Chapter 94 Chapter 94 (Additional update with 12k nutrient solution) "......
82.
The Scots acted quickly, perhaps because they were afraid of the consequences. They were not only afraid that the Black Organization would intensify their search, but they were also probably afraid that Gin, who "kindly" offered the "faked death" plan, would suddenly change his mind and think it would be more reassuring to actually execute the three of them with his own hands. To be more precise, it would be more reassuring for him.
Within a few days, the top news about the Black Organization changed from "the defected code member Scotch was not only an undercover agent of the Japanese Public Security Bureau, but also took away code member Shirley and her sister Miyano Akemi" to "Rye successfully dealt with former code member Scotch as well as Shirley and Miyano Akemi". It was said that the operation was clean and neat, and the scene was handled extremely "professionally". The bodies were so horrific that if the burned remains had not passed the DNA test, the scene would have been impossible to identify.
After this battle, Ley's "reputation" within the organization instantly reached a new height.
Especially under Rum's command, he practically became the most sought-after operative in the eyes of the mysterious second-in-command. I'd describe him as Rum's hotshot. All sorts of missions that weren't originally his responsibility, whether lucrative or incredibly challenging, began to fall to him.
Anyone with a discerning eye could see that Rum was openly shifting resources towards Ley.
In other words, Rum has changed from his original subtle attempt to train Rye to replace Gin to openly pushing Rye to compete with Gin.
Anyone with a discerning eye could also see that, while it seemed like Lei and Gin were fighting, it was actually Rum who was fighting the boss.
Although it is obvious, there are still many people who cannot stand the fact that Rye has come from behind and has taken advantage of rum's support, and is even trying to compete with gin.
Yes, our Boss Gin may seem cold and ruthless, but he actually has many fans. After all, as a leader, Big Brother is truly reliable. If you don't know how to cherish them, you will really lose them.
So, even vodka can't stand it.
"Brother! That Lei has been too arrogant lately!" While driving, Vodka couldn't help but complain to Gin who was resting with his eyes closed in the passenger seat.
The Porsche 356A drove smoothly in the night, and the neon lights outside the window flashed across the car window.
"He just got lucky and dealt with a few traitors, but Boss Rum gave him so many good jobs. Isn't this a blatant declaration of war against us?
Gin didn't even bother to open his eyelids, and a very light but disdainful sneer escaped from his nose.
"Rum..." His deep voice echoed in the carriage, tinged with sarcasm, "He can only resort to these low-brow tactics."
He slowly opened his eyes, his dark green pupils gleaming coldly in the dim light inside the car.
"After all, his wishful thinking has been thwarted." Gin's lips curled up in a cold arc, his tone calm, but every word was piercing, "He thought he could get back at his wit's end in other ways."
Vodka seemed to understand, but seeing that his elder brother had no intention of explaining in depth, he tactfully shut up and concentrated on driving.
I should have been sleeping soundly in the back seat, but I memorized these words in my heart in a daze.
Could it be that cultivating Rye to replace gin is just Plan B for rum?
So what is Rum's Plan A?
83.
The matter between Scotland and the Miyano sisters was finally over, and I returned to work at the bar.
This break lasted for two months. It's been too long since I came back to work. Even though I usually mix gin and vodka at home, I still feel a lot less skilled, so I spent more time practicing making cocktails at the bar. I also took the opportunity to communicate with the real customers and fake customers, real organization members, whom I haven't seen for a long time, and collect some rumors, whether true or false, important or boring.
Of course, the most eye-catching thing is naturally Ry's "glorious record" and the deliberately exaggerated "competitive" relationship between him and Gin.
It’s a pity that there is not a single clue that can help me deduce Rum’s Plan A.
Maybe if you want to know the answer, you should ask Gin.
Or would Ley know?
Come to think of it, I haven't seen Ley in a while because he's been really busy, even busier than Gin. And judging by the less frequent online chats, he's worried that I'm taking my anger out on him because of Scotland, Shirley, and Mingmei's deaths.
