Chapter 89 Chapter 89 Fate is so cruel to you

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The wine glass took on a hazy color under the illumination of the overhead light. The woman sat on a high chair with her legs crossed, gently shaking the wine glass, placing it between her red lips, and taking a sip.

The bartender pushed a dreamy-colored glass toward her and whispered, "This is for you from the gentleman over there."

"Really?" Vermouth chuckled. "Thank him for me."

She took the glass, turned her head in the direction the bartender pointed, and looked past the men and women swaying in the wine pool to the strange man who raised his glass to her.

The plump lips, soaked in the gloss of wine, were raised with a somewhat cool arc.

She took a sip of wine, looked over there, and suddenly said in a low voice as if talking to herself.

"Tell me, why did Boss specifically send us away before taking Valentine away?"

"..." It was very quiet around her, the bartender had left, and no one answered her.

Vermouth lowered her eyelids.

Although she used the question form, she was not seeking an answer because the answer was too obvious.

The Boss doesn't trust them.

Behind this action lies a strange motive that comes from nowhere.

But why?

They have been desperate criminals for too long, and the number of betrayals they have committed cannot be counted on two hands. The so-called comradeship is nothing but something dispensable, ranking behind interests, calculations, and values.

She is rarely driven purely by emotion. Weighing the pros and cons before making a decision is her survival instinct.

Does Boss think they will betray the organization for one person? That's not worth it.

Vermouth closed her eyes, her mind was full of thoughts, but her expression remained calm, with a gentle and charming smile at the corners of her lips and eyebrows.

Valentine did not go to the organization's laboratory as she expected, but was kept by the Boss.

Boss didn't let anyone in the organization know his location and hid Valentine like a canary.

This is not a good sign. As long as Valentine doesn't appear in public, neither she nor Gin can intervene.

She couldn't see what the boss was doing or what happened to Valentine, nor could she interfere.

It is undeniable that this feeling is indeed a bit unpleasant.

But it has not yet reached the point of disobeying the organization's orders.

After a long moment, a cold, deep male voice came from the shadow of the sofa behind him, "Valentin is much more important to the organization than you and I."

Vermouth sneered softly, "Gin, you should say this to the Boss."

"What Valentine finds even more unbearable than physical pain is the deprivation of his human dignity... If Boss doesn't consider him a valuable experimental subject, then he must be doing it for some other purpose."

Her voice was light and filled with resentment. "Tell me, is Valentine being tortured by tools right now? Is he biting a ball gag to prevent himself from committing suicide..."

The sound of a cup being crushed.

Vermouth turned around and looked at the silver-haired killer with his eyes downcast. He slowly placed the broken wine glass on the table and said, "Shut up, Vermouth."

"Ah." Vermouth let out a meaningless sigh.

Well, she was talking nonsense.

After all, she didn't think that people of Boss's age would have any other desires besides the desire for eternal life.

...No, I can’t say for sure.

The Boss's unusual attention and possessiveness towards Valentine, as well as his odd defensiveness towards them, were beyond their expectations, as if foreshadowing something.

Vermouth took out a long, thin cigarette, and after lighting it, her dark blue eyes in the smoke were as cold as if they were gleaming with cold light.

It's so weird.

At this moment, her phone suddenly vibrated. The same thing happened to Gin's phone.

Vermouth picked up her phone and saw an email.

From Karasuma Renya.

The first sentence above made her pupils tremble.

"Valentin defected."

"Capture him alive and bring him back. The sooner the better."

"This email is sent to all A-rank members. Mission level: Highest priority, red."

The eyes of both of them were completely frozen on the phone screen.

There seemed to be the cry of crows in the distance.

After a long time, Vermouth closed her eyes, covered them with her arms, and laughed muffledly.

Valentine.

It only takes 21 days for a person to develop a habit, but Gin took three years and still couldn't teach you to forget your freedom.

****

A black business car stopped in front of a western-style building. As the driver got out and opened the door, a cool young man in a black suit and long dark green hair walked down.

He was holding a cloth-wrapped lunch box in his hand and walked into the western-style building at a quick pace.

Pushing open the door, he saw the insect queen resting in a rocking chair in the yard.

He closed his eyes deeply, holding a white doll in his arms.

The sunlight shone on his body, and his gray hair scattered on the bench below him like underwater algae, and then fell along the chair to the stone floor.

Smino subconsciously slowed down his movements, stood by the door, and watched the scene from a distance.

He seems very tired.

His face was so pale, even paler than the last time I saw him.

The white doll was held in the arms of the gray-haired insect mother, motionless but trying to kill him with her eyes, no noise allowed!

However, even though Smino didn't make any sound, Mo Shiyu still woke up.

"...Smino?" Mo Shiyu sat up, squinted his eyes and looked over, smiling, "You're here."

