Chapter 143

Stuff the stuff into the rye's mouth.

As soon as Dongshu finished speaking, a car sped up and stopped precisely beside her, the sudden braking kicking up her hair and obscuring her vision.

She looked up and met the driver's gaze.

A short-sword-wielding man, who looked like a minor but had the imposing presence of someone two meters and eighty centimeters tall, waved his hand.

"Yo, General."

Dongshu nodded, then gestured to Rye.

"Go up."

She was going to take this person somewhere.

Rye smiled and lowered his head to hide the thoughts in his eyes.

Suddenly, another minor appeared, and the way he and his superior seemed so familiar with each other clearly indicated that they had already made arrangements.

Throughout the journey, Rob Roy clearly did not interact with anyone else, so was the time he would be delayed due to an unexpected situation already anticipated?

...That's terrifying.

With his eyes covered by a thick black cloth, he was unable to use the changes in light to trace the route he had taken.

Rye was not allowed to know about this journey.

As the car gradually entered the underground parking garage, my long-confined view was finally freed.

Dongshu slowly turned his head to look at Rye: "Rye."

“Robb Roy?” Rye squinted as his eyes adjusted to the bright light.

"Remember what this place looks like." She suddenly pulled out a chip and handed it to the other person. "You'll be staying here for a while. If you have nothing to do, take a stroll around the training grounds. I'm sure you'll like it here."

Rye took the chip, and under the gaze of those overly sharp eyes, he felt a strange hostility.

This child, perhaps, is the one from the organization...

He closed his eyes.

He had no choice.

"Understood, Rob Roy."

Fuyuki nodded, jumped out of the car, and her black figure gradually blended into the gap in the garage before finally disappearing at the doorway.

Rye watched her departing figure, and for the first time, she truly examined the back of a child, clutching the chip tightly in her hand.

The lights at the organization's base are always bright, perhaps because they are always installed underground.

Fuyuki squinted as he carefully signed the codename "RoboRoy" on the mission report.

Her fingers ached slightly from typing continuously, but what she found even more unbearable was the feeling of emptiness, as if her brain had been hollowed out.

She slumped weakly onto the table.

It was another case of mental emptiness caused by overthinking, proving that no matter what, she still really hated thinking.

But this is precisely what she needs to think about most in this world.

Dongshu poked the small cactus on the table. The sharp thorns of the potted plant softened as she pressed her finger, causing no harm.

"Mr. Ke, it's tiring. How come being a subordinate is more tiring than being a boss..."

I should have known better than to be so stubborn and say I'd write the lab report myself. Who knew it would be at least 3,000 words long?

If you happen to hit the 3000-word mark, it's easy for others to suspect that you hit the limit, which is really damaging to your boss's prestige.

The cactus did not respond to her.

Dongshu was at an age where he needed rest and sleep, and he yawned after he finished speaking.

At the same time, the doorbell rang: "General."

It is Yagen Toushirou.

"Come in," Dongshu said without turning her head.

Yagen Toushirou came in carrying a cup of hot milk and a plate of fruit: "Have some milk to fill your stomach."

Having stayed up all night to complete two reports, one electronic and one handwritten, Dongshu was utterly exhausted, with faint bluish-black marks already appearing under her eyes.

The milk cup and fruit plate were thoughtfully placed away from where the documents were located.

Dongshu sniffed, the aroma making her already empty stomach protest. She nodded weakly, "Okay, let's leave it there for now."

Upon hearing this, Yagen Toushirou did not leave immediately. He stood there with his back to the light, casting a shadow that enveloped the Saniwa, who was lying on the table looking at him in a daze.

He pursed his lips, bearing the earnest entrustment of his younger brothers and older brothers: "...Staying up late is not a good thing."

Fuyuki understood, and she blinked to comfort her, "It's okay, just this once, I just want to try it."

Having spent the entire night thoroughly dealing with paperwork, she had lost all fascination with the idea of ​​working through the night to prepare reports.

“It’s all taken care of.” She smiled and took a sip of her milk, tapping her finger on the report she had painstakingly written. “This is full of traces of Rob Roy’s desperate efforts to cover up the identities of the ‘undercover agents’.”

The identity she's currently using doesn't reveal enough of her past experience to identify her as an undercover agent infiltrating the organization.

However, it makes perfect sense that the heir to a massive conglomerate, who is being blackmailed into working for the organization by using his sister as leverage, would notice something amiss with the three of them and start placing bets to do something... isn't that perfectly logical?

