Chapter 149

How come these kids are so skilled at their movements?

The microwave oven made a "ding" sound in the kitchen.

With a slice of toast dangling from his mouth, Fuyuki swiped his phone. Everything seemed quiet today; there were no missions being sent, nor any news about last night's convenience store murder.

Has someone blocked the news?

She squinted, realizing she had missed another piece of information.

But they were all insignificant and unimportant things.

I checked Rye's training progress at the base, and when I looked up, I saw Scotland coming over to cook as usual, except... this time there were noticeably more little tricks up her sleeve.

Oh dear...

She paused, then pretended not to see it and looked away.

After coming here so many times, it's only now that we're starting to try and find some information. It must be because we've been staying in this safe house for too long this time, right?

After Fuyuki sent him away, he was finally able to happily lie in Kasen Kanesada's arms.

On the other hand, Bourbon seems to be taking on the role of the new workaholic, with one task after another without a break.

Although she appears to be an intelligence specialist, after joining her team, Gin assigned her tasks that also included some of the actions of the operations team.

Fuyuki bit her straw, deciding to pretend she didn't see Gin's rather unreasonable allocation of manpower.

When night fell, the doorbell of the safe house was rung.

Kasen Kanesada saw the person outside through the peephole: "It's Gin."

Fuyuki was lying on the sofa when he heard the name and nodded in surprise: "Let him in."

It was raining outside. Gin stood at the door, his clothes inevitably bearing the colors of the rain, and there were lingering raindrops clinging to his silver hair.

"Get him a towel."

"Come in." Dongshu sat up, took a couple of sips of hot water, and the cold wind that rushed in from outside seemed particularly noticeable in the warm room.

The chill only subsided after the door was completely closed.

“Boss.” He lowered his head, his voice carrying an indescribable hoarseness, “The person at the convenience store last night was a researcher on that project.”

Fuyuki tilted his head: "So?"

Kasen Kanesada brought over a pink towel, and Gin took a closer look before placing it on his head.

He then took a USB drive out of his pocket and placed it on the coffee table: "Before he died, he tried to break away from the organization and investigated your identity."

They're quite bold.

Looking up at the pink towel on his head, Dongshu thought it looked exactly like a toad with its ears down.

At this moment, a rare hint of pitifulness could be seen on that cold and stern face.

Don't like pink?

Her emotions—joy, anger, sorrow, and happiness—were readily apparent.

Kasen Kanesada brought out a computer, and the data on the USB drive unfolded on the screen.

It's a long string of words, but the important thing can be summarized in just one sentence.

[Arisu Fuyuki, 8 years old, codename "RoboRoy," is suspected to be a member of the Sword Codename team.]

The fact that the organization's boss has another group of mysterious members codenamed "swords" is something that anyone with a bit of status can find out.

As for the boss himself, some say he/she is a child, while others say he/she is an old man with white hair. Despite all the rumors, none of them can be confirmed.

Rob Roy's identity ceased to function after her departure, but now it seems that her actions after her return have led the other party to designate her as a member of the Swordsman organization dedicated to serving the boss.

After all, this group of people, who used swords as weapons and swords as code names, included men and women, young and old, but all of them were exceptionally skilled.

Dongshu stared at the line of text and clenched the sleeve beside him: "I thought I could find something real with just this much stuff."

In this situation, no matter how the other party investigates, they will not be able to find any connection between her and the boss that equates them.

The world consciousness is suppressed above, and apart from another pillar of the world, no one can see it until the world line reaches a certain point.

Gin stared at her silently, his dark green pupils calm and unwavering, fixed on the glass of water that was almost cold and no longer steaming.

"Do you need me to deal with the rest of the people?"

How dare one person delve into information closely related to the boss? There are accomplices hiding behind him.

Dongshu shook his head and gave an innocent smile: "No need, they're even less capable than I imagined."

"This was originally my arrangement."

Her voice even carried a hint of laughter.

This is simply capricious and illogical behavior.

The air seemed to freeze for a moment.

