Chapter 61: After faking my death at the winery, I met someone from the organization to replenish my medicine...

"Don't look so serious, Gin."

The beautiful, mature woman with a sharp edge wasn't in the least bit intimidated by Gin's cold expression. She raised her hand to ruffle her dazzling platinum hair and said suggestively, "Being taciturn isn't popular with young girls anymore. Perhaps you could try changing that?"

"Do I need someone to remind you to say less unnecessary words during the mission, Vermouth?" Gin frowned and ignored Vermouth's teasing.

Seeing that Gin didn't respond, Vermouth didn't feel embarrassed and turned her gaze to the other party.

I haven't seen her for a while, and she seems no different from before.

Standing among a group of crows, I still feel awkward, out of place and out of place.

Vermouth raised an eyebrow.

His eyes swept across the faces of everyone present.

Gin and Vodka, both of them are old people who are familiar with Black Label whisky, but even Bourbon didn't complain about it, which is very subtle.

The bright smile on Vermouth's lips remained unchanged, and the interest in her eyes was even stronger.

It seems that a lot of interesting things happened during her absence.

"I guess you didn't call us together just to listen to your discussion on the current ideal type of women?" Toru Amuro pretended to look at the people around him, and finally looked at Vermouth.

"Of course." Vermouth curled her lips and raised her phone, "The mission has been sent to your email."

Someone is needed to cooperate with Vermouth's operation and help her steal the source files of new energy development that the organization values.

The mission is not difficult. The only difficulty lies in how to succeed without arousing the target's suspicion.

Amuro Toru quickly scanned the room, his tone adding a touch of levity: "Wow, is this a government-funded vacation?"

Gin twitched the corner of his mouth and shifted his gaze to Amuro Toru.

"Just a joke." The moment he looked at him, Toru Amuro raised his hand and said with a smile.

Except for Vermouth, the group was simply disguised.

When he saw the luxury cruise ship slowly approaching the dock from the sea, Fushimi Kyoji's eyes widened slightly, and he equated this mission with collective team building in his mind.

Players cheered: "Yeah, company team building!"

Gin lowered his brows and glanced at the emotional Fushimi Kyoki.

But he heard Vodka standing next to him smile innocently: "You are still a child at heart..."

Gin frowned, but didn't say anything in the end.

It's a cruise ship!

Since he usually didn't have the chance to see it up close, Fushimi Kyoji looked left and right.

I was amazed at the level of detail in the game's modeling.

Vodka made sure the player didn't miss a step while handing over the invitation.

In accordance with her status as a big star, Vermouth entered the venue with her male companion.

They disguise themselves as senior executives in the organization's companies who are not often seen in the public eye, or as the head of a declining family.

It is worth mentioning that Toru Amuro’s identity was a waiter in the inner hall.

Why is Toru Amuro always assigned this kind of identity...

Vodka thought that maybe it had something to do with Bourbon's memorable hair color and skin color.

Choosing a service industry identity would at least make him less conspicuous.

"Differences between classes based on skin color are international discrimination and bullying!" players were outraged. The next second, Amuro said with a forced smile, "If they could stop arbitrarily tampering with my nationality and ethnicity, I would be extremely grateful."

Well……

Vodka couldn't help swallowing.

It turns out that the relationship between Fushimi and Bourbon is not as harmonious as he imagined.

"……snort."

Vodka quickly turned around to observe Gin's expression, but even after changing out of his windbreaker for a fitted suit of the same color, and wearing the top hat on his head without any awkwardness, he only saw that the curve of Gin's lips seemed to deepen slightly.

"Leave."

Then, he coldly ordered them to follow.

"Oh...oh!" Vodka realized belatedly that he was already some distance behind the other two and hurried to catch up.

Toru Amuro secretly provided convenience to Vermouth by using his identity as a waiter. As soon as Gin and Vodka entered the inner hall, they were like drops of water falling into the sea. Before leaving, they said a few words to the players and quickly disappeared into the crowd. No one knew where they went.

Of course, bringing the player along is not just to give her a chance to see the world.

Fushimi Kyoki was holding a handbag.

She was responsible for hacking into the cruise ship's network, tampering with surveillance footage, and covering up and finishing off the actions of Vermouth and others.

Curious eyes looked around and finally locked onto a corner with few people.

Perhaps because most of the people on the cruise ship had heard about the breakthrough in new energy development and came to the banquet with the intention of getting a piece of the pie, everyone they could see was holding a wine glass and looking around for their target, the dessert area was deserted.

It also allows Fushimi Kyoki to have the bar all to himself.

