Chapter 43 Chapter 43 Who is the master is decided by them. ...

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Clear water flowed down his fingers. Amuro Toru scooped up some water and washed his face. His slightly long golden hair became wet and stuck to his shoulders and neck.

He raised his head and looked at the expressionless young man in the mirror. Under the dim light, his eyebrows, nose wings and half of his face were covered with a layer of darkness. His face was gloomy and looked familiar yet unfamiliar.

Toru Amuro has always liked to laugh, and he smiles from the bottom of his heart to many people, such as Hiro, other classmates in the police academy, or ordinary people.

But after joining the organization, Toru Amuro saw too many dark places. He didn't want to laugh, but was forced to laugh, so his smile became unfamiliar even to himself.

Like a babbling child, Toru Amuro discovered for the first time that a smile that conveys happiness can also become mean, hypocritical, sarcastic and cunning.

An organization is a scary place. It can transform a person into a different species out of thin air and use any means necessary to achieve its goals.

The mixed-blood boy had superior bone structure, and Amuro Toru's pupils trembled slightly.

He wasn't hesitant, but excited.

Valentine is the most interesting codename member at this stage, and this is not a derogatory term.

A murderer's kindness is like a sharp bait coated with honey.

Accept, deceive, exploit, who is the master is up to them to decide.

The long, light golden eyelashes moved up and down, and she had already made a decision.

However, before the blond undercover agent could say anything when he returned to his position, he saw Valentine, who was drunk as a puddle, and exclaimed, "..."

The young man with long ash-gray hair leaned his upper body on the low table with his waist slumped. His cheeks, which were resting on his arms, were stained with a crimson red. He opened his eyes half asleep and half awake, and his slender fingers stained with wine were lightly drawing something on the table. His ash-gray hair meandered down his back.

It's so vivid.

Even in this state, he still held the bottle of wine in one hand and took a sip from time to time.

Did he open the door the wrong way?

The blond undercover shook Mo Shiyu's shoulder speechlessly, "Lord Valentine?"

He took a look at the alcohol content of the sake. Wow, it was 39 degrees, and he drank so much!

Fortunately, this is a single room, otherwise this person would have been taken away by bad guys!

"Hmm." Mo Shiyu still had his sanity. He had a good alcohol tolerance, and it was harder to see him completely black out than to see Gin getting married.

He raised his head to look at Amuro Toru, and after confirming that the golden-haired man in front of him was still a person and had not become the Shadow Master, he closed his eyes with relief and said, "Well... I'm not drunk."

"Okay, okay, you're not drunk." Because he often went to bars with friends to drink, Amuro Toru had rich experience dealing with drunks. He comforted him, "Let's go back to the room. We'll catch a cold if we sleep here."

"No, Amuro-kun." Mo Shiyu lay on the table with a look of resistance on his face, and turned his head to the other side to avoid looking at him. "There is still one fried milk that has not been served. I want to eat it before leaving."

Amuro Toru really didn't expect this answer, "..." Is fried milk so delicious?!

He found that every time he met Valentine, he could easily shed his undercover skin and reveal his true self.

Valentine is really different from other members of the organization. He always catches him off guard with just one word and puts him in a passive position.

Is this fried milk? It's Valentine's hook!

Code name members are so terrifying.

***

Valentin is a good drinker, he doesn't cry or make a fuss, and he doesn't speak loudly. His only shortcoming is that he refuses to leave until he has eaten fried milk, like a teenager.

He didn't make a noise, but just held on to the corner of the table with both hands to prevent you from dragging him away.

Other people might have a rather unpleasant smell after drinking, but Valentin had a bitter-sweet aroma, even richer than aged wine. Amuro Toru had smelled it the last time he and Valentin were drinking at the bar, and today it lingered even more distinctly, making him feel drunk even without the alcohol.

It's really weird, what's the structure of this person's body like?

This kind of smell is just like tempting for drunken sex.

If it were a bad guy, I'm afraid he would be drunk on purpose even if he didn't drink.

With all sorts of wild thoughts in his mind, Toru Amuro finally accepted his fate and obediently served Uncle Valentin to finish his fried milk. He then followed his wishes and bought several bottles of sake here. He stuffed the remaining sake into Valentin's hands, and only then did Valentin, who was holding the bottle, follow him obediently.

However, as soon as he left the room, he heard a commotion outside.

Toru Amuro was about to go out, but when he saw this, he immediately closed the door and went back into the room.

Valentin leaned his head against the wall, squinting his smoky gray eyes, half open and half closed, lazy and charming, "What's wrong?"

"Something's wrong outside." Amuro Toru stuck his head out and took a look.

The commotion came from the hall in the distance. A tall figure rushed out from there, holding a little girl of seven or eight years old in his hands. He waved a dagger around and yelled, "Get away from me!"

The surrounding security guards and the crowd retreated in a flurry. A woman who resembled a mother burst into tears, kneeling on the ground. There was no sign of the police, but the criminals were incredibly agitated.

Amuro Toru frowned and turned around and said, "Someone kidnapped a child."

Mo Shiyu's drunken eyes suddenly became clearer. He looked up at Amuro Toru calmly and found that Amuro Toru was also looking at him.

There was a brief and delicate stalemate in the room.

It must be said that if only any one of them was present, the criminal would have been killed long ago.

But they stayed together, restraining each other, and no one dared to express the intention to save people first.

This silence lasted for two or three seconds before Mo Shiyu started to complain, "What a hassle."

Seeing his annoyed look, Amuro Toru felt relieved and whispered, "If we continue like this, we might alert the target."

Mo Shiyu also walked down the stairs, "Don't make things worse. We have important things to do tomorrow."

"yes."

