Chapter 224 Seventy-Threeth Cycle (54)
By the time Gin and vodka arrived, the sun was almost setting.
The evening sunset was exceptionally fiery red, but it was no longer able to illuminate the abandoned warehouse here.
The black Porsche was parked next to the white Mazda. Gin was still wearing a thick black trench coat, and Vodka was still wearing sunglasses.
The two were in a hurry to go in and deal with the traitor, and since the organization's people had been there for so long, they didn't check the surrounding environment.
Shuichi Akai stood at the door with his sniper rifle, wondering if anyone else would come.
Gin, on the other side, pushed open the door and went in, ready to mock Bourbon, but when he saw the scene inside, all his words got stuck in his throat.
A vein throbbed on his forehead as he gritted his teeth and demanded, "What are you doing?"
The Scottish man, who was handing Bourbon water, turned around and said matter-of-factly, "You're too late. Bourbon has been locked up for two hours. Of course he needs to replenish his fluids."
Bourbon, who was munching on sushi, glanced sideways and snorted, "You're so late, I thought your plane crashed and fell into the sea to feed the fish."
“Bourbon, we’ve worked together for so long, you can’t curse us like that, can you?” Vodka followed slowly, closing the door behind him. He was also taken aback when he saw the scene inside the warehouse.
There was only one lamp in the warehouse, which served as a boundary separating two worlds.
On the left, Bourbon sat with his legs crossed, being served delicious food and drinks by Scotland, with a disdainful smile on his lips.
On the right, Kiel was handcuffed to a pillar with his hands behind his back, his face expressionless.
Vermouth stood with her arms crossed near the door, her phone still lit up, only now turning off, her expression blank.
Vodka: "..."
Vodka: "?"
Gin's fists clenched, and he wanted nothing more than to pull out his gun and shoot each of the two men. But he held back and said coldly, "Why don't you tie up Bourbon?"
Vermouth glanced at the two shocked people, secretly pleased that she had become the second victim. She guessed that when Scotland said it wouldn't tie up Bourbon, Gin and Vodka were still on the plane and hadn't heard her. They probably thought that Scotland was deliberately provoking Bourbon by feeding him food and water while he was tied up.
“Because Bourbon didn’t want to,” Scotland said, looking troubled. “He was very angry.”
Gin: "..."
Gin took a deep breath, his face darkening as he stepped forward: "I think it's you who's unwilling. Fine, if you're unwilling, then let me do it!"
Bourbon, who had been watching the show with amusement, suddenly became alert.
"Do we really have to tie him up?" Scotland stood in front of Bourbon, frowning slightly.
Gin was genuinely amused and exasperated: "What do you think? He's now a mole who can retaliate against the organization at any time. If any casualties occur later, will you take full responsibility, Scotland?"
“Taking responsibility is no problem…” Scotland stroked his chin.
Gin, having reached his limit, had already begun to draw his gun.
“Alright, then let me tie up Bourbon.” Scotland sighed helplessly, then turned to the blond youth whose face had instantly darkened and smiled gently, “Bourbon, you see, there’s no other way. Since you’re suspected of being an undercover agent, I’ll have to put up with this for now until you’re cleared of suspicion.”
This time, Bourbon didn't say anything, but just frowned and clicked his tongue, which was taken as tacit agreement. He looked very unhappy with a long face.
Conversely, Gin's mood instantly improved, and his hand that was reaching for his gun turned into reaching for a cigarette.
Vodka turned and wiped the wooden box next to him clean so that his older brother, who was smoking, could sit down and watch the show.
Scotland was also busy. He carefully wiped the pillar next to Kiel from top to bottom before gently but firmly handcuffing the reluctant, sullen-faced Bourbon.
Gil, casually handcuffed to a dirty pillar nearby: "..."
She was actually numb, really.
What confuses her now is what Scotland's attitude is toward Bourbon.
He seems to dote on Bourbon now, but he also ruthlessly reported the information that Bourbon was an undercover agent and even personally arrested and locked him up. What is he thinking?
Is there a guarantee that the organization won't kill Bourbon?
"Alright, now you can tell me what really happened, right?" Bourbon turned his face away, ignoring the Scottish man who was comforting him, and stared straight at Gin, who was smoking and observing him and Kiel.