"Mother." Smirnoff half-knelt beside the rocking chair, raised her head, and looked at him softly and ashamedly with her dark green eyes. "I'm sorry, I woke you up."

"It's not your fault." Mo Shiyu said. Because he had just woken up, his eyes were a little hazy and his voice was very quiet. "It's my problem. I didn't sleep well."

"Is it because of that damned human?" Smino's pupils had already turned into the vertical pupils of an insect when he saw Mo Shiyu. He spoke resentfully word by word, "I know there is a disgusting human who is after you. He deserves to die."

Mo Shiyu shook his head. "This kind of thing... I've long been accustomed to it. There are more important things than this."

He lowered his eyes and asked, "Have you found any results on the matter I asked you to investigate?"

"..." Smirno looked at him with affection and worry, and nodded gently. "Part of the cornerstone of the world, 7 to the power of 3 is divided into three parts: the Vongola Ring, the Mare Ring, and Arcobaleno's pacifier. Currently, they have shown varying degrees of contamination."

"Arcobaleno?" Mo Shiyu asked, "Rainbow in Italian?"

"Yes, this is a living Jinchūriki in the form of a baby, created using the seven strongest humans as a medium. It is called the Rainbow Child."

Smino said, "They use human bodies to provide power for the foundation of the world, so their reaction to pollution should be the greatest. However, the pollution on them is not obvious at the moment. I think it must be Alcobaleno of the Great Sky who is resisting the pollution."

"But if the world continues to deteriorate, all the Arcobalenos will die one day."

Baby... Mo Shiyu remembered the baby in a black suit he saw in a state agency when he was in America as the No. 2 vest.

Those cold, elegant and effortless dark eyes are still fresh in people's memory.

The eyes of a top killer.

Will such people also die from pollution?

Mo Shiyu rubbed his hair and asked, "Arkebarenori, is there a baby with black hair and black eyes, a yellow pacifier, a suit, and a black hat?"

"Reborn, the world's number one killer." Smirnoff quickly confirmed the number, "He belongs to the Vongola."

Reborn? Mo Shiyu was stunned. The Reborn in the title of "Tutor Reborn"?

One of the protagonists of Tutor?

So that's why. No wonder it looked familiar. Now it matches.

"Then, where is the Vongola ring?" said Mo Shiyu.

This is his biggest concern.

"The six Vongola rings belonging to the Guardians are all in Vongola, but the current status of the Daisora ​​ring is," Smino replied, "missing."

Mo Shiyu's pupils contracted uncontrollably.

Missing? Could he be with Karasuma Renya?

With Karasuma Renya's ability to predict the future, it is not impossible to steal the Vongola ring.

But he didn't find any trace of the ring in Karasuma Renya's house.

Where would he hide? Mo Shiyu frowned. But why did he only take the Dakong Ring?

"After being killed once, Karasuma Renye should be more cautious. If he took the ring, the possibility of finding it should be very low." Mo Shiyu stood up and walked into the house. He sat on the sofa, "Let's put this matter aside for now."

"Smino, I will be leaving for Slovakia in two days."

Mo Shiyu said, his eyelids drooping as he looked at the steaming dumplings in the lunch box. His eyes were deep and emotionless. "I want you to follow me secretly. No matter what happens, you must protect me."

Smirno watched the Worm Mother use her pale, slender fingers to press the dumplings with a spoon, as if to vent her anger, and then swallow them. His eyes were cold and gentle, "This is my mission."

Mo Shiyu was silent for a while, lowered his eyes, put his elbows on his legs, raised his hand, and stroked his dark green hair with his fingertips, "Okay."

"Anyway, this is the final scene."

****

Two days later.

A helicopter with a red sunflower printed on it landed on the roof of a factory building somewhere in the suburbs of Tokyo late at night.

Several mercenary-looking men armed with live ammunition quickly jumped out of the plane, followed closely by a man in a suit.

"Where's the goods?" He didn't look Asian, but spoke English with a thick Italian accent and a cold voice.

The middle-aged man waiting on the roof turned around and waved stiffly, and the man in Tang suit behind him carried the person over.

The people on this side moved as stiffly as puppets being manipulated, with white hair rooted behind their heads and their bodies extremely cold. However, because the night was so dark and their movements were as small as possible, they were not discovered.

The man in the suit bent down, took off his black leather gloves, lifted up his black hood, and touched a hand of smoky gray hair that was as cold and smooth as smoke. The feel alone was enough to make people unable to let go.

It's him, that's for sure.

"Even though you can't see your face, only your hair and body, it's the most-played auction recording on the dark web." He let out an excited, slow laugh. "I didn't expect you to be tortured to death by your buyer, but instead fall into our hands again, giving me another chance to sell you."

The man in the suit stretched out his finger and brushed the burn wound on the unconscious man's forehead, which had turned into a scar. He said slowly, "Fate is so cruel to you, Shiyu."