Chapter 77 Chapter 77 I will always be the organization's Alsace
Grain spoke, his tone tinged with sarcasm. "Ah, no matter how many times I hear it, this name still seems strange."
Olga just glanced at him sideways, said nothing, and stretched out her right hand toward him.
The man in sunglasses, known as "grain," seemed to understand. He shrugged and tossed a set of keys to Olga. "Miss, I hope you'd be so kind as to give me a ride back home. After all, a taxi from the airport is quite expensive."
Olga raised an eyebrow at him. This was probably a tacit understanding between the two of them, and Kudo Shinichi couldn't tell whether it was an agreement or a disagreement.
"Goodbye, Sister Yukiko!" Olga politely said goodbye to Kudo Yukiko, then, as if remembering something, waved to Kudo Shinichi as well. At this point, a hint of her sinister nature finally shone through her face.
The word "sister" sent a chill down Kudo Shinichi's spine, even though Kudo Yukiko was smiling brightly. He waved at Olga with a half-mooned look, completing the "ritual" of farewell.
Then, the man in sunglasses put his sunglasses back on. Kudo Shinichi thought his moves were pretty cool... if he hadn't smiled at Yukiko.
"Don't sit in the back seat, it makes me look like an Uber driver."
"Yes, yes, that's what the young lady said."
Kudo Shinichi heard the two people talking again, and then there was the sound of an engine starting, and Olga quickly disappeared from his sight in the beautiful champagne-colored sports car.
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Olga was driving?!
"Why can she drive?!" Kudo Shinichi asked the second silly question of the day. In fact, he regretted it right after asking it.
Sure enough, Kudo Yukiko immediately gave him a look of disdain: "Oh, this is America, how can you be 16 and not have a driver's license!"
Kudo Shinichi covered his face. He suddenly had a bad premonition -
The premonition came true, and Kudo Yukiko started to complain about him: "I suggested to you a long time ago that you come to America to get your driver's license, but you kept putting it off. Otherwise, you would have been able to drive a long time ago. Look at Alsace-chan, she's such a good driver at such a young age——"
Yukiko Kudo continued to talk, but Shinichi Kudo, as usual, ignored her. Yes, yes, he drove right in front of you for less than a minute, and you could actually tell he was a good driver...
Even though he was already riding in the modified antique car driven by Kudo Yukiko, Kudo Shinichi could still hear his mother's disgusted complaints.
"Arata-chan isn't cute at all. Look at Alsace-chan, how sweet she is? Normally, asking you to call someone by their name is like asking your life away. ...Also, why were you so perfunctory when greeting Alsace-chan just now? This is so rude!"
Kudo Shinichi ignored everything. He turned to look in the rearview mirror. Luckily, Ran Mouri had fallen asleep with her head against the window in the back seat. Otherwise, if she had also heard her mother's nagging... that would have been too embarrassing!
Finally, Kudo Yukiko summed it up with one sentence - "Shin-chan, you should learn more from Alsace-chan!"
Kudo Shinban looked out the window with half-moon eyes: "...Yes, yes."
It started raining.
*
Olga drove her car at full speed on the highway, leaving the police cars behind her with their sirens blaring far behind.
Matsuda Jinpei felt like he was about to vomit, but he grabbed the handrail and managed to stay in the car after another sharp turn, avoiding being thrown out. However, his back hurt from hitting the back of the seat.
"Miss...Brother! We've already shaken off the police, there's no need to drive so fast!"
Another sharp turn, and the back of Matsuda Jinpei's head slammed into the back of the seat again. He fumbled with the seat belt that was firmly fastened to his body, just to give himself some psychological comfort.
Olga hadn't been driving so fast at first; her speed was well within Matsuda Jinpei's tolerance. It was only after encountering the police that she started going full speed. Now the needle on the dashboard has reached its limit!
Jinpei Matsuda thought he could accept drag racing, but he totally couldn't accept Olga's style of drag racing!
Fortunately, there were more cars after getting off the highway, so Olga couldn't continue driving fast even if she wanted to.
She seemed a little depressed, one hand on the steering wheel, not even pressing the accelerator, just slowly moving forward with the car in front of her. It was a little after six in the afternoon, the evening rush hour, and the congestion of big cities was clearly evident.
Jinpei Matsuda swore that this was the first time he loved a traffic jam in a big city so much.
After recovering a bit, Matsuda Jinpei complained weakly, "No wonder Bourbon absolutely wouldn't allow you to go racing..."
Olga finally gave him a look, but said nothing.
It was normal for Jinpei Matsuda to know about that incident, as he was in Japan at the time. However, he was later transferred back to America. This time, Olga also asked him to drive her to the airport in advance.
