Chapter 38 Chapter 38 Your brain must be broken
"I don't recommend you delve into this further. Just call it a day, Bourbon. After all—champagne isn't as good-tempered as I am."
Vermouth hung up the phone and drank the wine in the glass. Bourbon was too smart.
And then there is——
Vermouth's brow furrowed. She tapped her fingertips on the bar, then picked up her phone and dialed a number.
After nearly five minutes, Vermouth stood up from her chair and began to walk back and forth in the room.
Arthas didn't answer the phone.
Vermouth told herself that this was because the signal in that small village was poor. But...
But why did Bourbon know about the "champagne"? This was different from what was agreed upon!
Vermouth didn't want to hear excuses like, "Bourbon was too smart and figured it out on his own." This whole thing should have been planned from the beginning! Even the smartest person wouldn't have figured it out if they weren't part of the overall plan!
What's the kid going to do now?
Did she include bourbon in her plans?
But why?!
Inevitably, a feeling of irritability and uneasiness arose in Vermouth's heart.
Without knowing the premise that "Murofushi Kagemitsu and Amuro Toru were good friends before joining the organization", Vermouth would not be able to clarify her thoughts and understand the key to the problem.
As it happens, Olga is the only one in the organization who knows this key premise.
*
After hanging up the phone, the expression in Toru Amuro's eyes changed several times.
Although he always felt that the information about champagne was suspicious, but... after Olga confirmed this, Vermouth's statement also proved the authenticity of the information.
So……
Amuro Toru's fingertips hesitated for a long time above the phone screen. Finally, he typed a line into the encrypted email.
After sending the email, Toru Amuro did not feel relieved, but instead felt even more heavy-hearted.
In his email, he particularly emphasized the uncertainty of this intelligence.
The conditions here are limited, even the signal is intermittent, and being able to verify to this extent is already his limit.
After taking a deep breath, Amuro walked back in the heavy night.
*
Olga walked along the harbor for a while, and the place became more and more desolate. In the end, there was not even a trace of human habitation.
The turbulent water rushed tirelessly, making a gurgling sound. The muddy ground beside the bank was densely covered with grasses that Olga didn't recognize, almost taller than an adult.
She pushed aside the weeds and walked deeper into the cave.
A tent had been pitched on a hastily cleared plot of land, two orange lights hanging from its exterior. Nearby, a diesel generator toiled diligently, producing a tremendous noise.
Olga opened the tent door and walked in.
The space inside the tent is very large, with several computer screens working at the same time.
"How's it going, Bitters?"
A man with a mop of messy black curly hair turned around at his work desk. His face was thin, but his small eyes shone with brilliance. Perhaps because the night temperature was so low, he was wearing a thick quilt.
"I didn't expect you to come in person."
The man in the thick quilt stood up, the quilt hanging down, wrapped around him like a cloak. But from its shabby appearance, it looked more like a beggar's sack than a cloak.
Perhaps sensing Olga's disdain, Bitt deliberately took two steps closer to her and said with his hands spread out, "I can't help it. Who made you prepare such difficult conditions for me?"
Olga sneered through her nose: "You talk as if you're not usually sloppy."
Olga said, walking around the bitters and heading towards the display screen: "So, what's the situation now?"
Speaking of work, Bitt finally looked a bit more serious. He turned back to the screen, his hands emerging from under the quilt and swiping at the keyboard. Then, different images popped up on each of the three screens.
The fluorescent white light of the electronic screen reflected in Olga's pupils.
Then, she heard Bitt say, "As you expected, all three have taken action. However, due to limited resources, I'm currently unable to determine to which parties they passed the messages. I only know from the content of the emails that it was about 'champagne'."
The village's infrastructure is poor, and signal reception is a problem. Even organizations can only use satellite communications here.
Fortunately, the organization still has many satellites.
The light in Olga's eyes flickered, and she uttered an ambiguous "hmm".
"While investigating these three people, I also discovered another surprise—" Bitt's tone was filled with malicious excitement. "I think you will like it~"
Olga turned around, and in the dim tent, she looked at Bit with a dim and unclear look.
She raised the corners of her lips and said in a strange tone: "Oh? What is it?"
Bitt's ten fingers were working quickly on the keyboard. He was staring at the display screen and didn't notice Olga's abnormality.
He said in that unpleasant, venomous tone: "Regarding your beloved Bourbon, he seems to have also told someone—"
The dark wooden hatch pressed against Bit Wine's lower back.
