Chapter 31 Chapter 31 Paste

“—Let’s get started.”

There was uncontrollable excitement in her tone.

Following Olga's order, the lower-level members of the organization who had been waiting here for a long time released their control over the more than 30 "little mice".

In a split second, they stumbled and scattered into the dense forest. These people, so exhausted not long ago, unleashed their immense potential at this critical juncture of life and death.

Mizunashi Rena could see that there was still a glimmer of hope in their slightly cloudy eyes. Because Olga said to them:

"Run as fast as you can. If you're not caught before sunset, you'll be free."

*

"Then your hunt begins."

Olga's mouth curled up in a vicious arc.

Yamato Moroboshi and Rena Mizunashi silently picked up the rifle and magazine, and with heavy steps, they used their tracking ability to start hunting the prey called "humans" in the dense forest.

"...Is this too ostentatious?"

Before leaving, Rena Mizunashi tried to look back and make a final struggle.

There were more than 30 Mukura Sharks all of a sudden... This was not in line with the organization's usual style of secrecy. Mizunashi Rena tried to use this reason to convince Olga.

At that time, Olga was sitting on the metal table with her legs crossed, one hand on the table and the other hand casually supporting her chin.

"Oh?" She looked at Mizunashi Rena with a meaningful look, the smile on her lips widening. "Are you—questioning Champagne's approach?"

Mizuno Rena's lips moved, but she ultimately turned away silently: "...I understand."

"Keep going!" Olga's enthusiastic voice came from behind him. "Remember, this is a competition!"

Contest.

From an angle that Olga couldn't see, Rena Mizunashi curled the corners of her mouth sarcastically.

A shark hunting competition in which she and Dai Moroboshi participated.

She had imagined what kind of tests the organization would put her through, even the possibility that they would force her to kill people. The CIA had already devised a plan and countermeasures. But...

She had to take part in this hunt. She couldn't discuss the plan with the CIA in advance, nor how to gain the organization's trust while preserving the lives of these innocent people.

Mizunashi Rena knew that if she didn't take action today, or even if she didn't hunt enough "prey," the organization would definitely become suspicious of her. Not only would she be silenced, but her undercover mission would also fail completely.

*

How evil can people be?

By the end, Mizunashi Rena had become numb. She simply kept aiming and pulling the trigger. She watched the target through the scope fall bloodied and finally buried in the overgrown dry grass.

Rena Mizunoshi could hear gunfire not far away, the frequency of which was not much faster than hers.

It seemed that what the man said about his average shooting skills was probably true. Mizunashi Rena's exhausted spirit was radiating freely.

She didn't notice that, perhaps out of some unspeakable tacit understanding, she and the newcomer named "Zhu Xingdai" chose to avoid each other almost at the same time.

Don't you want to be observed?

Mizunashi Reina smiled bitterly. Yeah, whether it was Moroboshi Dai or Arthas who saw her so distraught, they would definitely become suspicious of her.

Rena Mizunashi did not count her "hunts", she just mechanically tracked and opened the wooden warehouse, as if the people who fell in front of her wooden warehouse were just targets used in training.

When the sky was dyed blood red by the setting sun, her confused mind was suddenly awakened by a series of explosions that sounded one after another.

This is--

Mizunashi Rena ran towards the nearest source of the sound almost reflexively.

Then, she saw a scene that she would never forget in her life - the corpse with its head blown to pieces and its outline no longer recognizable, lying in a pool of blood.

Rena Mizunashi could barely identify the man by his clothes. It was the CIA contact who had been missing for nearly three months. He was supposed to meet her father. His little daughter... was still waiting for him at home.

They planted a bomb in the collar!

Mizunashi Rena felt a wave of physical nausea. She held onto the rough tree trunk beside her, unaware of the scratches and bleeding on her palms. She covered her mouth with her hands and doubled over in pain.

However, the bloody and disgusting scene kept flashing before her eyes, constantly irritating her nerves.

They had installed small bombs in the collars worn by these people. Mizunashi Rena had never been more aware of the evil of the organization than at this moment.

Yes, there was no way they would let these guys leave alive. Olga's promise was invalid from the beginning.

No, not just them.

Despite the churning feeling in her stomach, Rena Mizunoshi began to grope among her clothes.

It wasn't just these people who had already been decided upon by the organization for execution. She thought that she and Zhu Xingdai were probably also carrying similar items. Once the organization became suspicious of them, these little things would come into play.

Mizuno Rena discovered small tracking devices on her sleeves, the corners of her clothes, and her collar. She knew that the organization must have placed more than these on her, but she just hadn't found them yet.

Her back was already soaked with cold sweat.

When…when did they put these on her?!

*

"Oh, you look so embarrassed, Miss 007." Olga's voice sounded from above.

