Chapter 43 Chapter 43 (6k nutrient solution plus more) "I know...

127.

Vermouth's agent is a capable and neat blonde woman who seems unaware of Vermouth's true identity. However, a woman who can be Vermouth's agent is naturally not an ordinary warrior.

"It really is the FBI." The agent followed my gaze, his eyes sharpening, his aura instantly becoming alert and professional. "Why are they here? Did something happen? Will it affect the filming? I have to go check it out."

She spoke very quickly, and after she finished speaking, she walked towards the group of uninvited guests in a hurry. The sound of her sneakers tapping on the ground could be heard with an unmistakable urgency.

I watched her quickly disappearing figure, and my gaze returned to the group of FBI agents led by Kamal.

Their dark uniforms looked remarkably solemn in the dim light of the set, jarringly at odds with the bustling atmosphere. Just as Kamal, as if sensing something, turned his head, his gaze about to sweep over me, I suddenly lowered my head. Like a drop of water merging into the ocean, I vanished silently among the crowd of people bustling about nearby, also wearing crew hoodies.

My heart was pounding in my chest. Luckily, Kamal was the only familiar face I recognized among the group of people who came. If Akai Shuichi was here too...

However, Shuichi Akai is not here, and Judy is not here either, so the situation is not that bad, right?

I glanced at Vermouth who was still immersed in the filming. She was acting opposite the male lead and was surrounded tightly by lighting technicians and photographers. She didn't seem to notice the sudden appearance of the police.

I didn't go over to disturb her, but took advantage of no one's attention and hid in the narrow prop room near the corner.

I leaned against the door and quickly dialed Gin's number without thinking.

Choking on the dust, I coughed a few times before clearing my throat and speaking, "Moshi Moshi, big brother?... Oh, I'm not asking if you missed me. I have something serious to tell you!"

128.

Vodka's car arrived quickly, but not faster than the gold medal agent's speed in finding out the news.

Anyway, according to her understanding, the FBI came to arrest a fugitive who had infiltrated the crew's extras. The crew blocked the news very quickly, which would not affect the filming progress, and theoretically would not affect the later filming promotion and release.

It seems that all this has nothing to do with Vermouth.

Moreover, according to my memory of the original plot arrangement, it was not until the beginning of the Full Moon chapter that the FBI realized that Sharon Wynyard and Chrissie Wynyard were both Vermouth's sockpups.

I was secretly worried that Kamal might think that my appearance in an event related to the organization was too coincidental, and he would follow the clues to investigate and implicate Vermouth.

After all, as Sharon Wynyard's public assistant, I was almost inseparable from her, and I appeared in the hotel at the same time as Gin and Vodka... If you look into it more deeply, there are really big loopholes.

Gin and Vodka, they have two different styles from Vermouth, but they have never concealed their identities as members of the Black Organization.

It seems fortunate that nothing happened at the moment. I just don’t know whether it should be attributed to the hotel’s excellent confidentiality of information, or the FBI being too careless this time, or... the irresistible plot god forcibly correcting the trajectory?

If Vermouth is exposed so quickly, will it be difficult to develop the plot in the future?

Feeling a little relieved, I asked for leave from my agent on the grounds that I "still feel very unwell suddenly."

After all, I have met Kamal once before, so I can't stay here for long. If Kamal recognizes me and becomes curious about my identity, and then Vermouth is involved, it will be bad if something goes wrong.

I slipped out of the inconspicuous back door of the set, quickly got into Vodka's car, and drove away!

My sudden departure didn't spark any unnecessary speculation. The FBI had no idea I existed, and since I'd been on sick leave a few days prior, the crew had no doubts about my assistant, a frail and well-connected person, leaving early due to illness again. Well, many people thought I was just brought in for fun thanks to Vermouth's connections, and no one connected my departure to the FBI's sudden visit.

However, to be cautious, Vodka did not send me directly back to the hotel where they were staying, but instead sent me back to Vermouth's villa.

So! I again!

It’s a legitimate vacation!

Oh no!

Good—yeah—!

129.

It was already late at night when Gin and Vodka came over. I didn't expect him to come over. I was already lying on the bed with my pillow in my arms, doing my daily homework before going to bed, which was to check whether the players had completed their tasks.

Well, it’s not a complete vacation. I still have to work and punch in in the game, so I’m very busy.

Suddenly, the door was knocked by Vermouth. I raised my head from the pillow and saw Vermouth leaning against the door and looking at me with a smile: "Little cutie, don't sleep yet, gin and vodka are here."

I quit the game, rubbed my messy hair, and got out of bed. As my toes touched the cold floor, I shuddered and pulled back. As Vermouth watched, I frantically grabbed the coat on the back of the chair and wrapped it around my nightgown.

Although I am almost sure that there are no strange marks on the exposed areas, I'd better put on my clothes first just in case to avoid making Gin angry.

Be prepared!

