Chapter 103 Hate "If you don't like him, don't pay attention to him..."
"I know she's done some commendable things in the past...but her appearance, the circumstances of her acquaintance with Hiro, and the scope of her activities are indeed somewhat suspicious. Don't you feel that way at all?"
"Hmm... not really? Perhaps you're a little too nervous, Shōgu-chan? Once you spend more time with her, you'll realize that Shōgu-chan is a good kid."
"What do you mean by a good kid... That's just your weird filter, hagi? But I agree - at least she's not a bad person."
The night he first saw Asagure and two of his childhood friends having dinner together, Toru Amuro had a conversation like this. At the time, he was a little worried because Kokunen was too confident in Asagure, and after hearing Hagiwara and Matsuda's reactions, he felt a darkening sensation before his eyes.
He met Hiro in an "accident", and later became friends with Hagiwara and Matsuda... Although "coincidences" do exist in this world, as an undercover agent in a dangerous situation where one wrong move could lead to everything being lost, Amuro Toru had to be extremely cautious.
"Isn't it really because Xiao Chaomu was quite aggressive when competing with you? Xiao Chaomu can be a bit childish when competing... but she's still young after all."
"Or maybe he heard what Chaomu said—did you say it was right, 'evil little black-faced man', 'sinister bad cowherd'?"
"Matsuda, you bastard...!"]
Recalling the teasing at the time, even Toru Amuro, who thought he was working hard and not ashamed of it, couldn't help but feel his toes digging into the ground.
And now, history repeats itself. The blond youth stiffens slightly as he endures the disapproving gazes of his peers. And the brat before him, always at odds with him, glares at him with a sarcastic tone, "Don't you have to go to work, Amuro-kun? You're always perfect, aren't you?"
The "work" she mentioned was clearly referring to the nightclub shift Toru had recently quit, clearly referring to the days when Toru was working as a gigolo. Toru's eyebrows twitched slightly, and he was tempted to ask his two peers: So how could this sarcastic and aggressive brat be considered a "good kid"? Hadn't she always been targeting him?
But as a mature and rational adult, he ultimately suppressed such childish thoughts. Facing the girl's provocation, he smiled a bright, businesslike smile, as if relieved. "If Miss Asamure is referring to Yozakura's job, I've already quit that part-time job. I really prefer to pursue work that is more beneficial to society..."
"I'm deeply sorry for any offense I've caused Miss Asami before, driven by my financial needs...." The blond youth's face was filled with sincere regret as he spoke. "How can I ever make it up to you?"
This guy is really... quite annoying.
His words made Chaomu feel like she was being unreasonable. She puffed up her cheeks and was about to expose his hypocritical mask to his face when a hand suddenly reached out from behind and grabbed her collar.
"The freshly caught crab legs are almost overcooked, aren't they?" Hagiwara Kenji gently pinched the back of her neck and pulled her back a little. "Although I understand that Asami-chan wants to talk to her friends, eating is more important right now. Or, do you want to invite this friend to come along..."
Asami, who had wanted to talk to Toru Amuro for a few more words, gave up the idea of continuing the conversation and complained quietly: "He is not my friend... Hagiwara-kun, don't talk nonsense! You know I don't like..."
"I know, I remember everything about Xiao Chaomu very clearly." The young man with half-long hair held her cheek, his eyebrows slightly curved, bringing her attention back completely. "Okay, okay, don't be angry anymore."
Amuro Toru narrowed his eyes slightly. Hagiwara Kenji's strategy was quite clever: if he chose to persuade Asamure, the seemingly rebellious brat would probably continue to accuse him of Toru's crimes for a long time; but if he considered Asamure and Amuro Toru as friends... then, in order to draw a clear line between them, Asamure would definitely give up.
...But does this guy really dislike him that much? He's clearly on good terms with everyone else... What a... vindictive brat.
Thinking of this, the blond young man felt a little uncomfortable. He sat back with his eyes downcast, watching the plump oysters rolling in the pot, and picked up a piece of green leafy vegetables with his chopsticks with an expressionless face.
Meanwhile, at another table, his classmate was expertly coaxing the child, "If you don't like him, you don't have to be too concerned about him, okay? Since you're always thinking about him and mentioning him over and over again... Xiao Zhenping and I both thought you two were actually on good terms."
Matsuda, who actually didn't feel that way at all, glanced at the sullen young girl beside him, his lips curled up as he said with a sly smile, "Indeed, someone who didn't know would think you two were just arguing—don't you think you're paying too much attention to him?"
Chaomu: “…………?”
"Slander... This is absolute slander," she ruthlessly refuted their arguments. "First of all, I'm not a tsundere like Matsuda-kun. Secondly, this kind of love story where elementary school students compete fiercely for each other's attention is so clichéd and melodramatic—rivals are enemies! Enemies don't become lovers!"
"Okay, okay, you simply hate him... Anyway, don't waste your time paying attention to someone you don't like." Hagiwara skillfully stroked her fur. "Get on with your meal, okay? Here, I'll peel the crab legs for you."
The atmosphere at the table soon returned to normal thanks to Hagiwara's efforts, and Chaomu no longer paid attention to the evil little black face.
Even though he knew that his colleagues were helping him out of kindness so that Asami's excessive attention wouldn't affect his work, Toru Amuro still felt that something was not right.
...That Hagiwara guy is so skilled at coaxing people...it always reminds him of Hiro. His childhood friend was also quite indulgent towards that little bastard. I really don't know what kind of love potion she fed them...