Matsuda Jinpei didn't care when he didn't get a response. He continued talking to himself, "Come to think of it, I was just working for the organization in Japan. I don't know what Champagne was crazy about to transfer me back."
He said it casually, as if he was just complaining about his boss to his friends.
Olga listened without much expression on her face, but the fingertips of her right hand on the steering wheel began to tap the rim irregularly.
After a long pause, she suddenly gave a short laugh: "Why? Are you here to inquire about Champagne's information as well?"
Matsuda Jinpei was stunned and couldn't help but turn to look at Olga.
It was already completely dark in New York at that time. The few scattered street lights and the red and yellow taillights of the traffic in front and behind were intertwined, reflecting half of her profile.
The corners of her lips curled up, but it only made people feel terrifying.
Furuya Rei hadn't told Matsuda Jinpei much about Olga's past, and he even had a vague feeling that his old classmate was hiding something. However, the few times he had spent time with Olga were enough for him to make a judgment.
There's only one word to describe her - dangerous.
The carriage fell silent, and this thick silence made people feel uneasy for no reason.
Matsuda Jinpei was the first to break the deadlock. He leaned back in his chair, staring at the long line of cars in front of him, and said with a casual smile, "I thought—"
Olga interrupted him and said coolly, "As a former police officer, it's not easy for you to obtain the organization's code name and be allowed to move freely. Don't let Bourbon's efforts go to waste."
This is a warning. A warning that is not disguised.
Matsuda Jinpei couldn't help but turn his gaze to the rearview mirror. He saw that the expression on Olga's face had completely disappeared, replaced by a cold indifference.
So he couldn't help but frown.
She had clearly known his and Rei Furuya's identities, yet she hadn't reported them to the organization. He'd assumed she was on their side. Even if they'd never made it clear, it was a tacit understanding.
But now——
"I won't let anything happen to Bourbon, but I'm not sure about you."
At this moment, Matsuda Jinpei felt that Olga's silky voice was like a poisonous snake spitting out its tongue.
"I can let you take Morobushi Kagemitsu's place, or I can let someone else take your place. It'll just be a new friend for Lingling," she said. "Officer Matsuda, I have a piece of advice for you: be careful with your words and actions."
The traffic finally began to move forward, and Olga stepped on the accelerator. Then, the champagne-colored sports car rushed out again like an arrow from a bow.
Amidst the din of engines, Matsuda Jinpei heard her words, tinged with laughter. Though blurry, they were enough to make one break out in a cold sweat.
"Unless the organization collapses, I will always be Arthas of the organization."
Jinpei Matsuda knew that Olga's words were not meant for him, but to be conveyed to someone through him.
In an instant, he felt his palms were cold.
"Always Arthas of the organization" means that she may turn against them at any time, which means that Ling Guo is at risk of being exposed at any time.
She did say that she wouldn't let anything happen to Rei Furuya, and Matsuda Jinpei wasn't someone who distrusted human emotions, but...
What if the target is a member of a heinous criminal organization?
It's like gambling with your life.
Jinpei Matsuda hoped his usually cool-headed old classmate had a contingency plan. But apparently, he didn't.
He thought sadly that his old classmate, who had always been smart and clever, was deeply bewitched by a little girl.
*
The conversation in the car seemed like a false dream, and no one mentioned it again.
But Matsuda Jinpei realized that Olga wasn't joking anymore. And... maybe it was just his imagination, but after reviewing that conversation, he had a vague feeling that the trigger for Olga's anger was the champagne.
Was it because he mentioned "champagne"?
Matsuda Jinpei couldn't help but recall what Chikaya Rei once said to him - "Don't mention 'champagne' in front of Olga."
He hadn't taken it seriously at the time, but now it seemed... Tsk. Sure enough, his old classmate understood Olga. Matsuda Jinpei smiled self-deprecatingly.
It is said that Arthas is moody, but everyone in the organization knows that Bourbon always has a way to deal with her.
*
Olga parked the car next to a factory on the outskirts of the city, and then ordered Jinpei Matsuda to go to the dark factory and bring someone out.
He was a Japanese man with long silver-white hair and a slightly stubbled face. Matsuda Jinpei realized that this man was the "Silver-haired Shark Demon" who had been making the headlines in local newspapers recently.
He must have been locked up in this factory for a long time; he reeked of rancidity. He must have been injected with some drug, too, and his gait was unsteady, as if he was about to pass out.
However, if the real Silver-haired Shark Demon was imprisoned here...
So who is this "silver-haired shark demon" who has been on the headlines in recent days?
Matsuda Jinpei didn't need to think twice. Just as he was about to push the bound silver-haired shark demon into the champagne-colored sports car, he saw an identical "silver-haired shark demon" in the driver's seat. The difference was that the one in the driver's seat was obviously in better spirits and didn't emit any strange smell.
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