Chapter 125 Finale Yes, I wil...

Karasuma Renya was preparing to flee overseas. He only planned to take two codenamed members of the organization with him. These two members were his direct blood relatives.

But in fact, Karasuma Renya also planned to bring some lower-level members of the organization to serve as roles similar to thugs and bodyguards.

Of course, there was no need to bring too many. Once overseas, there were plenty of members stationed there permanently. So, Karasuma Renya only selected the most loyal ones and planned to take them with him out of Japan.

But these bodyguards probably cannot accompany him overseas.

Early morning——

Olga was awakened by a burst of gunfire. Actually, she had not been asleep, but was just lying in bed in a daze.

When she slowly sat up from the bed, barely changed into a loose casual outfit that didn't match at all, and was about to check what was going on, the bedroom door was suddenly pushed open with great force.

It's Vermouth.

"What are you doing—"

Before Olga could react, Vermouth took a step forward, contrary to her usual behavior, grabbed her arm without saying a word, and pulled her out the door.

She gripped Olga's arm so tightly that it almost hurt. She walked very fast, almost running, making it difficult for Olga, whose leg wound had not yet healed, to keep up. She even stumbled.

But Vermouth didn't slow down.

This is very unlike her.

Olga realized something. Then, without even needing to ask Vermouth for confirmation, gunshots rang out one after another.

"They came looking for us."

In this truly critical moment, Vermouth's voice became calm.

"We have to leave now!"

As they spoke, Vermouth had already dragged Olga to the helipad behind the Karasuma residence. In the middle of the runway, a private jet was ready for takeoff.

Obviously, they didn't have time to pack any more luggage. Fortunately, they had already cleared out the criminal evidence stored in the Karasuma residence a few hours ago.

Amidst the continuous gunfire, Olga climbed the boarding stairs in the dark and entered the interior of the private plane.

This was not the private plane that Karasuma Renye had sent to take her back to Tokyo last time. This plane had a larger interior and a more luxurious interior.

But now, these external things are all empty.

Most of the bodyguards that Karasuma Renya had originally planned to take with him were now forced to engage in a gunfight outside the mansion to buy them time. Only a few maintenance personnel remained on the plane.

Looking closely, the only two remaining fighters were Vermouth and Olga. However, they were only two wounded soldiers.

The first thing Olga did when he got on the plane was to take a pistol from the weapons cabinet, load the magazine, and put it in his pocket. He also grabbed a handful of bullets and put them in his other pocket.

This was not originally allowed. In front of Karasuma Renya, they were not even allowed to carry cold weapons, let alone hot weapons like pistols.

But now, Olga did this in front of Karasuma Renya, and he didn't say a word. Karasuma Keiko, who was holding the swaddled baby, just frowned slightly, but didn't say much.

The plane took off quickly. Time was of the essence, so it only glided slowly for a short distance. Then it instantly accelerated.

Olga could feel a distinct push on her back as she sat in the chair. The plane accelerated along the smooth runway, accompanied by a buzzing sound and occasional bumps.

In the darkness of the night, Olga tilted her head to look out the window. Everything was passing by so quickly that she couldn't make out anything.

Is he leaving? Will he never see that person again?

For a moment, she felt her heart drop.

What kind of emotion is this? It's very strange.

"What are you thinking about?"

Vermouth, who was sitting across from her, looked over. She propped her head up with one hand, peering past Olga and out her window. From her vantage point, she could even see the flames rising from the Karasuma residence, illuminating most of the night sky.

Obviously, the battle is in full swing.

Perhaps out of nervousness, Vermouth actually asked such a casual question.

Keiko Karasuma took Renya Karasuma to the lounge, and now there were only the two of them there.

“Hmm—”

I don't know what kind of mentality it was, but Olga actually responded to Vermouth.

"I want to die."

In the reflection of the window, she saw Vermouth's eyes suddenly widen and her brow furrow. There was deep disapproval in those eyes.

Why?

Because Vermouth knew Olga was serious. Although her tone and gesture were extremely casual, it really seemed like she was just joking.

But Vermouth knew that she was serious.

There's something wrong with Olga's brain. That's not insulting, just stating a fact.

Olga's brain is wired differently, so she's never experienced depth or true emotion. She barely feels fear, and struggles to feel genuine joy, a normal emotion.

Therefore, she has an almost pathological pursuit of "rewards" and "stimulation".

Vermouth knew who "reward" and "stimulation" meant to Olga.

But now, she was about to lose all of that. She would return to her original state, unable to feel anything. Perhaps she could get a brief thrill from killing and torturing others, but it would only be temporary.

Vermouth had never experienced a life without any emotions, but she knew it must be quite boring.

A world where nothing exists, not even fear and sadness.

The plane gradually rose, and Vermouth knew that they were about to leave this land forever.

In fact, she was also reluctant. But Olga——

She glanced at Olga quietly. She was still sitting there with her head propped up, looking out the window, like an exquisite doll.

Would she have similar feelings?

Vermouth was lost in thought when suddenly, a violent jolt hit her. She felt the plane suddenly sink, and then it seemed to be thrown upward by a huge force.

In a burst of light that almost illuminated the night sky, like fireworks, she was severely strangled by the seat belt. With the pain of the wound on her shoulder being torn again by the pulling, she fell heavily back into the seat.

The ground outside the window was shaking violently, making people feel as if they were being squeezed by a giant hand and shaken back and forth.

The plane's takeoff was completely halted. It then sprinted forward for a distance, barely stopping before crashing into a house.

At the same time, Vermouth seemed to see something huge, with patterns resembling a football, quickly deflated. It seemed to be blocking the front of the plane, and it was the culprit that prevented the plane from taking off!

