Chapter 11 Chapter 11 This is my first time...doing something like this...
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"What's this?"
"Eyeliner, look up."
“Why are you applying this?”
"To fit the character...Valentin, look up. I'm not asking you to roll your eyes."
Vodka tapped the steering wheel with his finger and couldn't help looking at the rearview mirror.
"Sorry, pfft, it's really itchy." Mo Shiyu couldn't help laughing, and even Belmode laughed.
Vermouth put down her eyeliner, brushed her bright red nails over the accessories, and picked out a slender black leather choker.
"Touch your own hair."
Mo Shiyu obediently lifted up her long hair, tilted her head back, and exposed her neck.
Vermouth found the scene very tempting. She raised her eyebrows and put her finger on it.
The black ornament covered the Adam's apple and closed at the back of the neck with a low, crisp sound.
The extra shackles on the fair and slender neck make the white look whiter and the black look darker, giving off a particularly taboo feeling.
She stepped back, admired it for a moment, and formed her assessment.
A beauty that leads people to madness.
Vodka looked at the two people in the back seat, then looked at his elder brother.
Gin sat in the passenger seat, eyes closed, expression impassive, motionless, and perfectly composed. Vodka was deeply impressed; indeed, his elder brother was still his elder brother.
Vermouth withdrew her hand, "Alright, that's enough."
She smiled, her tone half-serious, "When I think about the fact that I dressed you up so carefully just to smile at others, I actually feel a little unhappy."
Mo Shiyu's eyes were dead, "Please don't flirt with me anywhere."
Although I know it's not real and I'm just dressing up and will come back after completing the task, I still feel very tired.
Is he afraid of the makeup? He is afraid that his character card and the makeup will become even more terrible!
Someone spent a long time preparing himself mentally before mustering up the courage to look in the mirror.
Who the hell is this slutty bitch?
It has to be said that Vermouth's makeup skills have reached perfection. With just a few strokes, the contours of his eyebrows and eyes become very clear.
Her skin was translucent, her features were curved, and her smoky grey eyes were half-hidden behind her eyelids. The outer corners of her eyes were lifted, with a touch of just the right amount of thin red eyeshadow.
This stroke of red is very wonderful, like a faint hint of bright red suddenly appearing in a disorienting fog.
Suddenly it becomes extraordinarily gorgeous.
Mo Shiyu was very sad.
His hair and eye colors are originally strange, and his facial features always have an unclear feeling because of the character card, so he has always been low-key and tries to cover up as much as possible.
But now, after being excavated by the makeup god Vermouth, it was like brushing off a thin layer of dust on the surface of jade.
That unique, sin-inducing demeanor was exuded without any concealment, from the brow bone to the corner of the lips, it was natural and there was no obstruction.
Even he blushed when he saw it.
There is a sense of social death beauty all over her body.
Ahhhhhhhhh. Mo Shiyu covered his eyes. He was going to fight this Porsche 356A today! Let it break right here!
Vermouth patted Mo Shiyu's head comfortingly, "It suits you very well."
Gin finally opened his eyes and glanced back at Mo Shiyu, his dark green eyes deep and dark, "It's almost time."
Mo Shiyu coughed softly, knowing that there was no point in struggling. He straightened his hair and opened the car door happily.
Before leaving, he suddenly remembered something and turned around and said, "Gin, I actually think you are also suitable for this makeup look."
Gin raised an eyebrow.
Mo Shiyu traced his cold yet exquisite facial features with his eyes, and the corners of his lips curved into a playful arc, "If the target needs a threesome, I will call you."
After he said this, he pulled his large windbreaker closer, turned around and walked into the long, dark alley.
Vermouth was packing up her makeup tools. When she heard this, she paused and almost fainted from laughing in the back seat.
Gin: “…”
Vodka didn't dare to look at his elder brother's expression.
Valentine, you are a warrior! Truly!
You are the only one in the entire organization who dares to speak to Gin like this!
Mo Shiyu was going to a hotel four streets away from here.
The organization bribed the broker that the target had been in contact with, and the broker told the organization the location and time of the target's weekly visits to the hotel.
