Chapter 151 Kazami: Did I see it again...?

Upon hearing this, Furuya Rei merely raised an eyebrow, a knowing glint flashing in his purplish-gray eyes.

He said the two gunshots sounded a bit strange; he'd initially thought Hiro had arrived too. Turns out it was Akai?

“If Akai guessed it, he guessed it,” Furuya Rei said casually. “He’ll find out sooner or later anyway.”

It's fine to speculate, at least there won't be the farce of the FBI's planned ambush of Bourbon.

He didn't want his undercover mission to end prematurely for such a ridiculous reason.

That's such a misunderstanding.

"Let's leave here first."

Rei Furuya looked around to make sure there were no signs of being followed, then his gaze fell on Ikuya Nekono's motorcycle parked not far away.

“My car is still parked at the warehouse, and I can’t go get it for now.” He turned to Nekono Ikuya, a serious smile that was both helpless and matter-of-fact. “Looks like I’ll have to hitch a ride with you.”

Nekono Ikuya didn't reply immediately. He tilted his head slightly, his unruly wolf tail swaying gently with the movement.

The light in the corner was dim, casting a half-light and half-shadow on his handsome profile, blurring his sharp, aggressive look, but making his obsidian-like eyes appear even deeper and more focused.

His gaze lingered on Furuya Rei's face for a moment before a slow, deliberate smile curved his lips. He said lazily and deliberately, "Hmm? My pleasure~"

He spoke those few simple words with a magnetic and captivating quality.

Nekono Ikuya: Just a little flirting.

Rei Furuya's eyes flickered slightly, sensing the subtle flirtation, and his smile deepened.

The two walked one after the other toward the sleek black motorcycle.

With a swift movement, Nekono Ikuya straddled the front of the vehicle and sat firmly. He reached for another black helmet that he had prepared beforehand and tossed it to Furuya Rei: "Get on."

Rei Furuya took the helmet and put it on, then took the guitar case from Ikuya Nekono's back and carried it on his own back. He then sat on the back seat after her, his arms naturally wrapping around Ikuya Nekono's waist.

Then he leaned slightly closer to Nekono Ikuya's ear and chuckled softly in a voice only the two of them could hear: "Then I'll leave it to you, sir~"

Rei Furuya: Flirt back.

Nekono Ikumi's ears twitched, and a silent smile crept onto her lips beneath her helmet.

He didn't turn around, he just twisted the accelerator.

The motorcycle engine emitted a deep, powerful roar as it carried the two people away from the abandoned area and quickly merged into the city traffic.

The wind whistled past his ears, but the helmet effectively blocked out the noise. Rei Furuya's arms were wrapped around Ikuya Nekono's waist, and he could feel the warmth of Ikuya's body and her lean, supple waistline through the leather jacket.

After driving for a while, the wind noise seemed to have decreased somewhat, and Nekono Ikuya's voice was clearly heard by Furuya Rei through the helmet's built-in communication system.

"Speaking of which, what's the story behind that list?"

Nekono Ikuya tilted her head slightly, looking ahead through her goggles, but her attention was clearly on Furuya Rei behind her.

"Your name is on that list. How did this happen? I remember this wasn't part of the plan you mentioned to me before."

This problem had been bothering him for a while.

He was well aware of the police's plan; the fake list, which contained no undercover agents and consisted entirely of genuine alcohol, was merely intended to incite internal strife within the organization.

Why would they let their own people in when they could proceed steadily and surely?

There's definitely something wrong.

The arm around his waist tightened, and a deep voice, equally puzzled, came from beside him: "I'm wondering too."

"The list was personally drafted by Hiro and me. The candidates were carefully selected and were all people who had aroused Rum's suspicion or had old grudges with the higher-ups. I myself was definitely not on it."

He said, "I have no need to, and will not, put myself in this situation at a time that would increase unnecessary risk; it doesn't fit the plan."

The police wouldn't allow him to do that, and Ikuya and Hiro certainly wouldn't approve.

His future in the organization was "bright," and there was really no need for him to take this risk.

Rei Furuya frowned slightly; this was an unexpected variable in the plan.

"That's very strange." Nekono Ikuya skillfully maneuvered her motorcycle through the traffic. "It couldn't have been Curaçao who added it without permission, could it? Do you have some old grudge against her?"

Was Zero framed by members of an evil organization?

If someone adds the names of disliked colleagues from the organization to the list of undercover agents sent back, then that organization member is very malicious.

Although it was by sheer chance that Zero was indeed an undercover agent.

“No, no. I’ve barely even met her a few times,” Rei Furuya immediately retorted, his tone firm.

Rei Furuya recalled their few interactions, "Rum always kept a close eye on Curaçao, forbidding her from having too much private contact with other codename members, especially someone like me... well, a quick-witted intelligence expert." His tone was slightly embarrassed.

Nekono Ikuya chuckled: "Ha, is that so?"

A quick-witted intelligence expert? His eyes narrowed beneath his helmet.

That's a very tactful way to put it.

"Isn't he a top-tier succubus who's bisexual, loves collecting stamps, is skilled at honey traps, and is rumored to be able to subtly seduce people, making many within the organization wary of him?" Nekono Ikumi silently added in her mind.

He recalled the description of Curaçao that Rei Furuya had told him, saying she was a woman of exceptional ability and striking beauty.

With outstanding abilities and striking good looks, he fits the hunting preferences of Bourbon in the eyes of the organizers.

The reason Rum kept such a close watch on her and prevented high-risk individuals like Bourbon from getting close was self-evident.