Then, a dense sound of footsteps and voices could be heard. Even as the dizziness still lingered, Vermouth could see through the window a group of armed men half-surrounding them.

Still in a daze, she felt her arm being pulled. Coming to her senses, she saw Olga across from her had already unbuckled her seatbelt, stood up, and was striding towards the back of the plane, dragging her injured leg.

Vermouth quickly stood up and followed. At the very back of the cabin, there was a narrow emergency door, where not many police officers were stationed.

*

It's not just that there aren't enough police officers deployed.

When Vermouth chased Olga to the security gate, there were two people lying on the ground outside the plane. They seemed to be FBI, and they had both been dealt with by Olga.

She was about to jump out of the plane, gun in her left hand. At this moment——

"Arthas, there is no escape for you."

A familiar, deep, and disgusting male voice came.

Vermouth followed closely behind him and paused for a moment. She quickly leaned back, into the blind spot of the person outside the plane, and quietly looked out through the gap.

Shuichi Akai.

He was holding a shotgun pointed at Olga, who had just jumped out of a plane from a height of four meters, dragging her injured leg.

Olga had just landed on the ground, not even having time to get up. Three meters away, Akai Shuichi was pointing a shotgun at her.

Vermouth gritted her teeth, turned around, and walked quickly into the cabin.

*

Olga felt a sharp pain in her calf. Although her recovery ability was better than that of a normal person, it had only been a day since she was shot. Furthermore, she had just jumped from such a high place...

She could almost feel the warm, sticky scarlet liquid soaking her trouser legs.

Fortunately, she was wearing black sweatpants, so it shouldn't be noticeable.

Olga gritted her teeth and stood up, trying not to look unusual. Her left hand, gripping the pistol, tightened its fingers slightly, and she squinted at Akai Shuichi, who was not far away, and began to think about how to escape.

In fact, at this point, she didn't mind dying, but she didn't want to die at the hands of Akai Shuichi at all.

"Drop your weapons, Arthas."

Olga saw Akai Shuichi's index finger on the trigger, ready to fire. Around them, the FBI was already approaching.

In this situation, Olga, who only had a small hand gun, was obviously not at any advantage.

She made a calm judgment and slowly bent down, as if she was about to put the gun in her hand down on the ground and surrender.

Just then—

"Akai Shuichi, get out of the way!"

Vermouth's threatening voice came from behind.

Olga curled her lips. Taking advantage of Akai Shuichi's momentary distraction, she retrieved the gun that had been placed on the ground. Then, she decisively fired!

The bullet flew towards Shuichi Akai's heart.

"show!"

In just a few tenths of a second, Olga only felt a figure flash before her eyes, extremely fast and decisive.

"Bang!"

The bullet lodged in the woman's chest. She collapsed into Shuichi Akai's arms. Olga knew this woman: Judy Stelling.

Olga felt that this scene was extremely familiar.

Behind her, Vermouth also got off the plane with the tied-up Sera Masumi.

"Walk!"

Vermouth's voice was unwavering.

Shuichi Akai and others held the fallen Judy, and seemed to be panicked. They tried to press to stop the blood from constantly flowing out of her left chest.

But it's useless.

Judy's pupils quickly became dilated. Blood continued to flow from the corners of her mouth. It seemed that her trachea was injured, and she couldn't even utter her last words.

Vermouth pressed the muzzle of her gun against Sera Masumi's temples and dragged Olga along as they ran towards the interior of the Karasuma mansion. The buildings there were numerous and complex, with secret passages, so it would be difficult for the Red Army to capture them.

Olga struggled to run, her heart pounding with pain, her calf almost numb from the wound. Suddenly, she glanced back, and coincidentally, she met Akai Shuichi's gaze.

She had never seen Shuichi Akai like this, not even on the day Miyano Akemi died.

That was real, calm anger.

Olga's eyes suddenly widened. She almost opened her mouth, wanting to say something.

"Bang!"

It's too late.

With a simple gunshot, blood exploded from Vermouth's ankle.

Vermouth fell forward, and together with Sera Masumi, who was held hostage by her, they fell to the ground with a dull thud.

Akai Shuichi was holding his shotgun and walking towards them step by step. His pace was not fast, but it was suffocating.

Olga gritted her teeth, stood up, and without hesitation, ran into the Karasuma residence amid the sound of gunfire.

She hid behind the wall, avoiding the bullets. Then, in the darkness, under Akai Shuichi's bloodshot glare, she flashed and disappeared into the maze-like mansion.

She could vaguely hear Vermouth's voice, getting farther and farther away:

"Don't come any closer! Or I'll kill her!"

Vermouth fell to the ground, unable to stand up. But the gun was still in her hand, and Sera Masumi was also still at her side.

Olga ruthlessly abandoned Vermouth, just as she had abandoned Karasuma Renya and Karasuma Keiko without hesitation when they got off the private plane.

Olga ran through the vast, maze-like mansion, feeling the cold winter air constantly entering her lungs, bringing with it waves of intense pain. Along with the pain in her heart, it intensified.

She couldn't run any longer. She could only stop beside an archway, one hand on the stone archway, bent over, and panted awkwardly. Behind her was a two-story chapel, and in front of her was a landscaped garden with a secret passage leading out.

She reached into her pocket with trembling hands and fumbled for a long time. But all she found were metal bullets. She had been in such a hurry when she left that she hadn't had time to bring any painkillers.

So Olga had to use her trembling hands to tightly grasp the collar of her clothes, as if that would make her feel better.

