Chapter 112 Chapter 112 Ling Ling, You Are Not Behaving Well

As Olga expected, she soon received a scolding call from Rum.

"Why did you hurt Gin?! Why did you take Bourbon and Gil away without permission, even though they haven't been completely cleared of suspicion yet?! Arthas, what the hell are you doing!?"

In the darkness, Olga sat at her computer desk, her phone held calmly away from her ear. Her eyes, a tinge of green in the complete darkness, were fixed intently on the screen—a live feed of the Dongdu Aquarium.

As for the incessant cursing coming from Rum in my ears?

Olga held the phone with her hand almost stretched out at arm's length, pinching the edge of the phone with only her index finger and thumb.

Rum's voice wasn't pleasant, so there was no need for her to endure the noise. He was simply venting his emotions, not saying anything substantial. In other words, it wasn't important. Olga only needed to divert a tiny bit of her attention from the surveillance footage, watching for when he started talking about business.

Fortunately, a quick temper can sometimes be an advantage. At least Rum only yelled at Olga for less than two minutes before getting down to business. If it were those two old men, Karasuma Renya or Karasuma Keiko, who knows how long they'd nag her.

"You, go and help Vermouth and the others. Make sure to recapture Curacao!"

“Hai——!”

Before Olga could respond lazily, the impatient Rum had already hung up the phone.

Olga scoffed and dropped her phone, which had automatically turned off, onto the wooden table. A sudden, muffled thud echoed through the dark, quiet room. It was obvious that Kiel, standing outside, must have been startled.

Oh, yes, Keel is still here.

Let her go for a while, I almost forgot about her.

Olga hugged her knees and turned around in the chair again, then walked down slowly and began to change her clothes.

For once, she put on a baseball cap, layering the hood of her sweatshirt on top. Then, she put on a pair of plain glasses.

She would have gone even without that old blind man telling her.

She had to make sure Curacao was completely dead. And...

Olga casually put the jumping knife on the table into her sweatshirt pocket.

*

Olga's timing was perfect for her visit to Vermouth. Vermouth was on the phone with Curacao in a restaurant at the Toudou Aquarium, where the floor-to-ceiling windows on the side offered a nearly complete view of the aquarium's outdoor attractions.

On the table in front of Vermouth was a laptop computer, lines of code running on it. Ordinary people naturally couldn't understand it, so she generously placed the computer on the table so that anyone who came by could see the screen at a glance.

Olga took a quick glance and roughly understood Vermouth's plan - she planned to hack into the aquarium's electrical facilities.

Seeing Olga coming, Vermouth glanced at her and frowned slightly.

Olga wore a loose black long-sleeved sweatshirt with the hood on her head. Under the hood, she also wore a baseball cap. In addition, she also wore a mask and a pair of plain glasses! This outfit...

Normally, even when she was on a mission to kill or burn someone, she wouldn't cover herself up so tightly. If Vermouth wasn't so familiar with Olga, and if she wasn't good at disguise, she would never have recognized that the person sitting across from her was Olga.

What was Arthas planning to do? Vermouth almost instinctively sensed something was amiss.

"I have a slight cold." Olga simply gave a casual explanation in a muffled voice, and then sat down opposite Vermouth as usual.

Although Vermouth still had some doubts when she saw this, she thought that there were more important things at the moment, so she just waved her hand slightly, indicating that Olga should wait on the side.

Unexpectedly, after Olga sat down opposite, she suddenly leaned forward and took off one of Vermouth's earphones while she was frowning.

Now, Olga could hear everything Curacao said.

Vermouth didn't like Olga's behavior, but she didn't say anything in the end, which was considered as tacit approval of her actions.

One thing that is obvious is that Curacao just called Vermouth, or Vermouth just answered Curacao's call.

"When are you coming to pick me up? There are a lot of police officers guarding outside." Curacao's tone sounded a little urgent, but not panicked.

Vermouth glanced at Olga, then said to Curacao: "Don't worry, Gin will pick you up soon."

Gin?

The injury hasn't healed yet, right?

Olga looked through the floor-to-ceiling glass window at the towering Ferris wheel not far away, gleaming with colorful lights. Curacao should be inside it. But...

Gin had just been shot four times by her in the afternoon, and now he had the strength to fight the police and then climb up the Ferris wheel to rescue Curacao?

"Gin?"

Curacao asked the same question. She had no idea Gin was injured, but as a close confidant of Rum, she had more or less sensed the recent undercurrents within the organization. And Gin was one of those people Rum had long disliked.

As Rum's subordinate, Curacao was obviously confused as to why it was Gin who came to rescue her.