—Oh, excluding the wait staff who restock the shelves.

Place the computer on the table and click [Restore Monitoring Screen].

The surveillance footage was shuffled, divided into eight parts, and pieced together to form a nine-square grid.

The gray screen in the lower right corner represents a vacancy, and the surrounding surveillance screens can be moved.

The ultimate goal is to successfully restore the normal monitoring screen within the limited 60 seconds.

The players are concentrating seriously.

Left, left, up, right, down...

【You have timed out! 】

Seeing the players staring intently at the computer screen, not distracted by any external noise, the waiter hesitated to speak.

[Successfully cleared! Real-time monitoring has been successfully blocked!]

yes!

Fushimi Kyoji clenched his fist silently.

Who is the best player?

It’s me!

After closing the computer, the figure that had been nearby was also noticed by Fushimi Kyoji.

What catches the eye is the slightly curly short hair, non-aggressive facial features, and a pair of clear blue eyes.

Zhu Fu Jingguang stared at the pair of green eyes that gradually changed from confusion to clarity and finally to sudden enlightenment.

Amuro Toru's identity as a waiter allowed him to enter the cruise ship earlier than others. Under such circumstances, Morofushi Kagemitsu met Koujunran.

Upon learning that more members of the organization would board the cruise ship, Zhu Fujingguang realized that something was wrong.

There was no guarantee that his disguise could fool Vermouth.

If he had known in advance that someone he knew in the organization would appear on the cruise ship, he would never have taken the initiative to take on the task of gathering intelligence.

Leaving against the flow of people will attract unnecessary attention and make you more likely to be exposed.

Fortunately, Toru Amuro took Vermouth away in the name of a mission, preventing the two from facing the situation they encountered.

Morofushi Kagemitsu was waiting for a signal from Amuro Toru, which would mean it was safe and he could take the opportunity to escape.

result……

Met the player.

Zhu Fujingguang smiled flawlessly, holding a tray of juice in his hand, and asked politely in a strange tone, "Excuse me, is there anything you would like to drink?"

The frank gaze that makes people want to avoid it swept across his face inch by inch, and even gave rise to the illusion of burning.

Fushimi Kyo already recognized his current face.

Seeing him here, I can definitely understand the dilemma he's facing...

The player blinked. "Scotland."

ah.

Not at all.

Zhu Fujingguang had a thought in his mind: "As expected."

It was even within his expectations.

Should I be glad that she didn't call out the name "Zhufushi Jingguang" directly?

"Scotland?" A voice that was obviously male, different from the player's voice, suddenly sounded from behind.

Upon hearing the familiar voice, Zhu Fu Jingguang's pupils suddenly shrank, his body under his clothes instantly tensed up, he froze in place, his will seemed to be frozen, unable to think normally.

This sound is...

A tall, oppressive figure approached, and the orderly footsteps were like drumbeats on my heart, until he stopped beside me and ended abruptly.

The human heart is hanging in the air, neither going up nor down.

"Sorry, we don't sell alcohol to minors. Perhaps you would like a glass of orange juice?" Zhu Fujingguang didn't know if his tone sounded strange to others.

He wasn't sure if he could get away with it under Gin's nose, but at this moment, the cloth on his back was wet with cold sweat and stuck tightly to his skin.

but……

Gin didn't seem to notice him.

The fierce and pressured gaze just glanced at him indifferently, raised his hand to indicate that he didn't need any service, and let him go coldly, and no longer gave him any attention.

Zhu Fu Jingguang looked at the player deeply again and quietly left the sight of the two.

However, his steps were so slow that he could vaguely hear Gin's next words.

"I thought that executing Scotland personally represented your attitude." He said in a deep voice, and each word was pronounced slowly, as if he had pondered it over and over again before speaking.

Zhu Fu Jingguang finally turned around and took the risk of being discovered to take a look at the two of them.

Gin and her face were very close, almost touching, and at the wrong angle, it could easily be mistaken for a man and woman having an intimate relationship. However, there was no sense of ambiguity at all, more like an elder teaching his young successor in his own way.

Or perhaps it is a wild beast in nature that hunts with its cubs.

Morofushi Kagemitsu even absurdly felt the expectations that Gin had poured into Black Label whisky.

"Don't let me down, Black," he said.

Don't let him find out that Black Label has any sympathy or pity for the Japanese Public Security rats.

There shouldn't even be mourning.

Gin looked at the player who was looking at him sideways with an almost cold look.

The ferocious predator does not need to retract its fangs, but patiently combs the fur of its cub with its barbed tongue.

Two contradictory emotions, threat and warmth, exist between them at the same time.