But her heart was still beating violently. Her face turned completely pale, even her fingertips, completely drained of color. She was almost unable to stand.

"Olia."

At this moment, in this place, when she was at her most vulnerable, Olga heard the voice she least wanted to hear. It was a cold voice, yet incredibly familiar.

She managed to lift her head, the pain was so severe that even her breathing was trembling.

Then, that familiar face appeared in her green eyes.

The man just stood there quietly, with no expression on his face. He just lowered his eyes and looked at her, looking at her miserable appearance.

Behind him, a dense mass of armed SWAT officers stood. She also saw the man named Kazami Yuya. There was also Matsuda Jinpei, and, unbeknownst to him, Morobushi Kagemitsu, who had regained consciousness. They all held their guns, their muzzles pointed at her.

“Pah.”

Olga released the gun she had been holding. The metal shell of the gun collided with the stone ground, making a sudden crisp sound in the silent night.

Olga slowly raised her hands in a gesture of surrender. She still couldn't straighten up completely, so she kept this awkward position, even struggling to breathe, and slowly backed away.

She tried to force a smile, either provocative or sarcastic, but failed.

It was so painful that her vision went black and her whole body felt cold.

She retreated into the back of the church without even closing the door.

She saw that the group of armed guys behind Fūya Zero were about to shoot at her, but were stopped by the man with a cold face and a gesture.

"Olia, come out."

He took a few steps forward, almost standing at the church door. The winter night breeze blew gently, ruffling his hair. He stood there in the night, reaching out his hand toward her. A distance so short, yet so infinitely long, that it seemed.

They stared at each other through the empty door frame. One stood straight, looking down from above. The other collapsed to the ground, looking utterly miserable.

"snort."

Olga almost exhausted all her strength before she uttered a snorting laugh. She couldn't quite put her finger on the emotion.

She stumbled to her feet and managed to stand firmly. Even without a mirror, she could imagine what an ugly posture she looked like.

You really understand me... That's why you brought people here to wait for me early in the morning, right, Lingling?

Even in this situation, those green eyes were still surprisingly bright, like precious gems in the night.

Olga glanced at the group of people behind Furuya Rei. Finally, her gaze settled on his face.

"Ling Ling, whatever you want to know... come in alone... no guns allowed... I'll tell you everything. Even about the champagne..."

Olga turned around, dragged her tired body, and walked towards the second floor while grabbing the handrail of the stairs with difficulty.

In the end, she was almost whispering, and she didn't know if Furuya Rei could hear her.

I probably can't hear it.

But he must have guessed what she said.

Olga finally reached the second floor. It was just an attic. In the very center, a brass bell hung, only the padlock was locked in the attic, leaving the bell hanging on the ground floor.

There was a small, uncomfortable sofa near the triangular window. Olga reluctantly walked over to it. Then, she collapsed on the small sofa, no longer having the strength to move.

The wind from outside the window rushed into the room, bringing with it a biting chill and the sounds of the outside world.

She heard everyone trying to dissuade Rei from entering the church, as if some devil was hiding inside.

Olga twitched the corners of her mouth and let out a short sound that resembled a laugh.

The group was really scared by her. She was the only one in the whole church. She had thrown away her gun and didn't even have a switchblade.

It's no use, Olga thought. You can't persuade Rei Furuya. He'll come.

Olga could vaguely see the scene below through the small triangular window.

She saw Furuya Rei hand the gun to Kazami beside him. Then, facing everyone's worried eyes and ignoring any dissuasion, he walked into the small church alone.

“Bang—”

“Bang—”

“Bang—”

He stepped onto the stairs leading to the second floor, taking slow but firm steps down the wooden staircase.

“Bang—”

“Bang—”

…

The footsteps kept getting closer, getting clearer, and finally stopped.

Olga closed her eyes. She was exhausted. But she could still feel someone crouching beside her for a long time, and it seemed as if their warmth could be felt through the air. For a moment, she felt less cold.

Olga finally smiled. She laughed silently, awkwardly and arrogantly.

Without even opening her eyes, she grasped the hand that reached out to her. It was warm and lightly calloused.

She finally opened her eyes and looked at him sweetly and tenderly with those beautiful green eyes that were surprisingly bright even at night.

"Zero Zero."

Her voice was very soft, like the whispers between lovers, with a tender meaning.

Slowly, slowly, under his calm gaze, she inserted her five fingers into his and interlocked them with his. Then, she brought his hand close to her cheek and rubbed the back of his hand affectionately.

Next second.

“Pah.”

She used handcuffs that appeared from nowhere to handcuff their clasped hands together.

Rei Furuya just watched all this calmly without saying a word.

Until Olga took out something like a remote control from her pocket and pressed the only button on it.

"boom--!"

The entire building shook as if the world was ending, accompanied by a deafening sound.

Almost instantly, an orange-red light illuminated the sky, accompanied by a hot air flow that suddenly expanded outward.

Olga heard screams from outside the church. A moment later, along with these noisy, anxious cries, the flames caused by the explosion quickly spread up the wooden stairs to the second floor. Then, along the curtains and furniture, they crawled all the way to them.

Now, it's finally warm.

Beside him, the walkie-talkie carried by Rei Fūya seemed to emit a sound of electricity.

Olga looked at him. He used his free hand to hold the earphones on his left side and calmly gave some orders.

Probably he was ordering the people below not to break in.

Then, he turned off the intercom. He turned his gaze to Olga, and in those cold eyes, she was the only one left.

The blazing fire reflected in Olga's green eyes, making them look very beautiful. Finally, she smiled from the bottom of her heart.

