Chapter 63, Eighteenth Cycle (7)
"Vermouth, it's time to get to work. This is the gentleman's order."
——GIN】
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A Harley-Davidson motorcycle speeds by on the streets near Yokohama Port.
Both the Harley-Davidson motorcycle itself and the beautiful female rider with a hot figure and long blonde hair in a black bodysuit are extremely eye-catching.
Unfortunately, the streets here were deserted due to the recent gangland brawl, so the woman didn't attract much attention.
Soon, the Harley-Davidson motorcycle disappeared, replaced by an ordinary car.
The car stopped in front of a clinic, and a blonde woman wearing sunglasses and a hat got out and went inside.
Soon, the clinic became hers.
Disguising herself as a doctor was a piece of cake for the organization's Thousand-Faced Witch, but this was only the beginning of the mission; the real challenge lay ahead.
"Dr. Fujii, the boss is having a dinner party at the Sky Cafe in Yokohama Landmark Tower at 6 pm. I hope you can make it there."
Vermouth skillfully adopted Dr. Fujii's voice and agreed.
Dr. Fujii is not only a doctor in an underground clinic, but also the trusted private physician of the leader of the Todo-kai, the largest yakuza organization in Yokohama.
That was the most suitable identity for her to infiltrate and investigate.
She picked up the gun from the table and put it on her person. After checking her disguise in the mirror to make sure it was perfect, Vermouth drove Dr. Fujii's bulletproof car slowly down the bustling streets of Yokohama.
Yokohama is an international port city located in eastern Kanagawa Prefecture, and is the second largest city after Tokyo.
Yokohama Port is the most famous of them all. It is the country's largest international trading port and one of the largest ports in Asia.
Yokohama is also a designated city with a certain degree of autonomy.
Moreover, because Yokohama was initially forced to become a free trade port under the threat of Western powers, and even served as a US military base, it is now extremely complex and dangerous due to the presence of various forces, despite its close trade relations with foreign countries and prosperous economy.
The smuggling of various dangerous goods is rampant.
For example, Vermouth's mission this time was to investigate the shipment of weapons that had flowed into Yokohama and assist the action group in taking them into the organization's possession.
The organization's intelligence team has determined that the weapons were most likely acquired and secretly hidden by the Todo Club, now Yokohama's largest yakuza group. Her mission is to confirm the authenticity of this intelligence and investigate where the weapons are hidden.
Also, recruit Amuro Tooru, an information broker who helped the Todo-kai defeat the Muddy-kai and become the largest yakuza organization in Kanto.
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At 5:30 p.m., Vermouth, disguised as Dr. Fujii, arrived at Yokohama, or rather, the tallest building in the country, the Yokohama Landmark Tower.
Sky Cafe, located on the 69th floor of Yokohama's landmark tower, is the highest restaurant in the country. Despite its name, it doesn't primarily serve coffee; instead, it offers a variety of Western dishes, homemade cocktails, and juices.
This floor also features the famous observation deck – the Sky Garden, which usually attracts many visitors, but today it has been completely booked by the East Hall Club.
The fact that the leader of the East Hall Society met with Amuro Tooru here is enough to prove his high regard for Amuro Tooru and his desire to recruit him.
Vermouth nodded to several men in black suits and sunglasses and stepped into the elevator, which was touted as the second fastest in the world.
The journey from the second-floor lobby to the 69th-floor sky garden, a height of nearly 300 meters, takes only 40 seconds.
In those 40 seconds, Vermouth checked all the information in her mind one last time.
The focus of her mission this time was not weapons, but Amuro Tooru.
Weapons are important, but they are not rare items for the organization.
What organizations have always wanted most is talent.
Top talents in various industries and fields.
Since they couldn't catch Sakura, the information broker and hacker, and almost fell into a trap and were ridiculed, bringing back Amuro Tooru, who has the strength to rival Sakura, became the top priority.
"bite--"
The elevator doors opened, and Vermouth stepped out amidst the gazes of a group of people in black suits. She was then led to a seat by the window.
There were still twenty minutes left until the appointed time, and neither the leader of the Todo-kai nor Amuro Tooru had arrived.
The man in the white coat and wearing refined glasses didn't seem nervous or anxious. He remained calm and composed as usual. After putting down his first-aid kit, he simply ordered a cup of coffee and quietly sat in his assigned spot to enjoy the scenery outside.
The leader of the East Hall Society was an old man in poor health, so he usually had his trusted doctor, Dr. Fujii, wait by his side when he went out.
"bite--"
The elevator opened again.
