Chapter 58 Chapter 58 (Additional update for 8k nutrient solution) “Ah…
177.
"Why is there still this whole Rum thing going on? He wants Bourbon too, isn't Rye enough?" I immediately raised my voice. "That's too much! We have to hold on to Scotland!"
It's strange to say, but Rum actually has a thing for Lei, a blatant preference. Originally, Rum probably didn't include Lei in his fold. Otherwise, Akai Shuichi wouldn't have remembered Rum only as a rumor about the Black Organization, and the only person the FBI had actually contacted with Rum was the vendetta, Kamal.
Let me put it this way, even Binga, who always had Gin as his imaginary rival, asked me about Lei from Germany, and kept talking to me about Lei at least three times a day.
...To be honest, if I didn't have a filter for Shuichi Akai, it would be easy for me to be prejudiced against him because of Binga's brainwashing.
Rum held Rei in high regard, practically blasting him with a loudspeaker, loudly announcing his key training target. It was said that the last person to be so highly regarded by those above him was Gin, who had just joined the Black Organization.
Of course, Gin is definitely a level higher than Rye. The one who values him is not Rum, but the boss who has not appeared in public for a long time.
I have no memory of these things. At that time, Kaimen Yingzi was still a poor student who was overwhelmed by heavy schoolwork every day and could not learn anything. These are what Vodka complained to me in private.
They are all similarly valued by the higher-ups, and they all have long hair, are top killers with explosive strength, and are all tall mixed-race... Chichi Leiqin, ah Chichi Leiqin, I guess all the members of the Black Organization, including Vodka, think so privately.
Everyone agreed that Rum was deliberately trying to create another gin.
It’s not that Rum hates Gin. The senior executives still like Gin very much. After all, Gin is well known to be loyal to the Black Organization and is an absolutely useful talent.
But many people can see that Rum is ambitious, but Gin is the one who has firmly stood on the side of the BOSS from the beginning to now.
Vodka was thinking a bit more. No one could have guessed that when he first mentioned Ley, Vodka was hinting at me staying away from him. It was all because of our so-called different factions. After all, no matter how we jokingly called each other Gin's people and Rum's people, no matter how much Gin obeyed the boss's orders, no matter how ambitious Rum was, Rum was still second in command, a higher rank, and Gin was still his subordinate, subject to his orders.
Vodka's real worry is that he thinks Lei and Gin are too similar, and someone as fickle as me might fall in love with someone else.
Plus, Lei was quite cooperative with my corny love talk, and even though he was busy with tasks, he would often come to the bar for a drink and chat with me. Every time Vodka saw me, he would be on edge, and even through his sunglasses I could see his pupils trembling.
I:……
Who could understand how speechless I was when I heard it for the first time? But Vodka was so serious and solemn, as if he was explaining something important concerning the survival of the organization.
——"Yingzi, you must forget what Big Brother told you before, 'You can do whatever you want with the people in the organization.' You must never fall in love with Lei!"
Thanks to Vodka, too. If he hadn't reminded me, I'd have almost forgotten that Gin had actually told me to torture others when I first started pestering him. Tsk, I wonder if Gin still remembers this. I'll tease him someday... uh, as long as I can guarantee my safety in all aspects.
And in order to ensure gin...
Gin's possessiveness of me has reached the point where he doesn't want me to play with other people.
Otherwise I'd be so embarrassed! If he throws me to someone else, will I still have any dignity?
But hey, Lei, hey, Lei—
"What are you thinking about?" Gin's cold voice suddenly sounded, interrupting my daydreaming.
I was distracted when I heard Gin's question. I subconsciously raised my head, looked into his eyes, and blurted out: "Ah, you are Qing."
Gin's brows furrowed instantly: "What?"
"Uh, nothing." I chuckled, trying to get away with it, and continued the conversation, "Does Rum really want bourbon too? He seems to be really into whiskey lately."
Rye whiskey, bourbon, whatever.
"It's okay. Isn't Bourbon good at intelligence? It's normal for Boss Rum to assign him a mission." Vodka took the last bite of the cake and turned the topic to me. "So, what kind of danger did you encounter? Can't Big Brother help you?"
We must not let Gin interfere!
I'm not saying that Gin can't catch the bomber, nor is it because if Gin knew I wanted to investigate someone, he would probably let me train myself to do it. The main reason is...
If Gin asked me how I could be targeted by a bomber whose identity I didn't even know, what would I say? Should I tell him honestly that I saved the police and that I didn't sense any danger, so I was mainly trying to save the police?
I don’t want to live anymore!
Not only do I not want to live, I don't want the lives of Kenji Hagiwara and Jinpei Matsuda either!