"When did you regain your memory? I heard from Rum that I received a message from your phone."

Vermouth was too lazy to explain Curacao's doubts and directly led the topic to the key point.

"If you weren't the one who sent that message—"

The unspoken question was obvious - if the text message did not come from Curacao, then Kil and Bourbon's undercover suspicion would not be lifted.

Here we come!

At that moment, Olga's left hand, tucked into her hoodie pocket, clenched the dagger. If Curacao revealed that the text message wasn't hers, Olga would kill Vermouth immediately. Then, she would find a way to get rid of Curacao.

This news cannot be let reach Rum or the boss.

Vermouth seemed to instinctively sense danger. While waiting for Curacao's response, she couldn't help but look at Olga.

But the child looked normal, leaning lazily on the back of the chair, turning his head to look out the floor-to-ceiling window, as if he was admiring the colorful night view of the Dongdu Aquarium. There was no sense of danger at all.

Is this an illusion? Vermouth frowned slightly.

At this moment, Curacao's voice came from the headset, and he seemed puzzled by Vermouth's question:

"That message, you mean? Of course it was from me. Any questions?"

"Really?" Vermouth looked at Olga opposite her again. She still maintained that leisurely attitude, looking out the window.

It seems that it is not Olga. Vermouth thought to herself, could it be that the bad premonition she just had was just her overthinking?

Thinking of this, Vermouth finally relaxed a little, and even the words she used when talking to Curacao showed this:

"The time is almost up, Cinderella. Wait there for the pumpkin carriage to pick you up."

The only sound from the other end was "OK" from Curacao, and then the call was disconnected. Olga's left hand, which had been tightly gripping the jumping knife in her pocket, finally loosened its grip.

But soon, Olga's heart, which had not been completely relaxed, was lifted again by Vermouth's words. Vermouth said:

"That Gin guy actually brought the organization's recently acquired helicopter gunship over here. That's a bit too conspicuous."

Although she said this, there was no hint of something wrong in her tone, and her expression was extremely cheerful.

In contrast, Olga's expression, hidden behind her mask, was stunned for a moment before immediately becoming gloomy.

Attack helicopter?

What was Gin going to do? Rescue Curacao and shoot up the Ferris wheel at the same time?

Olga didn't think there was anything wrong with this behavior. Like Vermouth, she thought, what if Gin killed everyone in the Ferris wheel with a helicopter?

But the valley zero is still there!

Although there was no definite evidence, Olga knew that he was there. He would definitely go there!

She was so mad at Fūya Rei that she only found out about the attack helicopter through Vermouth now!!!

But this is not over yet. Vermouth continued in that tone of interest:

"I heard Gin even installed bombs between the wheels and the axles of the Ferris wheel. They're all remote-controlled."

Vermouth said, and randomly pressed a key on the laptop. The next second,

The entire amusement park of the Toudou Aquarium fell into complete darkness.

"Gin's plan is to blow up the Ferris wheel if he can't kidnap Curacao."

Vermouth said this amidst the waves of screams coming from the playground below.

Olga clenched her hands into fists in her pockets until her neatly trimmed nails scratched her palms painfully, then she controlled her lungs and took deep breaths.

But the pain coming from the heart was not resolved.

While APTX-4869 allowed Olga to shrink from time to time, it also repaired her injured and weak left hand. However, the shrapnel in her heart was never removed, so whenever strenuous exercise or emotional excitement caused her heart rate to accelerate, Olga would still feel extremely severe pain.

Just like now.

bomb.

On the Ferris wheel.

A lot.

Remote control type.

These words, no matter which one, made Olga unable to calm down.

The next second, in front of Vermouth's astonished eyes, she stood up almost suddenly, quietly but madly running against the crowd towards a dark place.

"Arthas?!"

Then, she suddenly fell to her knees, curled up in a hunch, and the intense pain in her heart continued to surge throughout her body, making it almost impossible for her to breathe.

Olga reached into her pocket with trembling hands, trying to take out the painkillers, but she was so powerless that she dropped the small glass bottle to the ground and rolled away.

She stretched out her hand to reach it, but the distance of just a few steps seemed like an insurmountable chasm, impossible to touch.

"What are you doing?"

Vermouth's voice, mixed with dissatisfaction and a bit of anxiety, came from beside him.

She picked up the bottle, looked at it in her hand, and found no label. She squatted down and asked Olga:

"What's wrong with you, Arthas? Is this your painkiller? How many do you need?"