Vermouth turned her head, and the leader of the East Church, whom she already knew by heart from the documents, walked out of the elevator.
Next to slowly step out of the elevator was a blond, dark-skinned young man whom I had only seen once in a blurry side profile photo.
Seemingly noticing that someone was watching him, the blond, dark-skinned youth turned his head and met Vermouth's gaze precisely.
Vermouth, wearing Dr. Fujii's skin, calmly nodded slightly in acknowledgment.
Just like the eyes looking at the camera in the photo, they are droopy eyes that seem harmless, but the metallic purple-gray pupils in those eyes can make the person being looked at feel a chilling coldness and danger.
But the smile that followed on his honey-like doll-like face was so sunny and gentle, even adorable, that it perfectly offset the intimidating effect of his 1.8-meter height, making it easy for people to feel trust and closeness to him.
This is Tooru Amuro, the information broker who has recently thrown the entire Kanto Yakuza faction into utter chaos. He is said to have an extremely vicious personality and an unpredictable and bizarre style of doing things.
Just by looking at his appearance, you would never guess that he had such a background.
He looked exactly like a simple, sunny college student; the only striking features were his mixed-race heritage and good looks.
No wonder he was able to fool the Muddy Society by disguising himself as a waiter, and escape unscathed after obtaining the information.
But he's very handsome, and Vermouth likes good-looking people.
"Mr. Amuro, please have a seat."
The leader of the East Hall Society sat down with the blond youth at the table in front of Vermouth by the window, which was the best spot in the entire Sky Cafe for a view.
"Amuro-kun, do you know? This is the place in this country that is closest to the sky."
It's exactly six o'clock in the afternoon, and the setting sun is slowly sinking, casting an ambiguous yet magnificent glow over the world outside the huge floor-to-ceiling windows.
"The weather is great today. If your eyesight is good, you can even see Tokyo Tower and Mount Fuji in the distance."
The old man, exuding an aura of decay, chuckled and whispered about his insane desires and ambitions.
"Of course, even if I can't see it, I can still have complete control over the situation of Tokyo Tower and Mount Fuji."
Vermouth was a little disgusted, and gently picked up the cup and took a sip of coffee.
"Of course, the Dongtang Society has now become the largest organization in Kanto. Congratulations to the leader for achieving his wish." The blond youth finished ordering his food without changing his expression, glanced at the scenery outside, and quickly looked away without interest.
"My wish is far from being fulfilled." The leader of the East Hall coughed twice and gently tapped the window next to him with his withered fingers. "Amuro-kun, look down and look at the city below."
Vermouth watched as the blond youth turned his head and lowered his eyes, looking down at the city below the floor-to-ceiling windows with no emotion in his eyes, his face practically screaming boredom.
He seems to be getting a little bored, Vermouth thought.
"All the wealth and power within sight are under your control. A single thought of yours can influence the fate of the entire city, even the country and the world. Don't you like this feeling, Amuro-kun?" The leader of the Todo-kai stared at the blond youth opposite him with a frenzied and burning gaze. "Amuro-kun, you have such strength. As long as you are willing to join the Todo-kai, I can immediately give you a position as an executive."
"Is that so?" Amuro Tooru leaned back in the soft chair, his smile reappearing like a mask, clearly unmoved.
The old man continued, "With Amuro's power, we can quickly expand our influence and eventually even control the entire country. Then, we can have whatever we want and do whatever we want. Wouldn't that be better than you hiding and playing intelligence games?"
“But that’s too much trouble.” The blond youth sighed. “I just want to have some fun. Let’s continue our partnership. I don’t really want to work hard and worry about things.”
“That’s no problem at all.” The old man was already quite agitated. “Those incompetent and stupid policemen can’t do anything to us! And now there’s nothing that can threaten us anymore. With our current strength, taking down the Yamaguchi-gumi in Kansai won’t be a big problem. At that time, I will control the darkness of the entire country, and even the government will have to look after me!”
Toru Amuro: "..."
Vermouth took another sip of coffee.
This Todo-kai is getting way too arrogant. Even Amuro Tooru is speechless. It seems like their leader won't last long.
After all, both the weapons and Amuro Tooru will soon belong to the organization.
Even if they can't get them, the organization will destroy them.
“Actually, I’m a mystic,” Amuro Tooru began. “As you know, information brokers are usually mystics.”
The blond youth rested his hands on his chin, his fingers interlaced, his purplish-gray eyes, filled with a chilling coldness and madness, staring directly at the old man opposite him. The smile on his lips gradually turned dangerous.