Fuyuki downed the lukewarm milk in one gulp, grabbed Yagen Toushirou's hand and shook it, her voice soft: "Just this once. After that, a loyal top killer will understand my meaning and continue this report."

Yagen Toushirou sighed, then pulled her into his arms and patted her back: "The general is always wise, and we, as his swords, understand that..."

If the Saniwa is determined to do something, they cannot refuse. "If you need anything, please feel free to give the order."

The deep voice of the short sword fell into her ear.

Transform into an invisible, warm force, embracing the heart.

"Mmm." Fuyuki closed her eyes, and while being held in this position, she raised her hand and touched the head of the tsukumogami.

"Yagen, don't worry about my health all the time. It's okay, I won't get sick so easily now."

When she first entered the citadel, the spatial rift where Tsurumaru Kuninaga was located caused her to have a high fever for several days and nights. As the only sword in the citadel who understood medical knowledge, she knew the true condition of her body and became the most anxious person.

She repeated again, "Good girl."

She knew the other person's worry and fear about her health; even a sudden all-nighter would make the other person extremely worried.

Dongshu held him, deep in thought.

If she does something like that again, I'll just let Yagen go back to the citadel first. Otherwise, she'll always be worried, and she feels extremely guilty when those beautiful purple eyes look at her.

Feeling guilty... that's a pretty uncomfortable feeling...

After Yagen Toushirou left, Fuyuki slowly swallowed the remaining plate of fruit. The sweet and juicy taste blossomed on her tongue, and she almost slumped on the stool to enjoy it.

Dongshu's eyes were full of drowsiness. She yawned, hugged the stool, and slowly drifted off to sleep.

Before long, the hard wooden chairs were replaced by warm beds.

A few days later, at night.

These days, without any missions, Fuyuki has been spending his time at this base as well.

After finishing the last bite of fruit, she opened her tablet and skillfully brought up the location of the rye once again.

In fact, this positioning is not a technological means, but a very simple non-natural means, a virtual display played by spiritual power.

Slow and rhythmic, the flashing red dots were moving across the training ground of this base. Dong Shu channeled his spiritual energy, and soon, he heard the rhythmic sounds of gunfire and target reports.

After a two- or three-second pause, the gunfire resumed.

I didn't give myself any time to rest, and the scores reported by the machine kept increasing.

Fuyuki's lips curled up slightly.

Seeing that the other party had successfully seized the opportunity, even though Blackie's sniping skills were considered outstanding among ordinary people.

However, among the Black Organization's snipers, this is only considered above average, and such performance is clearly insufficient if one wants to climb to a higher position.

So, by saying that he had handed over the sniper at the enemy's base and the access chip to the training ground, he gave the enemy a good excuse to improve their strength.

Dongshu blinked and brought up the base's live surveillance footage on the tablet. This time it was a real mechanical achievement, and the cameras in the training field clearly showed Rye's slender and muscular body.

However, there was a slight, barely noticeable lag in the body movements.

Sure enough, yesterday's fierce battle had an impact on his body, and he didn't know the current state of those small wounds.

Suddenly, Rye raised its head and stared directly at the camera, its green eyes staring at them silently like a wolf. For a moment, Fuyuki hallucinated Gin.

Those eyes seemed to be able to see right through the machinery and directly into her appearance.

“Are you watching, Rob Roy?” Rye mouthed, then a faint smile appeared on his lips.

Dongshu immediately shut down the tablet, her heart pounding wildly in her chest. She raised a hand and placed it on her heart, the thumping sound reaching her brain.

She recalled Rye's expression just now, and her blood seemed to be circulating faster; she became excited all over.

Is this a coincidence? No.

She forced herself to take a deep breath and then reopened the tablet.

The rye in the surveillance footage was still focused on training; everything that had just happened seemed like an illusion.

Fuyuki rubbed his eyes.

Suddenly remembering something, he pulled up the mission logs after Rye became a codenamed member and began to study them one by one.

She soon abandoned the operation.

...There are no flaws; this guy is very good at writing reports.

Fuyuki blinked her sore eyes. Although she hadn't expected to find anything, she had come to a very interesting conclusion: the four of them would have to work together, or rather, as long as Rye was around... the mission report could be completely handed over to him.

