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After signing the exploitative contract, Amuro Tooru finally obtained the "dream job" of coffee shop supervisor.
However, looking at the salary, he felt gloomy, wondering if he should use his spare time to continue working other part-time jobs, which could conveniently also help gather more intelligence.
The Black Organization was extremely stingy. Unless it was for a mission with dedicated funds, members usually only received a basic salary.
That salary might be sufficient for an ordinary person, but for Organization members who lived dangerously, constantly licking blood off the knife's edge and risking their lives, that amount of money was truly not enough.
Because members didn't know which day might be their last, they tended to spend money extravagantly. When funds were insufficient, many Organization members took on private jobs (side hustles), which the Organization generally turned a blind eye to.
Some directly worked as assassins to earn money; some became online journalists or influencers.
And Amuro Tooru, in order not to expose his police identity, also refused his police salary. When he was short on money, he could only take on various part-time jobs.
"My name is Amuro Tooru. Starting today, I will be acting as the store manager and supervisor, leading everyone's work. In the future, if anyone needs time off, please inform me in advance, and I will arrange the schedule appropriately."
Amuro Tooru's fundamental personality was actually taciturn.
But when playing the role of "Amuro Tooru," he was always a sunny, cheerful young man, adept at socializing.
Having acquired the identity of supervisor, he quickly familiarized himself with all the coffee shop staff in a short time. Using his eloquent tongue, he easily obtained the intelligence he wanted from these people.
"The staff are all ordinary people, no CIA agents. What exactly is this Fujiwara Toru up to? Does he really just want to run a coffee shop?"
After getting acquainted with all the staff, Amuro Tooru took advantage of a bathroom break to pull out his phone and send a message to Rum.
[Bourbon: Mission complete. I have infiltrated the target's location.]
[Rum: Well done, Bourbon. Work hard gathering intelligence, see if you can find more CIA members hidden in Japan. I suspect there are also CIA personnel within the Organization. Work well, the Organization won't treat you unfairly.]
Amuro Tooru pondered as he looked at the self-deleting message on his phone.
Although he didn't like the CIA, nor the FBI, and even held a deep grudge against a certain FBI member...
As a member of Japan's National Public Safety personnel, he also knew that the CIA and FBI were, at the very least, his allies. His upright nature wouldn't allow him to betray them.
"What a hassle. I have to hide my identity while infiltrating the Organization, investigating its purpose and its Boss."
"Now I also have to infiltrate alongside a CIA member... Can I manage this?"
Amuro Tooru felt immense pressure.
Infiltrating the Organization carried the constant risk of exposure and death, leaving him mentally and physically exhausted daily.
But fortunately, within the Organization, he didn't need to constantly face other members; most of the time, he acted alone, so the chances of exposure weren't high.
However, infiltrating alongside Fujiwara Toru put him under even greater pressure.
The other party was a top operative even within the CIA, and he would see him from time to time. The probability of exposure was just too high!
Amuro Tooru still wanted to maintain his "Bourbon" identity; he genuinely feared Fujiwara Toru might see through him as a Black Organization member.
If Fujiwara discovered his Black Organization identity and suddenly attacked him, and if he ended up dying with grievances, there would be nowhere to even cry.
This undercover work was truly too difficult, having to deceive both sides.
He was unwilling to expose his identity to Fujiwara Toru, nor to anyone else.
Amuro Tooru was a lone wolf; he only trusted himself. If anyone else knew his identity, he felt they could betray him.
"Let's take it one step at a time."
Putting away his phone, Amuro Tooru put on his smiling face again, left the restroom, and started working.
On the second floor of the shop, in the office Fujiwara Toru had prepared for himself as the boss, he suddenly received a text message from Vermouth.
[Vermouth: Boy, do you know Bourbon whiskey? This liquor, named after a planned location in the American state of Kentucky…]
[Bourbon's color is bronze, its taste elegant, light, refreshing, and sweet—a style liked by women. But to some men, they strongly dislike it.]
Vermouth was reminding Fujiwara Toru that the Organization had sent Bourbon to infiltrate his vicinity.
Furthermore, she frankly told Fujiwara Toru the color of Bourbon whiskey, almost completely exposing the Organization member's identity.
[Fujiwara Toru: I indeed don't like Bourbon whiskey. I prefer using Vermouth to mix with various mellow, fine wines. I like Vermouth's mystery, and precisely because of its mystery, Vermouth is safer.]
After receiving Vermouth's message, Fujiwara Toru replied similarly using metaphors, reminding Vermouth not to say too much.
