Chapter 10 Chapter 10 (Catching Bugs) I will do what you ask...
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Vodka placed the target's photo on the table.
"He's our target this time," Vodka said. "He's the boss of the Fujiwara family. He's been having issues with the police lately. Our informants have found out that the Fujiwara family is suspected of whitewashing their defection."
Vermouth raised an eyebrow, "Public Security?"
Vodka nodded. "The Fujiwara family's dealings with the organization have lasted for several years. They have some of the organization's data hidden. If they cooperate with the public security, it will bring trouble to the organization."
Mo Shiyu took a sip of wine and asked, "What should we do?"
Gin casually pressed the cigarette butt against the head of the person in the photo, and said in a low and cold voice, "Shut him up."
"The boss of the Fujiwara family has a bad habit: he's extremely lustful," Vodka said. "He books a room at a hotel almost every week, with a variety of partners—of course, through a middleman he trusts. We've already secured this middleman."
Mo Shiyu lowered his eyes to look at the wine glass, "So, the main force this time is Vermouth?"
For this kind of infiltration mission, Vermouth, who is proficient in disguise, is the best candidate.
"I'm sorry, everyone." Vermouth held up her head, lifted her vest, and revealed the bandages around her waist and abdomen. "I'm injured."
"Vermouth was shot in the waist and abdomen and won't recover in the short term. She can't be the infiltrator. She's responsible for support and logistics." Gin paused and said coldly, "Valentin, you go."
Mo Shiyu: “…”
He tried to struggle. "Wouldn't it be easier to find a woman for this kind of mission?"
Vodka chuckled, "Well, actually, Fujiwara's boss prefers beautiful people, regardless of gender."
Mo Shiyu: “…”
He thought to himself, you are really my good friend, you like to give me perverts so much.
He leaned back in his chair, looked at the ceiling, and sneered, "Sure enough, I knew you called me here for no good reason."
After a sip of Vodka, he seemed to want to say something, but fell into a strange silence.
Gin turned to look at him, his long silver hair falling from his shoulders, revealing his pale skin and cold eyes. His voice was low and cold, "Stop complaining, Valentine."
"You can't defy me until you surpass me."
“…”
Mo Shiyu stared at the pair of dark green eyes that were emotionless but seemed to contain endless malice for a while, then lowered his eyes submissively.
The smoky-gray pupils hidden by the eyelashes were slightly cold.
You never know, Gin, he thought.
He would do anything to leave the organization.
The entire meeting lasted for an hour, during which Vodka integrated and analyzed all the information, sorted out the paper materials, and thoughtfully put them into a cowhide bag, one copy for each person. He was truly a model worker.
After the meeting, several codenamed members left with their leather bags. Vermouth called out to Mo Shiyu outside the bar, "Valentine."
Mo Shiyu turned around and asked, "What's wrong?"
Vermouth's red lips curled slightly as she came over and asked, "Would you mind giving me a ride?"
Mo Shiyu glanced at her and said, "Of course."
Vermouth followed Mo Shiyu to his car, opened the door, and sat in the passenger seat.
She was wearing a long black dress, and when she tilted her head, her light blonde hair cascaded down her shoulders.
She looked at Mo Shiyu. Her eyes were a beautiful blue, but they always carried a hint of pessimism. There was a contradiction and mottled mixture of black and white, like a blooming Epiphyllum in the dark night.
Mo Shiyu started the car and drove away from the bar. After turning an intersection, he spoke first.
"What do you want to say, Vermouth?"
Vermouth's red lips curled slightly, "I don't know either, Valentine."
"Every time I see you, I seem to like you a little more."
"It's my pleasure."
Vermouth lowered her eyebrows and smiled, "An honor...?"
"I don't think so, Valentine. If it were an honor, you wouldn't be sitting here."
Mo Shiyu's eyes moved and he looked at her sideways. "Being able to sit here instead of lying in someone else's arms is already the best ending for me."
Vermouth said, "Do you really think so?"
"People always have to reconcile with themselves. Who made God a bitch?" Mo Shiyu looked at the road ahead through the mist on the car window and curled his lips. "Vermouth, have you found out something? Are you doubting me?"
Vermouth smoothed her hair and chuckled softly, "If I really doubted you, I wouldn't be so gentle in talking to you."
So we did find something.
Mo Shiyu narrowed his eyes, thought for a while, lowered his eyes and smiled, "Ah, I understand."
"I just applied for admission, and you already know about this?"
"My informant happened to see it. Don't worry, the organization doesn't know about it yet." Vermouth lowered her eyes and smiled, "However, if I can find it, I believe others can too."
"There's nothing to hide." Mo Shiyu said.
"This is work, I hope you understand." Vermouth bit the cigarette lazily, took out a lighter from her pocket and lit it. "After all, you didn't join the organization voluntarily. I have to make sure that you won't destroy yourself because of some boring weakness."
The meaning of this sentence was already very clear, but Mo Shiyu was not nervous at all. He spoke slowly, "Don't worry, Vermouth."