Thinking of Kokunen, Amuro Toru suddenly realized that she seemed not to have told Hiro that Asamure had a good relationship with the other two classmates.
I have to find a chance to tell you... the mission has been terminated. The operations team shouldn't be so busy recently. What new mission is "Scotland", which has already been code-named, handling now?
Scotland is in session.
I heard that the intelligence team is more accustomed to finding a conference room in the base for meetings. Those who are not present use video conferencing, while those who are present sit upright with coffee in hand. As for the action team, Gin seems to be more accustomed to finding an abandoned factory and examining the expressions of the team members in a dim environment.
"It could also be that it's convenient to catch the 'rat' and shoot it directly on the spot and pour it into the cement, which also makes it easier to dispose of the body."
Regarding the usual location for the task force meetings, Dai Moroboshi, who had just been given the codename "Lei," offered the above assessment. A man with long black hair leaned against a pillar, almost blending into the night, his high collar obscuring the black collar.
This sniper, known as the "second Gin" in the organization, does not seem to have much awe for his superiors, and often makes strange speeches calmly with a stern face.
He didn't say it to his face, and Gin wasn't interested in intervening. For the latter, a capable subordinate saying some nonsense was barely tolerable, and it was better than being a lackey or a waste.
In reality, members who made it big in the organization all had their own quirks. Rye's personality was acceptable, and the withdrawn Scotland was even easier to get along with.
The cat-eyed young man leaned against the wall, guitar slung over his shoulder, in silence, seemingly uninterested in his companion's speech. In the past, Chianti would have resented him for being dull, but it was perfectly fine that Ley didn't respond... Not everyone would have the guts to confront Gin right when he was about to arrive.
But that was only relative - when it came to actually carrying out the mission, she only wanted to partner with Cohen.
As usual, only a dim light was on in the corner of the abandoned factory. A sniper with a swallowtail butterfly tattoo sat bored on the side, playing with his phone. The light on the screen flickered, and it was unclear what game he was playing. "Did you call us today to reassign some mission? When will Gin..."
Before the word "come" had even finished uttering, a familiar voice approached. A killer with long silver hair, wearing a bowler hat, appeared at the factory gate like a ghost. The moonlight shone on his silver hair like silky brocade. Vodka hurried behind, bag in hand.
Gin stood by the door, his face expressionless as he surveyed the room. The several members of the task force, who were either standing or sitting, straightened up unconsciously and breathed softly under his gaze.
"The mission to keep an eye on Fujita is completely over," he announced coldly, his gaze sweeping over the two most important persons responsible for the mission—Scotland and Ley. "Although the boss has mercifully forgiven you and even issued you code names... this mission is still a shameful failure. If it happens again, you know the result."
After hearing him mention the other two names, the others all breathed a sigh of relief. No one wanted to face Gin's wrath.
"The mission's failure has nothing to do with me or Scotland," Rye said calmly, stepping out of the shadows. "If you want to hold someone accountable, you should first hold the intelligence team responsible. How much intelligence did Rum and his subordinates withhold? We didn't even know the origins of the mercenary Fujita hired to protect him."
On a matter as crucial as his future promotion, the reticent Scotland couldn't remain silent any longer. "The passiveness of the operations team in the latter stages of the mission is highly correlated to this. They seem to have no sense of teamwork, making it impossible for us to fully track Fujita's movements."
Although his childhood friend was the "Rum subordinate who concealed information", the more they criticized each other, the more they could protect each other's safety.
His blue eyes were calm. "If the intelligence team can provide the relevant information normally, I can continue to track Fujita."
"Humph... If it weren't for this, you would have been executed for mission failure."
The metal lighter made a crisp clicking sound, and Gin bit the cigarette butt and took a deep breath. In the smoke, even if others couldn't see his face clearly, they could feel that his expression was definitely not very good.
"Rum... has his share of guilt." His voice was low and cold. "As for Fujita who escaped, you don't need to worry about him anymore."
This is quite meaningful.
Moroboshi rubbed his knuckles with his fingertips, thinking: From what Gin said, Fujita has successfully escaped with the intelligence that the organization cares about very much, and the organization does not intend to continue tracking him, but just lets him go... This is not like the style of the organization.
Although Chianti was reluctant to provoke Gin, faced with this situation, he couldn't help but speak in surprise: "This is not like you, Gin... You actually gave up like this?"
"Use your brain, Chianti—there's a reason the organization would give up on itself." Gin sneered. "Even though that idiot Fujita thought he'd finally found a new backer after all his hard work, not only did he boldly provoke a family he shouldn't have, he also naively believed he could truly live out the rest of his life happily on the beaches of Italy..."
As he pulled his lips apart, the silver-haired killer's smile was as dangerous as a shark, revealing sharp teeth. "He thought the organization couldn't reach Italy, but he didn't know that the boss had already made plans - the support he sought was actually a 'loyal' ally of the organization."
And that less loyal ally with ulterior motives...Bai Lan Jie Suo, would only send him back to Japan as a prop of apology after spying on his ally's secrets and squeezing out his surplus value.
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The author has something to say: I failed miserably at adjusting my sleep schedule… but not making it to noon is still a win. I win.
I'll just mention it here since the previous plot was too long ago. It can be seen from the previous part that the rift between Rum and Gin is even greater than in the original work. This has to be attributed to the organization's loyal ally Bai Hua Hua La!
Because it is a variety show, there are many private settings. Friends don’t need to pay too much attention to which timeline the tutor is set in. If you must refer to it, it is closer to the future where the Future War did not happen? But in fact, there is a big difference. It is a purely fictional setting.
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