Chapter 100 Chapter 100 Ling Ling, you can never get rid of me...
Just when Calvados was sweating profusely, another voice suddenly came from the earphone, a deeper and more sinister voice.
"stop."
It's rum!
Chianti and Colón instinctively released their grip on the triggers. Meanwhile, Calvados's heart finally settled.
The night before, or perhaps early this morning, Calvados suddenly received a call from Alsace. This is a rare opportunity.
Then, when he heard what Arthas wanted him to do, he was completely paralyzed.
Ambush and kill Akai Shuichi?
Was it such a hasty decision?
Of course, Calvados couldn't say no. Vermouth had done him a favor, and Arthas, who had a special relationship with Vermouth, was naturally someone he couldn't refuse.
How should I put it? For Calvados, who has a crush on Vermouth, he looks at Arthas as if he were his niece.
But Calvados was still worried. So after agreeing to Olga, he thought about it and called Vermouth late at night.
"Calvados? You better be busy calling at this hour."
Vermouth's slightly hoarse voice came from the other end of the receiver. Calvados, as an emotionally stable sniper, rarely missed a beat.
Of course, now is not the time to think about those things, he has more important things to say.
Calvados later wondered if Alsace hadn't come directly to him, instead of pretending to be Champagne, asking for his assistance. Was it because she had anticipated that he would tell Vermouth? Had she, from the very beginning... wanted Vermouth to know?
In short, after hearing about Alsace's plan, there was silence on the other end of the phone for a long time.
It was a long time before Calvados heard Vermouth's voice again. Unlike her previous lazy and casual tone, this time her tone was calm and composed:
"Just do as she says, Calvados. As long as she stays alive."
Then there was a dead tone in the receiver, and Vermouth had hung up the phone.
Looking back on the matter now, Calvados quickly understood why Rum suddenly appeared in their communication channel and intervened in the matter.
I think Vermouth had already informed Rum about this incident.
*
Chianti's surprised voice belatedly came to my ears: "Rum? Why are you——"
Before Chianti could finish, Rum interrupted her impatiently: "Now, the three of you, retreat immediately! I'll let someone else deal with this mess, the three of you, retreat immediately!"
Actually, Rum was also very irritable. He had suddenly received instructions from the boss not long ago - to end this farce and - absolutely! Absolutely not let Arthas die!
What death? What's this farce? What's that little brat Arthas up to?
After quickly understanding the whole picture, Rum gradually became angry.
This little brat only knows how to stir up trouble all day long!
Well, now we don’t know whether Miyano Akemi is dead or not, but it is predictable that Shirley will definitely not work for the organization as honestly and diligently as before - she was already very dissatisfied with the organization because the organization used her undeveloped medicine directly on living humans.
After this incident, it is unclear how much leverage Shirley needs to be given before she is willing to temporarily put aside her dissatisfaction and continue to work for the organization.
What about the little devil himself?
She was actually taken hostage by Akai Shuichi!!!
"Chase them!" Rum ordered in another channel, "Bourbon, no matter what, we must take back Alsace!"
"yes!"
That reliable and resolute voice came from the headset. It could be said that every time Rum heard Bourbon's voice, his heart would immediately relax. This person's business ability was beyond reproach.
But why only let go halfway?
Because there is always the unstable variable of Alsace, interfering with Bourbon!
*
Judy had just driven through the intersection when a dozen cars from both sides of the intersection caught up with her.
Judy struggled to steer the wheel, trying to avoid the barrage of bullets from behind, while glancing at the rearview mirror with some worry. She was worried about Akai Shuichi's condition.
In the back seat of the car, the red-haired devil was tied up and thrown on one side. On the other side, Akai Shuichi held Miyano Akemi with one hand, pressed hard on her wound with the other hand, and kept talking to her.
"Mingmei, don't fall asleep yet, we'll be there soon."
"Don't sleep, look at me, Mingmei, look at me!"
