Chapter 138

A jealous loyal dog

Therefore, you really can't lie down casually while traveling by car; no one knows whether an accident or tomorrow will come first.

Fuyuki lay sadly in Namazuo Toushirou's arms, her head still throbbing with pain.

She was caught off guard when she fell, and the sudden braking caused her body to slam solidly onto the ground below.

There was the sound of someone constantly banging on the window, and all around was the sound of horns, angry shouts, and cries, all mixed together in an indistinguishable order.

The group of robbers started blocking people's way right on the street, seemingly unafraid that the police would come knocking on their door immediately.

"Let's go down first." Dongshu rubbed his head, not wanting to cause any more trouble.

If our own knives were to take action in broad daylight, it would be no different from handing over intelligence to someone with ulterior motives.

"Be careful." Ichigo Hitofuri gave a few words of advice before getting out of the car and opening the back door.

"What are you doing? Stop dawdling! Put your hands behind your head and squat down!" A menacing-looking man pointed a gun at the three people who had just gotten out of the car.

The combination of a young man, a teenager, and a child is really not interesting.

Dongshu was held in someone's arms and made to squat down as instructed. She covered her head and quietly surveyed her surroundings.

The surrounding cars were all blocked, but strangely, although these robbers were all carrying guns, no one was injured or killed. At most, some car windows were broken by bullets.

...Who's putting on an act?

Were they after her? No.

Fuyuki blinked, realizing that she hadn't yet fully appeared in the public eye.

As for intelligence work, she believed her subordinates were doing a good job and wouldn't be detected so easily.

“A member with a liquor name and code name.” Ichigo Hitofuri reacted faster than her and whispered, “3 o’clock.”

"Huh?" Dongshu was confused. Her head was spinning, and her vision blurred again.

Wait a minute, when was a hijacking mission ever issued for this area?

She pretended to be scared and hid even closer to Namazuo Toushirou, then changed the direction of her gaze.

He blinked hard with his dark eyes, and the blur before his eyes slowly faded. Sure enough, he saw a person wearing a hat and looking wary carefully hiding something in his clothes.

Are you trying to steal something?

Is it a USB drive, data, or some rare treasure?

Well, there are just too many tasks in the organization, and apart from the ones she usually focuses on, she really can't remember the details right now.

The person who openly hijacked the vehicle with a weapon was clearly not Ichigo Hitofuri. The so-called member with the alcohol name code name could not possibly be so stupid as to be in that position.

Lower-level members are treated no differently than expendable resources within an organization.

Neither their combat strength nor their intelligence reveals their value; their only usefulness lies in serving as cannon fodder and cleaning up the mess.

But they themselves are blind to this, and under the various temptations of the organization, they willingly risk their lives.

What a bunch of idiots.

Moreover, the codenamed member assigned to this mission is probably not very bright.

To come up with such a combat method, one must either be completely indifferent to the lives of these low-ranking members, or be inherently stupid.

Dongshu rubbed his head; the area was swollen, indicating the force of rolling off the car seat.

"It hurts so much..." she muttered, but only when Namazuo Toushirou gently blew on it did it slightly relieve the pain.

She longed to go back... There were plenty of medicines at home, so treating minor bumps and bruises was no big deal, but now, because of some unknown idiot, she was forced to stay here, enduring the pain.

The abrasions on her arms continued to sting from the air, so she could only try to lift her hand and place it on Namazuo Toushirou's shoulder to avoid friction with the fabric.

Ichigo Hitofuri, along with Namazuo Toushirou, warily protected her.

The group huddled together beside the car, looking terrified but not threatening. The robbers' attention wasn't on them anyway, so they could finally catch their breath.

Dongshu stared absently at the so-called target, when suddenly he saw a man in a hoodie quietly approach the target and say something that instantly made the target lower his guard.

This person... seems familiar...

She silently released her spiritual power to approach the man, and when she saw his face clearly, she realized that it matched the face in the intelligence report.

It's Scotland.

Like Bourbon, he was also an undercover agent who infiltrated the organization and is a character with a name in the timeline.

He was clearly getting closer to the target, so it's highly likely that he received the mission.

It looks like an intelligence-gathering mission, so why was it assigned to a sniper?

As a rare sniper in the organization, a good one should be standing on the rooftop all day with his gun, aiming at the target's head.

Such subtle intelligence gathering should be the responsibility of the intelligence group.

Even if he were to undertake such a mission, the most likely method would be for a partner or subordinate to infiltrate while he himself stands at a high vantage point, ready to silence them. Such a high-profile approach...

Considering his undercover identity, it's either to establish a ruthless persona, or he wants to hand these useless guys over to the police...

She thought about it.

Or perhaps, both.

But isn't it a bit...too obvious?

What is Scotland's image within the organization? A smiling tiger who seems gentle, willing to lend a helping hand to tender things like children, but never hesitant to kill enemies.

