Chapter 75, Eighteenth Cycle (19)
The three members of the whisky team have been working together for a year, and it seems that not only has there been no falling out between Bourbon and Rye over Bourbon's alleged betrayal of Scotland, but the relationship between Bourbon and Rye has even improved somewhat.
Ultimately, only vodka, who gambled that they wouldn't fall out, emerged as the winner of this bet.
Chianti slammed her fist on the steering wheel in frustration: "Why?! Vodka, were you also deceived by Bourbon, thinking he was a decent guy who wouldn't harm Scotland?"
Vodka leaned against the window of the Porsche next to her and pushed up his sunglasses: "Although I get along well with Bourbon, I also know he has a terrible personality. His deliberate attempt to befriend Scotland is a malicious attempt to target Rye. Bourbon definitely wants to steal Rye's partner after stealing his girlfriend, there's no doubt about that."
Cohen, who had also lost the bet, turned his head in confusion: "So, you still bet that they won't fall out?"
Vodka smirked and said smugly, "Because I trust my brother."
Gin, who had previously shown no interest in their boring conversation, opened his eyes in the back seat.
Vodka continued to explain to Cohen and Chianti in the next vehicle: "Since Big Brother proposed arranging for those three to team up, there must be a reason for it, and that gentleman also agreed, so we will definitely not let the three of them have a complete falling out and affect the harmony of the organization's comrades and the mission."
Harmonious peer relationships... Does their organization have that kind of thing?
Chianti was speechless for two seconds, then continued, "So you know what the reason is?"
Vodka nodded: "After seeing their current situation, I completely understand. Big Brother must want to ease the tension between Lai and Bourbon to prevent their relationship from becoming an obstacle to future missions. He's worried that they might end up secretly killing each other and wasting the organization's talent, which is why he did this."
"Huh? Is that so, Gin?" Chianti raised his voice to confirm with the silver-haired assassin in the back seat of the Porsche.
Gin didn't respond, so Vodka continued to explain: "Think about it, didn't the relationship between Bourbon and Ray gradually improve after they teamed up? Even though they're still fierce competitors and have even started learning each other's best skills, there's no longer that life-or-death feeling from the beginning. It's all because of Big Brother's decision!"
Cohen was a little stunned: "Is...is that so?"
Vodka affirmed, "That's right! That's exactly why Bourbon didn't immediately break ties and abandon Scotland, but instead played the game of friendship with him. Their whisky team's missions, except for encountering cherry blossoms, were 100% successful."
Chianti's eyes widened, wanting to refute but unable to.
Vodka concluded, "It's because I trust my brother's wise decision that I believe the whisky trio of Bourbon, Rye, and Scotch won't fall out, but will instead cooperate to become one of the best groups in the organization."
Chianti thought about it and it seemed to make sense, so she clicked her tongue in annoyance: "That's alright, at least Bourbon won't do anything too outrageous to Scotland, and he'll maintain a friendly relationship with him because he wants to annoy Ray together... Damn it! Isn't this just like Calvados and Vermouth?!"
“That’s exactly right, so I’m not worried at all about them falling out,” Vodka laughed. “And don’t let Bourbon’s seemingly emotional nature fool you; he’s mostly just putting on an act to elicit reactions from others and gather intelligence. Bourbon is a very rational and calm person who won’t let personal preferences affect his mission. Although he can be a bit crazy, he’s also very measured, which is one of the reasons why Big Brother trusts Bourbon.”
"Vodka, you talk too much," Gin said coldly.
Vodka shut his mouth.
My older brother actually admires Bourbon quite a bit, although he is indeed having a lot of trouble dealing with Bourbon.
However, Bourbon and Vodka have a good relationship, or rather, a pretty good one.
They would often contact each other online to share information and interesting news, and on their vodka breaks, they would often complain to Bourbon.
After all, Bourbon was quite familiar with him, knew everything about him, and could talk about anything. He wouldn't even mock Gin like he did in front of his brother before; instead, he would praise Gin behind his back.
This touched Vodka deeply, making him realize that Bourbon actually trusted and admired his older brother, and he enjoyed chatting with him even more.
Amidst Chianti's exaggerated laughter, the two cars sped through the parking lot at alarming speeds and on terrifying trajectories, finally coming to a screeching halt on either side of them.
Rye and Scotland's car was parked next to Chianti and Cohen's car.
Bourbon's car was parked next to Vodka and Gin's Porsche.
Bourbon rolled down his window: "I won, I got there first."
Rye rolled down his window and said, "I was the one who entered the parking lot first."
Vodka: "..."
Do they even have to fight over this?
As he got out of the car and handed out the mission items to the three newcomers, he mentally grumbled to himself.
Gin straightened up: "It's time to stop this childish arguing. Are you all ready for the mission?"
Scotland laughed and said, "Of course, gin."
Gin lit a cigarette: "Very well, then let the mission begin."
"This is an important mission personally assigned by that gentleman. Success is the only option; failure is not an option." The silver-haired assassin raised his head, revealing a pair of cold green eyes beneath his hat brim, and swept a highly oppressive glance over everyone.
"Alright! Let's go all out!" Chianti shouted excitedly.
Bourbon and Chianti's relationship was bad because of Vermouth and Scotland. Upon hearing this, he immediately showed a mocking smile and said, "What do you mean by 'go all out'? Chianti, did you really read the mission requirements? We're just going to capture someone, not kill or fight. Do you want to expose the organization's existence? Gin will definitely be very angry and shoot you directly and ask you if you're a rat."
"Bourbon! You—" Chianti was so angry that she started cursing, while Gin, who was being subtly mocked, was no longer bothered by such a level of ridicule.