Mizunashi Rena tried her best to control her expression, avoiding eye contact with Olga, and propped herself up and stood up from the ground.

"Is this your first time killing a human?" Olga asked inquiringly.

Mizuno Reina twitched her lips, but she couldn't manage to look relaxed. So, she could only lower her eyes and say, "Yes."

She heard Olga's soft laughter. She didn't understand what she was laughing about. Someone had died.

*

Although Mizunashi Rena had tried her best to avoid eye contact with Olga, Olga still saw it in her eyes - that kind of tangible anger.

Are you angry?

Olga stood beside the guy whose head was blown off and admired his death again.

She felt like... she had seen him somewhere before. A similar look to that of Miss 007.

In comparison, Zhu Xingdai's performance was much better. Ignoring the fact that he kept knocking cigarettes out of the cigarette box and had to put them back in for Olga's sake, he behaved almost like any other cold-blooded shark.

Oh, it seems I underestimated Moroboshi Dai's acting skills. No, perhaps it would be more appropriate to say it's his endurance. Olga thought so.

But—Olga turned her head slightly and looked at Moroboshi Dai, who had been carrying Mukura on his back and following him silently. Her eyes finally stopped at his hand.

However, if he was really not as good at using the wooden warehouse as he appeared, then he would just be a useless person who had practiced hard for many years but achieved nothing.

Those hands don't look like they are not good at using a wooden barrel.

At least, the number of "rats" he hunted by sharks should not be less than that of Rena Mizunashi.

*

The whole journey was silent as the sun set. Rena Mizunashi and Dai Moroboshi looked even quieter than before, while Olga squinted her eyes and watched the setting sun divide the world into the monotonous colors of red and black.

Speaking of which, apart from the two guys behind him, Zhu Fujingguang is also very dishonest.

The organization installed locators on everyone equally; Rena Mizunoshi had one, and so did Keimitsu Morobushi. Olga let him rest in the car at the foot of the mountain, but she kept tabs on his movements.

He had left the car early in the morning and tried to investigate the surroundings, but perhaps out of caution, he never dared to leave the car too far, so he didn't find out what had happened on the mountain.

But... I think he heard the last series of explosions.

Tsk, I need to find a way to get away with this, Olga thought. Also, I need to get someone to clean up the mountain quickly.

As for Rena Mizunashi and Dai Moroboshi?

Olga raised the corners of her lips. She believed that they would not say a word to anyone.

*

On the way back to San Diego, Zhu Fujingguang continued to act as a driver.

He looked at Rena Mizunoshi and Dai Moroboshi, who were covered in mud and looked tired. He probably wanted to ask something, but he couldn't find the opportunity to speak.

And Olga...

Zhu Fujingguang glanced at the co-pilot seat casually.

The golden-red afterglow of the setting sun shone through the glass onto her fair face, making her look like an unreal, exquisite doll.

She fell asleep and looked very tired.

No conversation along the way.

*

"How is it?" After returning home, Vermouth was sitting on the sofa with an unlit ladies' cigarette between her fingertips.

Olga didn't say anything, just shrugged, then walked up the stairs to her bathroom on the third floor, intending to take a shower first.

Vermouth looked curiously at the three newcomers following Olga.

Morobushi Kagemitsu was in pretty good condition, except for the dark circles under his eyes. As for Moroboshi Yamato and Mizunashi Rena—

Tsk. Vermouth raised an eyebrow. She was curious about how Olga had made these two people like this.

The three newlyweds returned to their rooms, and none of them mentioned dinner. Of course, Amuro Toru, who was busy in the kitchen at the moment, couldn't possibly prepare dinner for them, not even for Vermouth.

Vermouth complained about Bourbon in her heart for a while, then went to pick up the takeout when the doorbell rang. She and Bourbon had already eaten out, but the organization couldn't possibly not provide food for the three newcomers, right?

Afterwards, despite their different moods, the three newcomers still had to go to the restaurant for dinner. This was the takeaway that Vermouth had personally ordered for them using the organization's funds, so they had to eat even if they had no appetite.

*

Although she didn't show it on her face, Mizunashi Rena was feeling incredibly heavy. After what had happened that day, how could she have any appetite now? She was even feeling nauseous.

And I don't know if Vermouth did it on purpose.

Rena Mizunashi secretly glanced at Vermouth and was then caught by her.

"Ah," the woman, lazily leaning back in her chair, looked at her with a light-hearted look, "Is it not to your liking?"

Mizuno Reina curled her lips: "No."

Vermouth raised her eyebrows, not knowing whether she believed it or not.

Rena Mizunashi looked at the plate in front of her, picked up the red and white paste of Indian food with a spoon, and swallowed it without chewing.

The appearance of this food... always reminds her of the tragic scene she witnessed in the afternoon.