Chapter 17 The winery is open! FBI!

The suggestion of approaching the target by disguising themselves as a family was naturally not adopted.

"The target will be attending a business dinner tonight. Scotland and I will get his fingerprints."

Amuro Toru moved his index finger, which was resting on the route on the unfolded map, toward another location marked in red. He looked up at the player and Akai Shuichi and said, "You are responsible for infiltrating the target residence and investigating the situation."

Fushimi Kyoki: Chew, chew...

Seeing that no one objected to the plan, Amuro Toru continued, "And confirm the target's recent close interpersonal relationships and emails sent and received..."

Fushimi Kyoki: Chew, chew, chew...

"..." Amuro Toru paused patiently, exhaled and calmed down, "Scotland and I will keep an eye on the target, and will notify you in time if any emergency occurs."

chew……

He looked at the player who kept stuffing gum into his mouth with unbearable patience, his cheeks bulging with obvious outlines, and he still insisted on chewing.

"...What are you doing?" He has not stopped since just now.

"Hmm?"

After confirming that the other party was asking her, Fushimi Kyoki pulled out a bug from the backpack at his feet that contained various firearms and weapons: "Use chewed gum to stick the bug anywhere."

"..." Amuro Toru was silent for a moment, maintaining the smooth professionalism of an intelligence officer, and spoke tactfully, "Usually, they would choose to find a suitable opportunity and place the eavesdropping device directly on the target, such as in their pocket."

In short, there is no need to use chewing gum to fix it. Do you think this is a movie?

Chew, chew, chew...

Fushimi Kyoji stopped moving his mouth and his eyes were dull.

Then what was the point of her half-day efforts?

Is her teeth good?

It was not difficult for them to get two invitations to a business banquet through some less legal channels.

There is a noticeable height difference between the player and Shuichi Akai. Even if they appear together in front of people and are only seen by accident, it will still leave a certain impression in the player's memory.

The final plan was for Toru Amuro and Scotland to disguise themselves as waiters, sneak into the dinner party, and report the target's situation to the player and Shuichi Akai in real time.

The priority of this operation for the two players is to collect intelligence, mainly through infiltration.

Shuichi Akai didn't carry a sniper rifle.

After Toru Amuro and Scotland had already taken action and before they were about to leave, Shuichi Akai took off the backpack on his shoulders and opened it.

Fushimi Kyoji squatted on the side and watched him take out items that did not fit his cool guy image, or were... too common in daily life.

Hair ties, shoe covers and...what is this?

Pinching the thin film that was not as thick as paper, the translucent material allowed Fushimi Kyoji to see the vague outline of the man in front of him through it.

Shuichi Akai silently demonstrated to the players, peeling off the anti-stick strip and sticking the sticky side on the fingertips.

……I see!

Fushimi Kyoji followed suit, rubbing his fingers against each other and feeling a slight resistance. The other side seemed to have a frosted texture.

By covering the lines on your fingertips, you won't accidentally leave your fingerprints somewhere, and you won't have the inconvenience of wearing gloves that affects your finger flexibility.

Players tie their hair behind their heads with a hair tie, making sure no hair falls out, and they're done.

If the target notices something unusual because the hair falls at the scene, affecting the efficiency of the mission, Gin will definitely put a gun to the player's forehead and ask in a chilling tone if the player wants to die.

For someone with waist-length hair like Shuichi Akai, a bun would be too cumbersome.

Her long raven-black hair was flowing and shiny, and it was obvious that she took good care of it.

Fushimi Kyoki: Stare...

I don't know what it feels like to touch.

The player has the same curiosity about Gin, but every time she wants to sneak a sneak peek, a cold gun muzzle is pressed against her forehead.

When Vermouth is in a good mood, she is particularly easy to talk to, and like a lazy and noble queen, she allows her shiny golden hair to be stroked.

It feels smoother than the player's own hair.

"Do you need help tying your hair?" the player suggested eagerly, holding a hair tie.

There was a gleam of anticipation in her light blue eyes, and she stared at him intently, as if she would cheer joyfully the next second if he agreed.

Akai Shuichi lowered his eyes, reached out to take the hair tie from her hand, and tied her long hair tightly with a few simple strokes. His mood was written on his face, and his teammate, whose expression of expectation was instantly blank, passed by him and said, "Let's go."

Uh...huh?

The feeling of loss came to an abrupt end before it even started.

The curve created by Shuichi Akai's movements and the tilted ends of his hair casually brushed against Kyoji Fushimi's raised hand.