“Bourbon is right. This operation will mainly be led by Bourbon, Ray, and Scotland, with Vodka as an assistant. Chianti Cohen and I will provide support and observation outside, and try not to cause too much of a commotion. Do you understand?” Gin said in a deep and serious voice.
"Understood," the other six responded.
“Then, let’s begin,” Gin said.
*
“Nothing unusual at the casino,” Bourbon’s voice came through the earpiece.
“Understood, I’ll go into the casino now,” Vodka whispered.
He got out of the car alone, looked around to make sure everything was alright, then pulled his hat down low and entered the mission location.
A huge, luxurious casino that secretly engages in human trafficking and organ trading.
But that's none of their business; their mission is simply to catch a man who's always hiding here.
Vodka's task was merely to assist and observe the scene up close. Once inside the casino, he chose the best spot to observe the entrance and the center of the casino and remained there.
Bourbon had already been in there for a while.
A handsome young man with blond hair and dark skin, dressed in the casino's uniform, has transformed into one of the casino's operators and is already sitting at a huge gambling table, starting his work.
Not long after, Rye and Scotland also entered the casino.
Scotland walked ahead, his hair combed back, wearing a thick fur-trimmed trench coat over a black suit, a huge gemstone ring on his finger, and sharp, cold blue eyes and stubble that added to his obvious dangerous aura.
It's not surprising that such a seemingly dangerous big shot would have a cold-looking, long-haired bodyguard behind him, is it?
Wearing a neat black suit, Leigh remained silent and expressionless as he followed behind Scotland.
However, his knitted hat was gone, and his long hair was tied up high, making him look less dangerous and mysterious and more disciplined, which was more in line with the standards of a hired bodyguard.
Such a pair of guests is not uncommon in this casino; in fact, it's a very common combination.
The two snipers outside and Gin were also ready.
The mission started off smoothly. The mission target, who had a penchant for exotic sights, quickly set his sights on Bourbon, a new dealer. He chased away the customers at Bourbon's table and then sat down to start the game.
The dealers work in two-hour shifts. Once Bourbon has finished getting information from them and it's time for their shift, they can officially begin the arrest operation.
Vodka continued until he saw three people walk in through the door.
Vodka paused for a moment, checked several times before pressing his earpiece and whispering, "Big brother! Something's wrong! The police have come in!"
Bourbon, Scotland, and Rye all felt a jolt in their hearts and glanced subtly toward the door.
Upon seeing the newcomer's appearance, Bourbon and Scotland didn't just feel a jolt of fear; their hearts stopped abruptly.
"Where?" Gin clicked his tongue.
“The three men in black suits by the window at the fifth table on the left after entering are one with curly hair and sunglasses, one with medium-length black hair, and the other a tall, burly man with stubble,” Vodka said.
Gin turned the binoculars around and, sure enough, spotted three people who matched the description.
“I saw them, but are you sure? They don’t look like police at all; they’re even darker-skinned than us,” Chianti complained from behind the sniper scope.
“I’m sure,” Vodka said. “I see their news all the time when I’m surfing the internet. They’re three very famous star police officers who have become very popular in recent years. Don’t you know them?”
Gin sneered: "Why should I remember a policeman's name and face?"
So Vodka began with a brief introduction: "The one with the curly hair is Matsuda Jinpei, the ace bomb disposal officer of the bomb disposal unit. It is said that there is no bomb he cannot defuse, and he can take care of ordinary bombs in three minutes. In addition, he is very popular with the media because of his handsome face and unruly personality."
"The one with the slightly longer hair is Kenji Hagiwara. He's a detective in the First Investigation Division. He has excellent observation and communication skills and is known for his ability to quickly investigate and solve any case he encounters. He's very popular with women. Also, because his family used to own a car factory, he's very familiar with vehicle-related matters. He even caught the criminal who hit Bourbon two years ago and fled the scene."
"Oh, it was him. I'd almost forgotten. All I remembered was going to cause trouble for the guy who got me into the car accident." Bourbon, who had just finished his shift and was about to take a break, turned around and whispered.
“Bourbon, I’ve said this many times already, that car accident had nothing to do with me,” Ray said.
"You two shut up," Gin snapped at the two arguing men before asking Vodka, "What about the last one?"
“The last one, tall and burly, is called Date Wataru, also a detective in the First Investigation Division,” Vodka said. “Although he looks mature, he’s 25 years old, just like the other two. He’s incredibly strong and skilled in physical combat; he can arrest even the most robust criminals instantly. He’s known as the tough detective who’s impossible to kill.”
Vodka concluded, "The three of them seem to be close friends from the same police academy class, and they quickly became rising stars in the police force in the three years since they joined the force. However, they occasionally do some rather outrageous things, clearly prioritizing emotions and justice over Metropolitan Police Department rules. There have been several instances where they accepted praise from the public while simultaneously issuing public apologies, which is why they are even more popular with the media."
"So, are they here on their own private investigation, or part of a major crackdown operation by the Metropolitan Police Department?"
Gin pondered for a few seconds and quickly made a decision: "Ray and Scotland should hold off the target and escort them to the VIP box."
"Bourbon, go and probe those three policemen, try to get some information out of them and see if they'll interfere with our operation," Gin said.
Bourbon: "..."
“Okay, okay.” Bourbon sighed. “Tsk, I hate dealing with the police the most.”
Others assumed he disliked the police because of the cherry blossoms and even made a few sarcastic remarks.
Only Scotland remained silent.
Morofushi Kagemitsu: "..."
Morofushi Kagemitsu is starting to panic.
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