Chapter 53 "You really think I'm your driver, Moscato." Being called Moscato...
"You really treat me like a driver, Moscato."
The man called Moscato was puzzled: "Didn't you come to see me? Do you want me to open the door if you don't want to?"
Vermouth rolled her eyes in a charming way, but it was a pity that there was only a wooden man at the scene whose heart and eyes were filled with his little idol.
"If I remember correctly, the boss has been urging you to give us the results of your experiment these days. Why did you just run out like that?"
Moscato said gently, "You old immortal, you just keep pushing me to reincarnate?"
"I don't want to be reincarnated." Vermouth added casually, accustomed to his outspoken character.
"I am now following the boss's orders to take you back."
Moscato was not nervous at all, "So the old man didn't notice it, then why did you come to me?"
Moscato began to admire the photos he had just taken.
"Did you know about the incident where the drug smuggling line at the port was leaked?"
Moscato: "I am a researcher. Just ask me about my lab. What does drug smuggling have to do with me? I am not responsible for it."
"Why not? There are some things in there that you may need."
"No, then no, I just happen to have a few days off."
Vermouth was amazed. "Do you still remember that you used to treat the laboratory as your home? Why do you despise it now?"
"I've realized a long time ago that cold lab equipment can never compare to warm hands. Instead of listening to the ticking of those machines, I might as well play two songs I recommend."
Moscato was too bored before. The only thing that could arouse his interest was doing experiments, so he stayed in the laboratory all day long. He exaggeratedly described scientific research as the spiritual pillar of his life. He also did not forget to flatter himself, saying that he loved his work so much for the sake of the organization.
Since his actions were truly flawless and he demonstrated his passion for scientific research to the fullest, even Vermouth, who had the most contact with him, didn't notice anything wrong. She really thought he was the Frankenstein monster that often appears in science fiction movies and was extremely loyal to the organization.
Most of the information about BOSS comes from Vermouth's oral narration, so it's even harder to tell that he's acting.
A statement that is 90% true but 90% false can be easily exposed, but if combined with years of consistent action, it is enough to fool 99.9% of people.
Moscato usually doesn't like to get involved in real power and sticks to his own little piece of land. His boss trusts him more than he trusts rum and gin.
So just now when Vermouth said that the boss was going to send someone to catch him, she was just joking.
Vermouth had a strange look on her face when she heard the discordant words coming out of his mouth. If someone had told her a few years ago that Moscato would one day become a star-chaser and slack off in the scientific research field that he loved most, she would have slapped that person and made him listen carefully to the waves in his head.
She shrugged, "Okay, okay, pushing warms your heart better."
"So what do you want from me? I don't have that much time to waste with you."
Vermouth: "Rum was in charge of that batch of drugs. Not many people knew about this smuggling route. Although the news was leaked, surprisingly not much was lost."
"You're beating around the bush..." Moscato raised his eyelids impatiently, "He wants to share the rights to rum?"
Vermouth: "Who knows. If it is true, I don't know who will get the power."
The scrutinizing eyes behind the Moscato glasses met Vermouth's frivolous and affectionate eyes.
Vermouth did not dodge or avoid the question, and said something irrelevant: "This batch of drugs is not clean. According to past practices, it will be sold to the entertainment industry."
Moscato's expression remained unchanged, and he pushed up his glasses. "Their company will not allow this to happen."
"There are good and bad people in the world, it's hard to tell. If parents' strict management is effective, then why are there so many rebellious children?" Vermouth changed the subject, "Of course, I'm not saying they are bad kids, but there is no shortage of bad people in the entertainment industry."
Moscato didn't say anything, and Vermouth knew he was thinking about it.
She knew very well that if someone forced Moscato to do something he didn't want to do, he would do everything he could to get rid of the person who forced him. In the past, Moscato liked to stay in the laboratory, and it was okay for the boss to urge him to make progress, but now he obviously wanted to do something else, but he was forced to give up what he wanted to do.
Moscato definitely couldn't help it, otherwise he would be staying well in the United States and there would be no need to go through so much trouble to find an excuse to come from the United States to Japan, the country where the organization's headquarters is located. In a way, it would be easier for him to get closer to the core of power here.
Of course, Vermouth suspected that one of the reasons he returned to Japan was that he wanted to chase his stars up close.
Wanting to protect his own promotion is one thing, and another is that Moscato really wants to get some rights so that he can have more freedom in the future.
The boss has recently considered bringing Moscato into the center of power to muddy the waters.
Vermouth was convinced that as long as Moscato behaved in a way that met the boss's wishes, the power torn from Rum would definitely be given to him.
After all, in the boss's eyes, Moscato is a good and well-behaved child, much more considerate than Rum, the rebellious son with ulterior motives.
Moscato: “What’s in it for you?”