"Although I didn't join the organization voluntarily, I've long been aware that only the organization would accept me as I am."
"I need an identity that can provide long-term cover and help me better complete the organization's mission, that's all."
"I can accept this reason, but the organization can't." Vermouth held on to the cigarette, looked into his eyes through the rearview mirror, and sighed, "Gin won't let you go if he finds out."
Mo Shiyu smiled at her and said, "He beat me up a long time ago."
Vermouth was stunned for a moment, then she slowly raised her lips, "Oh? That suspicious person?"
"That annoying suspicious person." Mo Shiyu affirmed, adding an adjective.
Belmodera's voice lengthened.
At this moment, she felt genuinely amused.
The organization would not allow code members who were too young to become independent prematurely. This was the consensus of everyone.
For code members under the age of 20, independent thinking is unnecessary. Acting on one's own will only bring disaster upon oneself.
That's why she warned Valentine.
A child who was forced into an organization and applied for college without telling anyone would easily make people suspect that he was not in his right mind and was thinking about returning to normal life.
Valentine is young and immature, has been in the organization for a short time, and his loyalty is not very high. Moreover, he has no ties, and there is no one in the organization who can restrain him.
Generally speaking, when this happens, the organization will reassess his obedience.
In the worst-case scenario, Valentine would be executed.
Vermouth came to remind us specifically, which was a rare kindness.
However, she gently twisted a strand of hair and said, "Enrollment is not something that can be done overnight. If Gin knew about it a long time ago but did not report it to the organization, did he acquiesce to it?"
Of course, Vermouth didn't think that Gin had the same rare kindness as her.
Just because others don't understand doesn't mean she doesn't know—
That guy's control over Valentine was so strong that no one could imagine.
There must be something behind this.
Vermouth chuckled, "Okay, I don't care about this matter anymore, as long as you know it."
Mo Shiyu closed his eyes in the smoke and said, "Thank you, Vermouth."
——
It was late at night and Mo Shiyu parked his car in front of a hotel.
Before leaving, Vermouth suddenly paused, as if she remembered something, and turned around.
Mo Shiyu looked at her puzzledly.
"Good luck with your studies, darling," Vermouth said. Her low, hoarse voice was like astringent rose juice, yet somehow sweet, as contradictory as she was. "I have a gift for you."
She pulled out a hair tie from behind her head, lowered her head and gave him a kiss, then crossed the passenger seat and moved closer. She held the car window behind Mo Shiyu with one hand, lowered her eyes, and her thick eyelashes were slender.
“…”
The slightly bitter fragrance of the woman suddenly lingered on the tip of his nose. Mo Shiyu subconsciously leaned back a little. He wanted to say something, but his eyes fell on the extremely low V-neck of the black dress. The snow-white color flashed in his eyes. He closed his mouth and hurriedly avoided her sight in silence.
"...Vermouth." He whispered, his eyelashes trembling.
Vermouth chuckled, "Kid."
She raised her hand and used her slender fingers to lift Mo Shiyu's hair.
"You know what? Loose long hair goes well with a black windbreaker and long boots." Her hands moved nimbly and her voice was gentle, "But students walking in the sun are more suitable for this... tied up."
The hair tie took shape in her hand. After a moment, Vermouth withdrew her hand, opened the car door, and left with a smile, "Goodbye, Valentine."
Mo Shiyu watched her leave stiffly, and touched his tied-up hair, "..."
He glanced at himself in the mirror.
Wow, a high ponytail.
What a high head! How did Vermouth do that?
But it does seem to have a more student-like feel.
…
After getting out of the car, Vermouth sent a message to Gin.
【Valentin applied for admission. Did you allow him to do so?】
After a while, the other side said indifferently, "Hmm."
Really? Vermouth was surprised. "Aren't you afraid that if you give him too much freedom, he'll think he really has wings?"
He won’t.
Vermouth: [Oh?]
After waiting for a moment, the other side replied, "The freedom that Valentin desires most cannot be obtained by himself. Only the organization can give it to him."
Gin's words were rational, calm, and at ease.
Give it little by little, and he will get addicted.
Only if you do well can you be rewarded.
Even if he is unwilling now, one day, the freedom he desires most will be equated with satisfying the organization in his heart.
This is an extreme form of obedience education.
Slowly shape the person into what you want.
Vermouth understood everything in an instant, "You are truly a devil."
Despite saying this, the blonde woman had a hint of a smile on her face.
This is indeed a way to cultivate loyalty.
But Gin, do you have so much patience for others?
…
Mo Shiyu drove back to his own hotel, took out the door card, opened the door, put the cowhide bag on the table, and then lay down on the bed with a sleepy face.
He raised his phone.
Above is a new email and an identity forgery attachment.
【Gin: Use this identity to complete this mission. 】
Mo Shiyu smiled coldly, pressed a few keys, and said softly, "OK, Gin."
"I'll do whatever you ask."
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