She still held his hand. Even though the shackles were already locking them together, she still refused to let go.

She must have been very tired, so she just lay back on the sofa, and even the sound she made was very quiet. Compared to the sound of the sparks exploding around her, it seemed insignificant.

But she still stared at him, not wanting to let go for a second. Her eyes were filled with satisfaction and happiness.

"Lingling, you are mine." She said softly, "So, die with me now."

She just said it naturally, in a sweet and gentle tone.

She felt Furuya Rei slowly tighten his grip on her hand, much stronger than hers.

"Olia, I would rather live with you."

She heard him say this in a calm, yet serious tone.

Olga glanced at him, then suddenly closed her eyes again and smiled.

"rhetoric."

No response.

She continued on her own:

"If I tell you... I am Champagne... I ordered the murder of Keimitsu Morobushi... I also ordered the murder of Akemi Miyano... And Kiel... Hondou Eisuke... Judy... I was the one who killed them all."

Her chest rose and fell slightly. The intense pain still lingered. Every word she spoke became increasingly difficult. But she still had to speak.

"…Now that the organization no longer exists, I have no way to keep you, Zero."

She opened her eyes again and looked at him deeply, her eyebrows curved.

"So, I'd better take you with me to die."

The fire grew bigger and bigger, and the flames rushed towards them several times. Olga could clearly hear the anxious shouts of the people outside.

Not far away, Kuroda Heibei issued an order via radio:

"If Furuya doesn't come out in one minute, I'll break through by force!"

"yes!!!"

There was a thunderous roar from downstairs.

But Jiang Gu Ling seemed to have heard nothing at all and turned a deaf ear.

He just looked at Olga quietly, watching her.

"I stay with you voluntarily and from the bottom of my heart."

He knelt by the window, in front of Olga, looking into her eyes, and said every word.

"It was so in the past, and it will be so in the future."

A cold wind whistled through the window frame and hit their faces.

But Olga no longer felt cold. Perhaps it was the blazing fire that almost illuminated the entire night sky that had its effect.

She stared at him for a long time.

Suddenly, he used his other hand to place his hands on their handcuffed and clasped hands.

"Forget it..." She suddenly lowered her eyes, "I will go to hell, but you won't. There's no point in taking you with me."

With a soft click, the handcuffs were undone. As Rei Furuya's eyes trembled, she found strength, unknowingly, and with a fierce push, she pushed him out of the triangular window without glass.

"You can go, but I don't want to go to jail."

Furiya Rei saw her smile, with her usual cunning expression, yet also a rare sated satisfaction. He also heard her voice, like a whisper to herself.

It’s better to end such a boring life early.

“Olia!!!”

Fūya Rei came to his senses and managed to adjust his posture before landing, falling onto the stone-paved floor on the first floor.

The floor was not high to begin with, he just fell from the second floor and only scratched his arm.

Furuya Rei hastily raised his head and glanced toward the second floor. Through the triangular window, he could see her silhouette. Against the backdrop of the blazing flames, she leaned serenely against the sofa, her slender arms resting on the armrests.

She didn't even glance at him in response to his call. She seemed to have fallen into a deep sleep.

Someone was pulling him from behind. Furuya Rei had no idea how out of control he was. He only remembered struggling furiously, trying to break free, trying to get back into the building now completely engulfed in flames.

"Olga!"

He shouted with bloodshot eyes, toward the small window, toward the silhouette,

"Come down and follow me back!"

The shadow seemed to move. Very slightly. It seemed to move only slightly in the twisting and distorting flames.

Furuya Rei couldn't see clearly, the intense firelight blurring his vision. He only focused on shouting. No more racking his brains for calculations. He only had time to express his inner thoughts:

"Be obedient and trust me one last time."

He felt something warm trickle down the corner of his eye. His voice grew hoarse. The gazes of those around him seemed to turn to shock.

Did he cry?

Maybe.

He doesn't remember.

Fūya Ling only remembered that he raised his head, looked at the window, looked at the shadow, and opened his arms in that direction.

"Olga. From now on, I will always be by your side. Whether it's ten years, twenty years, or a lifetime... I will wait for you! So now—"

How despicable, Rei Furuya. He could lie so calmly, even fooling himself.

"Come home with me."

It seemed as if something fell into the corner of his eye again.

Is he crying?

no.

Is it raining?

no.

Fūya Ling saw the figure in front of the window. She slightly peeked out her green eyes, which were filled with something at the moment.

It was she who cried.

It was the first time Rei Furuya had seen Olga cry like this. Quietly, aimlessly, without any image.

"Come down, Olya. I'll catch you."

He heard his own voice. It didn't even sound like his own voice. How could it be so soft?

In the scorching flames that suddenly rushed out of the window along with the air flow, she was pushed by the fire, lost her balance, and fell out of the window.

Fūya Rei caught her and hugged her tightly, as if she were the most precious treasure in the world. He was completely unaware that his arm was aching from the sudden impact of the fall.

*

Olga was dreaming again. This was rare.

She seemed to have returned to her childhood again, before she met that man, when she was at her most powerless.

“Snap—”

A sharp pain shot through her cheek. Then came a burning sensation and swelling. She knew the extent of her beating without even looking in the mirror.

She raised her head and looked at the man in front of her with her mechanical, unwavering green eyes. He had red hair, thin cheeks, and a tall stature. This was her,

Father.

In a biological sense.

"Champagne, that's enough." A female voice came from the side, a little hoarse, as if she was reluctant and trying to stop the man, "Alsace has already realized his mistake."

It's Vermouth. Hypocritical.

"What's that look in your eyes!?"