Gin's hand rested on the gun handle, but Fuyuki was faster; the fruit knife on the coffee table had been thrown out with force at some point.

It broke through the window, bypassed the obstruction, and plunged straight into the target's throat.

The sharp fruit knife sank completely into the flesh, taking the eavesdropper's life.

"It's been dealt with."

"yes."

Kasen Kanesada, holding his true form, swiftly began to act.

Only Fuyuki and Gin remained in the room.

"You didn't take it seriously, did you?" Fuyuki's voice was incredibly sweet. "I was just joking with that little guy outside. Why would I reveal my identity on my own, right?"

She suddenly stood up and moved closer to Gin, smiling as she lifted his hand and then squeezed her fingers together, interlocking them intimately.

She said softly, "After all, if I were to die, I would be very sad to leave you behind."

The roses she nurtured with her own hands, the heart she nourished and grew with her own hands... at this moment, her loyal dog belongs only to her.

The Boss squinted at the pair of stunned green eyes, placed his hands on the towel above Gin's head, and began to rub it affectionately.

She said with a hint of complaint, "Honestly, it's easy to catch a cold if your long hair is wet. You can't be so careless about your health."

"I can't live without you. You have to stay healthy and stay by my side forever."

The enclosed space for only two people was much warmer than the drizzling rain outside.

But Gin felt that the warmth gradually rising in his heart was not solely due to the temperature difference in the room.

The hand, no longer held, slowly rose and gently hooked around the ends of the winter tree's loose hair.

...

After Gin left, Fuyuki sat by the window, watching the rain outside getting heavier and heavier with boredom.

"Master, that person has completely cleaned up the mess, leaving no trace whatsoever..."

Kasen Kensada draped his coat over her thin frame.

The suspicious-looking fellows lurking outside already knew the other was there.

Fuyuki propped his cheek up, remained silent for a moment, and then suddenly said, "...just a little scheme that can be seen through at a glance."

But this is enough to win back the heart of someone who has been neglected for a long time.

And it seems to be working exceptionally well.

A moment later, the phone lying to the side vibrated, and a message popped up.

[It has all been cleaned up. —Gin]

She smiled, turned off her phone, and slowly hummed a cheerful tune.

The rain silently covered the entire city, completely concealing the bloodshed and indifference that took place in the shadows.

*

A few days later, in the early morning, at an abandoned factory of unknown origin.

Fuyuki sat on the wooden crate, the screen in front of him displaying traces of the interior of a building, and three soft knocking sounds came through his headphones.

The three bottles of whisky, finally ready to be served together again, are all in place.

[Target confirmed.] Fuyuki shifted his body, resting his head on Sayo Samonji's shoulder. [There are two snipers at the east warehouse entrance, and three more reflected lights on the rooftop building; tentatively identified as snipers...]

She gradually transmitted the intelligence she had gathered about the enemy's combat capabilities.

Soon, Bourbon appeared in sight. He and Scotland swiftly knocked out the two guards in the corner and then changed into each other's clothes.

The weather wasn't good today; there was lightning and thunder, and the rain obscured human tracks and the guards' vision.

Scotland's footsteps were drowned out by the thunder as he moved close to the shadows of the wall, while Bourbon used a wire to unlock the old lock and slipped inside.

Using the convenience of his spiritual power, Fuyuki monitored the entire building and then informed Bourbon of the correct route.

Where to stop, where to continue, when to take cover, and where to take cover...

Her words were clear and unambiguous, without a single tremor.

Soon, after passing through layers of humanoid guards, we arrived at the old archives room.

Bourbon pulled out the distillery's high-tech equipment and was about to remove the lock, which was also a high-tech product.

"Why is the boss so nervous? We've been waiting here for ten days or half a month, and we haven't seen a single person."

Suddenly, voices came from around the corner.

"Why speculate about what the boss is thinking? Just get on with the work."

Bourbon's eyes sharpened, and he raised his hand to gently stroke the headphones.

"I won't come over." Fuyuki blinked. "You continue."

"Hey, you two, come here." The deep voice carried a hint of authority and impatience.