She grasped it instinctively.

Smooth jet-black hair fell from between fingers.

There was a layer of insulation on my fingers, so I didn't feel any specific touch, I just felt a cool sensation passing across my skin.

Eh——?!

So, should this be considered as touching it, or not?

…………

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In the pitch-black night, illuminated only by the cold white light of the street lamps at a distance, two figures climbed over the fence one after another, landed silently and steadily on the ground, and when they stood up, they did not forget to restore the fallen green plants to their original state.

There was no one else around except the players and Shuichi Akai, and they did not speak rashly to each other. The only sound throughout was each other's slow or heavy breathing.

Fushimi Kyoji stopped in front of the closed main door, looked up, and saw that the windows on the second floor were also closed.

Shuichi Akai gestured to her, then went around to the back of the villa in one direction, looking for an entrance.

Fushimi Kyoji didn't move.

Of course, the special training that Gin provides for players also includes lock picking.

However, the unlocking process has been simplified to following the arrows to move up, down, left and right. After completing the steps, the lock will open automatically with a "click".

Fushimi Kyoji didn't know what it would be like in practice.

Taking out the wire from his pocket, the player squatted down and slowly inserted the wire into the door lock.

Do not damage the door lock, be gentle...

"*【Perception】: 36 (Occasionally grasping a flash of insight, a vague intuition, often leading to unexpected results.)"

"* (You're poking around in the keyhole without any clear reason...)"

"* (Your intuition tells you that the lock tongue seems to be subtly different in the first three millimeters)"

"*(The wire barely managed to open the door under the rough lock. This lock might get stuck from time to time in the future, but you achieved your goal, didn't you?)"

The wire in his hand seemed to be guided by the rules and began to rotate on its own. There was a sound of metal friction, and the door in front of him slowly opened a gap to the outside.

A subtle chill approached from behind. Fushimi Kyoji turned her head. Akai Shuichi, who was standing silently behind her, lowered his eyes and watched her movements.

He stepped forward to check if there were any obvious marks left on the pried-open door lock, and after confirming, he and Fushimi Kyoji entered the villa one after another.

The two of them purposefully headed straight for the study room where the important documents were most likely stored.

First, insert the USB drive containing the cracking program into the computer, and a green progress bar will pop up on the screen indicating that the cracking is in progress.

During their investigation, they found an encrypted safe with a fingerprint lock under the desk.

To be on the safe side, neither the player nor Shuichi Akai touched the safe. The documents scattered on the surface contained lists of the target's contacts with other forces. If Gin had been in charge of this mission, based on these alone, the target would probably have become a corpse.

Shuichi Akai bent over, his green eyes flickering left and right, quickly writing down the information he saw on the document.

At the same time, he did not forget to take pictures of the contents with his thumb-sized spy camera every time he turned a page.

There might be some research on organization in it, but he didn't have time to analyze it line by line at the moment.

Not only those around him, but also those on the other side of the headset would ask about his progress from time to time.

If you delay your action for even a second, the organization's hyenas might sniff out the flaw.

"…How are you guys progressing?"

The sound quality of the headphones, which had only been able to hear vague human voices, suddenly became clear. It seemed that Amuro Toru took the equipment out of his clothes and reported the progress on his side in a tone that did not sound nervous at all.

"We successfully obtained the target's fingerprints. Scotland is watching here, perhaps you would like some off-field help?"

Akai Shuichi's gaze paused slightly.

With the target's fingerprint, the safe can be opened.

The person on the other side of the device seemed to mistake his acquiescence for resistance. In a tone that was easily audible, they boasted, "Ah, don't get me wrong. I don't mean to break you up. I just think three people might be more efficient than two."

Regarding Amuro Toru's ambiguous words that blurred the relationship between him and the girl, whether it was his personality in the organization or his intention to build a closer relationship with the players, Shuichi Akai had no intention of explaining.

He also noticed that the light figure disappeared from his sight at some point.

Outside the bedroom door, Shuichi Akai found her.

The childish girl pretended to look around at the situation.

He was clearly holding a real gun in his hand that could easily take someone's life, but the eager expression on his face made him look more like a child playing the role of a gun-wielding person.

Very cute. If the other person was not a member of the organization, he might think so.

In the next second, Akai Shuichi saw her kick open the half-closed door and shout in a voice that was deliberately lowered but could be heard clearly by those around her:

"—Open the door! FBI!"

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