Chapter 11
Obviously, driven by curiosity and arrogance, Gin decided to evacuate within the remaining minute.
Vodka buckled Kitahara Yuki's arms behind his back, and the force made him frown, complaining unhappily: "I think you need to bring my coffee!" What
responded to him was a huge explosion and the heat brought by the burning fire behind him that could not be ignored. Kitahara Yuki paused slightly, thinking about the possibility of Kazami Yuya escaping.
This stupid public security officer is very skilled, and the probability of death is 0!
Kitahara Yuki is not worried about the current situation. Instead, he thinks that this may be an opportunity for Hase Hikaru to join the black side.
After all, the ranking time for the main mission will be five days later. The moment Kazami Yuya was exposed, he had decided to take a gamble.
In an unknown basement, Vodka suddenly pushed the bound Kitahara Yuki to the ground. The heavy force and the rough ground caused blood to drip from one side of his arm.
Kitahara Yuki took a breath and gritted his teeth and said, "It's just a show of strength that is not worth mentioning."
Looking at Gin who followed behind him, Kitahara Yuki looked gloomy, "Don't waste your time. You can't defeat me mentally."
[3:31 pm]
He only drank half a can of coffee the whole day. This realization made Kitahara Yuki feel depressed. He fell to the ground powerlessly, and his tired nerves throbbed slightly. He
wanted to drink coffee. How about letting Xiaoguang blow up the organization's network now and let him run out to drink a cup of espresso first?
It was a very tempting idea, but Kitahara Yuki was still rational. He stared at Gin who was looking down at him and suggested sincerely: "Although it's a bit ridiculous, my idea is that you should give me a cup of coffee, otherwise I can't guarantee that I can sit here and talk to you about Mr. Gin's perverted desires."
The pain from using his brain so much made Kitahara Yuki feel like he was going crazy!
Obviously Gin didn't accept his sincere suggestion. He sat on the chair brought by Vodka with a lit cigarette in his mouth.
"Take a look, which torture instrument do you like? Since you are quite interesting, I can give you the right to choose a torture instrument. Of course, I would rather you tell me directly who you are and how much you know about the organization."
At this time, the pungent smell of blood and mold rushed into Kitahara Yuki's nostrils. Kitahara Yuki looked around. There were many blood-stained torture instruments hanging on the wall, and even a blood-stained electric chair to his right hand.
Tsk, so dirty.
Kitahara Yuki's face did not show the slightest fear. His long-term verbal hints to Gin and his understanding of this man's inner emotions made him confident that Gin would not torture his body directly.
Sitting cross-legged, Kitahara Yuki tilted his head slightly and met Gin's green eyes.
Kitahara Yuki sneered and said calmly: "You know, I'm a hard-headed person."
Gin also laughed, shook off the cigarette ash, and said in a low and hoarse voice: "Yes, you are indeed a hard-headed person. Hard-headed people are never afraid of torture."
After a pause, Gin continued: "But, you are not only a hard-headed person, but also a spoiled young master. You have never suffered any hardship, and even your skin is delicate, and there is no hair coffin on your hands."
"You are arrogant and look down on everyone equally. Your extremely high IQ makes you feel that everything is under your control. Your control over other people's emotions is as simple as eating and drinking water. I really want to see you have a mental breakdown."
Kitahara Yuki raised his eyebrows. He likes smart people with a strong desire for control, showing such an expression that he wants to defeat you in the aspect that the enemy is best at.
Obviously, Gin is impatient. Before Kitahara Yuki could react, his feet were in the air, and Gin picked him up.
... This posture made him look a little stupid!
"What are you going to do?!"
The answer to him was a bathtub of water. Kitahara Yuki was thrown in unexpectedly. Before he could react, a big hand grabbed his head and pressed him into the water.
The rapid reduction of oxygen made Kitahara Yuki's eyes go black. His chaotic mind suddenly became clear, and danger screamed inside.
[System! Help! Quickly switch to the vest!]
The feeling of suffocation made [Kitahara Yuki], who successfully switched to the vest, suddenly open his mouth. He breathed in big gulps of air. It took him a while to recover and noticed that Amuro Toru was pressing his shoulder.
"What's wrong with you!"
The light golden eyeballs turned, and [Kitahara Yuki] shook his dizzy head and realized that he had switched to Hase Hikaru.
"It's okay." [Kitahara Yuki] paused, "How is Kazami Yuya?"
Amuro Toru raised his eyebrows, with a strange expression and inquiring eyes, "You asked me this question three minutes ago."
[Hase Hikaru: Xiaoxing, Kazami Yuya is okay, he is out of danger and is currently in the general ward]
The voice of vest No. 1 Hase Hikaru rang directly in his mind.
[Kitahara Yuki] pressed his temples, which were not swollen, and deliberately lowered his voice, making his voice hoarse and faintly nasal, "Sorry, I'm just too worried about Xiaoxing, and my thoughts are a little confused. I remember that Kazami Yuya has been transferred to the general ward."