"Mingmei! Ming--"
"Shut up." Olga was tied up, but her mouth wasn't sealed. Even at this point, she still wanted to provoke Akai Shuichi, "Anyway, you were just using her to infiltrate the organization, so why are you pretending to be so affectionate now? Or are you really in love with her? Ha, this is ridiculous—"
"Shut up! Champagne." Akai Shuichi didn't even shift his gaze from Miyano Akemi to Olga. But his voice was frighteningly cold, especially the two words he uttered.
Olga was stunned for a rare moment: "Huh? What are you talking about? You think I'm champagne? But champagne has been opened since thirty years ago-"
"So much talk, are you feeling guilty?"
Akai Shuichi finally raised his head, his cold eyes devoid of any warmth. This was the first time Olga had seen such tangible, undisguised murderous intent in him.
"Bourbon, you know? You are champagne."
Olga gritted her teeth and stared at Akai Shuichi coldly, the disguised expression on her face finally disappearing completely.
Seeing this, Akai Shuichi just sneered: "Huh, so you get scared sometimes too."
He was about to say something else when he suddenly felt his sleeve being tugged by an almost insignificant force.
"What?"
Judy noticed from the rearview mirror that Shuichi Akai didn't hesitate for a moment, but immediately bent down and put his ear close to the poor, dying woman.
In her last moments, she grasped Akai Shuichi's sleeve tightly with her blood-stained hand and whispered something in his ear.
Judy noticed that Akai Shuichi's eyes had changed. He looked up at Olga again, and this time, the look in his eyes was more complicated, not just hatred and anger.
And in his arms, the poor woman was already... completely dead.
Sudden,
There was another "bang" sound. Judy had to come back to her senses, brake suddenly, and kept turning the steering wheel.
But the car seemed to be completely out of control and continued to slide forward rapidly, accompanied by the harsh sound of the wheels rubbing against the asphalt road.
Everyone inside the car could feel it tilting slightly to the right rear. It must have been a flat tire.
"Show! What should I do?"
After all, Judy is not Carmel, and her driving skills are just so-so. She was at a loss for a moment - if she continued like this, the car might just flip over!
Akai Shuichi looked through the rear window at the pursuing vehicle and vaguely saw a familiar blond hair.
Bourbon.
"--cut!"
After just a moment's hesitation, Akai Shuichi pushed open the door of the high-speed car amid Judy's exclamation. Then, he kicked Olga out.
"Don't stop, keep accelerating, and pay attention to the direction!" He yelled at the stunned Judy amid the noisy wind, while leaning forward and slamming the car door shut.
On the other hand, Olga never expected that Shuichi Akai would kick her out of the car so easily.
So, without any preparation and tied up, she was thrown from the speeding car and fell onto the hard and rough asphalt road. The back of her head hit the ground hard, and she rolled around for a long distance before she finally stopped.
By then, her exposed skin—her arms, forehead, cheeks, knees, and calves—had been scraped and bruised, with gravel from the road embedded in her flesh. The areas covered by her clothes were no better, with large bruises covering them.
But she was tied up and in such a miserable situation that she could only curl up sideways in the middle of the road and couldn't even get up by herself.
Chi, well, show, one!
The dozen or so cars that were originally chasing Akai Shuichi braked one after another and stopped around Olga, forming a semi-encirclement of protection.
From the car in front, a familiar figure pushed open the door and rushed towards her almost at the moment the car stopped.
"Olia!"
"Lingling." The moment Olga heard that voice, her nose felt sore and tears started flowing. "Lingling, it hurts so much!"
Even though she had done something bad, she still cried as if she was wronged.
Fūya Rei wiped away the tears from the corners of Olga's eyes with his fingertips, and first cut the ropes that tied her body, causing Olga to gasp again.
"Don't be afraid, I'll take you to the hospital right away, Olya, you're fine now."
Furiya Rei seemed to want to pick her up. However, her body was covered with wounds of all sizes, and he didn't know where to start. He was afraid that touching any wound would make Olga, who was always sensitive to pain, even more uncomfortable. His hands froze in mid-air.
In fact, Olga is not afraid of pain.
Just because it was Rei Furuya who appeared here at this moment, she cried.
*
Olga was admitted to a luxury ward in a private hospital funded by an organization.