Vermouth had already unscrewed the bottle. Olga ignored all her questions, snatched the bottle from her hand, poured a handful into her palm, and swallowed it all, causing Vermouth to frown.

"You can't take painkillers like that, Arthas."

Olga knelt on the ground, supporting herself with her hands, gasping for breath. Fortunately, in the chaos, the guests around her had no time to pay attention to them.

After a while, the powerful painkillers finally began to take effect. Olga regained some strength, supported herself on the ground, ignored Vermouth's words and support, and stood up on her own, gritting her teeth.

Then she leaned on the table, picked up the telescope that Vermouth had placed aside, and stumbled slightly to the French window. She took off her camouflage glasses and looked through the telescope in the direction of the Ferris wheel. However,

I can't see anything. There's only darkness in the telescope, nothing to see. There's not a single ray of light anywhere I look.

"Bang--"

Olga threw the telescope in her hand away. Finally, this not-so-small noise attracted the inquiring gazes of people around, some openly and some covertly.

“Arthas!” Vermouth finally frowned and lowered her voice slightly, “What are you doing?”

She bent down to pick up the telescope, sent away the waiter who came over to inquire about the situation, and then looked at Olga, very puzzled.

Olga didn't want to talk. She sat down in her chair again, put her hand on her forehead, lowered her eyes, and forced herself to calm down.

The Ferris wheel hasn't exploded yet, which means Zero is fine. Besides, he's brought Jinpei Matsuda with him. Didn't that guy claim to have topped the explosive ordnance disposal course back in the police academy? With the two of them together, maybe those bombs Gin had already been defused...

Then there was a "crackling" sound coming from the distance, one after another.

Olga felt her head begin to hurt. She didn't look, but she knew that Gin had started to shoot at the Ferris wheel with the helicopter gunship.

In the noisy darkness, only the lights in this restaurant and the aquarium were still on.

Olga didn't know how much time had passed until the faint pain in her heart had begun to numb. Suddenly,

A strong light enveloped the night sky, streaming into the restaurant from the floor-to-ceiling windows, causing Olga to squint for a moment. Despite the discomfort caused by the strong light, she forced herself to look towards the light source outside the window.

Is it fireworks?

No. It was something else, emitting a bright and brilliant light in the sky, instantly illuminating the entire aquarium playground, including the Ferris wheel and also - the attack helicopter hovering beside it.

Olga's eyes finally adjusted to the light. Squinting, she saw a streak of sparks shoot from the base of the Ferris wheel, quickly crossing the sky and heading towards the helicopter's propeller.

It's a bullet.

The next second, the black armed helicopter lost control and dived toward the ground.

"What's going on?!"

Almost at the same time, Vermouth stood up, leaning on the table, and stared out the window in disbelief. The burning helicopter reflected in her eyes, illuminating a rare look of astonishment.

Then, the Ferris wheel suddenly dropped its supports and rolled towards the aquarium. The crowd inside the aquarium screamed, and the entire aquarium was thrown into complete chaos.

"Let's go!"

Without any hesitation, Vermouth grabbed Olga's arm, pulled her up from the chair, and walked quickly out of the restaurant with her.

They couldn't stay in this aquarium any longer. They had to leave immediately before the police reacted!

What Vermouth didn't notice was that behind her, Olga, who had been in a bad mood for almost the entire night, suddenly raised the corners of her lips and revealed a silent smile.

She put her phone back in her pocket and let Vermouth pull her through the chaotic crowd toward the parking lot outside the aquarium, then stuffed her into the back seat of the car. Vermouth stepped on the accelerator and drove away with Olga.

Half a minute ago, Olga confirmed Furuya Rei's location on her phone. He was still moving, quite fast.

Rei Furuya is fine.

But,

Sitting in the back seat of the car, the flickering light from the surrounding street lamps shone through the car window, illuminating Olga's face.

At this moment, her face was once again filled with a gloomy expression, silent and quiet, yet brewing a suppressed and frantic emotion.

*

It was already 3:30 in the morning when Rei Furuya returned to his apartment. After the incident at the Toudou Aquarium, he had returned to the National Police Agency to handle some matters until now.

The several gunshot wounds on his body began to ache again, or rather, now that his nerves had finally relaxed, the pain that he had been deliberately ignoring finally caught his attention. The wounds seemed to have begun to bleed again.

Fūya Rei just wanted to rest for a while. He was very tired, both physically and mentally.

There were no lights on in the apartment, and the blackout curtains were drawn tightly, not letting in a single ray of light.

but,

Standing at the entrance, Jiang Gu Ling could see a shadowy figure sitting on the sofa, with his legs crossed and his arms folded.