Suddenly, Champagne met her gaze.

“Snap—”

Another slap landed on her other cheek.

"You disappoint me so much, Arthas!"

She could feel the taste of blood in her mouth. She lowered her eyes, no longer looking at the champagne.

Then, she was pulled by her hair and thrown into a pitch-black solitary confinement cell, with no light, no sound, and no food.

She didn't know how long it had been, but when she was about to faint from hunger, the door opened and a blinding light shone in from outside.

"Don't make him angry next time."

Someone picked her up and took her out of the confinement room.

Vermouth again. The hypocritical fellow. She knew that Vermouth was also afraid of that man. Respectful, but also fearful.

*

Her name is Arthas. She's a product of a laboratory. She knew it from a very young age.

Champagne was her biological father. Since the experiment was being conducted in the service of the Boss, it was only natural that the test subject would also have some of the Boss's genes.

In fact, she didn't have a name until she was two years old. It wasn't until Vermouth casually opened a bottle of Alsace wine and saw her sitting there that she remembered to give her a name.

Vermouth, her biological aunt.

She didn't like her name at all. Alsace.

*

That was when she was eight years old. Vermouth would occasionally take her on missions for the organization, usually murder and arson.

In fact, she spent more time with Vermouth than with Champagne every day.

"Arthas, have you remembered everything I taught you?"

Vermouth's voice came from above. She looked up at the beautiful, golden-haired woman. She nodded, but her emerald eyes were empty.

She followed Vermouth's instructions, pretending to be a poor lost child. Then, she lured the kindhearted target of the mission to send her back to her "home."

The target fell. Vermouth injected him with an injection from behind. He instantly collapsed to the ground, a man so strong, yet completely unconscious.

She stared at the man lying on the ground for a few seconds. Then, her emerald eyes slowly turned and fixed their gaze on Vermouth.

"Why don't you just give him the medicine? Is it because it won't work if you give it directly?"

She looked at Vermouth's busy back and pretended to be ignorant. She knew Vermouth would answer her.

Sure enough, she heard Vermouth's voice. In the tone of someone speaking to a child, she spoke something that the child shouldn't know:

"Of course it works if you take it directly, and it's even better than an injection. But,"

Vermouth lifted her hair and turned back with a confident smile on her face, as if she really wanted to teach her.

"It's more convenient to inject directly, Arthas. Rather than tricking him into taking the medicine."

Oh. Got it.

She turned her green eyes back and stared at the man lying on the ground, unconscious.

This medicine is also effective if taken directly, and may even be more effective.

It's that easy to get information from Vermouth.

The busy Vermouth did not see it, nor would she have thought that she secretly hid a potion in her pocket and took it back to her "home".

*

Then she served Champagne a coffee, not forgetting a latte for his wife and juice for his son.

As the sole heir to a large conglomerate, Champagne naturally needs to marry a wife of equal status and produce another heir. This is nothing strange.

Of course, serving tea and water was usually done by the servants, but when she offered to do it for her, the new servant didn't object.

So she stood by the window, in the early morning sunshine, and watched from afar the three people at the dining table fall down one after another.

Vermouth's medicine is pretty effective.

She tried to tug at the corner of her mouth, but accidentally pulled the wound on her cheek. Then, she stopped making any expression.

She took a long, narrow, sharp ceramic knife from the kitchen, then returned to the dining room and locked the door.

She assessed the situation and decided to practice with the youngest one first. She walked towards her beloved brother.

In truth, she didn't like her brother at all. There was no reason for it, she just didn't like him. So many times, she'd killed his puppies and strangled the kittens he brought home. And then, she'd delight in the sad, terrified look on his face.

This was one of the rare times when Champagne didn't criticize her, and he even gave her some praise. Instead, he would criticize his brother for being too weak.

In fact, she knew that her brother was also afraid of champagne.

The white tip of the knife sank into the child's chest. With just a little effort, the child's white home clothes were quickly stained bright red.

But she encountered some resistance. The tip of the knife seemed to be blocked by something hard, unable to move further.

Is it the ribs?

I don't know what happened, but my brother suddenly opened his eyes. Those green eyes were filled with pain and fear. He almost burst into tears immediately.

So she made a quick decision, used one hand to cover his mouth and nose tightly.

The strength advantage brought by the age gap was evident at this time. The younger brother couldn't break free, nor could he make a sound.

So she used her left hand to stir the kitchen knife, found the gap between the ribs, and then pressed down with all her strength.

This time, blood gushed out and splashed on her face. It was a sticky and warm touch.

It's a little bit difficult.

She saw her brother's eyes wide open, and it seemed that his bloodshot eyes were about to fall out of their sockets.

She took some effort to pull out the bloody ceramic kitchen knife and walked towards the woman.

Even if you use a knife to poke a super thick piece of pork, it takes a lot of strength, let alone a living person.

So she changed her method and cut the woman's neck with a single knife.

Well, this method wasn't easy. She couldn't pull off those cool, crisp knife moves she'd seen on TV. The knife seemed dull in her hands. It took a lot of effort, almost a sawing motion, to slit the woman's throat.

The woman was a young lady from a wealthy family. Of course, she wasn't innocent. She was fully aware of Champagne's crimes.

These families all have their own troubles. Killing a few people, reselling some arms, it's no big deal.

Then she came to Champagne.

She looked down at the man with drooping eyelids for a long time before she squatted down and raised the knife.

She didn't stab him directly in the fatal spot. She just cut open his chest and abdomen first. She had always been curious about the internal structure of the human body.

She felt the warm blood on her fingertips and vaguely saw something called an internal organ through the small wound.

