Chapter 145
What she wanted was Scotland.
As the Scottish man pushed open the door to the safe house following the instructions in the message, a strong aroma of coffee instantly filled his nostrils.
Fuyuki was standing on a low stool, tiptoeing, intently studying the coffee machine in front of him. Then, as if he had figured it out, the machine began to emit rhythmic sounds.
The failed attempts were carelessly dumped into the sink. She let out a long sigh of relief, picked up a rag with satisfaction, and wiped away all the messy marks on the table. Only then, as if she had just discovered his presence, did she turn around in surprise:
"Scotland, you've arrived."
"Um."
Dongshu was wearing a cotton blue nightgown, as if she lived here all the time. She jumped down from the low stool barefoot, her toes slightly red from the cold ground.
The door to the safe house opened and closed, and the cool breeze that followed seemed to only then slowly drift past her.
Fuyuki shrank back a beat later, a hint of displeasure on his face. He casually added a few sugar cubes to an empty cup before clapping his hands and sitting down on the sofa in the center of the room.
"Come here, sit down." She swung her legs, looking puzzled, and said, "Why are you standing? Aren't you tired?"
Although he hadn't assigned this guy any tasks, Gin clearly wasn't going to let an unassigned person collect a salary for nothing.
Judging from their travel-worn appearance, they had clearly just finished a mission and were rushing here.
Scotland nodded, gently put down his guitar bag, and picked up the paper documents that had been thoughtfully weighed down with a cup.
Fuyuki held the cup with both hands, sipping the warm water slowly, giving the other person ample time.
She was slowly pondering something, occasionally glancing back nervously to observe the status of the coffee machine.
This little thing looks completely harmless, yet it has exploded many times, but she still hasn't figured out what the problem is.
It came from an invention by one of the scientists in the organization when he was bored, and she picked it up because she thought it was interesting.
But now it seems like he's set up a defense testing machine for himself.
After a long while, until not a drop of warm water remained in the cup, Scotland finally frowned and looked up: "...Shall I do it?"
This type of mission generally doesn't fall into his hands. Although the codenamed members are nominally equal in rank, everyone knows that there is an unspoken hierarchy among them.
People like him, who haven't been codename members for long, naturally belong to the later batch.
Dongshu nodded, took out his familiar tablet, and nimbly moved his fingertips across the screen, quickly displaying a surveillance video: "Come on."
The person in the picture is dressed in an elegant and well-fitting suit, but every few minutes he takes out a pocket watch, as if checking the time and waiting for something.
His face occasionally betrayed a hint of barely concealed anxiety.
“What this person wants to do is not important,” Fuyuki said, tilting her head as her black hair slipped from her shoulder. “You just need to see his face clearly, and then find a way to kill him.”
She smiled gently and continued:
Even his current position is unclear.
"But you will be responsible for every step of this mission, and it will be kept absolutely secret. I need to see the results in three days."
Scotland paused, his eyes darkening, his expression shrouded in shadow, making it difficult to discern his true feelings.
I know nothing.
Whether it's a video or a paper document, after looking at it for a long time, all I could find was a figure and half a face; there was no other useful information.
It's too obvious.
If, after becoming subordinate to the person in front of you, you only complete one small team mission.
Then came the tasks that Gin frantically shoved into his hands, as if he wouldn't be satisfied until he was exhausted.
Aside from the rye that disappeared without a trace, the same goes for the bourbon.
He's so busy all day long that he's nowhere to be seen.
We finally managed to run into each other, but it was during a mission, and we didn't even have time to catch our breath.
According to the organizers, this level of workload is the norm at Gin.
Scotland: That's insane.
Fuyuki smiled when she saw his expression.
"Don't stay silent."
"Even if you feel pain, this matter now belongs to you."
A career path specifically tailored for "Scotland".
The other person doesn't need to think too much; they just need to follow the route he set, walking slowly. The road, laid straight ahead, is paved flat and smooth, and then…
Bang!
Suddenly, a bitter, burnt smell came from behind, followed by a wave of intense heat and the smell. Fuyuki turned his head stiffly.
Black smoke slowly rose from the wrecked machinery, and the splattered liquid clung to the walls. The charred black substance adhered to the white walls, appearing particularly glaring.
Completely blown apart, the mechanical parts, beyond repair, rolled on the ground. In an instant, all the strength in Dongshu's body dissipated, and all his momentum vanished. He slumped helplessly onto the sofa, staring at the pile of discarded objects.
"Honestly, what a useless thing," she sighed, whether referring to the coffee machine or something else was unclear.
The smell of burning grew stronger over time, eventually becoming unbearable. Fuyuki looked at the wreckage, frowned, and covered his nose, but had no desire to move.
It was filthy and completely beyond saving.
The first few times it popped open, at least there was a complete body left. If I tried hard and followed the instructions, I could put it back together. But now, it looks like some kind of iron rod if you didn't know it was a coffee machine.
"...Would you like some coffee?" Scotland suddenly asked.
"Um?"
