Chapter 41 About Trading Partners

Moreover, Rum was still feeling sorry for Calvados's disappearance. Vermouth did return, but she refused to talk about anything that had happened to her, claiming that she didn't have enough authority to ask. Even Rum got a cold shoulder from her.

The blonde woman showed no signs of distress; her beautiful face still wore that enigmatic expression, though she had become much more silent.

After returning to the United States and announcing her retirement from acting, she secluded herself in a base in Tokyo, as if a monstrous beast were lurking outside.

What Bourbon found most puzzling was that if he was so afraid, why did he go back to Japan? Wouldn't it have been better to go to another country and hide far away?

Just as the organization's newly recruited codenamed member was about to stop the English whisky, a very familiar voice came from inside the park.

"Zero?"

The blond undercover agent immediately recognized the voice as that of Kenji Hagiwara, one of his former classmates. He casually looked around curiously, and after confirming that there was no one suspicious, he turned around to look at his old classmate.

After waving goodbye to the blond boy, Kenji Hagiwara felt that something was off. He felt unfamiliar with the current Honglu, but he saw a familiar shadow in the boy named Sinclair.

The police officer, who was about to head to the parade area, thought for a moment and turned back towards the entrance. It was still early, and he planned to find the blond boy to ask him some questions, but instead he saw another blond head that was slightly different in color.

Moreover, the golden-headed man was trying to strike up a conversation with another golden-headed man, but he was ignored.

Wild-caught Hachiman Furuya has appeared!

After graduation, he lost contact with Rei Furuya and Kagemitsu Morofushi. When he asked the instructors, they remained silent. They knew in their hearts that the two had gone to carry out some special mission, and they might even need to go into hiding.

So he didn't walk over directly, but instead called out his nickname without any specific meaning, like a tourist calling out to a fellow traveler, instead of his surname. He regretted it as soon as he said it. What if he was on a mission?

After confirming that there were no suspicious people nearby and watching as the figure of England Whiskey completely disappeared, the blond, dark-skinned young man walked towards the ticket gate like an ordinary tourist. When he passed by Kenji Hagiwara, he gave him a friendly smile that Rei Furuya would never show.

Wow...

If he hadn't known that his classmate was probably faking his identity, Kenji Hagiwara would have really wanted to shout, "Whoever you are, get off Kofuruya right now!"

Noticing that Furuya Rei winked at him, Hagiwara Kenji naturally picked up his phone and pretended to make a call. Like two unrelated tourists heading in the same direction, he followed behind the blond young man. However, it was true that they were heading in the same direction; a carnival parade would be held there tonight.

The silence continued, and just when Kenji Hagiwara thought it would go on forever, Rei Furuya, who was walking ahead, suddenly asked:

Do you know that blond foreign kid from earlier?

Kenji Hagiwara clearly wanted to find English whisky just like me, but he was distracted when he saw me.

When he realized that his contemporary, who might be going on some dangerous mission, also knew the boy who gave him a strange sense of familiarity, Kenji Hagiwara didn't answer but instead asked:

Do you know him too?

The blond youth walking in front of him suddenly distanced himself, leaving only a low voice saying, "Stay away from him."

He then merged into the crowd that was also waiting for tonight's parade and disappeared.

The man making the deal with Amuro Tooru was a middle-aged man whose attire was completely out of place in the amusement park. His style was somewhat similar to that of the staff. He was wearing a very formal striped suit, and his thick black hair was firmly fixed at the back of his head with hair gel. He was even holding a cane, looking like a nobleman from some foreign manor.

The man spoke first, introducing himself: "I am Abel."

“My code name is Bourbon Whiskey, and Mr. Rum has already introduced you to me.”

The formally dressed man was neither an aristocrat nor a wealthy businessman; he was a researcher, seemingly an expert on the soul and the brain—in short, a bit of a conman.

Rum repeatedly warned him that this was the BOSS's distinguished guest and that he should not be negligent and that whatever his needs were should be met. So he came, and as a talent who had survived under Barbaresco's control, all sorts of strange tasks were assigned to him.

Amuro Tooru strongly suspects that Rum is taking his anger out on him because he couldn't find any defectors and was scolded by the BOSS who suffered heavy losses.

The reason he could talk to English whisky so casually was because, for some reason, the BOSS lifted the kill order against them, and even Gin was ordered to behave himself.

"This is Herbert, my assistant."

A curly-haired man wearing a khaki shirt and a dark brown overcoat emerged from behind Abel. His clothes were all dark-colored, as if they had been filtered through an old photograph, which made Amuro Tooru completely unaware that there was someone hiding behind Abel at first.