But her knife skills are really bad.

Just as she put the knife aside, grabbed both sides of the cut with her hands and tore it hard, Champagne woke up.

After a moment of confusion, his eyes immediately turned into the one she was most familiar with: anger.

So she slowly took out another syringe from her pocket.

She didn't inject Champagne with too much medicine. He was awake from beginning to end. He could clearly feel his abdomen being cut open by the cold blade, inch by inch.

The little devil reached in and pulled out one of his internal organs. He even held it before his eyes and studied it carefully for a long time.

He was conscious from beginning to end. Yet, he could only watch as she dissected him, inch by inch, piece by piece. He could only glare at her fiercely until his pupils became dilated.

Look. She threw the organ back into the abdominal cavity, which was already turning cold. Her technique was indeed not up to par. How could she die so quickly?

She stood up and walked aimlessly in the restaurant, wondering whether to wash her hands first, or...

Then, she passed by a mirror.

The image in the mirror caught her attention and made her pause.

She looked into the mirror. The monster in the mirror looked back at her with its emerald eyes.

She saw the mirrored figure smiling. Silently, excitedly. So she smiled too. She raised her hand and smeared the blood from her fingertips on the mirror, leaving a long trail, a permanent smile on the monster in the mirror. Then, she washed her hands. Slowly, she picked up Champagne's phone, sat down beside the blood-soaked massacre scene, picked up a piece of bread from the dining table, and tore off the edge.

The call was connected.

"Auntie," she said in that innocent, sweet tone, as if she was acting like a spoiled child, "I seem to be in trouble. Can you come over here for a moment?"

The phone ended. She hummed a light, cheerful song, basking in the warm sunlight streaming through the floor-to-ceiling windows. It was as if there weren't any disgusting pieces of broken limbs nearby, and the room never stank of rust.

*

Vermouth arrived quickly.

She was so frightened that she even covered her mouth several times, as if she was about to vomit.

When Vermouth's facial muscles trembled and she turned stiffly to look at her, she smiled at Vermouth, a sunny and pure smile.

Vermouth went to make a phone call. Her hands were shaking uncontrollably, and she dropped the phone several times.

She knew who Vermouth was calling. She didn't care. Or perhaps, she felt confident.

Not long after, Vermouth came back.

Vermouth took her away from the villa. The villa was ablaze with flames, and even at noon, it looked extremely gorgeous.

She looked at the flames in fascination, and her good mood continued.

From then on, she was the new champagne.

*

Olga woke up from her sleep and she didn't know why she was dreaming about the past again. It was so boring.

She sat in a small room in the detention center, handcuffed and wearing an orange prison uniform.

Fortunately, she was treated to a single room.

At this moment, footsteps were heard outside the door. The guard said to her through the small window with iron bars:

"Your lawyer is here."

lawyer?

She never invited him.

*

Ten minutes ago, Rei Furuya finished his conversation with his lawyer.

He stood up and extended a hand towards the lawyers sitting across the table in a 3:7 split position.

"Well, it's a pleasure working with you, Attorney Kumimoto."

Kensuke Komikado also stood up, and with a smile on his face, he shook Furuya Rei's hand under the glare of his beautiful assistant behind him.

“It’s a pleasure to work with you!”

Kensuke Kumemon left, saying he was leaving immediately for the detention center to meet his "client." Rei Furuya remained standing, staring at the closed door, once again recalling the events of a few days ago.

At that time, he had just finished his undercover mission and started going back to the police station to work on time.

Then, his father, Masaaki Furuya, appeared.

*

Fūya Masaaki's facial features don't resemble Fūya Rei's, but their skin tones are darker. Although his hair has turned gray and he's gained weight, one can still vaguely tell that he was also a handsome man in his youth.

In reality, Rei Furuya wasn't very familiar with him. This wasn't out of spite; it was genuine. As far as they could remember, their meetings had been few and far between.

"What do you want from me, father?"

Fūya Masaaki didn't seem to take Rei's blunt words seriously. He still had his hands behind his back, a smile on his face, and a calm demeanor. A typical politician.

"I passed by the police station and came to see you."

"If it's all right—"

Just as Furuya Rei was about to turn around and leave, Furuya Zhengzhao's slow voice came from behind him:

"You did well this time, Zero. Once this incident is over, you will be promoted. Your father would like to congratulate you in advance."

Furuya Rei's brows furrowed slightly - the main members of the organization had not yet been prosecuted, and it was still a long way from being over. Why did he sound as if the matter was settled?

Then, Furuya Rei thought of something, another possibility.

But before he could even ask, Furuya Masaaki had already skipped the topic, clearly not intending to discuss it further. He then turned to Furuya Rei with a smile, "What have you thought about the thing I mentioned earlier? Is there anyone you like?"

Speaking of this, Furuya Rei wrinkled his nose slightly.

But without even needing a response from Rei Furuya, Masaaki Furuya continued to speak on his own as if the atmosphere was quite harmonious:

"Zero, your appearance means you can't get involved in politics. You can only work behind the scenes like public security."

This is the limitation of mixed-race people in Japan. It is difficult for the public to accept that their officials, cabinet ministers, members of parliament, etc., have foreign-like appearances.

Apparently, Furuya Masaaki also took this into consideration.

"Marrying a woman from your country will not only enhance your political capital, but your children will also have Asian appearance and can enter politics in the future."

Yes, Furuya Masaaki is pushing for marriage. Of course, it's for political purposes.

A few days ago, not long after Rei Furuya had concluded his undercover mission, Masaaki Furuya had been trying to match him up with some girls of marriageable age from well-connected families. This was natural; the Furuya family was a well-established clan, so their marriage choices couldn't be made lightly.