If she revealed too much information about the Organization, the Organization might even take action against her.
As for Amuro Tooru... well, Fujiwara Toru knew who he was the moment he saw his resume.
Who could blame him? After all, he still vaguely remembered some of the plot of Conan.
[Vermouth: Boy, are you worried about me? How heartwarming. Once I finish filming this current project, I'll come find you in Japan.]
[Fujiwara Toru: I'll be waiting for you here. I also miss your passion and that mystery of yours.]
After chatting flirtatiously with Vermouth for a while longer, Fujiwara put down his phone and sank into thought.
There was no need to worry about Amuro Tooru; he was one of their own. Plus, he was very capable and would surely fabricate false intelligence himself to deceive the higher-ups in the Black Organization.
He could even play around with him occasionally, give him a little scare.
"I remember Rum seems to be a sushi chef? A pity, knowing this isn't very useful. Killing him won't solve anything. The most important thing is the Boss of the Black Organization who has always hidden behind the scenes."
"It's better to keep Rum alive. We can react based on his actions. If he dies, it would become much harder to detect some of the Black Organization's movements."
Fujiwara Toru paced around a bit. He also needed to build up some forces loyal to him.
In the past, in America, he had always lived under Spencer's watchful eye, making many things difficult to execute.
Now that he had come to Japan, he had more options, especially with some people within the CIA. He could definitely find ways, use methods, to make them loyal to him instead of Spencer.
Time passed quickly, and in the blink of an eye, it was already close to 8 PM.
Fujiwara Toru had spent the entire day working on some CIA financial reports.
Expenses like the salaries of the shop staff could also be reported to the CIA for reimbursement.
Even if the funds obtained this way weren't much, every little bit counts. Fujiwara Toru didn't want to waste anything.
Besides this, he also completed a series of targeted mission proposals related to Japan.
For example, if the Japanese government were to become disobedient one day, the CIA had a series of methods to incite the populace to resist the Japanese government, thereby causing unrest and turmoil throughout the country.
This kind of thing was the CIA's specialty. Almost all internal turmoil in various countries was related to the CIA; things like the Arab Spring were all the CIA's handiwork.
Fujiwara Toru strongly disliked these tasks, even finding them quite disgusting.
But disgust was one thing; the proposal still had to be written. It could be used to secure significant funding.
Lafayette paid so much back then! What's wrong with me helping Lafayette get some of it back!
"Sigh, lacking funds. Kyo-chan over there is practically a bottomless pit. Although if the results come out, we could get rich overnight, the initial investment is just too much."
Fujiwara Toru felt a headache coming on.
The Shinomiya family and the Fujiwara family were rich, but as soon as you had financial dealings with them, many things were no longer up to you.
And did they really think these conglomerates were stupid enough to give money away for free? Their money would only be used to invest in you. If you really struck it rich one day, the biggest Results and peaches would be plucked by them.
Why do conglomerate capitalists love playing the finance game? Precisely because finance generates returns quickly; it's the best way to make money breed money.
Violence was indeed the best method, but the current Fujiwara Toru didn't yet have the power to confront a nation's violent apparatus. For now, he could only play according to the rules of the game.
"Boss, here is today's revenue report. Also, I have some suggestions."
At 8 PM, just as Fujiwara Toru was preparing to leave the shop and head home, Amuro Tooru knocked on his office door and entered with Fujiwara's permission.
Amuro Tooru handed the revenue report he had prepared to Fujiwara Toru, simultaneously offering his suggestions: "I believe the shop's current revenue streams are still too few."
"Especially the second-floor coffee shop. Although we sell some cakes, the revenue isn't sufficient."
"I see the space on the second floor is quite large. Perhaps we could sell food items like pizza, and also offer delivery services to increase the shop's income."
"The revenue from the first-floor KTV live house is decent, but I worry it might not be sustainable. We also need to prepare in advance."
When it came to work, Amuro Tooru was always serious and responsible. Even though Fujiwara Toru paid him a low salary, he would still diligently complete the tasks assigned to him.
Fujiwara Toru looked at the revenue report before him and said, "Not bad. In the future, just email these reports to me daily."
"Amuro, your ideas are good, capable of increasing the shop's income. You can go ahead and implement them boldly. If the income really increases, I'll give you a raise."
Amuro Tooru beamed, but inwardly cursed. Even if you double my salary, that would just be the basic salary I deserve!
