Chapter 157
Funeral of the Winter Tree
After rekindling the heart of a certain loyal silver-haired dog, Fuyuki left gracefully.
But what's with that crazy guy chuckling and constantly yelling "boss"?
Still worried, Fuyuki glanced at Gin with his spiritual power and immediately quickened his pace.
She wrinkled her nose, looking at him with a face that seemed to say she couldn't bear to look at him.
abnormal!
The people in this world who are aware of the world are simply a bunch of irrational individuals.
abnormal!
Mother--!
Mother's world is still the safest!
Seeing Tsurumaru Kuninaga lying on the roadside with vodka, Fuyuki, who was screaming in his heart, took the opportunity to pick him up and leave.
"Let's go!"
Tsurumaru Kuninaga stumbled two steps following her movement, then quickly hoisted her onto his shoulder: "Let's go~"
The trembling vodka: "?"
He looked up, glanced around, and then hurried back to Da Ge's side.
That was really dangerous. That white-haired man must have been trying to kill him.
They had no power to resist at all.
Did he do anything? Vodka didn't understand.
He could only rub the goosebumps on his arms and sit back in his driver's seat.
He glanced at Gin, who had completely recovered to his peak condition, in the rearview mirror, and could only swallow his doubts.
Did that guy just give my brother some kind of hormone?
It's fully up and running, huh? Are we going to be working non-stop again?
No, no, no.
Vodka shook his head violently, his eyes gradually hardening.
As the eldest brother's only partner, how could he be intimidated by working non-stop?
He, Vodka, is the best driver, oops... partner!
*
Gain its benefit and resolve the issue.
All the hidden dangers and light have been resolved.
Gin, that's the solution.
The winery, problem solved.
The next thing to do is—
Rob Roy, solution!
Fuyuki looked with satisfaction at the only bottle of whisky he had left: bourbon.
The poor child, of the original trio, some died or defected, and now only this one is left, still working hard for her.
With Vermouth leading the way these past few years, Bourbon, now alone, has secured a stable position within the intelligence group.
As a mysterious type that the organization's members disliked, he successfully gained leverage for himself.
Fuyuki rested her chin on her hand and pondered for a moment. Now, one last scene was needed, and this time, the protagonist of the scene was herself.
However, barring any unforeseen circumstances, both Bourbon and Rye will be involved in this film.
Let's name it "The End of Rob Roy".
The lit screen displayed the email that had just been sent. Bored, Fuyuki downed the tea in his cup in one gulp and then slammed it down on the table.
The interest in his eyes grew even stronger.
...
When Bourbon opened the door, Fuyuki was curled up on the sofa in the safe house.
Her white nightgown hung loosely over her calves, and a thin blanket covered her body, revealing only a small patch of skin with faint bruises.
“Mission report.” Bourbon placed the file on the table, his voice cold, but noticeably softer than usual. “Just sign it.”
Fuyuki didn't move, but buried her face even deeper into her knees.
"She came by?" Bourbon's gaze swept over the two cups on the table. One cup contained milk, untouched, while the other contained only tea leaves at the bottom.
Fuyuki's shoulders trembled slightly.
Bourbon crouched down closer: "What did your sister say?"
Dongshu looked up, her eyes level with his. Her eyes were red, like a cat with wet fur.
“She said…” Her voice was so soft that Bourbon wouldn’t have been able to hear it if he hadn’t been completely focused, “If this continues, I will die here.”
Bourbon's fingertips tightened slightly.
Vermouth.
He had seen that woman many times, wearing a familiar human skin mask, just like in the bar before, using the identity of the girl's older sister to gain her trust.
The child, who is terrified of Gin and Vermouth and can only barely swagger around in front of them, is unusually gentle when facing his "older sister".
"It's just a pastime, Bourbon, but you seem to really like her..."
Bourbon closed his eyes, and Vermouth's meaningful gaze flashed through his mind. What had he said back then?
Kids will listen to you if you coax them a little, isn't that funny?
He couldn't understand why the other person paused.
Bourbon raised his hand and patted Fuyuki's head, looking at the boy who had become much thinner and more haggard, with a blank expression: "If you want to live, then become more valuable."
Money and slightly better technical skills alone are not enough to secure an irreplaceable position within an organization.
Just like...hiro.
But he couldn't save anyone.
The drooping fingers gradually tightened, the nails almost digging into the flesh.
Pain could not stop his heart from being filled with sorrow.
This is the fate of undercover agents.
*
This day came quickly, as if it had been planned long ago.
The mission failed, and the rain washed away the bloodstains from the ground.
Fuyuki's shoulder was pierced by a bullet, and she fell to the corner of the abandoned warehouse. The layers of dust choked her nostrils, and she covered her mouth tightly to stop herself from coughing.
"come out."
Dongshu curled up in the corner, not daring to move.
Rye, or perhaps now should be called Shuichi Akai, held a gun in his hand, his gaze sweeping across the dark warehouse before quickly pinpointing her hiding place.
The crisp sound of footsteps falling to the ground was like the countdown to death approaching. Fuyuki tightly covered his mouth, and his heart pounded more and more violently.
The next moment, a cold object pressed against her forehead, and she instantly froze.