Vermouth started the car and replied with a smile as it hummed: "You will know the benefits later."
“Only those with money and power can give resources.” Vermouth teased Moscato, “Maybe I can get to know you and exchange contact information in the future.”
"I think too much."
In the entertainment industry, it is not difficult for rich people to meet their favorite stars. They may be able to invite them to their home by spending more money. However, it is different for Eclipse. Except for handshake meetings, autograph sessions and other formal channels, you cannot meet them no matter how much money you spend.
Of course, if you are lucky you might meet one on the road, but that is the privilege of a very few lucky people.
Even an outlaw like Moscato can only queue up obediently at the handshake meeting.
But it’s different for Vermouth. She has the title of a teacher and the contact information, so it’s very easy for her to meet people or get some tickets.
For a moment, Vermouth felt secretly happy.
"Oh, that's a shame."
Vermouth did not send Moscato to the base. In the boss's eyes, the relationship between the two of them was not good and could not be good.
Watching the car go away and disappear into the horizon, Moscato slowly walked to the nearby safe house with the bag in one hand and the other in his pocket.
His thoughts flowed slowly, and finally stopped at a dangerous area. No one knew what he was thinking at the moment, but they could see that the smile on his lips was formulaic and cold, and vaguely showed some restlessness and playfulness.
As Vermouth had expected, the boss handed over several smuggling lines in Rum's hands to Moscato, and also gave him a hospital of the organization. He summoned Moscato alone. It was not known what they talked about. In short, after he came out, Moscato, who was originally little-known, became famous in the organization.
But Moscato himself was not in a very good mood. Eclipse's handshake meetings were not only held in China, but also in several foreign countries. However, not only did he have to deal with the organization's affairs in Japan, but he also had to play witty games with that old man Rum.
Every day when I go back home, I can only survive by watching some photos and videos of my colleagues abroad.
This bad mood reached its peak when he found people from the organization approaching the children in the eclipse.
Vodka, who let the cat out of the bag, looked at Moscato, who had a gloomy look in his eyes but a constant smile on his face, and couldn't help shuddering.
"Well, Moscato, don't think too much about it. It's just that one of the targets of a mission is a fan of the group you're chasing. He hasn't shown up for a long time, but we found out that he bought a ticket for the handshake event, so we sent someone to stake out near the venue. No one really approached the kids you were chasing."
As a fan, Vodka actually understood Moscato's worries. If he found out that some criminals were approaching his goddesses, he would want to kill them. Moscato was just upset now, and he was very patient.
"Who is doing the mission?" Moscato frowned. "If he kills people near the event site, it will easily cause panic. If there is a stampede, the event will fail, and the children's reputation will be damaged. What if?"
Vodka patted his shoulder and said, "Don't worry, who would kill someone so blatantly? It won't involve those kids you pushed."
Glancing at Vodka, who didn't say who was carrying out the mission, Moscato said, "I hope so."
He didn't need vodka to know who was carrying out the mission.
In less than an hour, the name of a sniper from the operation team was placed on his desk.
"Zhu Xing Da?"
"When did Akai-san change his name?"
Yuji Itadori looked at the photo on the resume and made a confused sound.
“Is it just a look-alike?”
"Does Hisahito know him?" asked Assistant Takita.
"It seems. Of course, it's also possible that I made a mistake." In Yuji Itadori's memory, Akai Shuichi seemed to have gone to the FBI. "Give me this resume first, and I'll give it to you later."
Assistant Takita: “Okay.”
"Is it him?" Yuji Itadori showed the resume to Tsunayoshi Sawada, "I met Shuichi Akai once when I was seven years old, who played with us when we first came to the United States, but I haven't run into him since then."
Sawada Tsunayoshi: "That's right, even if there are people who look the same, their temperaments can't be the same."
“Where is this resume from?”
Yuji Itadori said: "It's from the Black Claw Bodyguard Company."
Kuroro: "If he really is going to be an FBI agent, then he must have a mission when he comes to be a bodyguard."
When Kuroro said this, a string of dots went through the minds of others.
"Don't say such unlucky words." Kuroko Tetsuya said with a wooden face, "I don't want to hear something like 'Open the door, I'm from the FBI' in the middle of the night."
Tsushima Shuji: "We didn't do anything. It was definitely not directed at us. It was just something around us or he wanted to do something during the handshake meeting."
Heizi Zhe was also a little curious: "You just came out like this, without any disguise?"
"Maybe it's just for us to see." said Tsushima Shuji.
Yuji Itadori suggested: "Guessing is pointless. People are coming over tomorrow anyway, so just ask directly."
Sawada Tsunayoshi clenched his fists: "If you don't have bad intentions, cooperate with me. If you do have bad intentions, I'll beat you up!"
The friends hit it off immediately.
Akai Shuichi, who was cleaning his gun, sneezed.
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