"Hey, I already said we're here to help Big Brother test the new members, why do you have to do everything yourself? Big Brother is also a human being, and Big Brother gets tired too." I glared at him, turned around and said with a smile, pinching my throat, "Big Brother, you see, I'm different from Vodka! I just feel sorry for Giegie~"
"Stay away from me." Gin raised his hand mercilessly, pressed his palm against my forehead which I tried to rub against, and pushed me away mercilessly, "I'm going to vomit."
178.
Bourbon's speed was so high that before the 7th of the new month arrived, the TV broadcast the urgent news that the bomber had been captured. Coincidentally, the person who announced this news was Yoko Okino, whom Vodka liked.
Fortunately, Gin wasn't there when we were watching the news. Vodka was so engrossed in watching Yoko Okino's smiling face on the screen that he didn't notice me grinning from ear to ear. If Gin were there, he would definitely notice it, or he wouldn't need to turn around to sense my joy and excitement.
Although I was very patient because of the presence of vodka, otherwise I would have jumped off the sofa and excitedly performed a set of military boxing.
I sent a message to Bourbon right away. Bourbon was still working diligently as an undercover agent. He just reminded me that I owed him a favor and asked me if I wanted the specific information of the bomber.
I said I wasn't interested in why he wanted to cause trouble again, as long as he had no family or friends living outside who might be able to avenge him.
【Blonde Black Bourbon Sauce: What if there is? 】
Testing me, huh? I curled my lips, my fingertips rapidly tapping on the screen, typing out words that perfectly suited my identity as a member of the Black Organization:
[Beautiful girl Ying Yingzi: That's Nai Izuku.]
【Blonde Black Bourbon Sauce: What?】
[Beautiful girl Ying Yingzi: Let's get rid of them. Eliminate them completely. Do you need my guidance? Bourbon-chan?]
In theory, I should stand at the center of the world and call for love, telling Bourbon that everyone should be responsible for their own actions and not to implicate others. As long as the bomber is brought to justice, others should have a chance to repent before they make mistakes. Only in this way can I establish my image as the Madonna who is untainted by the mud and still yearns for light while being in the Black Organization. It will also be convenient to improve his favorability so that he will let me go later.
But, how should I put it...
I can't lie because that's what I really think.
Maybe I have really been influenced by the Black Organization, or maybe it's because I am not a good person. Whenever I think about how cruel and insane this bomber was in the original plot line and how he didn't treat people as human beings, I can't be kind.
...Or rather, in my previous life, I would hate it so much every time I thought about it.
If it weren't for the law-abiding instincts instilled in me since childhood, and if Bourbon hadn't just happened to show up, I think I might have really looked for someone from the Black Organization, or just done it myself.
Despite the complexity of Tokyo, and despite the joke that you can buy cyanide and eight eggs at any convenience store, actually acquiring these raw materials is still difficult. Especially since the bomber made his own bomb. Plus, I clearly remember seeing his companion die in a car accident two years ago after appearing near the phone booth where he was staying... Using the Black Organization's intelligence network, finding him shouldn't be difficult.
...It wouldn't be hard to find someone to kill him. Even if I didn't let Gin do it, I could easily find someone who could do it for me and wouldn't ask why I wanted to kill that person.
I let Bourbon investigate because I wanted to give this world's Rei Furuya a chance to personally avenge his friend, and also because I didn't want to personally take the blame for someone's death. I didn't want to open that door. I'd be indirectly forced to work for Gin, which was already a burden.
I don't know if the bomber really has relatives or friends who are as extreme as he is and want to avenge him, but if he does, I won't lie.
[Beautiful girl Ying Yingzi: This guy is so heartless that he would gamble the lives of the masses just to get revenge on the police. Should we let him and his accomplices live, or let more people live? Even if we are members of the Black Organization, we should be able to tell the difference, right?]
This is a bit of a train wreck, but I think Bourbon would make the same choice I did.
Fūya Rei is also such a person.
Bourbon was silent for a long time and replied to me:
[Blonde and dark-skinned Bourbon: You're right.]
I had just put down my phone and was staring at the screen, which was pitch black and only reflected my expressionless face, when a shadow loomed over me.
"What's wrong?" The silver-haired man returned to the living room at some point. He lowered his eyes and fixed them on me and my black-screen phone.
I raised my head when I heard the voice, without a single tear in my eyes, I just opened my arms towards Gin, with a barely perceptible sense of dependence in my voice: "Brother, hug me!"
Gin's gaze paused on my face for a second, then he cooperated by opening his arms and lifting me from the sofa, letting me hang from him, my legs wrapped around his waist, my face buried in the side of his neck. Then, he looked at Vodka beside him with a faint expression.
Vodka raised his hands in confusion, still holding the remote control: "Brother, I've been watching TV and doing nothing, really... Yingzi, say something!!!"
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