Under the moon, which seemed to be stained with blood, the cat-eyed man's face was covered in blood, a perfect blend of gentleness and indifference. His eyes revealed no emotion. He frowned and said, "Bloodstains are hard to wash off. Troublesome."

The gradually cooling corpse at his feet was less important to him than a shirt that had been accidentally stained with a drop of blood.

He was a member of a very successful dark organization.

Thus, he instantly went from being an peripheral member to one of the core members with a code name.

That ambiguous appearance, neither quite rabbit nor wolf, left a deep impression on the examiners when this guy passed the code name member assessment.

Fuyuki still remembers that photo; it was sent to her by the examiner.

His excellent sniping and close-combat skills, coupled with his competent planning abilities, are enough to secure him a place in the organization.

However, can this status, earned through hard work, be maintained...?

Fuyuki looked away and pursed her lips. How could she not be able to maintain it? She would have to take matters into her own hands next.

All these guys need to do is meet the bottom line of the mission, and she will quietly hand over all the opportunities to them.

Like tiny ants, they silently infiltrated and gradually gnawed away at the behemoth that was the Black Organization.

However, this mission was handled very carelessly.

Having subordinates openly hijack vehicles to approach targets and extract information... even the lowest-ranking peripheral members wouldn't think of doing that, right?

After a long while, the police finally arrived and began to control the situation at the scene.

The robbers deflated instantly, like punctured balloons.

Sitting in the police station, Fuyuki felt the policewoman's meticulous care and concern, and gave her a sweet and vulnerable smile, which instantly earned her an even more affectionate look...

He is a good person.

"Brother, can we go now?" Fuyuki's eyes lit up. After running a few steps, she timidly grabbed the hem of Ichigo Hitofuri's clothes after he finished giving his statement. "I want to go home."

Ichigo Hitofuri glanced sheepishly at the police officers around him.

The police officer waved his hand knowingly: "The statement has been taken, you can go back now."

After saying that, he glanced at the child, who was clearly frightened, and said with a heavy heart, "When you get back, remember to pay more attention to the child's mental state."

Honestly, those despicable robbers are getting more and more outrageous.

They really don't respect us police officers.

“We will.” Ichigo Hitofuri smiled, but his eyes held a hint of anger. “What despicable robbers.”

Stepping outside, I gradually saw some sunlight on the horizon, and then the whole night was wasted.

Namazuo Toushirou took the driver's seat and demonstrated his driving skills, quickly bringing the group home.

"Hiss." Fuyuki grimaced and cried out in pain, but insisted on keeping his body still.

The cool medicine was applied to the bump on the top of the head, and the abrasions on the arms were also carefully treated with medicine.

“Master…” Ichigo Hitofuri, who was always smiling, clenched his fists. He tried to help the Saniwa relax. “Is there anything you want to eat? You can take a nap later and see it when you wake up.”

"I don't have any appetite, nothing in particular," Fuyuki sighed. Namazuo Toushirou had already handed over the detailed information about this mission.

She looked closely and her face instantly froze.

Can anyone tell her what the name "Gin" means in the task posting?

Are you sure there are no errors?

Fuyuki couldn't help but speak up to confirm.

"No." Namazuo Toushirou also noticed the code name.

He knew this person's importance to the Saniwa's mission in this world, and it turned out that tonight's robbery incident was also related to this person.

Fuyuki was exasperated. He wanted to stay outside a little longer tonight, but ended up walking right inside.

Goodness, the well-behaved dog got jealous, but it ended up affecting its owner.

So today's foolish actions weren't because Scotland had a problem with his brain, but because someone wanted to harm him.

What is this? Is it a gamble on who is more important to her?

It turns out Gin can do childish things too.

Fuyuki, burdened with bittersweet woes, opened her phone and mercilessly sent an email to Gin.

You'll be in charge of Sulli's matter tomorrow.

It was unsigned, but only a boss would speak to Gin in such a commanding tone.

Yes. —Gin

The usually ruthless top killer was now acting like a tech addict, replying to her messages instantly.

Sherry's situation is troublesome. She's a little girl who spends all her time in the research institute, looking forward to meeting her sister, and tomorrow's meeting will most likely involve meeting her sister's boyfriend as well.

The smoke from the gunpowder was really interesting.

Rye whiskey, Akemi Miyano's boyfriend.

This guy's temperament and appearance are somewhat similar to Gin's, and it's likely that rumors will soon circulate within the organization comparing him to Gin.

And Shirley, being such a bright child, would surely have noticed the similarities between the two.

Tonight I'll spend all night catching mice, and tomorrow I'll have to confront Sherry, who's afraid of herself but is holding back her anger because of her brother-in-law's sudden appearance...

Fuyuki blinked, a hint of amusement in his eyes.

When this loyal wolf discovers the boss's deliberate little conspiracy...

Would I complain to her like a wronged dog?

Dongshu pondered, gently stroking the gauze on her arm. Sleepiness washed over her, and she could no longer stay awake, falling into a deep sleep.