Gin came this time because he had just dealt with the traitor and wanted to discuss the next action plan with Vermouth.

The living room's crystal chandelier was dimmed to its lowest setting, casting a cold, hard silhouette on Gin. He had just dealt with the traitor, and his black trench coat still carried the chill of gunpowder smoke. A few strands of silver hair fell over his shoulders, and an unlit cigarette tucked between his fingers, the tobacco wrinkling slightly. Vermouth sat across from him, swirling her glass of amber liquor, her red lips curled in a subtle curve.

The two codenamed members were discussing in low voices, speaking quickly and concisely, each word carrying a cold weight.

The remaining codename members sat next to Gin, their expressions solemn, and they would respond from time to time.

It can be said that everyone in the room is very serious——

Except for me, who was curled up on the sofa and rolling the tassels on the pillow with my fingers.

Obviously, my presence here meant that this matter was not completely unrelated to me, so Gin quickly mentioned my name.

I was so frightened that I almost broke the tassel: "Huh?"

Gin's glance and tone of voice were so familiar that they were almost ridiculous. He patiently repeated, "Tomorrow night, go to their warehouse and get the original documents of the final quotation."

"Okay," I said instinctively, but then suddenly stopped. My heart suddenly sank without warning, as if it were being gripped by an icy hand, and my fingertips felt inexplicably cold.

This feeling...

"Wait." Gin suddenly spoke, his voice sinking as he slowly brushed across my pale fingertips. "When you said 'ok' just now, your fingers were shaking."

This might sound a bit like avoiding the Black Organization's missions, even though I often do, but this time it really... feels wrong. I frowned and looked up at Gin: "Brother, I'm a little nervous."

A brief silence fell in the study. Gin and Vermouth exchanged glances, not doubting but subconsciously believing.

Come to think of it, they really trust my intuition...

"You still need to go," Gin's original decision remained unchanged, "but—"

He changed the subject and looked at Vermouth, who nodded slightly, almost imperceptibly.

"The plan has changed." Vermouth continued in a decisive tone, "You don't have to go in tomorrow night. Stay in the car outside and be responsible for the reception and lookout."

130.

The next night, I curled up in Vodka's bulletproof black car, staring anxiously at the warehouse in the distance that was lurking in the darkness like a giant beast.

Time ticked by, each second stretching out like torture. The oppressive wait gradually fermented into anxiety, and my breathing became increasingly rapid.

Suddenly, a muffled sound came from the direction of the warehouse, followed by flames shooting into the sky. The sounds of gunfire, explosions and human voices came through the air and hit the eardrums together.

My heartbeat started to accelerate and my face became increasingly gloomy.

Until a staggering figure rushed out from the shadows and ran towards the vehicle.

It's Vermouth.

Her usual elegant and calm demeanor disappeared, one hand was tightly covering her side, and the dark fabric of her windbreaker appeared dark and wet in the dim light.

"Oh my God!" I exclaimed. Without time to think, I pushed open the car door and rushed out, reaching out to hold her.

I really supported her, but just as I held her arm, my heart suddenly tightened. Without thinking, I pulled her around and protected her behind me.

"Yingzi!?" Vermouth widened her eyes in shock.

Before I could explain, a loud explosion that tore through the air sounded from the side and behind.

My left shoulder suddenly felt hot, followed by a delayed, tearing pain.

I was stunned for a moment, and when I looked down, I saw a deep red stain quickly spreading across my light-colored coat.

Almost at the same time, another gunshot rang out.

But after that sound, there was a teeth-grinding "whoosh" as the bullet dug into the asphalt ground at my feet, splashing up a few pieces of fine stone chips.

What followed was a suppressed scream from the rooftop in the distance.

131.

"Yingzi!" For the first time, Vermouth's voice lost its composure. She ignored the wound on her side and supported my falling body, pressing her palm on my bleeding shoulder with a steady strength that didn't seem like that of a wounded person.

I gasped in pain, the intensity of the pain blurring my vision into a mist of tears. Through the haze, I could only see the silver-haired man approaching, his windbreaker flapping in the night breeze. His expression was terrifyingly gloomy, and the murderous aura surrounding him seemed almost tangible.

When he walked over quickly, Vermouth handed my body to him.

"Brother..." I sobbed, like a child who finally found his parents. I threw my uninjured right hand around his neck and threw myself into his black windbreaker that smelled of gunpowder. "Ouch... It hurts so much, it hurts so much..."

Gin didn't answer me, didn't push me away, and didn't hug me back. He just let me wipe my tears and snot on his windbreaker.

After a few seconds, a big hand pressed down on my head.

"Don't cry." His voice was hoarse, his anger still lingering, but his tone softened unexpectedly. "Don't cry."

"I know you're in pain."

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Author's words: The previous chapter seems to have not been released yet... and there is nothing written about it, damn it!!!

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Nutrient solution: 1-1=0