Chapter 142
Jumped from the eighth floor
No sooner had the words left his mouth than dark clouds gathered in the calm sky, and large raindrops began to fall mercilessly.
Water droplets slid down the car window, refracting mesmerizing colors under the neon lights, distorting the view outside.
"Where's the rye signal?" Fuyuki asked, looking up.
We can't let something happen to them now, can we? It would be interesting if the FBI agents got arrested by the Japanese police and then the Black Organization had to rescue them.
Scotland turned on the wipers: "He'll be a little later as planned."
But the current timing is clearly not right for this slightly later period.
Fuyuki frowned and turned on his communicator: "Rye, report your location."
Receiving no response, he called again, but the silent communicator remained silent. Even if he had been captured, there should have been chaotic breathing sounds.
But now it's as calm as if there's nothing on the other side.
As the one being controlled, Rye Whiskey does not have the authority to unilaterally shut down the channel.
Scotland exchanged a glance with Bourbon through the rearview mirror.
“Perhaps it’s a communication failure,” Scotland said. “He’s not that weak.”
Dongshu's hands gripped her skirt tightly into fists, a glint of light flashing in her dark eyes.
This mission wasn't difficult; in fact, most of it had already been secretly arranged by her.
Logically, there shouldn't be any surprises; it's perfect for increasing the intimacy level between these three people.
She trusted Gin to handle things personally, so logically, such a basic problem as being cut off from contact shouldn't have occurred.
So something unexpected happened?
Either the equipment is broken, or the signal has been cut off. Hopefully, it's nothing serious.
"Turn around."
Without much hesitation, she gave the order in an icy voice.
Scotland swerved sharply, the tires screeching on the wet road, accompanied by a cacophony of honking horns. The car spun dangerously in a U-shape, flew off the guardrail, and then crashed into the opposite lane.
Dongshu took out his tablet and quickly brought up the signal tracking.
He caught a signal from Bourbon’s surprised and meaningful gaze.
"To the northwest is the industrial zone, where the pace is accelerating."
The industrial area is not exactly close to the rooftop of the high-rise building specified in the Rye Mission.
Her expression was frighteningly calm: "We can't lose a single person. There's no reason for us to lose them on the very first mission we brought out."
The mission plan was for four people in one car to successfully leave.
Instead of the current situation, where someone is missing without any communication, something just doesn't seem right.
Meanwhile, on the roof of the abandoned factory, Rye looked at the completely blocked communicator and sighed helplessly.
The number of people, both overt and covert, surrounding him was unknown. After leaving the rooftop, he quickly headed towards the planned meeting place, but halfway there he sensed that someone was following him. After a moment's thought, he turned around and left without leaving a trace.
"How interesting." He muttered to himself, his eyes wary, his hand gripping his gun tightly. "We're surrounded. If we weren't on higher ground, I could easily be the one surrounding you all."
Heaven knows what he did to offend someone with his identity that gave him the power to have information deliberately gathered about him and have someone kill him.
No, he has quite a few enemies.
The battle was about to break out, and the chaotic yet not empty rooftop provided a natural battlefield for delaying this siege.
Although they outnumbered each other, their opponents were clearly not very skilled.
The gun's aiming technique amazed him, but the repeated near misses kept Rye's nerves on edge.
Soon, rain began to drip from overhead. The sudden change in weather caught everyone off guard, blurred their vision, and made the battle even more intense. The iron plate, twisted by bullets, gradually lost its ability to provide shelter.
Rye expressionlessly wiped the blood seeping from the wound on his cheek. He had no intention of being killed here by a useless little organization before he had even completed his mission.
Suddenly, amidst the chaos, a few sounds came through the headset that had been blocked from signal.
[Black... Listen...]
They've arrived?
He paused, and the people surrounding him were warily closing in on him. There was nothing behind him; if he took another step back, he would fall to the ground.
He quickly looked down from the edge and saw a familiar black sedan speeding towards him from afar. He smiled slightly: "It seems this little commander is much more perceptive than those two good-for-nothing guys."
Clearly, the people downstairs had noticed the commotion in the black car and were moving even closer to them.
[Jump down.]
The girl's calm and clear voice came through the earpiece.
...Hello? Rye's lips twitched.
That's the 8th floor. If you jump without any safety measures, you'll be crippled even if you don't die.
Someone will meet you; hurry.
While using his spiritual power to pinpoint his location, Fuyuki gave commands to the idle sword spirits.
To meet him?
Rye remained calm, deliberately making some noise to prevent the other side from noticing the commotion, then wiped the rain off his face.
The next second, the pink-haired boy silently landed beside him, blinking his big blue eyes, and grabbed his arm without warning.
Rye's pupils constricted, his muscles tensed reflexively, and his finger gripped the trigger tightly.
When did this guy appear? He didn't even notice anything.
Akita Toushirou, who was directly teleported to his location, smiled at him in a friendly manner, then pointed behind him, indicating that he would take him down next.
Rye understood, and his expression turned strange.
For a moment, I was completely frozen.
Let's jump down together; it's like being buried alive with someone.
Before he could have a chance to continue questioning, Akita Toushirou grabbed his hand and twisted it forcefully, pulling him tumbling down the edge. At the same time, a hail of bullets flashed overhead.
The whistling wind swept past my ears, and the edge of the rooftop, which was moving further and further away from me, became unreal. I felt the thrill of freefall all over my body, and my adrenaline was pumping as I tried to save myself.
The fastest bullet grazed his hair and flew away.
Clearly, that group of people didn't care whether they could pinpoint his location or what damage the weapons would cause to the facilities in the area; they were solely focused on killing him.
But the enemy certainly didn't expect this—
Rye felt Akita Toushirou holding her tightly and closed her eyes.
