Chapter 64, Eighteenth Cycle (8)
The leader of the East Hall Society is not in good health, so Vermouth, who plays Dr. Fujii, needs to stay at headquarters tonight.
Amuro Tooru was essentially under house arrest in this black building.
It's 11 p.m.
The blond young man limped into the infirmary: "Dr. Fujii, I'm sorry, I sprained my ankle. Could you take a look?"
Vermouth watched him close the door with a smile, and then, as if a medical miracle had suddenly occurred, his legs returned to normal, and he walked over and naturally pulled the curtains closed.
A second before the blond youth turned around, the doctor in the white coat behind him pointed a gun at the back of his head.
The crisp sound of the gun being cocked was very clear in the quiet infirmary late at night.
"What's going on? I don't think I've offended Dr. Fujii, have I?" The blond youth helplessly raised his hands and slowly turned around, a relaxed smile on his face.
"Isn't this my problem?" Vermouth's gun remained aimed at his head. "What do you want to do, Amuro-kun?"
Amuro Tooru tilted his head and gave a small "tsk": "Okay, okay, I was faking my injury. I came to find you for another important matter."
He lowered his hands, completely ignoring the doctor next to him who was pointing a gun at him, and walked over to sit on the sofa.
The blond, dark-skinned youth, dressed in a high-end black suit gifted by the leader of the East Hall Society, was sitting with his legs crossed, one hand on the armrest supporting his chin, and the other casually resting on the back of the sofa, his posture arrogant and relaxed.
He didn't look like an intelligence broker imprisoned in a yakuza organization, but rather the boss who controlled this dark organization.
Vermouth didn't know what he was thinking or what he wanted to do, so she could only continue to observe and probe.
She maintained the demeanor expected of Dr. Fujii, walking nervously over to the smiling blond youth and pointing her gun at him: "If it's about helping you escape, then forget it. I don't want to incur the leader's wrath."
She even sincerely advised him from Dr. Fujii's perspective: "Amuro-kun, why do you have to do this? Just wait a few more days, and you will become a member of the largest yakuza organization in Kanto. Why run away now and anger the boss, and even implicate me? I am just a small private doctor. I don't want to get involved in Amuro-kun's plans. Please go back. I will truthfully report to the boss that you are not injured."
"Still acting, huh? How dedicated." The blond youth smiled, his eyes crinkling, but his cold, purplish-gray eyes were sharp and piercing. "Even if I go back now, you'll still come to my room in the middle of the night and disturb my sleep, right? In that case, isn't it better for me to come to you first and resolve things sooner?"
"Right, the organization's Thousand-Faced Witch, Vermouth?" He smiled and slowly uttered her name in a tender and ambiguous tone.
As expected, they were discovered.
The tense expression that belonged to Dr. Fujii on Vermouth's face vanished instantly, replaced by a relaxed smile, but the danger in the air doubled.
“Your intelligence network is indeed impressive. Just how much do you know about the organization?” She chuckled a few times, then sat down on the sofa opposite the blond youth, relaxing her grip on the gun and even deftly twirling it between her fingers.
But her eyes never left the young man opposite her, and after circling around, the muzzle of her gun was once again pointed at him.
"Your next answer will determine your life or death, Amuro-kun," she said with a smile.
The blond youth opposite him didn't even blink. He simply withdrew his hand from the back of the sofa, stroked his chin, and revealed a very interested smile.
“Your disguise is absolutely flawless,” he said.
“But you still found out,” Vermouth said.
“That’s because your intelligence isn’t perfect enough,” Amuro Tooru said. “In this day and age, intelligence warfare is the most terrifying kind of warfare.”
"Are you recommending yourself?" Vermouth asked.
"Yes, the Todo-kai has become the largest yakuza organization in Kanto, but I no longer want to play this childish mafia game with them."
The blond youth gave a mocking smile.
“I’m tired of this. Small gangs confined to a single city or country are no fun at all. A transnational criminal organization like yours, which has existed for over half a century, is much more interesting. You are the world’s largest criminal organization right now, and the things you research are also very interesting.”