The conversation between the two was filled with adult hypocrisy and pretense, yet strangely, there was a hint of tacit understanding. They quickly reached a consensus.

Amuro Toru put on a mask and a hat, opened the door, and silently moved towards the criminals. Mo Shiyu stayed where he was, holding the bottle of wine and watching the situation.

He opened the door a little and looked over there through the crack.

I have to say that Toru Amuro's actions in controlling the criminals were extremely ruthless. There was no trace of a police officer in his movements. One could only see the precise consideration of the human body's weaknesses by a desperado who had been living on the edge of a knife for years.

The gangster was like a fragile peach in his hands and was knocked down easily.

Mo Shiyu looked at the blond undercover agent whose face was mostly covered by the mask. Only his cold and cruel eyes were clearly visible under the brim of his hat, which was really chilling.

He really twisted himself into another person.

You can stand in the sun, but you choose to walk into the darkness. The rest of your life will be like walking on a tightrope between cliffs. One wrong step will bury you in the abyss.

Is it really worth going this far for belief and loyalty?

Will you regret it in the future?

The little girl was rescued, but was scared to tears by Amuro Toru.

The girl's mother rushed over and hugged her tightly, crying and laughing, "That's great, baby, my baby..."

The girl dragged her mother backwards, sobbing and pointing at Amuro Toru, "Mom, run! This is bad Gin!"

"Mari, what are you talking about? This is your heroic brother who saved you!" The mother quickly stopped the girl's movements, stood up and bowed to Amuro Toru. "I'm sorry, the child must have been frightened. Mari, shouldn't you thank your brother?"

"No, he, he is so scary." The little girl shook her head, hid behind her mother and refused to come out.

"Please don't mind it."

Amuro Toru smiled understandingly, waved his hand, and was about to leave.

Unexpectedly, the person behind him stopped him.

Mo Shiyu placed one hand on Amuro Toru's shoulder, lowered his eyes, and spoke in a soft and hoarse voice, "Baby, think about it carefully. Was the man who pointed a knife at you just now a bad guy? Then is the person who defeated the bad guy also a bad guy?"

The little girl immediately shook her head, "No, it's the good guys who defeat the bad guys."

She suddenly realized what was going on, stepped out from behind her mother, and bowed, "Thank you, brother. I'm sorry, I just said you were a bad person just because you looked scary."

She raised her head and slightly widened her eyes, "And if you look closely, brother is actually not scary at all!"

Amuro Toru looked at Mo Shiyu steadily for a moment, then lowered his head and curved his eyes to comfort the girl: "...Mari-san, the fact that you are safe and sound is the most important thing to be thankful for tonight."

The police could arrive at any time, so they just had a brief chat and quickly made an excuse to leave the lobby.

When they walked into the empty corridor, Mo Shiyu raised his eyebrows and said with a half-smile, "Amuro-kun is really popular with children."

Amuro Toru's face looked unhappy, and he asked, "Lord Valentine, why did you say those words just now?"

Mo Shiyu curled his lips and said, "Because it's interesting."

"This kid will think of Amuro-kun as his heroic brother when he goes back. What a rare experience! Will Amuro-kun think of that kid when he kills someone tomorrow? Will he be unable to bring himself to do it?"

Mo Shiyu stopped, turned around and moved closer, whispering in his ear with a hint of malice, "Being a hero and being a bear, do you like this difference between Amuro-kun and me?"

"Probably not. Only a masochist would like that."

“…”

Toru Amuro tried his best to suppress his pounding heart, and spoke with an expressionless face and a cold tone.

"What others think is none of my business. I'm only here to get the codename. This little thing won't affect my mission."

"A small matter...?"

Mo Shiyu said softly. Somehow, when he heard Amuro Toru's answer, his originally calm eyes suddenly became manic.

Like a fully inflated balloon that was suddenly pricked by a thin needle, his expression was filled with a nervousness that he tried hard to suppress but was completely unable to conceal, as well as the resentment of a trapped beast.

Amuro Toru was so tense when he was being stared at that he felt shocked and suspicious. What happened?

However, the next second, as if forgetting his previous reaction, Valentine took a step back and gently raised his lips towards him, "Ah... As expected of Amuro-kun, your determination once again impresses me."

Amuro Toru looked at him, his light-colored pupils slightly tightened. He responded, but was thinking in his heart that the members of the organization were really like crazy people, with unpredictable moods.

This beautiful bottle of wine in front of me is also a person who goes crazy intermittently.

I have no idea what stimulated him.

***

the next day.

The air conditioning at the ski resort was even colder because of the biting cold wind.

There seems to be no difference between artificial snow and natural snow. The sunlight makes the entire snow field sparkle. The U-shaped snow track is covered with snow, and the steep bends discourage beginners.

The ski resort here is very famous, but it is not the peak tourist season, so there are neither too many nor too few people coming here to ski.

Toru Amuro can ski, but he doesn't do it very often, so he can't be said to be very skilled.

He looked back at Mo Shiyu. This guy was obviously better than him and his equipment was also more advanced. Just now, Amuro Toru walked down, but this guy slid down. When he controlled the speed and stopped, a layer of snow was raised, which looked quite handsome.

Mo Shiyu looked back at him. He was wearing a dark blue ski suit and a hat. His long hair fell on both sides of his neck, making his face look particularly small.

His face was cold and pale, and the black goggles clearly reflected the blue sky and the vast snow.

In a good mood, he held up two fingers, put them together, and raised them to his forehead. "I've sent you a photo of the target. I've specified the method and time of his death. Please complete the task with an obsessive-compulsive mindset."

Amuro Toru naturally nodded meekly.

"I'll sit on the cable car and watch you." Mo Shiyu smiled and waved at him.