Fuyuki came to this conclusion, which made him feel much better, and his eyes lit up instantly... That's great! He believed that Fuyuki wouldn't reveal anything that would be detrimental to him.

save trouble.

Dongshu turned off the tablet. She wanted to go to the medical department to find some eye drops; her eyes were incredibly dry.

If we ask the swordsmen to help her get it now, they'll inevitably have to say a few more things.

The staff on duty in the medical department were dozing off. He tiptoed around the front desk and went to find the eye drops himself. Turning around to the medicine cabinet, he found some less commonly used medicines, which he had to carefully look for according to the labels.

The medical department was bathed in a cold mix of blue and white light. Dongshu stood on tiptoe, with a low stool under her feet, and straightened her body to take it from the top shelf of the medicine cabinet.

I held it in my hand and looked at the label carefully, only to realize with dismay that I had picked up the wrong one again.

Fuyuki sighed helplessly; being too short was the most troublesome thing at times like this.

"Do you need help, Rob Roy?"

Startled by the sudden sound, Fuyuki's hand trembled, and she almost dropped the bottle.

Rye appeared behind him at the corner of the medicine cabinet, his left shoulder leaning against it, his body covered in sweat that was clearly from training.

"I can manage on my own, I don't need it." She hurriedly stuffed the medicine into her pocket, her gaze falling on the other person. "How did you get here? Are you injured?"

Or perhaps the wounds from the previous mission have reopened?

"It's just an old wound reopening."

really.

Rye nonchalantly turned his shoulder to show her a large bruise with some bloody marks from where flesh had been pierced.

As a member who works for the Black Organization, who doesn't have some minor injuries?

Fuyuki's pupils contracted slightly. She pretended to adjust her skirt, then casually touched the short knife hidden under her skirt before jumping down from the low stool.

After watching the other person show her the wound, she went to look for the medicine she needed and said, "Don't take that. The second cabinet on your right has what you need."

When Rye took the medicine, it froze in mid-air for half a second.

He raised an eyebrow and said, "Very familiar?"

Following Dongshu's words, he took out two boxes of medicine, which were indeed what he needed.

"This child knows so much."

He's just a child, yet he's so familiar with the location of medical supplies in the organization's medical department... either he memorized them on purpose, or he uses them frequently...

Tsk.

For some reason, he actually hoped it was the former.

Drugs developed in-house prioritize efficacy over comfort, because for them, time is life and money.

White powder was sprinkled on the wound, causing beads of sweat to appear on his forehead. Dongshu watched as Heimai sat on the stool, her expression unpredictable, applying medicine to herself with her backhand. Her fingertips trembled slightly, and the powder was forced to fall on unwanted areas.

Dongshu tilted his head, rummaged in his pocket, and suddenly touched a familiar item.

She took it out and moved closer to the other person, then, taking advantage of the rye's inattention, she stuffed the thing into the other person's mouth.

He paused, then looked at the girl in front of him with a puzzled expression.

Fuyuki blinked, thinking he was being doubted.

He then raised his hand and put another one into his mouth, saying in a muffled voice, "It's not poisonous."

This one is peach flavored.

It's delicious.

The moment the sweetness exploded on the tongue, slender, delicate fingers idly rubbed the plastic candy coating, making a crisp yet chaotic sound in the quiet medical department.

The smell of blood lingered in my nose, but the taste in my mouth was sweet, which dispelled some of my indifference.

The useless sweetness of candy is not a flavor that belongs to this organization.

"Why did you help me?" Rye asked suddenly as she finished treating the wound.

Fuyuki was engrossed in enjoying the deliciousness of the candy when she heard this and looked up at the other person.

The cold light overhead added a layer of chill to his already aloof demeanor, making him look like a hunter poised to pounce.

It is dangerous, yet it also carries questions and scrutiny.

Blackie got into trouble with the local organization because of his girlfriend, which led to irregularities after the mission. These irregularities were not reported, and his dereliction of duty due to his incompetence was concealed. This was undoubtedly advantageous to Blackie, but he did not write the mission report.

He didn't lose anything because of his negligence... so it was his junior supervisor who helped him.

Fuyuki stuffed the freshly pulled candy back into his pocket.

"I need to go back and write my report." She made up a flimsy excuse, turned and left, then stopped after a few steps. "Rye."

"Um?"

"If..." she said, her fingers unconsciously rubbing together as she turned away from him, "you had to die, and your death would affect other people. Would you take that person with you?"