In fact, the injuries on her body only looked serious. Most of them were just scratches. According to Olga's recovery ability, even the scars would be invisible in less than a week.
But a week later, Olga was still lying in bed, listless.
She is thinking.
These days, she would think of what Akai Shuichi said in the car from time to time:
'Bourbon, you know? You are champagne.'
No, he couldn't know.
Olga turned over in the bed again, half of her face was hidden in the quilt, she curled up and bit her thumb nail unconsciously.
Only he, only Ling Ling, cannot know.
She had to find a way. She had to find a way to make sure that Furuya Rei could never get rid of her.
Just as I was thinking this, I heard the sound of a door opening behind me.
It's down to zero.
It will only make the valley zero.
Only this person would come to visit her and accompany her every day no matter how busy he was.
Only this person.
She will never let go.
*
Olga stayed in the hospital for two more days.
Finally, on a gloomy rainy day, when she was sitting on the bay window with her knees bent, looking at the fine rain and the blurred city scene outside the window, she suddenly remembered something.
The night before she kidnapped Akemi Miyano and lured Shuichi Akai to her death, she sent someone to track Akemi Miyano's whereabouts.
Miyano Akemi's range of activities was limited. It had always been this way. The places she visited were always monotonous, or perhaps, rather, boring.
But that night, his subordinates reported that Akemi Miyano had visited a man who was said to be an old friend of the Miyano couple, and his name seemed to be Dejima or something, and he had opened a small company, which was a research institute.
Akemi Miyano is dead.
Olga looked out the window at the heavy rain and the gray sky, vaguely seeing her own shadow reflected in the glass, and was stunned for a moment.
Did she... tell President Dejima anything she shouldn't have?
Olga jumped down from the bay window, opened the wardrobe in the ward, picked out a long-sleeved sweatshirt and a pair of shorts to change into, found the address of President Dejima's research institute on her mobile phone, put on the hood of the sweatshirt, put her hands in her pockets, and hurried into the rain.
Perhaps it was because she had been lying in the hospital for too long and had lost her vigilance; perhaps it was because the heavy rain had reduced her perception; or perhaps it was because she was preoccupied and her mind was in a trance. In short, Olga did not notice what she should have noticed.
For example, that touch of gold.
*
President Dejima's research institute is not far away. It's about a ten-minute walk away.
Olga stood across the street and looked up at the old two-story building - the second floor was President Dejima's laboratory. The lights were not on and the window glass was wiped clean, but because of the heavy rain, the layers of water made it impossible to see the interior of the house.
Olga stood at the stairs, hesitated for a moment, and then stepped onto the stairs.
Akemi Miyano is dead.
Her hands in her pockets clenched into fists.
She had no intention of letting Miyano Akemi die. It wasn't just because of Shirley.
*
This old-fashioned door lock was easy to open. Olga took out the credit card she had brought with her, inserted it into the crack of the door, and swiped it downwards.
“Click—”
The door opened.
Olga walked into the dim room without turning on the lights.
Perhaps it was because it was Sunday, or perhaps it was because of the heavy rain, but the institute was deserted. In the small space, a few scattered workstations were littered with paper documents.
None of this.
Olga took off her hood and casually pushed back her rain-soaked hair.
She looked around the small research institute with her eyes that appeared almost dark green in the dim light.
Not at the workstation, not on the bookshelf, not in the laboratory... If Akemi Miyano left any actual items behind, rather than just saying something to President Dejima, the items should be there—
Olga turned her gaze towards the toilet.
Half a minute later, she pulled out a pile of tapes wrapped in waterproof bags from the toilet tank.
That's right. Given Miyano Akemi's personality, she wouldn't have told President Dejima anything—that would only put the innocent president in danger. So, she could only have used the excuse of visiting her parents and old friends to hide something, something the organization couldn't find, in a place they wouldn't, wouldn't, bother to even think of.
Olga pinched the waterproof bag with two fingers. After hesitating for a moment, she opened it and pulled out a cassette at random.
She remembered that there was a tape recorder in this institute, she had just seen it.