Gin didn't speak, but his cold green eyes beneath his silver hair stared at them fiercely like a wolf, his gaze like a knife trying to skin them alive and dig out all their hidden secrets.
After finishing his gossip with Vermouth, Vodka emerged from the darkness and said solemnly, "For the sake of our past relationship, if you confess honestly, we'll let you die a quick death."
Kiel immediately turned to look at him: "What does this mean? Where did you hear that we're undercover agents? There must be some misunderstanding. How could we possibly be undercover agents?"
Bourbon chuckled instead: "What are you pretending for? There's no need to put on an act of intimidation when facing us, is there? The fact that they didn't just assassinate us but went to all the trouble of locking us up here for interrogation means that the intelligence Curaçao provided to the organization wasn't complete, right? At least they haven't fully confirmed that we are undercover agents, have they?"
Vodka was immediately startled, thinking to himself that Bourbon was indeed worthy of the name.
Vermouth, who has been listening in, just said that Scotland only told Bourbon that Curaçao said they were undercover agents, but didn't say anything more.
So Bourbon deduced the truth based on his own observations.
Gin, who was sitting silently in front of the two, smiled upon hearing this: "As expected of you, you're still as amazing as ever, Bourbon."
Bourbon curled his lips into a smile and looked directly into his eyes without the slightest fear.
Gin scoffed, "You're so confident because you probably think you're still useful and the organization won't kill you, right?"
After saying that, he stood up, took out a gun from his pocket, and pointed it at the blond youth, his crazed smile deepening.
"But unfortunately, you've guessed wrong this time." Gin sneered. "The organization's style has always been to rather kill the innocent than let the guilty go free, unless you can prove your innocence or identify the other party as an undercover agent to atone for your crimes."
He wasn't just making empty threats; he even took off the safety on his gun.
Bourbon's smile vanished: "Are you kidding me? Don't tell me I don't know if Kir is an undercover agent. If I said no, would that prove I'm an undercover agent too? Would the organization let me off the hook?"
Scotland's expression changed as well. He stood in front of Bourbon, blocking Gin's gun with a dark face. His blue eyes were cold and instantly filled with killing intent: "Gin, I remember the BOSS's order was to hand Bourbon over to me. Do you want to overstep your bounds?"
Gin held the gun still: "Scotland, since you still remember the BOSS's orders, then you should know that the BOSS's orders were to kill Bourbon here if he could not prove his innocence."
His slightly excited smile even revealed his fangs: "Since you're unwilling to kill Bourbon, then we'll do it for you. That's what the BOSS wanted too, isn't it?"
Vodka, taking advantage of the concealment provided by his sunglasses, casually observed the expressions on Scotland's and Bourbon's faces.
Actually, the BOSS didn't say he wanted to kill Bourbon; in fact, he emphasized that Bourbon couldn't be killed, but that they could kill Gil first to scare them.
This was primarily a test of Scotland.
Of the group, only Scotland received orders to kill Bourbon directly.
If Scotland shows any sign of disobeying orders and refusing to kill Bourbon, then…
“Heh.” Scotland, who had been wearing a cold expression, suddenly laughed.
His laughter was so abrupt that it made the already tense atmosphere even more awkward, and the others couldn't help but watch him quietly.
"It seems you've misunderstood me a little."
The black-haired, blue-eyed man curved his eyebrows and smiled gently again, raising his hand to lightly stroke Bourbon's short blond hair, who was unable to escape because he was tied up.
"What I mean is, even if Bourbon is to die, only I can kill him."
Scotland's expression was even somewhat shy and embarrassed, but his words sent a chill down one's spine.
"And I also need to be gentle to preserve his body so I can take it back and keep it as a keepsake. Is that alright?"
Kiel: "..."
Gin: "..."
Vodka: "..."
Vermouth: "..."
Shuichi Akai, who was in the warehouse next door, couldn't stand it anymore. He grabbed his sniper rifle, pushed open the door, and ran out to approach them.
That's insane, absolutely insane. It's impossible to predict what such a pervert would do.
Anyway, Conan Edogawa already has a plan, so let's hurry up and rescue them.
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