Chapter 55 Chapter 55 Because whiskey must be neat and tidy...
169.
The next morning, I guarantee it was early morning, and according to my usual schedule, I should have been in deep sleep.
However, I forgot the conversation with Gin yesterday. I forgot it, but Gin will never forget anything related to the Black Organization.
Actually, I hadn't completely forgotten. At least I had set an alarm before going to bed. But when it went off, I had no desire to get up. I curled up deep in the warm, soft covers, like a cicada resisting breaking out of its cocoon. I subconsciously pulled the covers over my head, trying to block out the annoying noise and the world.
Isolation failed.
The bedroom door opened, and steady footsteps approached the bed. Then, I felt a chill on my body.
A corner of the quilt was mercilessly lifted up.
Feeling insecure, I closed my eyes and reached out randomly to grab back the quilt that was like my armor.
"Get up." A deep and cold voice sounded above his head, leaving no room for doubt.
I struggled to open my eyes, and in my blurry vision, Gin's tall figure stood like a cold sculpture beside the bed. He was fully dressed, his familiar black trench coat accentuating his tall, imposing figure. His long silver hair flowed, a few strands brushing against his shoulders. He looked down at me, a hint of helplessness between his brows, a familiar expression of my indulging in bed.
"Well... five more minutes... just five minutes, big brother..." I tried to cheat, my voice was unclear, and I tried to crawl deeper into the bed where warmth still lingered like a piece of taffy.
Gin clearly didn't have the patience to waste five minutes with me. He bent down, one arm slid straight through the back of my neck, the other hand grasping my knees. With a slight effort, he lifted the sleepy, human-shaped bundle from the bed.
"Ouch!" I cried out, instantly regaining consciousness. Instinctively, I threw my arms around his neck for stability and warmth. The hem of my nightgown billowed in my movements, and my bare legs rubbed against the fabric of his windbreaker, sending another shiver through me.
He carried me to the bathroom door and put me down, then flipped on the light. The blinding white light made it impossible for me to open my eyes.
"Ten minutes." He said this and turned to leave, leaving me staring at the messy hair in the mirror in a daze.
When I finished washing up, changed my clothes, and stumbled out of the bedroom in a daze, Gin was sitting on the sofa in the living room, a cigarette between his fingers, but he didn't light it, just twisting it habitually. Hearing my movement, he raised his eyes and glanced at me.
"Let's go."
After being stuffed with a rice ball, I yawned and followed Gin into the back seat of the Porsche 356A.
Vodka had already sat in the driver's seat and waited until I finished eating the rice ball before letting the engine emit a low and steady roar.
The car drove out of the city and finally stopped in front of a hidden underground entrance. After passing through layers of strict identity verification, we entered a brightly lit underground shooting range filled with the cold smell of metal and engine oil.
According to Vodka, this is one of the organization's common assessment locations.
This is my first time here, because as a loser I am not qualified to take part in the code assessment. Vodka has mentioned several times before that he would take me to see the world, but even if Merlo pestered me to go, I had no intention of coming.
It's no wonder Vodka was surprised at first. I really don't want to participate in activities like the Black Organization, but if you want to see Zhu Fujingguang's assessment, that's another matter.
The air was filled with sporadic but precise gunshots, dull and deadly.
A tall, black-haired man in a black jacket, with slightly upturned eyes, was already standing there, carefully adjusting the rifle in his hand. He looked focused and calm, not seeming nervous at all.
That is the newcomer who participated in the code name assessment today, Midorikawa Hikaru, or in other words, the public security police undercover Morobushi Kagemitsu.
No matter how much time passed, I still couldn't get used to the sound of gunfire. It didn't help that I brainwashed myself into thinking it was no different from New Year's firecrackers, so the deafening sound of gunfire made me subconsciously shrink behind Gin.
Gin and Vodka strode with unrestrained strides. Noticing my slight movement, they glanced back at me with disdain, a look that meant "trash." I understood it. Still, he was kind enough not to evade and carry me outside. Instead, he used his broad shoulders to shield me from the noise. I took the opportunity to tug at the corner of his windbreaker, peeking out halfway to peer curiously.