Will this be a breakthrough?
I seem to have some vague ideas, but not really.
84.
After receiving the message, I placed the bottle on the tray and went upstairs. Pushing open the heavy door of the box, I was suddenly greeted by the plume of smoke, which would have made me think I had entered a fairyland...if only it weren't so choking.
I was choking and coughing. I waved away the smoke in front of me and walked over. I saw Gin sitting alone on the large sofa with a burning cigarette between his fingers.
The vodka is not there.
Vodka wasn't around, so why was he smoking such a big cigarette? Did Gin smoke it alone? He's just taking advantage of his powerful golden finger to do whatever he wants, right?
I put the bottle and ice bucket heavily on the coffee table, snatched the cigarette from Gin's fingers with dissatisfaction, and crushed it hard in the ashtray.
"Stop smoking!" I glared at him, then stomped hard on the floor, yanking open the curtains that hadn't been opened for a long time. I opened the window to let in the cool air that swept away the cigarette smoke, and glared at him again. "You don't want to die, but I do. Secondhand and thirdhand smoke are the most harmful!"
Gin raised his eyelids and glanced at me with his dark green eyes. His sharp eyes seemed to see at once that I was taking advantage of the situation.
"What do you want to ask?"
Damn it, he’s got me again.
See, this is the price of being in a relationship with your former guardian. You can't even pretend.
I curled my lips and leaned over, but still maintained my composure and spoke in a condescending manner, "I heard you and Vodka say that Boss Rum's plans were dashed. Did he have any plans?"
I paused, then lowered my voice and asked, "Will this be more disadvantageous to you now?"
No matter how you look at it, it seems that rum is targeting gin.
As far as I remember, although Rum and Gin had some disagreements in the setting, Rum didn't target Gin to this extent...
What exactly has changed? Is it me who has implicated Gin? After all, no matter how you look at it, the biggest difference between now and the plot is my existence.
Gin looked at me meaningfully for a while, then suddenly reached out and pulled me to sit next to him. His arm naturally wrapped around my shoulders, and his tobacco-smelling fingers pinched my earlobe in a casual and intimate manner.
"Are you so curious?" His deep voice echoed beside my ears, with a hint of warning, but without anger. "Instead of worrying about what old man Rum is planning, why not think about..."
He paused, slid his fingertips down, and pinched my waist lightly, causing me to let out a soft cry.
"...I'll give you a day off tomorrow. Where do you want to go?"
The change of topic was abrupt and deliberate.
I pouted, seemingly distracted by his sudden intimacy and change of subject. I leaned into his embrace and began counting on my fingers, "Hmm... I want to go to that new dessert shop! Also, there seems to be a new movie coming out soon, and my daughter's song is in the OST..."
I chattered away, my eyes quietly observing his expression. He lowered his eyes and listened, his face expressionless, but not impatience either.
I knew he didn't want me to delve into the Rum thing.
I originally wanted to complain about why he hid it from me again, but... even Gin, who had the golden finger, had some dark circles under his eyes, so what else could I say.
So, I quietly crossed out all the plans for tomorrow that I had originally planned with great enthusiasm, and in the end, only Gin was left to stay home and sleep with me.
I'm talking about pure sleep.
I said it!
84.
As I went downstairs, I saw another bottle of whiskey, bourbon, which appeared for the first time since I started working.
He sat alone in a corner, his blond hair still conspicuous in the dim light, his handsome face adorned with a perfectly balanced look of fatigue and aloofness. He ordered a glass of bourbon, but simply swirled it slowly, the ice hitting the glass with a crisp sound, his gaze seemingly unfocused.
As I passed him with the tray in my hand, I paused.
He seemed to sense my gaze, raised his head, and his purple-gray eyes met mine.
I took a deep breath, walked to the bar, and quickly took out another classic glass. Then I turned around and took down a bottle with a familiar label from the wine rack - Scotch whisky.
I didn't pour too much, just enough for a sip or two of bourbon, and placed it in front of him.