“Sorry, kid.” Shuichi Akai’s voice was filled with mixed emotions, his eyes hidden in the darkness, making them difficult to see clearly. “You can choose to come back with me. I didn’t intend to kill you.”
Dongshu looked at him, her lips moved, and blood spilled from the corner of her mouth.
"ah……"
She smiled.
"You're such a good person."
Her eyes sharpened, and she suddenly grabbed Shuichi Akai's hand, pulling him to press the trigger.
With a bang, the bullet pierced his brain, his pupils dilated and lost focus, and there was no hope of recovery; he had no chance of surviving.
Shuichi Akai was too late to stop her and watched helplessly as her dark eyes instantly lost their color, and she collapsed to the ground, powerless.
Hello!
He never expected that the child would choose to die.
If you follow him, you'll still have a chance to live a good and happy life, right?
Shuichi Akai cautiously confirmed her death before turning to leave. Seeing this, the people around him quickly evacuated, and the FBI agents who had silently entered Japan disappeared into the night.
Bourbon was the first to arrive at the scene. He knelt in the pool of blood, his fingers pressed against Fuyuki's carotid artery, which was not beating.
Her body had begun to turn pale, and her face still bore traces of dried tears and lingering fear.
Damn it!
His fist slammed into the ground.
"Bourbon."
Vermouth's voice came from behind her. She was unusually not wearing a human skin mask, and her long golden hair seemed to flow in the moonlight.
Those beautiful, captivating eyes were as cold as ice.
Her gaze swept meaningfully over Fuyuki without lingering.
"This is the boss's intention; she knows she can't survive."
A child who knows many of the organization's secrets has been taken away by the FBI; her life will never be in her own hands again.
Bourbon quickly composed himself, raising an eyebrow: "Isn't everyone saying she got in through connections? Boss, you're showing her no mercy."
"You believe the rumors too?" Vermouth bent down and took a blood-soaked photograph from Fuyuki's arms.
"Then I overestimated you."
The front of the photo was turned over, revealing a picture of her with Fuyuki after she put on a human skin mask.
The girl in the picture above is smiling brightly, her fingers tightly gripping the clothes of the girl next to her; she looks extremely happy.
"How foolish."
I don't know if they're talking about Fuyuki or... Bourbon.
As the sole legal heir of Arisu Corporation, Arisu Fuyuki will naturally have a grand funeral.
The official cause of her death was an accidental car accident.
An elderly man with only one eye stood in front of the tombstone, reciting the eulogy expressionlessly.
A man wearing a black trench coat and a black hat leaned against a tree in the distance, smoking. The smoke blurred his expression.
The blond man in the crowd, head bowed, was expressionless, but his fist, hidden in his sleeve, was clenched so tightly it turned white.
The winter tree has no relatives.
Kenji Hagiwara stood silently at a distance from the crowd, even though he clearly remembered that this child had so many older brothers.
Where have those people gone now?
She saved others, but when she died, did she not have a single relative?
Moreover, he always felt that a child with so many secrets shouldn't die so easily because of an ordinary car accident.
He closed his eyes.
After everyone had left, the last trace of spiritual energy, still carrying the other's aura, lingered in Hagiwara Kenji's hands. He picked up the white flower that had fallen to the side and neatly placed it among the flowers.
"I'm so sorry, Dongshu, I can't even offer you a bouquet of flowers." He sighed softly, and his mysterious figure gradually disappeared into the night.
Finally, the woman with long blonde hair led a girl with equally long blonde hair to this spot. Together, they laid down a bouquet of white roses and gently stroked the name on the tombstone with their fingers.
"good evening."
Boss.
As the two turned to leave, the moonlight illuminated the girl's face beneath the brim of her hat.
A year later, a girl wearing a baseball cap stood on a street corner, holding the ice cream she had just bought, and nimbly slipped into a car.
Her features bear some resemblance to Fuyuki's, but upon first glance, no one would immediately connect her to the deceased child.
Dongshu blinked, a sly smile playing on his lips: "Let's go, let's go."
"Master, why are you in such a hurry?" Yamato no Kami Yasusada replied with a smile, but quickly stepped on the gas. "By the way, Mr. Kagemitsu sent a text message."
Dongshu raised an eyebrow, took the phone, and while savoring the sweet ice cream in her hand, glanced down at the message: "Nothing, nothing."
He then skillfully switched to the boss and began issuing commands.
In order to keep Morofushi Kagemitsu's heart at ease, she would still act as his back spirit to help him in important matters.
However, most of the time she was completely free.
Cool!
Dongshu's resentment towards Mr. Ke Xue for arbitrarily adding extra work for others dissipated considerably.
After finishing his business, Dongshu looked out the window and urged again, "Hurry up, Anting."
"If we go any faster, the traffic police will stop us," Yamato no Kami Yasusada said helplessly.
Fuyuki pouted, "Okay."
She quieted down and stared intently ahead.
At that moment, she genuinely wanted to see that child again as soon as possible.
Dorobiga Park.
That is where the true pillar of light for the world was born.
And everything is ready.
The identity card for the "Black Organization Boss" has quietly landed on the new boss.
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