His eyes met those of Hikaru Midorikawa who looked up at him.
He lowered the gun he was holding, said hello to Gin and Vodka, and then his blue eyes fell on me.
I subconsciously narrowed my eyes, and my brown almond-shaped eyes were filled with excitement.
Nonsense, who wouldn’t be excited to see Zhu Fu Jingguang? I respect him as a man!
Gin had no intention of introducing me to Midorikawa Hikaru. He glared at me imperceptibly and nodded at Midorikawa Hikaru: "Let's get started."
"Hey, don't you need an introduction before we start?" I raised my hand to interrupt, looking at him with a smile, "Hello, I'm Kaimen Yingzi. After you pass the assessment, come to Polestar often for a drink, it's free!"
"Get ready." Gin said, grabbing my wrist and saying, "Come with me."
The cheesy love words were on the tip of my tongue but I couldn't say them. I could only hurriedly smile at Zhu Fu Jingguang again, write them down and say them to him next time.
Anyway, he will definitely pass the test. I even know his future code name.
"His information?" Gin pulled me aside, took the materials handed to me by Vodka, and saw the photo on it at a glance.
Tsk, I have to say, the resume the Japanese Public Security Bureau prepared for him is truly flawless. Even with my tinted glasses, I can't see any problems. It seems that Zhu Fushi Jingguang's future exposure is indeed due to a mole on the Japanese Public Security side.
After I finished reading, Vodka put away the information and announced that the first assessment was about to begin.
"The first step is rapid shooting at fixed targets and moving targets." Vodka explained to me in a low voice and handed me a pair of noise-isolating headphones.
Gin simply leaned casually against the far wall, his arms folded, his gaze from beneath the brim of his hat sharp as a hawk as he silently gazed at the center of the field. He didn't emit any distinctive scent, but an invisible, icy oppressive feeling permeated the entire shooting range, making the air seem thick.
Midorikawa Hikaru nodded, indicating that he was ready.
The assessment begins.
The gunfire echoed with remarkable rhythm and stability. Whether it was a fixed bull's-eye a hundred meters away or a target moving erratically at high speed, every shot hit the vital area with pinpoint accuracy. His movements were fluid and precise: setting up the gun, aiming, firing, ejecting and reloading. The entire process was like a precisely calculated machine, efficient and flawless, demonstrating an extremely solid and terrifying sniper's fundamental skills.
Wearing noise-canceling headphones, I watched the electronic screen in the distance constantly refresh the display of "10.9 rings, 10.9 rings", and couldn't help but whisper to Vodka next to me, "Wow... That's amazing."
I remember that Chianti and Cohen's sniper range was 600 yards, and the shot would miss at 650 yards, but now Midorikawa Hikaru's simulation distance has reached 650 yards.
Vodka murmured back, "Ah, that's why Cohen and Chianti are so highly recommended."
Gin didn't make any comments from beginning to end, but his scrutinizing gaze never left the sniper on the field for a moment.
The second step of the assessment was quickly moved to another location.
We drove to an abandoned industrial area. Gin, Vodka, and I climbed to the roof of one of the tallest buildings in the area. The view was breathtaking, and the wind was biting.
Vodka handed me a high-powered telescope and pointed to an office building in the distance. "The target is over there, a traitor. Midorikawa Hikaru will be carrying out a cleanup mission on that red water tower across the way."
I took the telescope and tried to adjust the focus. My heart beat slightly faster because I was about to witness a real sniper kill.
The cold wind made my cheeks hurt, my lips turned pale from the cold, and my hand holding the telescope was shaking slightly.
Suddenly, a black windbreaker, warm from his body, swooped down, instantly shielding me from the cold wind. The coat, still lingering with Gin's warmth and the faintest scent of tobacco, practically enveloped me, its size ridiculously large.
I froze for a second, then emerged from my collar and hastily rolled up my overly long sleeves. Before I could say anything, I heard his cold, hard voice: "Look carefully."