His boss was also targeting him with his life!
Aaaaaaaahh ...
The wind whistled past his ears, and the mysterious figure appeared in mid-air, quickly changing his movements, one hand around his waist and the other lifting his legs.
The movements were swift and without the slightest panic.
Boom!
A familiar-looking grenade flew past me and landed on the rooftop.
Then, accompanied by a flash of light, a huge explosion rang out from above.
I don't know how long it took, maybe forever, or maybe just a moment, but when his body came to a stop and landed steadily in the car, Rye felt like he had come back to life.
Dongshu stood on the roof of the car, still holding the grenade she had thrown. Looking at his completely dazed appearance, she pursed her lips helplessly: "Can't you have some manly spirit? Look how scared you are. You're still alive, still alive. Let's go."
The last two words were spoken to the Scottish driver.
Scotland, who was also overwhelmed by the information overload and shock, quickly composed himself, stepped on the gas, and the car sped away.
Fuyuki nimbly slipped back into the car and expertly patted Akita Toushirou's fluffy head.
"Good boy, well done."
Akita Toushirou sat obediently in his seat, his hands resting on his knees, and smiled, "Thank you for the compliment, my lord!"
For non-human swords imbued with gods, with the help of spiritual power, it is not a difficult thing to leap off a tall building with a person in them.
Bourbon went to the front row, turned around, looked at the stiff rye and said sarcastically, "Useless, so easily surrounded and wiped out."
Rye twitched the corners of his mouth; having just experienced a freefall without any protection, he didn't want to talk to Bourbon.
"Bourbon, be quiet." Fuyuki was still recovering from the shock of rescuing an important figure from the world when she heard this voice again. She frowned and shut the person up.
"yes."
Bourbon turned his head back and looked ahead expressionlessly.
"Rye, do you know anything about the other side?" Fuyuki began to deal with the people who had set up the scheme today.
Rye shook his head, hissing in pain, "We've offended too many people; we need to investigate."
"Bourbon, I need the documents tomorrow."
Let's leave the intelligence work to those who are good at it. Bourbon is the only one in the four-person team who has expertise in intelligence.
"……yes."
Obviously, they were unwilling.
Just agree.
Fuyuki glanced at Bourbon, who didn't seem very happy. Was this their natural nemesis?
These two haven't known each other for very long, have they? But the tension between them is already very strong.
Helpless and not really caring, Fuyuki pulled Akita Toushirou's head into his arms and stroked it casually.
The soft, pink marshmallow happily enjoys the embrace from the Saniwa.
Rye had quickly recovered, and his wounds began to throb slightly, but for someone like him who had been crawling and struggling in the dark, this was nothing.
Anyway, there are no fatal wounds, so it's safe.
The car was extremely quiet. Each of the three people was preoccupied with their own thoughts, and their probing glances were subtle yet intense, with sparks flying between them.
The three up-and-coming codenamed members have not yet gelled into a truly trustworthy team.
But this is perfectly normal for those who risk their lives to work.
At this moment, only Fuyuki and Akita Toushirou were in the car, truly immersed in this rare moment of peace and quiet.
Fuyuki: Soft~ I love it!
Akita Toshiro: My lord, your technique is so skillful...
It was as if the gaze of a water-colored katana was looming in the air.
Rye leaned his head against the back seat, slowly regaining his strength.
The guy suddenly appeared and jumped off a high place with me, without me getting hurt at all.
He glanced at the other person discreetly.
And... it's a child again?
Is the Black Organization such a fondness for using child labor?
And this guy who just suddenly appeared is called Little Boss... My Lord?
It's a very old-fashioned way of addressing people, and in today's society, it's mostly families with a long and rich history that still use this term.
It seems that becoming a codename member at such a young age is not as simple as getting in through back channels as the comments suggest.
Although the mission was planned by Gin, his superior, who was in charge of the command, didn't give many orders.
It looks exactly like a vase, a tool for someone with money at home.
However, the fact that his location was found so quickly after the mission was over clearly wasn't the work of Bourbon and Scotland, so in the end, it could only be...
The green eyes darkened.
They suddenly rushed straight towards us from an area without any surveillance cameras.
position.
It's about positioning.
Is there any bias or label attached to him?
Or perhaps someone has been secretly watching them all along?
Regardless of the speculation, the fact that Rob Roy was able to grasp the intelligence he obtained is enough to show that he is not just a pretty face.
This boss is a real boss.
The road ahead is becoming increasingly remote.
In the clearing forest, the winter trees suddenly called for a halt.
The car door was flung open, and a small black figure practically leaped out.
"Rye, get out of the car. You two can go directly."
Akita Toshiro stood beside her, carefully holding the umbrella steadily over her head.
"You joined the organization through that girl, right?"
Rye Whiskey came into contact with the organization through a low-ranking female member, and his subsequent rise through the ranks based on his own abilities is well-known.
After a while, the rain had subsided considerably, but Rye could still clearly feel the fine, scattered raindrops hitting her face.
He crouched down so that he and the little girl were at eye level.
“Obviously,” he replied calmly, “but it was just a coincidence.”
He happened to be hit by that girl's car, happened to become her boyfriend, happened to join the organization through her, and happened to have a sister who was a codenamed member...
Fuyuki squinted, his overly clear eyes staring directly at the other person.
In an instant, the rye felt a chill.
But when he accepted the other person's gaze without flinching, he saw a hint of unease hidden in that dark background.
He paused. Why was he uneasy?
“Whether it’s a coincidence or intentional,” Fuyuki interrupted his thoughts expressionlessly. “These things are none of my concern, but if you create factors that affect the mission because of your personal feelings…”
She paused, her tone icy, and then said, "Then let them die if they deserve to."
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