouse.
In the past, he had been chasing Sherry and thought she would leave the Organization forever. But he did not know what method Rum had used to make Sherry willingly return to the Organization and continue her research.
That kind of skill and ability made even Gin feel inferior, because all he knew was killing and threats.
"Aniki, although Sherry has returned to the Organization and continues to lead the drug research, she still hasn't shown herself. Could it be that it isn't Sherry at all?"
Vodka voiced his doubts.
Gin shook his head. "No, that is Sherry. I am very sensitive to her presence. A presence cannot deceive me."
Since Rum said so, Vodka naturally did not dare to say anything more.
Not long after, the submarine sailed into the specific sea area Rum had marked for him.
Gin checked the time and remained silent.
After a while, he suddenly ordered, "Load the torpedoes! Fire precisely in ten minutes!"
The submarine captain did not dare to delay and quickly complied.
Ten minutes later, following the command, several torpedoes shot out from the submarine's torpedo tubes, cutting long trails through the water as they rapidly sped toward the port of a hidden island.
Several hours earlier, in the Caribbean Sea, a cargo ship was sailing across the ocean.
However, this cargo ship did not follow its predetermined route. Instead, it deviated from its course and arrived in an unknown sea area.
On the cargo ship, hundreds of retired elite special forces personnel from all over the world were organizing and checking their equipment.
In addition, many secret agents whose identities were unknown, trained by Mary over the past twenty years, had also joined this operation.
It could be said that Mary had brought out all of her resources without holding anything back, all to gain Toru's final trust.
The way That Person and Rum ruled the Black Organization was ultimately not ideal.
At this time, Mary appeared in her adult form. She also showed herself in front of her subordinates to let them know that she was still alive and still had sufficient ability to take action.
"This is the improved drug formula from Haibara. It should support you in maintaining your adult form for a longer time."
"However, this mission requires a quick battle. We don't need to fight there for more than ten hours."
Toru held a modified tablet in his hand, connected to Elon Musk's Starlink system and some U.S. military satellites.
Together with the detailed information provided by Burns, this hidden base prepared for nuclear war was completely exposed before Toru.
Because it was hidden, there were not many personnel stationed on the island, only a little over two hundred. There were heavy weapons, but their number was limited.
"I already know the mission objective and the plan. Let's go. It's been a long time since I felt this kind of atmosphere."
Mary stretched her limbs.
Now in her peak state in her twenties, even Mary had excitement and nostalgia welling up in her eyes.
She had been doing this kind of dangerous work for the past thirty years, and this kind of life had become her everything.
Just like many people with combat trauma, a peaceful life was no longer suitable for Mary.
It was just that as she grew older and her physical functions declined, Mary had no choice but to leave the front line.
And now, she had found that feeling from the past again. She had found the life that truly belonged to her.
Toru smiled slightly. He put on his equipment and made a gesture.
Instantly, thirty small boats were lowered from the cargo ship. Armed personnel formed teams of four, boarded the small boats, and headed toward the predetermined target.
Previously, the Black Organization had commanded armed personnel to carry out attacks in various places. Now that Toru controlled this group of armed personnel, he could also carry out similar large-scale operations.
After the small boats sailed into the predetermined sea area, these elite armed personnel jumped into the sea one after another and infiltrated from the seabed.
The team was divided into two groups. The majority headed for the port area. Their job was to secretly sneak ashore, carry out targeted demolitions on the airport and the few heavy weapons on the island, and conduct a feint attack.
Toru, along with Mary, led the most elite squad and directly penetrated the heart of the target to carry out a decapitation strike.
"Spencer, I'm here."
(To be continued.)