Bourbon's eyes fell on the familiar liquor in the glass, and then slowly moved to my face.
He remained silent and did not touch the glass of wine immediately. Instead, he leaned forward very slightly and spoke in a very low voice, almost like a whisper, but it penetrated my ears clearly:
"They...are all fine."
Just four words.
……Very good.
Shirley, Akemi-chan, Hiro... they are all fine.
I hummed softly, the sound so quiet that it was almost inaudible.
Bourbon looked at me and seemed relieved. He picked up the glass of Scotch whisky I poured for him, drank it all, and then his eyes fell on my face again.
"Eiko," he moved closer, lowering his voice until it was almost a whisper, "Gin...why did he..."
He paused, as if searching for the right words, and finally lowered his voice: "Gin..."
My heart skipped a beat, and I instantly understood what he hadn't said.
Rei Furuya may not have given up the idea of getting Gin to switch sides.
He might have thought that Gin's help this time, and even his proposal to let Shirley and the others fake their deaths to escape, meant that... Gin still had the possibility of turning to the "light".
Oh my god, could this also be part of Gin’s plan?
Gin is naturally suspicious, and now that Scotland has revealed his identity, he must be thinking there are still many rats in the Black Organization who have not been caught, such as that there are more than just Scotland undercover agents in the Japanese Public Security Bureau. So he uses this opportunity to attack Scotland, hoping to see if any "ignorant rats" will think that he might betray, take the initiative to contact him, and reveal their identities, so that Gin can immediately take them all down!
It's possible, very likely. This kills three birds with one stone, and it fits Gin's shrewd (? ) character very well.
So, almost as soon as he finished speaking, I interrupted him decisively:
"Absolutely not!"
My voice was not loud, but it was extremely clear and certain.
Furuya Rei, wake up! You still don't understand Gin well enough, don't fall for his tricks!!!
Bourbon seemed stunned by my overly quick denial, and a hint of surprise flashed in his purple-gray eyes.
I raised my eyes and looked directly at him. Suddenly, a brilliant, even exaggerated, smile spread across my face, as if he had just asked a very foolish question. I deliberately raised my voice a little, speaking in a tone that was a bit boastful and coquettish:
"Bourbon-chan, you're overthinking it! There's no such thing as impossible! Our eldest brother did this because—" I dragged out my words, my eyes curved into crescents, and two small dimples formed on my cheeks. "He loves me so much! What can I do if Gin loves me so much? There's nothing I can do, because I'm so popular! He couldn't bear to see me sad, so he had to help me out reluctantly!"
As I spoke, I spread my hands out in a helpless manner, as if to say, "I'm troubled too."
Bourbon: “…”
The expression on his face froze instantly. He opened his mouth as if he wanted to say something, but in the end no word came out. He could only silently... with a somewhat stiff movement, he picked up the glass of bourbon whiskey, tilted his head back and took a big gulp.
At that moment, I watched helplessly as a silver-haired man slowly walked down the stairs. His dark green eyes first swept across my face, which was covered with an exaggerated smile, and then, like icicles, pierced Bourbon, who was standing very close to me with his back to me.
The temperature of the surrounding air seemed to drop several degrees in an instant.
"What are you talking about?" Gin walked over and stood next to me. After glancing at the empty wine glasses on the table and the glasses with some bourbon whiskey left in them, he stared at Bourbon and asked.
Bourbon's choking expression quickly subsided. He met Gin's gaze and replied in a calm tone, even with a subtle numbness:
"nothing."
He paused and added expressionlessly, "I was just listening to her...showing off her affection."
Then, the super villain Bourbon imitated my tone and said delicately: "What should I do if Gin loves me too much~"
Haha, what should I do if my fist itches?
You're actually messing with me like this, aren't you? Furuya Rei, I'm no longer a fan, you're done!
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The author has something to say: Actually, I have a selfish reason for posting the extra chapter at midnight. I am worried that I will be too late and too tired to finish writing tonight, so I will post it in advance and try harder tonight. [Sunglasses]
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