Vermouth raised an eyebrow: "You want to join the organization just because it's the strongest and most fun?"
“There’s more excitement.” The blond, dark-skinned youth met her gaze, his dark, purplish-gray eyes filled with madness.
He smiled and said slowly, "I like this dangerous and exciting life."
It was a terrifying gaze, like that of a large carnivore, yet beneath its bestial madness lay a wolf-like ferocity and composure; the man exuded aggression and chilling aura.
He seemed to disregard not only worldly laws and ethics, but even his own life, pursuing only thrills and fun.
This is a true madman, a madman like him is rare even in organizations.
At least most people in the organization generally value their lives and wouldn't risk their lives like this.
Vermouth's smile vanished.
“You did this on purpose,” she said. “You deliberately got caught by the Dongtang Society, and now you’re meeting me and joining the organization. It was all part of your plan.”
"I had this idea when I learned about your organization. After all, given your organization's style, if I knew so much information and didn't join you, I'd be killed sooner or later." Amuro Tooru pouted. "I don't have that chuunibyou brat Sakura's hacking skills."
“However, I did consider joining the organization through the Todo-kai and that batch of weapons, but I ended up being caught and even in my current state…” Amuro Tooru sneered, his eyes filled with a chilling killing intent, “It’s because I was tricked by Sakura.”
Vermouth: "...Cherry blossoms?"
"I was tricked by Sakura into being caught by the Todo Association. Otherwise, how could they have caught me?" Amuro Tooru looked really unhappy.
Vermouth suddenly realized, "So that's how it is." She wondered how someone with Amuro Tooru's strength could be captured so easily.
She thought the other party did it on purpose, but it turns out she was also tricked by Sakura.
He must have a lot in common with Gin.
"Alright, there's no time left, let's get straight to the point." Amuro Tooru stood up and said seriously, "Let your companions do it. We need to leave as soon as possible, preferably before tomorrow."
Vermouth glanced at the time.
11:11 PM.
"What happened? Why are you in such a hurry?" She sensed something was wrong.
"You think Sakura just wants to get me involved with the Todo-kai?" Amuro Tooru walked to the window, pulled back the curtain a little to look outside, "That overly righteous, chuunibyou brat wants to send me and the Todo-kai to the police station together. The police are coming soon, and if we don't leave now, we won't be able to leave at all."
Vermouth was a little surprised: "Isn't the East Church operating legally? How are the police going to arrest them?"
Amuro Tooru glanced back at her, his eyes crinkling with a smile. "For information brokers, it's easy to find a reason and evidence to incite conflict between several major forces. Not to mention that the Todo-kai's recent actions have gone too far; the weapons they've started using alone are enough to get the police involved."
Vermouth walked to the window and glanced out. In the quiet night, there was still only a group of people in black suits standing guard.
[Pull back the curtains.] Gin suddenly spoke through the earpiece.
Vermouth pulled back the curtains and turned to Amuro, asking, "When will the police arrive?"
"How would I know?" Amuro Tooru leaned against the wall with his arms crossed. "I have very few ways to contact the outside world now. Based on my understanding of Sakura and the intelligence I have obtained before, I can only speculate that that guy will definitely start his operation before I escape, that is, before dawn tomorrow. Sakura and the police will not be able to act that quickly either. The sooner we leave, the better."
[He asked him where the weapons were.] Gin said.
"Could that batch of weapons have also been stolen by Cherry Blossom?" Vermouth put the pen on the table into the pocket of her white coat and hung it there.
Amuro Tooru looked at her and slowly smiled, a smile full of malice and arrogance.
"Are you underestimating me?" he said softly. "That kid only got false information, but if you delay any longer, things might change once they realize what's going on."
[Tsk, the police are here. Let's start the retreat.] Gin immediately made a decision: [Vermouth, take this guy with you to find weapons.]
"Bang--"
The sound of bullets pierced the silent night, and the blood splattered from the head of the sentry caused a commotion among everyone, who immediately drew their guns and became alert.