But Rei Furuya really dislikes it, even to the point of disgust.

So, he almost mercilessly exposed Furuya Masaaki's little thoughts to his face:

"What? Are you angry with your brother again?"

Rei Furuya is the illegitimate son of Masaaki Furuya and a foreign woman. Furuya has his own family, and his wife is from a well-matched, aristocratic family. They already have a child.

But unfortunately, this child did not inherit the cunningness of Masaaki Fūtani.

Fūya Masaaki arranged for him to be a city councilor, but he had no talent for politics and couldn't even be a city councilor.

As a public security officer, it was easy for Rei Furuya to gather this information – his older brother, though not very intelligent, liked to make public statements. Not only was he frequently the target of protests, but his public reputation was also incredibly negative.

It was clear that Furuya Masaaki had completely lost hope in his own successor. Coincidentally, he discovered that his other son, whom he hadn't expected to succeed since childhood, was actually doing well and even making great contributions. So, he set his sights on Furuya Rei.

Even though his secret was pointed out by Rei Furuya, Masaaki Furuya was not angry at all, and he still had that easygoing and smiling face. Then, in that easygoing tone, he said something that made Rei Furuya alert immediately. He said:

"You're not interested in a marriage because you already have someone in mind, right?"

Fūya Rei looked at Fūya Masaaki cautiously, sizing him up.

But nothing could be seen. Furuya Masaaki was the typical, cunning politician. Usually, this type of person was one of the most troublesome for the police.

Under the vigilant and surprised gaze of Rei Furuya, Masaaki Furuya simply waved his hand and said:

"I guessed all this after reading the paperwork you submitted to the police department. Now, judging by your expression, I think I guessed it right."

This old fox was just cheating him!

Fūya Rei gritted his teeth, his expression finally less cold and calm than before. Of course, it only betrayed a hint of suspicion.

However, Fūya Masaaki chuckled, and when he looked at Fūya Rei, there was obvious relief and appreciation in his eyes!

He even patted Furuya Rei's shoulder:

"The path you chose is quite smart."

Amidst the flash of confusion in Furuya Rei's eyes, Furuya Masaaki continued to speak to himself:

"Although that little girl is a complete foreigner, she is the only heir to the Karasuma family after all. If you can really capture her, that's fine. She will be of great help to you."

Now, Furuya Rei finally realized what Furuya Zhengxiang was talking about. Then,

He got even angrier!

Even her breathing quickened involuntarily, and then she slowly calmed down again under his control.

Rei Furuya had never thought of this. He had never, ever! Never thought of using Olga like this. Even though he had already used Olga ruthlessly in order to complete his undercover mission in the organization...

It was obvious that Masaaki Fūdani was overthinking it.

But Rei Furuya realized that after this... perhaps many people would see him in this way. Just like Masaaki Furuya, no matter what happened between him and Olga, they would think it was his "clever" decision and exploitation!

That is, repeated exploitation and deception.

But he didn't!

"You shouldn't have read that report."

Perhaps out of anger, Rei Furuya regretted his words the moment he said them. Furuya Masaaki wouldn't be taken in by such petty nitpicking.

As expected, he immediately heard Furuya Masaaki say in that matter-of-fact tone:

"A lot of people saw it who shouldn't have."

Yes. The detailed report that Rei Furuya submitted to the National Police Agency regarding his time as an undercover agent must have been seen by many people.

Yes. Furuya Rei recalled what Furuya Masaaki had just said—whether it was Furuya Masaaki's remarks about taking down Olga being helpful in his future, or anything else. They all seemed to point to one thing—the Karasuma family would not be liquidated.

Then, Furuya Rei's eyes finally sharpened. He frowned and lowered his voice:

"What on earth are you doing?"

He asked Furuya Masaaki this. The "you" he referred to were naturally the top government officials, the cabinet, the parliament, and people like Furuya Masaaki.

Rei Furuya had a bad feeling.

Then, the bad premonition came true.

He heard Furuya Masaaki say in that nonchalant tone:

"The Prime Minister's target has always been former Prime Minister Ooka. As for the Karasuma family—"

He looked at Furuya Rei with a slightly sharper look, as if he wanted to teach him something deeper:

"As long as they turn around and cut their losses in time, the Prime Minister doesn't want to be their enemy."

Furuya Masaaki only gave a brief hint, but Furuya Rei already understood.

But the more I understand, the more disappointed I feel.

The current Prime Minister's goal is to use the organization as an excuse to get rid of former Prime Minister Ooka, who has retired behind the scenes but is still involved in politics.

The Karasuma family is a long-established zaibatsu. Even though they've long since moved westward, they still hold considerable influence in Japan. Whether in politics or business, or in the underworld, their foundation lies there.

Although no one from the Karasuma family openly participated in politics, they still had the ability to interfere. It was obvious that before and until now, the Karasuma family had always stood on the side of former Prime Minister Ooka.

So, after fighting the organization for so long and sacrificing so many lives, they were ultimately just increasing their leverage with the Prime Minister. Leverage that would turn the Karasuma clan around, and completely deprive former Prime Minister Ooka of power.

If we confront the Karasuma clan head-on, even if we win, we will not be able to integrate and devour all of the Karasuma clan's power; the greater possibility is that both sides will suffer losses.

From the perspective of maximizing interests and being the most realistic and feasible, it would be wisest to use these evidences that are unfavorable to the Karasuma family to warn them, weaken them a little, and then completely win them over to your side and turn them into your helpers.

Just like a complex and lengthy string of code, as long as it still works, don't touch it easily.