I responded and leaned closer to Gin. Only then, through the telescope, could I clearly see the blurry yet steady figure on the opposite water tower. He was like a dormant cheetah, almost one with the sniper rifle, patiently waiting for his opportunity.
On the street below, the condemned man walked out of the office building unnoticed.
Almost without a pause, an extremely faint gunshot rang out, greatly weakened by the distance and wind.
Almost at the same moment, I saw the target being hit on the head by an invisible hammer, falling backward suddenly and never moving again.
Clean and neat, killing with one blow.
I lowered the binoculars and instinctively let out a breath, my palms sweating a little. Not from the blood, but from the chilling shock of remotely controlling life and death.
"Mission accomplished." Vodka confirmed the result through the intercom.
Gin also looked away from the telescope, his face still expressionless, as if he had just watched a boring show.
The sniper mission was completed. I returned to the car and looked at the desolate scenery outside the window, my mind still replaying the precise and fatal shot.
Even though the car heater was on high, I still felt cold all over, my hands and feet were numb, and my face was pale.
At this moment, Gin's deep voice suddenly rang out in the quiet carriage. He didn't turn around, his eyes still looking forward, but he said to me:
"Yingzi."
"Huh?" I turned to look at him.
"Just now," he said calmly, as if asking casually, "did you notice anything was wrong during the entire process?"
"What?" I looked at Gin through the rearview mirror in the car, and he also saw my pale face in the mirror.
Fortunately, my complexion was already bad, so I wouldn't be suspected of being guilty.
"He has no emotions when he kills people." I saw Gin slowly smile, "Very good."
This should mean that Morobushi Kagemitsu's disguise was very successful, and even Gin did not doubt his identity.
I should be happy for him, but I felt so uncomfortable, my throat was choked, and I could only ask dryly, "Did he pass the test?"
Gin said "hmm" and had no intention of taking Midorikawa back with him. Instead, he signaled Vodka to drive.
The car finally stopped downstairs of the apartment building. I felt the car stop moving and moved my eyelids. I heard the sound of the car door opening and closing, and then I tried hard to open my eyes.
I leaned my head against the car window and saw Vodka enter the apartment building first, but Gin stayed in the passenger seat and didn't move.
I blinked in confusion, trying to think: "Brother, is there anywhere else we should go?"
Gin finally moved. He opened the car door and got out. Then he opened my door and held out his hand. I instinctively took Gin's hand and got out of the car.
But unexpectedly, as soon as he got out of the car, Gin pushed him between the car and him.
Under the shadow of the hat brim, the dark green eyes close to me clearly reflected my face which was full of astonishment.
He lowered his head, and the silver hair on his forehead touched my bangs: "Are you scared?"
I was stunned.
Before I could organize my words, his kiss fell upon me.
The first thing he touched wasn't my lips, but my forehead. It was a quick, almost soothing touch, echoing the meaning of his question, yet forming a strange contrast with his controlling posture.
Then, his kiss slid gently along the bridge of my nose, like a feather brushing, bringing about a slight shudder.
Finally, it covered my lips with precision.
170.
The next day, Zhu Fujingguang was given the code name "Scotch Whisky".
Also announced was another newcomer who was given a codename, “Bourbon.”
While chatting with the organization colleague who had been tasked with arranging safe houses for the new recruits, I looked up in surprise: "Brother, why did you arrange for those three people to live together? Because whiskey is about being neat and tidy?"
It was unusual for Gin to be concerned about the newcomer's safe house arrangements, but even stranger was the fact that it was Gin who had arranged for these three people to live together. Was this the Whisky House or the Undercover House? It was hard to say.
Gin held down my head and didn't want to answer, but he couldn't stand me pestering him, so he snorted and laughed.
"If there's an undercover agent among the three of them, whether they can catch him or not depends on their ability."
I was silent.
Gin's idea made sense, having three people from the same period monitor each other. So, is there a possibility...
The three of them...
All of them...
Undercover?
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The author has something to say: I submitted an application for name change, and yes, I decided to call it Yakult again.
Otherwise, every time I drink Yakult, I feel like I'm betraying myself.
Maybe it can be changed on Friday...
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