With Curaçao's astonishing photographic memory, how many of the organization's, especially Rum's, core secrets are stored in her mind?

Given Bourbon's reputation within the organization for being "ruthless in achieving his goals," "sweet-talking at will," and even "always having his lovers die tragically," it's perfectly reasonable for Rum to be so vigilant!

I can picture Rum sternly warning Curaçao to "stay away from Bourbon"...

"Pfft..." Nekono Ikumi couldn't help but let out another muffled laugh, and her shoulders trembled slightly.

That's so funny!

Hahaha.

Bourbon, who was considered the biggest culprit in the organization's reputation crash, showed no remorse whatsoever.

Rei Furuya immediately noticed, tightening his arms around Ikuya Nekono's waist and nuzzling his chin against his shoulder in dissatisfaction, his voice carrying a hint of annoyance and accusation after being teased: "Ikuya... are you laughing at me?"

"No way." Nekono Ikuya immediately denied it, trying to make his voice sound serious, but the rising intonation at the end and his still slightly trembling body betrayed him.

"Really?" Furuya Rei asked, feeling the slight tremor in the waist and abdomen of Nekono Ikuya in his palm.

Jianggu Ling: "..."

Her purplish-gray eyes narrowed where Nekono Ikuya couldn't see.

Hmph, still trying to argue!

With a threatening tone, he lightly scratched a sensitive spot on Nekono Ikuya's side with his fingers.

"Hey!" Nekono Ikumi's back went weak, and she almost lost control of the car. She quickly begged for mercy, "Stop messing around! We're driving! How can you harass the driver?"

Having recovered, he finally couldn't hold back any longer, and a clear, resonant laugh rang out, carried by the wind: "Hahaha! Sorry, Zero, but... but I imagined Rum with a stern face, seriously warning Curaçao, 'Stay away from Bourbon, that guy is dangerous, the more handsome the man, the more likely he is to lie.' Hahaha, just thinking about that scene..."

It's so funny just thinking about it.

He laughed heartily, and you could even feel the vibrations coming from Furuya Rei's chest behind him. It was hard to tell whether he was angry or couldn't help but laugh too.

"Hey!" Furuya Rei's ears were burning a little. He reached out and lightly pinched Nekono Ikuya's side in retaliation, his tone even more resentful. "How can you blame me? Who's the culprit? I'm very loyal, okay!" At this point, Nekono Ikuya had already slowed down his car. He wasn't worried about a car accident.

Regarding reputation, Furuya Rei had long since given up on salvaging Bourbon's public image, and even frequently used it in a self-destructive way.

For example, his outrageous remarks in front of Vermouth.

But Nekono Ikuya, who loves to watch the drama unfold and occasionally (not just occasionally) leads the teasing like she is now, is really going too far.

Rei Furuya's Resentment: Bad Cat Wild!

Okay, verification complete. The vibration that Furuya Rei felt in his chest just now was air.

Rei Furuya: ...I'm not that angry. The image of Rum's stern warning face, brought up by Ikuya Nekono, almost made me laugh. I guess I was a mix of anger and laughter.

Zero certainty about the valley: fifty-fifty.

Akai Shuichi:?

Nekono Ikuya showed no restraint, his face displaying a carefree and bright smile.

He freed one hand and patted the mischievous hand on his waist reassuringly: "Yes, yes, our Mr. Furuya is the most devoted, he only has his heart set on me, okay?"

This sounds like a compliment, yet it's true, tinged with a sweet teasing.

Rei Furuya snorted and didn't argue back. He just buried his face deeper into Ikuya Nekono's neck and wrapped his arms around her tighter, as if he wanted to take back all the "grievances" he had just been teased for through this hug.

"In short," he concluded, "although the process was a bit unexpected, the result so far isn't bad."

“Yes,” Nekono Ikuya breathed a sigh of relief, enjoying the embrace, “at least you’re safe and sound.” That’s the most important thing.

Rei Furuya smiled slightly upon hearing this, then narrowed his eyes slightly.

Curaçao obeyed Rum. Although he had no grudge against Curaçao, Rum was wary of him, but he had been struggling to find any fault with him.

He had just learned a few days ago that the broker at the previous art exhibition had actually switched sides to Rum.

...Another test.

Could the addition of his name to the list be a gesture from Rum?

...

The motorcycle slowly came to a stop at a quiet street corner. Not far away, an inconspicuous black sedan was parked, belonging to Kazami Yuya.

Nekono Ikuya braced himself on one foot, stabilizing the motorcycle. Furuya Rei released his arm from around Nekono's waist, a hint of lingering affection in his gesture.

He strode off the bus, took the violin case he had been carrying the whole way off his shoulder, and handed it back to Nekono Ikuya.

Nekono Ikuya took the violin case and exchanged glances with Furuya Rei.

He raised his hand and very naturally smoothed a strand of hair on Furuya Rei's forehead that had been messed up by the helmet.

Rei Furuya tilted his head slightly and rubbed his fingertips against Ikuya Nekono's.

The interaction between the two was natural and intimate, flowing with an unspoken bond, as if an invisible aura separated them from their surroundings.

"I'm leaving," Furuya Rei said in a low voice, sounding unhappy.

"Okay, be careful." Nekono Ikuya nodded, also somewhat reluctant.

Kazami Yuya in the car not far away: "..."

Kazami Yuya rubbed his eyes: "!!!"

Σ(っ°Д °;)っDid he see something amazing again? (Yūya Kazami: Huh, why did I say "again"?)