Olga returned to the research institute, pulled out a chair in front of a workstation, stood in front of the table, turned on the power, and put the tape into the tape player.
She wasn't very good at using this ancient device, so she fiddled with it for a while before finally seeing the tape inside the machine start to slowly rotate.
"Shiho,——"
The moment the tape recorder made a sound, Olga realized that this was... something that Elena Miyano left for Shirley.
Will there be information about the organization?
The probability is very small. This is a rational judgment.
She placed her index finger on the stop button for a long time but never pressed it.
She stood alone at her workstation, listening to the tapes reel by reel. Until—
Tape Volume 18.
When the tape was almost at the end, Olga suddenly paused, rewound the tape a little, and canceled the speed.
Then, rewind a second time, a third time, a fourth time, a...
Until after who knows how many times, the slight "click" sound of the tape finishing playing woke Olga up.
She laughed suddenly and briefly, which seemed particularly ironic in the small and quiet room.
Then she rewound the tape to the beginning, took it out of the tape player, put it back into the waterproof bag, and threw it back into the water tank along with the other tapes.
"boring."
She put her hood back on and left the institute without looking back.
What Olga didn't notice was that not long after she left President Dejima's lab, a familiar figure arrived. A hint of short blond hair peeked out from beneath the hood of his jacket and cap.
Naturally, he found the tapes and played them one by one from the beginning, then he was also stunned at the end of Volume 18.
He heard a secret. A secret about Olga's life experience.
This would explain her dazed look when she left just now.
No, it should be said that it could also explain her absent-mindedness and abnormality in the past few days.
But, I didn’t expect…
He rewound the tape to the beginning and took it out of the tape player. He stared at the tape in his hand for a long moment before putting it back into the waterproof bag, where it belonged.
I didn't expect it to be like this.
There had always been similar rumors within the organization. She must have heard quite a few of them...
*
Olga did not return to the hospital.
After wandering aimlessly on the street for a while, she unknowingly arrived at the apartment building where Rei Furuya currently lived.
She looked up and counted up the floors. There were no lights on the 27th floor, so he wasn't home.
Olga took the elevator to the 27th floor, entered the password skillfully, opened and closed the door, leaving a trail of water on the floor of the clean apartment.
She stripped off her clothes and tossed them to the floor. Sweatshirt, shorts, underwear, shoes and socks. Finally, naked, she walked into the master bedroom bathroom, stood under the shower, tilted her head back, and turned on the shower.
Hot water poured down on my head, warming my skin which had been chilled by the rain, until it turned a light pink from the heat.
The contents of the tape kept replaying in her mind, word for word, especially the last part of Volume 18. For the first time, Olga hated her exceptional memory so much.
She couldn't get Elena Miyano's voice out of her mind, so she could only empty her mind and try to turn her attention to other parts of the tape. At least not the last part of Volume 18.
Ah, so in the 18th tape, Miyano Elena also asked Shirley if she had a crush on someone? Was she in a relationship?
So boring.
Miyano Akemi did fall in love, but the man she loved was her cousin. In the end, she died in the arms of the man who was both her brother and her lover.
Look, if they hadn't been in a relationship, none of this would have happened, and Akemi Miyano might still be alive and well.
The person you like, falling in love, getting married...
ha.
Boring.
Extremely boring.
Twenty minutes later, Olga brushed her hair back, grabbed a towel hanging on the rack, wrapped herself in it, and walked out of the bathroom.
The clothes that had been thrown on the floor had been picked up. Furuya Rei had returned.
Before she could search for the figure in the apartment, the next second, someone covered her head with a towel from behind, and gently diluted the water droplets on her hair along the veins of her hair.
He didn't need to say anything. Just by the movements, by the force with which he touched her hair, she knew who he was.
“Zero…”
Olga looked up. The familiar, gentle figure, the one she couldn't get enough of, was instantly reflected in those emerald eyes. Suddenly, she had an idea:
"Celebrate my birthday with me. My eighteenth birthday."
The person behind him didn't hesitate at all, just as usual, without hesitation:
"good."
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