Chapter 50 Chapter 50 I want a male mother!
"Anyway, whether it's a relationship between a couple or a parent-child relationship, it's all the same!"
Amuro Toru: “…” It’s quite different!
Amuro Toru didn't expect Olga to still be struggling with this issue. He wiped his face tiredly and put his hands on the steering wheel: "Do you want to keep up?"
He was here to assist Olga in completing this task, so the decision still needed to be made by Olga.
"What's there to follow?" Olga sounded unhappy. Before Amuro Toru could say anything else, she opened the car door and got out.
"Hey - Oria." Toru Amuro had no choice but to turn off the car and quickly catch up.
*
Olga entered the cafe where Rena Mizunashi had just been, and then... she froze at the front desk.
She tugged at the corner of Amuro Toru's clothes, and when he leaned over to listen, she whispered to him, "What's on the menu?"
Amuro Toru almost laughed out loud. Faced with Olga's unhappy look, he translated for her with his shoulders trembling slightly. Olga's Japanese was now good enough for daily communication, but she still needed to work hard to understand the fancy menus in coffee shops.
Just as Toru Amuro was whispering the menu to Olga, Ethan Hunt, who had been sitting in the corner reading a newspaper, seemed to have finally finished the coffee in his cup.
He shook the newspaper in his hand, folded it and put it in his handbag, then stood up with the bag.
Olga glanced sideways calmly, watching Ethan Hunt thoughtfully as he pushed open the glass door of the cafe and walked out without looking around.
"Have you decided what to drink?"
Toru Amuro's voice pulled Olga's thoughts away from Ethan Hunt.
Olga said absentmindedly, "Toffee Sea Salt Hazelnut Latte, venti, hot, skim milk."
"Low Cause?"
"standard."
"no."
Olga looked at Amuro Toru speechlessly: "...Then why are you asking me?"
Amuro Toru smiled and went to order.
Olga's current health condition doesn't allow her to consume too many stimulants, such as caffeine. However... drinking decaffeinated coffee occasionally isn't a bad idea.
While the two were waiting for coffee, Olga suddenly threw a small wallet to the ground in broad daylight.
Amuro Toru looked at her doubtfully, and seeing that she was looking up at the sky and humming a song, with no intention of picking it up at all, he had no choice but to bend down and help her pick it up.
This wallet is for men, and Toru Amuro has never seen Olga use it.
"Do you still want it?" He handed the wallet to Olga. "If you don't want it, don't throw it away. There's a trash can over there."
Olga: “…”
Olga didn't move for a long time, just staring at Amuro Toru with a mysterious look. Amuro Toru was a little confused by her stare: "Why——"
"So we are parent and child!" Olga said with a look of sudden enlightenment.
Toru Amuro: "..."
Ah, lost wallet, picked up wallet... So she is still struggling with this problem?
"What else?" Amuro Toru sighed, took the coffee from the waiter and handed it to Olga.
Tokyo was still a bit chilly in late March, so Olga cupped the hot coffee in her palm. Her chin still tucked into the collar of her down jacket, she looked up at Amuro Toru and said, "But I don't want you to be my...father?"
After taking his coffee, Amuro Toru walked towards the door. He didn't say anything, but stood there holding the door and waiting for Olga. Olga then hurriedly followed him out.
"Hey, can you hear me?"
Amuro Toru walked a little fast, and Olga had to jog a few steps to catch up with him.
At that time, Toru Amuro had already opened the passenger door for Olga.
After Olga got into the car, she looked at Toru Amuro who came in from the driver's seat and said, "I still think the character setting of 'Dad' is too strange."
Amuro Toru started the car with a wooden face: "So?"
"Hmm..." Olga thought for a moment and suggested seriously, "How about you just be the 'mother'? That way we can still have a parent-child relationship."
Amuro Toru, who was driving, took out a hand and ruffled Olga's hair in the passenger seat.
"Hey!" Olga quickly leaned back to distance herself from Amuro Toru. "If you're not satisfied with this proposal, we can discuss it again. How about a sneak attack?"
Toru Amuro decided to change the endless topic of "parent-child relationship" and brought the conversation to the men's wallet that Olga had just thrown away.
"I've never seen you use one before?" Even the appearance of this wallet was very inconsistent with Olga's aesthetic taste.
"Hmm." Olga was temporarily diverted from the topic. She held the small wallet between two fingers and raised it to her eyes. "This belongs to Ethan Hunt."
Amuro Toru glanced at Olga in surprise. When had she taken this from Ethan Hunt? He hadn't noticed at all.
Olga opened Ethan Hunt's wallet and poured out everything inside.
With the clatter of change, a small, light piece of paper fell down. Olga caught it and found it was a photo.
Toru Amuro also took a glance and saw three people in the photo, Ethan Hunt, a woman with a gentle expression, and a little boy wearing round-frame glasses.