Upon hearing this, Dongshu looked up. She couldn't see the other person's expression, but she saw the man put down the documents, walk towards the mess, and skillfully clean up the waste.
After a long silence, the man skillfully restored most of the mess, his nerves taut, as if trying to relieve the pain of processing a huge amount of information through this ordinary action.
The sudden appearance of this illogical mission... it's practically as if the words "I'm going to die" are openly displayed.
Who did he offend? It's so obvious they want him dead.
A mission completely out of my league, with absolutely no information—kill the enemy? Based solely on a video where you can't even see their profile?
Scotland clutched the shards of glass, the sharp solids slicing through his palm, blood gushing from his flesh and staining the already dark ground red.
*
The overhead light was so blinding, it was as unsettling as the light in the interrogation room.
Scotland lay prone in the ventilation shaft, the space just big enough for one person, not big enough for a sniper to get into a standard position and pull the trigger. But for Scotland, as long as he could see the target and his finger could reach the trigger, he could maintain his level of accuracy and fire the bullet.
This is the only place that can access this airtight laboratory, and the bullets can only hit a very limited area. Whether the target will appear here, or whether it will expose its fatal point to its firing range, is all unknown.
Sweat dripped from my head and seeped into my eyes, causing the whites of my eyes to become noticeably bloodshot.
It will be soon.
We cannot let our guard down.
The target has an unexpected identity—an experimental subject.
Upon receiving this intelligence, Scotland's thoughts inevitably paused for a moment.
The experimental subject was imprisoned in a laboratory under strict guard... and now, his mission was to kill this person.
Seriously, this is incredibly difficult.
Scott was on edge, staring intently ahead. Soon, the target, dressed in a hospital gown and wearing shackles, came into view.
He was highly focused, his fingers slightly bent, ready to fire a bullet at any moment.
Suddenly, static crackled through the quiet headphones, followed by a loud, upbeat nursery rhyme. Scotland's pupils constricted instantly—
etc!
This distance, given the precision of the equipment at the testing facility, is already—
Bang!
The moment the target turned his head, Scotland swiftly pulled the trigger, his movements quick and steady, the bullet piercing through the air and disappearing into the target's forehead without any obstruction.
Then, he gently rubbed his fingertips on the trigger, as if caressing a lover's cheek. The noisy voices and alarms made his heart race uncontrollably. He lowered his eyes and heard Fuyuki's voice in his earpiece: "No need to thank me. I hope you can come out alive."
"We'd better run fast!"
The girl's crisp voice even carried a hint of laughter, as if she were completely unaware of his current predicament.
Scotland's breathing calmed down.
ah……
Just survive.
Even if he only has one life left, he must live on now.
A few days later.
The crackling of the flames in the interrogation room amplified the stench of blood.
It smelled awful; it was as if nothing but blood deserved to exist here.
Scotland felt his mind was in complete chaos, unable to think of anything, and the only thing he could firmly hold onto was the secret of his undercover identity.
The interrogator, feigning impatience, tapped the metal beside the Scottish man's hand. The heat from the branding iron scorched the man's arm in waves, subjecting his already bloodied skin to further torment.
On the other side, dried blood clung to the skin, layer upon layer, a mottled pattern achieved through countless layers and countless wails of agony.
"I'll ask you one more time, who told you to do this?"
The interrogator's voice was oppressive, and a sharp weapon pierced his body along with it. His muscles contracted reflexively, but this only brought him more intense pain.
Scotland weakly raised his eyes. Looking at the person in front of him, he clearly understood that there was no mission or objective. He was just cannon fodder produced by the competition between parties. If he gave in now, even if it was just a single word, his life would not be as simple as being half-dead.
He didn't say anything.
He couldn't say anything either.
His voice had already lost its ability to make a sound before he was arrested.
He curled the corners of his lips into a provocative smile, which pierced the murderous glare in the interrogator's eyes.
—Come on, if you have the guts, really kill him.
They dare not.
"Shhh."
?
"Wow, congratulations."
Scotland was momentarily disoriented. As her vision was taken away, she lost consciousness and collapsed completely.
The night wind whipped the curtains, letting in a drizzle. Dongshu sat on the windowsill, swinging her legs. The moonlight made the silver-haired man behind her look like a demon.
The girl tossed a piece of candy to the Scottish man, who was lying motionless in bed. The candy wrapper reflected the moonlight, leaving a bright mark.
"Satisfied?" Scotland asked, his voice hoarse and rough from being deprived of his voice for so long.
Fuyuki didn't move, but Gin behind her raised his hand, his long fingers strong and cold, and Beretta precisely met Scotland's brow.
The threat is obvious.
After a long while, the girl, who looked like an elf under the moonlight, smiled lightly and asked in a puzzled voice, "What?" as if she had just realized something.
"Well..."
"I know nothing, and neither do you."
She rested her chin on her hand. "As for everything you have now, you discovered and obtained it all on your own."
The vulnerable girl is surrounded by lone wolves and lies recklessly.
"Right... Sir Scotland?"
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