The man named Herbert had short, curly black hair and a young-looking face, but Amuro Tooru couldn't tell his exact age. His demeanor was that of a young man, even with a subtle liveliness, as he looked at himself with a hint of curiosity.

However, his golden-brown eyes revealed a profound weight that did not match his appearance and demeanor, as if an old man who had experienced much had been forcibly stuffed into the body of a young man.

"Hello, I'm your assistant! You're the contact person sent by the organization A mentioned, right? Let me tell you..."

Herbert's tone was tinged with amusement, but he spoke so quickly! Amuro Tooru felt as if he heard a sentence slip through his mind in a blur, and he even needed a moment to process what he had said.

That speaking speed is a bit too much!

"Please, please stop for a moment!"

For the sake of his own mind, Amuro Tooru stopped the incessant chatter of Herbert. This man was terrifying, a terror unlike Barbaresco's. Barbaresco killed you physically, while this assistant destroyed you mentally.

Who is A? Abel?

Amuro Tooru's mission was to obtain a special document, and it would be even better if he could bring Abel into the organization's research institute. Thinking of Rum's instructions, he tried to smile and say something, but then he saw his target make a shushing gesture.

As darkness fell, the crimson sunset faded, leaving only its afterglow that painted the sky a magnificent purple. The grand carnival parade began...

The parade was a dark gothic style, similar to the overall theme of the amusement park, a veritable sea of ​​purple and black. The staff in charge of the parade wore somewhat extravagant formal wear and surrounded the main characters on the "floats," including a princess with a parasol and a prince standing guard beside her.

Amuro Tooru, influenced by Abel's actions, also turned his attention to the parade. For some reason, he felt that one of the main characters, the prince, was a bit timid and hesitant.

"...Is it uneven?"

The well-dressed man beside me stroked the handle of his cane and whispered something, the music from the amusement park drowning out his words.

Unlike Abel, who was enjoying the performance, Herbert seemed rather uninterested. He was idly opening and closing the watch case, which he had taken out of his breast pocket and had an hourglass painted on it.

Only after the float, which resembled a giant spider, had disappeared into the distance did they look at Amuro Tooru again and continue their previous conversation.

Before Amuro Tooru could resume the conversation, Abel said:

“I know what you want. I can join your organization, but only if I can meet your real boss. In your words, I need to meet your godfather, not some second-in-command.”

Amuro understood. Abel wanted to contact the BOSS directly, not Rum. According to our rules, what did he take the organization for? The Italian Mafia?

He had no choice but to agree. Rum's intention was clear: grant any request made by a man, and lure him in first.

"Thank you all for your hard work. That concludes our workday. Department heads, please leave your staff on duty. The rest of the employees can rest now."

Every loudspeaker in the facility was broadcasting this reassuring news; they had never found the secretary's usually cold voice so beautiful, like heavenly music.

The supervisor, who had been working overtime and had lost track of time, looked at the only red-haired young man remaining in the house above ground and asked:

"Have Mr. Shakespeare and Mr. Camus already left?"

It was late at night, and only a few stars shone in the quiet suburbs. The La Mancha amusement park not far away was also completely silent.

"They left around seven o'clock."

Cervantes lay on the table, his eyes still fixed on the television hanging on the wall, without even turning his head.

What are you watching? When did they install a TV here?

X, curious, walked up behind the red-haired youth and looked at the wall...

Wow, which genius is putting Lobotomy Corporation's promotional video here? I'd like to appoint this genius as the head of Lobotomy Corporation's publicity department!

The series of benefits were tempting, but what about the cost? Not a single cost was mentioned.

"Supervisor? Are you here?"

The little girl's voice came from the elevator; it belonged to Tipereth A, one of the ministers of the Central Headquarters.

"Lisa, what brings you up here?"

Upon hearing the response, the little girl came running over, grabbed the edge of the white coat, and looked a little annoyed:

"Why did you leave without even saying goodbye?!"

She thought about how she had just planned to invite him to dinner with her and Enoch, just like she had done when he was still at the company, only to find the monitoring room empty.

She thought... he had left again without permission...

X was momentarily stunned. Wasn't it after work hours? Couldn't he leave his post now? But faced with the almost coquettish little girl, he hurriedly squatted down to comfort her. After agreeing to a series of outrageous promises, X took Lisa's hand and they returned to the underground facility to take the children to eat.

Cervantes secretly observed why this little girl was so close to X. Even his own superpower gave him this feeling, and X also seemed to be working hard without complaint.

And why would there be such a big child in this terrifying company?! Could she actually be X's daughter? He doesn't seem like he has a child that big.

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Author's note: I turn on my computer, open the game, the game has a bug, so I open my writing software and start writing.

I confess, I should have just gone straight to writing.

[Pigeon]