In the darkness, the man raised his head and vaguely saw a hint of green.

She was looking at him. Even though the darkness blocked his view, Rei Furuya knew it.

"I'm going to turn on the light."

In the silence, Furuya Rei reminded him. But no one answered him, as if everything was just his one-man show.

Light-colored eyes have a harder time adjusting to bright light.

Three seconds later, Furuya Rei flipped the switch and turned on the living room light. He could see that the man almost immediately squinted his eyes in discomfort.

I reminded her to close her eyes. Furuya Rei sighed silently:

"Why aren't you asleep yet?"

The man didn't answer him. He just sat there silently on the sofa, staring at him, watching his every move, his green eyes fixed on him, filled with an inextricable gloom.

Furuya Rei knew what she was worried about. Even in the face of such a cold face, he was happy. She was worried about his safety.

"Don't worry," Furuya Ling came to her side and raised his hand to the top of her head, "Curaçao is dead."

Bourbon will not be exposed.

However, the woman waved his hand away with her right hand. Unlike her previous coquettish behavior, this time she was serious, with unquestionable strength.

Of course, if Fūya Rei insisted on competing with her in strength, even if he was seriously injured now, he would still not be at a disadvantage.

But his hand was still waved away so easily.

"Olia—"

Fūya Rei wanted to say something else, but the man stood up from the sofa without saying a word and walked towards her room.

Fūya Rei stared blankly at his hand, frozen in mid-air, covered in tiny scars. It wasn't until a muffled "bang"—the thud of a door slamming—that he snapped back to his senses.

He stood there again, staring blankly at the closed door for a long time, then Jōguchi Ling withdrew his hanging hand.

He turned and walked towards his room, went into the bathroom, and tore off the clothes that were stuck to the wound with blood.

In a flash, Rei Furuya saw himself in the mirror. His naked upper body was torn open again, and three blood holes were oozing out. In addition, there were several smaller scars, some deep and some shallow, from the night at the Toudou Aquarium.

Across the pool, he bent down wearily, his palms resting on the mirror, practically putting his entire body weight on it. He lowered his head, his soft blond hair now tangled on the side of his face, and suppressed his breathing.

Only after he got used to the endless pain that was almost drowning his sanity did he stand up, walk to the shower room, and turn on the shower with his hands that were trembling slightly despite his best efforts.

“Wow—”

Instantly, warm water poured down on his head, causing a burning pain as it passed through the wound.

He remained under the current until even the pain grew numb.

After cleaning up the blood, Rei Furuya originally planned to go to the living room to search for his usual medicine. Although it was not easy to move, he tried to move as quietly as possible. Olga should have fallen asleep.

Then, suddenly, he saw medicine and gauze that seemed to have been thrown there casually on the coffee table in front of the sofa.

Before this, he was clearly standing next to the sofa, staring at the man or the empty door for a long time, but he actually ignored these things.

It was prepared long ago.

Jōguro was stunned for a moment, then bent down and picked up the items. A slight smile crept up on his face, something he didn't even notice. In that instant, even the pain from his wounds seemed to have eased considerably.

*

By the time Fūya Rei re-bandaged his wound and lay down on the bed, the clock was almost five o'clock.

He quickly closed his eyes and fell asleep. Until,

Fūya Rei felt a strong gaze, staring at him in the darkness.

He has always been a light sleeper.

Furuya Rei didn't open his eyes. He felt someone sit down on the edge of the bed. Then, a hand touched the side of his face, gently caressing it with the faint scent of cherry blossoms. It was a soft, delicate hand, with only the fingertips covered in calluses. He knew this hand well.

Furuya Rei didn't move. He was exhausted. He'd locked the door before bed, but that didn't stop Olga. It always did. He'd even given up sleeping naked, except for today. After smearing his upper body with medicine and bandages of all sizes, getting dressed felt difficult and unnecessary.

If it's Olga...

He was not fully awake to begin with, so his mind was not at peace. His brain became drowsy again and he was about to fall asleep again.

However, the next second, the cold and hard touch from the wrist forcibly pulled Fūya Rei out of his sleepiness.

“Click.”

He was handcuffed to the bed.

Furuya Rei opened his eyes. The sky gradually brightened. Through the gaps in the curtains, dim light fell on the man's face, leaving a hazy and distorted shadow.

Those frighteningly green eyes were looking at him, gentle and sweet.

"Zero Zero,"

She held his face and slowly moved closer until her forehead touched his. She nuzzled his cheek, whispering softly like a kitten.

"Since you don't listen, then don't leave my sight."