The footsteps stopped.

"yes!"

Then they left far away.

[A small portion of the less important power supply has been temporarily cut off. Hurry up, time is limited.] Fuyuki leisurely munched on a persimmon cake.

Cutting too much can actually raise suspicion.

Bourbon quickly retrieved the data with a USB drive and a small camera, while Scotland silently placed several miniature explosive devices at pre-determined locations.

Everything was in tense preparation, while on the other side, Rye, who had already set up a sniper rifle on a high vantage point, had the muzzle pointed at the target.

However, the bullet's path was obscured by the thick curtains, making it clear that he could not determine the target with the naked eye alone.

【Shift 0.1 cm to the left.】 Dongshu tuned to the rye channel and instructed, 【Ready.】

This sniping was a blind shot.

Channel modulation public channel: [Five.]

【Four. 】

She chewed on a persimmon while counting down.

【three. 】

Bourbon walked silently towards the door in the chaotic building where the power had been cut off.

【two. 】

Run, get away. Aim.

【one. 】

Everything—

Dongshu swallowed the last bite of persimmon.

【zero.】

Bourbon was startled, then Scotland suddenly pulled him away.

In an instant, the sound of the explosion and the thunder overlapped perfectly, and the entire factory area was illuminated by a brightness that did not belong to the night.

Fuyuki quickly took off his headphones, but the booming explosion could still be faintly heard from the other side.

Under the tranquil night sky, the four people were like shadows.

Take away the data, destroy the data, and simply kill the top leader.

Everything is done.

But one more person is still missing.

In the emergency escape route, Masamoto Fujii was panting heavily, his back covered in cold sweat. He was running desperately under the protection of his men. At the exit, which symbolized hope, a flashlight shone on a smiling little girl in a black dress.

His pupils contracted, and his hands trembled uncontrollably.

He didn't think that anyone appearing in this kind of situation, at this time, and in this kind of place was an ordinary person.

The subordinate shouted angrily, "Who—"

Before he could finish speaking, the sharp edge of the dagger grazed his throat.

Several burly men collapsed to the ground with a thud, without even having a chance to see the faces of their attackers.

Without pausing, Sayo Samonji swiftly severed the tendons in Masamoto Fujiichi's limbs.

Fuyuki stepped on his wrist, and a piercing scream rang out. She expressionlessly injected the anesthetic into his body.

"Let's retreat, please, Xiaoye."

This person has to be alive.

The intense flames would naturally attract the attention of the police, and it would likely be long before someone came to investigate.

Sayo Samonji hoisted the man onto his back and followed nimbly behind her.

The group quickly reunited; they needed to get away from there as fast as possible.

The path beneath my feet was uneven, and this area had long been sparsely populated. I was moving too fast, and the sharp, irregular weeds snagged on the hem of the winter tree.

Just as Rye was about to help, a flash of cold light appeared, and the piece of cloth was cut in half by the silent boy standing to the side.

"Don't waste your time." Dongshu didn't pause, not even glancing at him. "The fire will reach here, and nothing will be left."

As the figure receded into the distance, Blackie's gaze was filled with complex emotions.

How come these kids in the organization are so skilled at their movements?

Everything behind them was buried in the flames, leaving no trace.

As the morning sun rose on the horizon, Fuyuki stood at the entrance of the convenience store, inserted a straw into the milk in her hand, and handed it to Sayo Samonji.

Kids should definitely drink milk together!

Watching the other person obediently swallow the food bit by bit with their head down, she happily squinted her eyes and looked into the distance.

Today's sunrise was exceptionally beautiful, which made it worthwhile for her to complete the task before sunrise.

The empty milk carton was thrown into the trash can.

Sleepiness also swept over me from deep within my body.

"Let's go back to sleep."

Saya Samonji imitated her action, also throwing the box into the trash can: "Hmm."

The morning light gilded their figures, and no one would guess that the girl yawning at this moment had just participated in a bloody incident.

[Author's Note]

Xiaoye: Gulp ulp ulp [milk tea]