"Regarding the KTV, I have some thoughts. You see, with Japan's recent economic downturn, even the number of girls in Okubo Park has increased so much."
"Even the quality of amateurs in videos and on FC2 has improved. But no matter how the economy declines, there will always be business dealings among the wealthy. We should also..."
Fujiwara Toru's words were subtle, but Amuro Tooru, being worldly-wise, immediately understood his intention.
Isn't this just wanting to open a brothel!
This kind of business, like hostess clubs and host clubs, was actually very profitable. Although it couldn't compare to large corporations, for a single shop, this would mean a massive surge in income.
Amuro Tooru tactfully said, "Boss, this area is a grey industry. It's easy to get investigated."
Fujiwara Toru clapped him on the shoulder. "Relax, no one dares to investigate me. Just do it boldly."
Amuro Tooru suddenly remembered, This guy is freaking CIA!
Fujiwara Toru then scrutinized Amuro Tooru carefully, making Amuro's hair stand on end, before saying, "I've noticed, Amuro, you are really quite handsome. The type many girls like."
"You could frequent places like Okubo Park more often, see if you can find any top-tier amateurs. Compared to standing on the street all day, which is so tiring, we offer a proper job with a contract and regular hours. Isn't that better?"
"Oh, also, you should often check out the high-end places in Ginza. Use your looks and sharp mind to see if you can poach some talent over here."
"The girls in those high-end Ginza clubs all have class and education. I hear some are even seniors from our Todai."
"If you can poach those people, I'll give you a high commission!"
Amuro Tooru's mouth twitched. Has my profession become a pimp?
Fujiwara Toru's smiling expression suddenly changed as he said, "I'm a generous boss. As long as you do well, you won't lack commission."
"But if you don't do well, I'll compensate you with a few months' salary and then fire you."
Hearing "fire," Amuro Tooru's expression changed instantly. He immediately guaranteed, "Boss, I will work hard."
"Good! Then I'll head back first. I'll leave the shop to you. Remember to lock up when you leave. I'm entrusting the keys to your care as well. I trust you."
Fujiwara Toru mimicked Spencer's sincere "I trust you" expression and tone.
After Fujiwara Toru left, Amuro Tooru felt like crying but had no tears.
Fired? If I get fired, Rum will definitely kill me. Can't even handle such a simple task? What kind of Black Organization member am I? Better let Gin take care of the trash.
Looks like I'm destined to be this pimp!
"I'm back. Welcome."
"Mm, welcome back."
Ai Haibara was just as Fujiwara Toru had left her during the day, still diligently working at the computer. She gave Fujiwara's return a lukewarm response.
Fujiwara Toru glanced at the takeout box on the table and smiled, "You even prepared a late-night snack for me?"
Ai Haibara snorted coldly. "Those are my leftovers. Eat them if you want."
Fujiwara Toru didn't mind Ai Haibara's tsundere attitude. These takeout boxes were well-packaged; they clearly weren't leftovers.
Ai Haibara stopped typing on the keyboard at this moment, trying hard to maintain a calm expression as she asked, "Tomorrow is Sunday. Are you going out again?"
"Mm, I have a date with a pretty senior student."
Fujiwara Toru hadn't eaten dinner. He casually replied while eating the takeout Ai Haibara had ordered.
Ai Haibara didn't speak, but her displeasure was evident.
After finishing the meal, Fujiwara Toru sat in the living room watching TV, while Ai Haibara continued working hard over there. The two chatted idly.
When it was past ten o'clock, Fujiwara Toru changed his clothes and said to Ai Haibara, "I'm going out for a night run. You're still in a child's body, rest early. It's better for your health. Don't stay up late."
"None of your business."
Ai Haibara replied coolly, but obediently closed the laptop.
Fujiwara Toru smiled, didn't say much more, and prepared to go for his run.
Just then, Ai Haibara suddenly said, "I urgently need Kudo Shinichi's blood for research right now."
Fujiwara Toru paused for a moment. He said, "Wait a few days, I'll help you capture him. You can research him however you want, even dissecting him is fine."
With that, he left the house.
As usual, Kayako was sitting on those steps waiting for him. After dealing with this terrifying female ghost and chatting with her for half an hour, Fujiwara Toru finally returned home.
The light in Ai Haibara's room was off; she should already be asleep.
This girl, although her mouth is defiant and quite cheeky, her body is very honest and obedient.
Fujiwara Toru also washed up and prepared to rest. Tomorrow, he still had to accompany the Yukinoshita sisters shopping.