The disappearance of his brother made the arrogant hacker look a little pitiful.
Toru Amuro stared at [Kitahara Yuki]'s drooping head for a long time, then gently patted his shoulder, "Don't worry, the public security will rescue your brother. You are still a child, don't think too much, and have a good sleep."
[Kitahara Yuki] raised his eyebrows, obviously a little surprised by the description of "child" which is not an adjective. He saw the blond public security put away the signed contract on the table, his back straight, his eyes firm. He
suddenly remembered the four friends who left the blond public security in the original work. Even in the worst situation, Toru Amuro didn't seem to bend his back, but stood in front of everyone with an irresistible attitude, stubbornly protecting what he thought he should protect, and the belief in his eyes stung people's eyes. A
very light sigh sounded in the room, [Kitahara Yuki] buried himself in the sofa, his voice a little muffled.
"You have a serious tendency to self-destruct, but because of a goal, you suppress it very well," [Kitahara Yuki] paused, looked into the purple-gray eyes, and said sincerely, "Occasionally you can relax and rely on your 'child'."
This guy is like a spring that is stretched to the extreme. If it weren't for his belief supporting him, he would have broken the interface with a snap.
Obviously, this guy didn't take his words to heart, and he smiled gently and left.
[Kitahara Yuki] tutted his words and shrank into the sofa in a somewhat depressed manner.
[Kitahara Yuki: System, what's going on with Gin?]
[Performance system: After repeating the three times to make you experience near death, the excited Gin lets Vodka lock you up in the basement.]
...This way his body will catch a cold! [Kitahara Yuki] I really want to put his 40th physical strength in front of Gin!
[Did he ask me again how I know the news about the organization?]
[No.]
...Very good, Top Killer obviously wants to conquer him on the spiritual level, and his arrogant nature makes him think that asking about the news later is a harmless little question.
Such a trick! No wonder there are only garbage, undercover agents and traitors around him!
[Hase Hikaru: Koyuki, are you okay? Otherwise, let's go blow up Gin's bar! 】
【Kitahara Yuki: It's okay, he probably wants to see me have a mental breakdown. I can cut off my vest, and this kind of torture has no effect on me. Now let's talk about 'Hase Hikaru's plan to join the organization.】
The two chatted for a long time until dark, and [Kitahara Yuki]'s stomach made a dissatisfied protest, and the conversation ended.
After eating a bowl of ramen downstairs and buying a large bag of coffee at the convenience store in revenge, [Kitahara Yuki] asked Hase Hikaru as if casually.
【What contract did you sign with Amuro Toru? 】
[Kitahara Yuki] recalled the signed contract he saw in the safe house just after cutting off his vest. It was very thick.
【Well, a simple labor contract. I am providing technical support to the public security department. 】
Is that so? After taking a sip of coffee, [Kitahara Yuki] always felt something was wrong [Don't hide it from me.]
[Hase Hikaru: We have the closest soul relationship in this world, I won't hurt you.]
Hikaru was playing word games with him, he was indeed hiding something from him, this conclusion made [Kitahara Yuki] lick his back teeth in dissatisfaction.
He blinked, [eyes that see through everything] made this world a little illusory. Suddenly he set his sights on a very unclear black part on the ground in the distance.
——[The FBI's secretly hidden shadow]
The information in the white frame reminded him that someone was following him. The young man with light golden eyes narrowed his eyes, and he walked into the alley without stopping.
Not long after, Kitahara Yuki's cold voice was heard at the bend of the alley.
"FBI."
The black-haired young man leaned against the wall with his eyes downcast. The dim street light shone on his right cheek, and on his clean face was a strange smile that was accurate to the millimeter.
He tilted his head slightly, revealing his gentle light golden eyes, which immediately dispelled the somewhat depressing atmosphere.
"Akai Shuichi?" [Kitahara Yuki] glanced at the pink-haired squinting eyes and asked, "Why are you following me?"
"How did you find me?"
"It's obvious, I don't want to explain."
The FBI in front of him would not leave easily. [Kitahara Yuki] pointed to the convenience store shopping bag he put aside, "Please help Mr. Akai to carry this big bag up, we can chat while drinking coffee."
Akai Shuichi pushed his glasses, picked up the bag unconsciously, and followed [Kitahara Yuki] slowly, his deep eyes fell on the tall back of the young man.
He thought of the surveillance video he got this afternoon, the arrogant and self-centered psychology expert lightly led Gin's attention away, and saved a public security officer in exchange for a month's coffee.
"Drinking coffee late at night is not a good choice." Akai Shuichi said lightly.
[Kitahara Yuki] sneered: "Then you go?"
Akai Shuichi, who wanted to get information, closed his mouth and started discussing which type of coffee tasted better. Apparently, this cold-faced FBI preferred canned black coffee.