"Do we need to intercept this information?" Bit Wine didn't sound nervous.
Olga was silent for a moment, then said softly, "No need."
"Are you sure? Including the emails sent by those three people, and - Bourbon -"
"I thought you should have some sense of crisis." Olga pushed forward with more force while holding Mu Cang's hand.
Bit raised his hands in surrender, but from an angle Olga couldn't see, the curve of his mouth widened.
"Oh, you really care about him. It makes me a little jealous."
Olga lowered her voice and warned, "Don't do anything unnecessary, Bitters."
"So," Bitter Wine turned leisurely and looked down at Olga, "even if Bourbon is a traitor, you will still protect him?"
"You have no evidence yet."
Olga's tone was calm, without any emotion in her voice, but Bitjiu knew that she was probably not calm at all.
"Although I haven't deciphered the content of the message he transmitted, it's an indisputable fact that he did. In this desolate place, while following you, what else could he possibly convey?"
Olga looked up at the bittersweet with a gloomy look, her thumb pulling the safety on the wooden trigger in her hand. In the darkness, the "click" sound of the safety pulling made the already unpleasant atmosphere even more tense.
Suddenly, the situation reversed.
Bitt grabbed Olga Chikura's wrist at an extremely fast speed and twisted it behind her.
The difference in strength between a child and an adult man was enormous. Bitt easily snatched the wooden cannon from Olga's hands, then restrained her slender wrists behind her with one hand.
Olga struggled, but to no avail. The gap in strength was beyond the reach of any skill.
"You're so careless~"
Bit bent down, and his warm breath sprayed on Olga's ear, making her turn her head away in disgust.
"If you had shot from a distance, I wouldn't have been able to snatch it from you in time."
Bit made a strange humming sound, and placed the mouth of his penis against Olga's temples, then slid it slowly and gently along her cheek to the side of her neck.
Olga didn't move or speak. In the darkness, only three monitors simultaneously emitted a faint light. With her back to the light, Bitt could only see her taut profile.
"How terrifying! Someone like you, even with the cannon pressed against your fragile neck, didn't even tremble~"
Bit said something ambiguous, and the force of the wooden cannon against Olga's neck increased a lot.
"I'm so sad. I didn't expect you to actually want to kill me. Is it because of Bourbon? Do you really care about him that much? Haha, then it seems that the things you promised me were also invalid from the beginning?"
Olga didn't say anything, and Bitt didn't expect her to respond, so he just kept talking to himself.
"It doesn't matter. Death is just a matter of a moment. I won't let you feel any pain."
He put his index finger on the trigger.
"After I kill you, I will execute those three traitors, oh, and Bourbon, of course. Then, I will tell that gentleman how difficult it was for me to avenge you, and how heartbroken you were when you were killed by the traitor Bourbon himself. Hehehehe——"
The sound of bittersweet suddenly stopped.
He pulled the trigger, but—
"Bitters, you must be out of your mind."
Bit felt something pressing against his waist.
Olga took a step forward. Behind her, Bitt, a look of disbelief on his face, knelt on the ground. He clutched his abdomen with one hand, but couldn't stop the blood from gushing out from the long wound.
He looked at the wooden barrel in his hand.
Just now, the wooden cannon didn’t make any sound.
Why... he clearly pulled the trigger! Why?!
...There are no bullets in the wooden warehouse!
Olga turned and looked down at Bitt, who lay in a pool of blood. His eyes were wide open, his bloodshot orbs bulging outward.
"idiot."
Olga was twirling something in her left hand. Bitter Wine struggled to look over—it was a straight jumping knife.
Did she just... use this thing... to cut open his abdomen...?
Blood continued to pour out of his throat, almost choking his trachea. Bit's mouth grew wide, like a worn-out bellows: "You...you——"
He saw Olga squat beside him. Then, he felt a cool touch on his neck. The bitter wine could only make a sound like a leaking air, and then his eyes rolled back and he completely lost consciousness.
Blood spurted out from the carotid artery.
Olga had shielded herself with the bitter wine quilt, so the blood didn't smear her. She wiped the blade clean on the bitter wine quilt and put the straight jump knife back into her pocket.
Then she picked up the pistol from the ground, took out the bullets from her pocket, and loaded them into the magazine one by one.
She stood up, opened the wooden doors of the computer host and screen in the tent, and destroyed all the evidence with her own hands.
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