"Watch out, everyone! There's a sniper!!!"
"boom--"
"Bomb?!"
Vermouth and Amuro Tooru managed to escape the chaos and drove away, just as they passed a large group of police cars on the street.
Amuro Tooru drove toward the Yokohama port warehouse he had mentioned, with Vermouth sitting in the passenger seat, the muzzle of her gun still pointed at him from under her white coat.
"I really don't know whether to call your organization arrogant or cowardly," the blond youth said.
“That’s called being careful,” Vermouth laughed. “If you join the organization in the future, you can’t act recklessly like before, or Gin will definitely be angry.”
“Oh, Gin, I know, his intelligence is always particularly interesting.” Amuro Tooru chuckled, his tone full of sarcasm.
Vermouth immediately perked up, straightening her posture slightly from where she was leaning back in her chair.
She even adjusted the angle so the surveillance camera could capture the blond youth's expression, and raised her voice slightly, saying with a smile, "Oh? Tell me more?"
[Vermouth.] Gin's low warning came through the earpiece.
The light is red.
Amuro Tooru turned his head, his gaze lingering for a few seconds on Vermouth's ears and the pen on her white coat, who was still dressed as a doctor. His expression gradually became meaningful.
"So you really were doing a live stream, huh? Luckily we didn't do any Honey Trap. Although I'm indeed very interested in the true face of the legendary Thousand-Faced Witch, I don't have that kind of interest." He smiled and winked at Vermouth.
Vermouth: "..."
Oh no, she's been tricked again, exposed again. This sweet and ambiguous smile is a complete black-hearted person, and she's too perceptive, isn't she?
[Vermouth!] Gin's warning this time was serious. Amuro Tooru's strength exceeded their expectations. In comparison, Vermouth was a bit too relaxed and underestimated her opponent.
This woman has always been like this, relying on that man's favor to be so carefree and irresponsible, and she will do whatever she wants based on her own personal preferences.
"There won't be a third time," Gin said coldly.
"Is that Gin, the legendary figure, that person watching over there?" Amuro Tooru's smile deepened.
Vermouth poked the golden head with her gun: "Darling, if you keep talking, I'll be silenced too."
“Drive carefully,” she said.
“Okay.” The blond, dark-skinned youth knew exactly where his strengths lay. He blinked innocently, his baby face and large, droopy eyes making him look like a well-behaved kitten.
But what is the reality? A tiger? A leopard? A snake? A wolf? Or a fox?
Any of them will do, but it can't be one of those cute, domesticated kittens.
As soon as the red light ended, Amuro Tooru started the vehicle again.
"After joining the organization, can I specifically learn hacking techniques?" he asked.
"Because of cherry blossoms?" Vermouth raised an eyebrow.
"Ha, the reason he's been able to play that make-believe game all this time is entirely due to his hacking skills." Amuro Tooru's murderous aura surged the moment he mentioned cherry blossoms. "Once I've mastered hacking, I'll show that naive, immature brat what the harsh reality is."
After speaking, he paused, his eyes sharpening: "You probably won't invite Sakura to join the organization anymore, right? That brat has tricked you several times, hasn't he? He's supposed to be a savior who claims to uphold justice, his purpose is to eliminate criminals like us. That brat is completely immersed in his own world, so stubborn he can't understand human language at all, and there's no way he'll genuinely submit to you."
Vermouth chuckled: "You don't need to worry about that. If you can take down Sakura, the organization will definitely reward you immediately."
“I want to learn hacking skills right now,” Amuro Tooru said. “Your organization has the most advanced technology in the world, right? I think Sakura is quite wary of you, but there’s nothing they can do about you right now.”
"Aren't you also very good at computer technology?" Vermouth glanced at the street outside the window and saw a light brown-haired policewoman in a blue traffic police uniform riding a motorcycle down from the sky and violently smashing into the suit-wearing thug on the motorcycle in front of her.
Vermouth: "..."
Huh? Are they police? They must be police, right?
Unsure, let me take another look.