He said, "I don't want to be exposed to the public like this, nor do I want to join your organization and make a name for myself. To be honest, I'm really distressed that you brought people to ambush me and then brought me here."
The atmosphere immediately became tense.
The leader of the East Hall Society stopped smiling; his wrinkled face darkened and instantly became terrifying.
“Amuro-kun, now is not the time to be capricious about personal preferences,” he said.
The sound of guns being cocked echoed all around, and all the men in black suits drew their guns and aimed them at the blond youth.
Vermouth thought to herself, "Oh wow," confirming that the weapons were indeed in the hands of the Todo-kai. At the same time, she was thinking about how to save Amuro Tooru should something go wrong.
It is said that Amuro Tooru's skills far surpass those of ordinary intelligence personnel, but he alone could not possibly deal with such a group of people carrying high-grade guns.
"Oh dear, this isn't fun anymore, Boss." Amuro Tooru helplessly raised his hands in surrender. "I don't think we needed to go this far, did we? Weren't our collaborations going quite smoothly before?"
“I didn’t want things to come to this, but young people these days are so hot-blooded and don’t respect the elderly, so I have to threaten them a little,” the old man said with a smile. “It’s like how disobedient children need to be disciplined a little before they understand their parents’ good intentions and become more obedient in the future.”
Amuro Tooru's displeasure was evident in his eyes, but he ultimately gave in.
He is not an impulsive person.
Vermouth mentally assessed him again. After all, there were many impulsive idiots in the organization, and it was rare to find someone like him who, although crazy, was intelligent and calm.
Once this matter was resolved, the waiter began serving the food.
The two ate, drank, and chatted in a harmonious atmosphere as if nothing had happened, dreaming about their bright future. Sometimes, Amuro Tooru's casual remarks would make the old man's eyes light up, and his gaze towards him would become even more ardent.
After finishing their meal, the old man took the blond youth to the rooftop garden to enjoy the night view.
Yokohama at night carries a more dangerous air than during the day, hidden beneath the dazzling neon lights.
Although it's spring now, the air is still quite cold.
The old man clearly couldn't stand on the country's highest observation deck to admire the bustling Yokohama night view for long, and given that he had already exceeded his daily exercise limit, Vermouth was not surprised that his cough caused a commotion among those around him.
"Dr. Fujii!"
Vermouth stepped forward carrying a medical kit.
The old man, who had finally recovered, turned around and prepared to go back, wearing a thick coat and looking pale.
After Vermouth finished packing her first-aid kit, she looked up and met the gaze of Amuro Tooru, who had been staring at her.
His eyes held a faint curiosity and scrutiny towards the person he was meeting for the first time, probably wondering about the relationship between Dr. Fujii and the leader of the Todo-kai.
Under the moonlight, in Yokohama's tallest rooftop garden, a handsome young man with blond hair and dark skin smiled and extended his hand to the doctor who had stood up.
"Hello, nice to meet you. My name is Amuro Tooru," he said.
Vermouth smiled and extended her hand: "Hello, nice to meet you, I am—"
The old man turned around in surprise: "What do you mean by first meeting? The Muddy Society is no longer a threat, so there's no need to hide the fact that we've met before, is there?"
Vermouth's heart skipped a beat, and her pupils twitched slightly, as if she had been instantly doused with a bucket of icy water.
In that instant, she clearly saw the smile on the blond youth's lips slowly deepen, and his purplish-gray eyes, with their cold metallic sheen, held a sharpness and thoughtfulness that seemed to pierce through her flesh and see right through her bones.
“Of course, I mean, this is our first official meeting, openly and legitimately. Right, Dr. Fujii?” The handsome blond-haired, dark-skinned young man smiled, shook her hand up and down, and deliberately drew out the last part of her name in his deep, amused voice.
Vermouth withdrew her hand from his, adjusted her glasses, and smiled, "Yes, Amuro-kun."
The pen pinned to the doctor's white coat reflected a cold glint.
A chilling, menacing voice suddenly came from the small earphone hidden in the ear, concealed by the disguise.
“He realized something was off about your identity,” Gin said. “His quick reaction might even be because he knew the organization wanted weapons and the Thousand-Faced Witch. But he didn’t expose you, probably because he wanted to break through your defenses and escape, or maybe he wanted to join the organization directly… This guy is very bold, and his strength is indeed quite impressive.”
Gin chuckled after he finished speaking, it was unclear whether it was mockery or satisfaction.
"Vermouth, plan changed. Prioritize dealing with Amuro Tooru. This guy should know where the weapons are."
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