"Ha!" Olga excitedly waved the photo in front of Amuro Toru's eyes, "You guessed wrong~ Ethan Hunt only has one son."
Toru Amuro: "..." He didn't say that Ethan Hunt and Rena Mizunashi must be parent and child, but he just thought that they should not be lovers.
But it is obvious that in Olga's world, there are only a few kinds of interpersonal relationships in the world, and now it seems that her understanding of these relationships is similar.
"It's not like someone would deliberately leave a child out of the family photo they keep in their wallet, is it?" Olga examined the photo carefully again, making sure there was nothing unusual. "Well, if Mizunashi Rena is an undercover agent, then it's possible."
Amuro Toru felt that the topic had finally become normal: "If the two of them are undercover, they definitely don't want to expose their relationship."
"But," Olga tore up the photo, opened the car window, and threw it out, watching the scraps of paper blow away in the wind. "Even if you can't reveal our relationship because you're undercover, you can just not post the photo. What's the point of just posting a photo with a child?"
Amuro Toru raised an eyebrow. Olga actually stood up for others?
Then, the next second, he heard Olga say, "If I were Rena Mizunashi, I would definitely kill Ethan Hunt."
Amuro Toru: "..." Well, this way of standing up for the weak seems a bit extreme...
*
Olga never expected that her words would come true - Rena Mizunashi really killed Ethan Hunt!
When Olga and Amuro Toru arrived at the scene, Ethan Hunt was lying on the ground in a pool of blood, his death was miserable. His wrist was bitten off, and he was hit in the jaw by a cannon, making his face blurred.
Mizunoshi Rena, who was unconscious, drowsy, and suspected of having been injected with truth serum, was ordered by Gin to pack up Vodka and throw her into his old antique 356A.
At this time, it was only two days since Ethan Hunt and Rena Mizunashi met in the cafe.
Was it because Ethan Hunt discovered that his wallet had been stolen and thought he was exposed, so he decided to take the initiative? Or were they simply exposed during the meeting?
That's too stupid! ?
Or maybe... he had put the photo in his wallet intentionally for the members of the organization who were tracking and investigating him to see?
Olga frowned, but didn't move forward. From this distance, she could already see the scene clearly.
There was actually nothing to investigate, since Ethan Hunt was already dead. If Rena Mizunoshi and Ethan Hunt were both trained undercover agents, then fabricating the scene would be easy for them.
Olga turned to look at Amuro Toru, only to find him expressionless, as if accustomed to the situation. If there was any sign of anxiety, it was probably due to Gin's presence, which made him seem a bit arrogant.
That's right, arrogance.
Bourbon and gin clearly dislike each other.
"Hmph, Bourbon." Gin, who was standing not far away, still wore his hat even in the middle of the night. "What are you doing here with a little brat? To watch a little mouse die?"
"That's all for you, Gin."
Amuro Toru and Olga exchanged a glance, and Olga shrugged at him. Then, he took Olga by the hand and turned to leave the abandoned warehouse in the suburbs, not forgetting to provoke Gin with a smile before leaving:
"After all, it was Rum's idea that brought us here, so it's hard to explain the reason. Well, you don't need to know so much. Just finish the rat extermination work."
This means that Gin's status in the organization is not high enough, and he is not worthy of knowing some of the organization's more secret arrangements. At the same time, Amuro Toru also ridiculed Gin for being able to do hard labor such as "rat extermination".
Gin was indeed enraged. He lowered his voice and roared, "Bourbon!"
However, Toru Amuro only left Gin with his back, and waved at him as if saying goodbye.
Olga couldn't help laughing out loud - she always liked to see Gin get humiliated.
And... Bourbon did behave differently in front of her than at other times.
Olga tilted her head and looked at Amuro Toru's expressionless profile in the moonlight.
So, which one is the real you? Or...none of them.
*
Olga lost her temper and smashed all the porcelain, appliances, decorations, etc. in the organization's manor.
The lower-level members of the organization stationed in this manor were used to it. They stood by with wooden faces and watched Olga throw things, planning to clean up after she had vented her anger.
So, when Amuro Toru returned, he saw this scene: the house looked as if it had just been robbed, the floor in disarray. A group of low-ranking members of the organization stood in a row against the wall, their hands clasped in front of them, their heads bowed and silent, as if they were being punished for committing a crime.
And Olga——
She had lost her temper, and in her excitement she had made herself so angry that her heart ached. She was now curled up on the sofa with a pale face, her right hand tightly clutching the front of her shirt, and she looked like she was about to suffocate from the pain.
Faced with a group of low-level members of the organization looking at him as if he were a savior, Amuro Toru walked to Olga with a headache, squatted down, raised his hand and touched her forehead, and it was indeed cold.
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