"I don't want to learn the simple stuff, I want to learn programming," Amuro Tooru said. "From the very basics all the way up to the level of an advanced hacker who can beat Sakura."
Vermouth's attention was diverted, and she turned to look at the blond youth beside her who had uttered such a surprising statement, unaware that the policewoman's gaze lingered on them for a few seconds after she turned around.
"You're going to learn programming from scratch?" Vermouth repeated uncertainly.
Do intelligence brokers nowadays all need to learn programming and do hacking? Is it really that complicated?
The slackers looked shocked and couldn't understand.
*
"Hagiwara Chisato!!!" Yokomizo Shigego roared at the policewoman with long, light brown hair in front of him, "Do you know what you've done?! A traffic cop speeding in the street! And doing something so dangerous! A criminal almost became a victim!!!"
"They even went so far as to say, 'If you have no more attachment to this world, then I'll continue'—who exactly is the gangster here?!"
“But that’s the second-in-command of the Todo-kai. He even shot a policeman during his escape. How could we let that guy get away? And in the end, he was fine, wasn’t he? I knew what I was doing. I deliberately knocked him into the pool,” Hagiwara Chisato said seriously.
"I know we were able to catch that guy entirely thanks to you, but do you know how dangerous that was? Do you know how many self-criticisms you'll have to write when you get back?!" Yokomizo Shigego glared at her. "You're always like this! You never learn!"
Hagiwara Chisato looked at him with an expression that said, "Yes, I admit my mistake, but I won't change."
Shigego Yokomizo's forehead veins throbbed: "Now even your younger brother in the Tokyo Metropolitan Police Department is like this! Not long ago, he openly raced after a criminal and crashed his car to stop him, didn't he? You two siblings are just too reckless!!!"
Hagiwara Sentsu: "..."
Yokomizo Shigeo thought she had finally shown some guilt, but all he saw was her wave her hand and run away.
"Oh right, I suddenly remembered that there's something very important I need to tell the second-year graduate student. Let's talk about it after the lesson and punishment!"
Yokomizo Shigeo: "..."
*
At midnight, Kenji Hagiwara was working overtime when he received a call from his older sister in Kanagawa.
"Sister? Your operation is over?" Kenji Hagiwara asked in surprise.
The Tokyo Metropolitan Police Department also received news of the major operation in Yokohama, which is why he was working overtime. After all, the Todo Association also has influence and members in Tokyo.
The annihilation of this largest yakuza organization in the Kanto region is one of the biggest operations in recent years. They plan to use this momentum to completely suppress all the arrogant yakuza organizations in the country and thoroughly reform the social atmosphere.
"That's about it. The rest are just small fry." Hagiwara Chisato lowered her voice. "Is it convenient for you?"
Kenji Hagiwara's eyes darkened slightly as he turned and scanned his surroundings. "I'm safe here. Did something happen to you?"
"I saw that person, blond," Hagiwara Chisato whispered.
"What happened to him? Did he get involved?" Kenji Hagiwara stood up.
Kofuya has indeed disappeared for two months and hasn't replied to any of their messages. He must have started going undercover. Could he have been arrested by the police while he was undercover?
Kenji Hagiwara quickly began to think about how to get his close friend from the same cohort out of jail without anyone noticing.
“I’m not sure, he’s not on the arrest list,” Hagiwara Chisato said. “But I saw him in the same car as the private doctor whom the leader of the Todo-kai trusted very much. He must have escaped by now.”
"Huh? Dr. Fujii was arrested? Right here in the clinic?"
“Sister.” Kenji Hagiwara interrupted her, his voice light again, and he said with a smile, “Don’t worry, just pretend you never saw them.”
After hanging up the phone, Kenji Hagiwara's previously drowsy spirits immediately lifted.
Kofuruya once said that there was a Thousand-Faced Witch in that organization who could disguise herself as anyone, so they had to be wary of even familiar faces.
So, Kofuruya has now officially infiltrated that organization, right?
Okay, then he should work hard here too.
Although we are in different places, we are all working towards the same goal, and we can understand each other even when we are apart.
Let's meet again at dawn.
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