Of course, they couldn't make things too ugly on the surface. Therefore, the Karasuma family was bound to suffer some losses and shocks, and be subject to more restrictions on their freedom.

Furuya Masaaki had already left, leaving only Furuya Rei standing there, in the empty and cold reception room.

He lowered his eyes, but his hands at his sides slowly, slowly clenched.

Something broke.

But something new is rising. Something called ambition.

*

Yes, Rei Furuya already knew that nothing serious would happen to Olga.

He even told her that he would wait even if it took ten years, twenty years, or a lifetime.

Of course he would wait, if that ever happened.

But that won't happen. She won't be acquitted, but she won't get a harsh sentence either.

Therefore, a good lawyer is very necessary.

Kensuke Komikado is a lawyer who causes countless prosecutors headaches. He uses any means necessary to win cases, and his current win rate is 100%.

*

Olga met her "lawyer" in the visiting room, separated by a glass wall, wearing prison uniform and shackles.

She saw the lawyer's eyes light up the moment he saw her. In contrast, the beautiful assistant standing behind him had an indignant look on her face.

The lawyer was quite talkative. He introduced himself as Kensuke Kumimon and said his lawsuit success rate was 100%.

Olga tilted her head and listened to him quietly. She seemed to know who had hired this lawyer.

Kensuke Kumimon was indeed famous. He was also quite eloquent. He liked to raise his index finger and twirl it slightly while he spoke.

Kensuke Komiemon told Olga that the prosecutors hadn't charged her with any particularly serious crimes. Furthermore, the evidence presented by the police wasn't conclusive, so given Olga's age and experience, it would be easy for her to escape conviction.

"Yeah."

Olga tilted her head slightly and looked at him with her emerald eyes. There was no trust, no distrust. But Kensuke Kumemon's eyes lit up again:

"Besides, you seem to have an advantage in appearance. Even if you don't say anything, the referees and judges will be biased towards you!"

He practically declared, "We're going to win!"

*

Soon the day of the trial arrived. Olga, still wearing her orange prison uniform and shackles, stood in the defendant's seat, escorted by two guards.

She hadn't actually been in the detention center for very long. Of course, she hadn't counted the time. Being held in that small, uncomfortable cell, it's easy to lose track of time.

Compared to Kensuke Kumemon who looked determined to win, Olga couldn't even muster up the energy.

Her eyes swept across the audience. The Kudo family, Shirley, the Akai family, the FBI—all were there. Only one person was missing.

Olga looked away, lowered her eyes, and then fell silent.

She didn't bother to act out the performance Kumimon Kensuke had taught her, not even bothering to make any facial expressions. Even when the prosecutor questioned her, even when the judge spoke, she remained silent, her eyes lowered. She stood there, as quiet as a porcelain doll.

But Kensuke Kumimon was a lawyer with a 100% success rate. Even with Olga's uncooperative nature, he was able to spin black into white, clearly confusing right and wrong, leaving the prosecutor speechless.

In Kensuke Kumemon's version, Olga became a poor little girl who was deeply tortured by criminal organizations since childhood.

He kept talking nonsense like this, and at the end, some of the referees even cried. They began to sympathize with her.

That's really interesting, isn't it?

But Olga felt nothing. Even the emotion of fun was a luxury for her.

She began to lose focus. She didn't know how much time had passed until the judge made his ruling:

"It is hereby adjudged that the accused—Olga Alsace Chris—

Murder—not guilty!

Organizing murder—not guilty!

Explosives crime—not guilty!

Arson—not guilty!

Kidnapping and illegal detention - not guilty!

Illegal possession of firearms - not guilty!

..."

As the judge announced each not guilty verdict, Olga could hear Kensuke Kumemon's small cheers, as well as the continuous indignation from the audience. Until—

"Convicted of murder—"

Everyone except Olga almost held their breath.

The judge declared,

"guilty!"

Now, she heard a sigh of relief from the audience.

But unfortunately, this feeling of relief soon faded. The judge looked at Olga with a sympathetic gaze and continued:

"For this charge, you are sentenced to one year and three months in prison – one year suspended."

How is this different from an acquittal?

There is no difference.

Olga heard that the crowd in the audience exploded almost instantly, causing the judge to bang the gavel several times.

Olga changed into her own clothes, clean clothes that had been specially delivered. Then the guards uncuffed her. She grabbed her confiscated personal belongings, which weren't many, and walked out of the courthouse.

In the seemingly sacred and solemn hall of the court, she encountered the gathered members of the Red Team. She saw Sera Masumi, who angrily tried to rush towards her but was pulled away by the bailiff, and the pairs of angry eyes beside him.

Except for Shirley. After all, they share half the same genes. Thanks to Elena Miyano, who was keen to serve as a guinea pig herself.

Olga finally smiled, facing those angry eyes.

In this incident, the more core figures in the organization, the lighter the sentences they received, such as Olga and Vermouth - she was only sentenced to more than three years in prison.

Aside from the head of the Ooka family, only a few low-ranking figures received the death penalty. Chianti and Colón, who could be discarded, received only decades in prison. This seemed to be the decision of the current Prime Minister.

Olga did not stop and walked out of the court. After more than half a month, she stood in the sun again and breathed the fresh air.

But these could not maintain her good mood until she saw the white car parked under the shade of a tree not far away.

She walked over and knocked on the car window.

The car window slowly rolled down, revealing a face she knew all too well. At that moment, it was looking intently at her with a gentle smile.

Olga bent down, tilted her head, and smiled:

"Are you sure you want to bring a criminal back with you, Officer Furuya?"