When Mo Shiyu arrived at the hotel, he could go directly into the target's room and pass the bodyguard's review as a broker's introduction.
A few office workers walked over from the other side of the alley.
Mo Shiyu wrapped his windbreaker tightly around him, lowered his head, and let his long hair cover his eyebrows and eyes that were portrayed as gorgeous.
Those office workers were drunk and walked over with a staggering gait. There was constant laughter and joking, sometimes discussing the game, sometimes complaining about the boss.
However, as the distance got closer, their voices became smaller and smaller...
In the end, there was no sound at all.
Mo Shiyu didn't even look up, he just turned sideways and quickly passed them.
…
Mo Shiyu chose to walk in deserted alleys. There were no surveillance cameras in such places, but there were relatively many drunk men, perhaps because there was a street of pubs next to it.
Once a person gets drunk, all kinds of desires arise one after another, and many people are attracted by his character cards.
Mo Shiyu quickened his pace in annoyance, and therefore did not notice that there were a few young men who had just walked out of the tavern next to him, some of whom looked very familiar.
Jinpei Matsuda supported the drunk squad leader, half-closed his eyes with difficulty, turned around and said unhappily.
"Hey, Hagi, come hold the handle at least."
Hagiwara Kenji staggered back and forth in a daze, "Huh?"
Matsuda Jinpei was speechless: "..." Come on, let's do both together.
"I can't even get in touch with Zero, and Hiro's still working overtime. Sigh. It'll take forever to get everyone together for a drink."
He resigned himself to his fate and reached out to help You Xunran. At the same time, a figure wrapped in a windbreaker flashed past in the depths of the dark alley behind him, with long smoky gray hair draped over his shoulders.
Matsuda Jinpei noticed that Hagiwara Kenji, who had red cheeks and was drunk and disoriented just now, suddenly fixed his eyes.
"Huh..." he said.
"What's wrong?" Matsuda Jinpei asked casually.
Hagiwara Kenji stood up by holding onto the wall and said, "I think I saw the student from last time."
"Huh?" Matsuda Jinpei used his exceptional memory to recall who he was talking about. "I remember now."
"What is he doing here so late?" Kenji Hagiwara murmured.
And what is that outfit...?
The young man didn't seem to notice them. He walked quickly with his head down, as if he was avoiding something.
Matsuda Jinpei turned around and saw Mo Shiyu for the first time. His first reaction was, "What long hair! It must be very difficult to wash it."
The next second, he slowly narrowed his eyes.
He noticed the looks from some drunks behind the young man, which were not very pleasant.
However, before he could call out to the other person, his cell phone suddenly rang.
Matsuda Jinpei took out his phone, glanced at it, and answered the call. "Hello."
His expression gradually became serious.
"Hagi, can you move?" He pulled Hagiwara Kenji up and said to his colleague who was still conscious, "Sorry, I'm leaving the squad leader in your hands."
My colleague asked, "What's wrong? Is there a case?"
"Um."
——
Mo Shiyu walked into the hotel, took the elevator up, walked through the dim hotel corridor, and stopped at the door of a room where a bodyguard was standing.
The bodyguard looked at him expressionlessly, "Who?"
"Youzi introduced it."
Mo Shiyu said softly.
The bodyguard said nothing, took a step closer, and searched him carefully and cautiously.
Of course, Mo Shiyu did not carry any weapons. He opened his arms and allowed the bodyguard to search him. After confirming that there were no problems, he swiped the room card.
With a "beep", the bodyguard pushed the door open with one hand and signaled him with his eyes.
Mo Shiyu walked in.
After opening the door, I saw several people sitting inside. The music was loud, and they must be having a party. There were opened bottles of wine everywhere.
When Mo Shiyu walked in, several eyes swept over him.
"Oh." Someone's eyes suddenly looked strange.
"Who ordered the cakes?"
Mo Shiyu's eyes were fixed on a man in his early thirties sitting in the main seat. He looked quite handsome and flamboyant, with a strand of highlights in his hair.
Compared to the boss of a mafia family, he is more like a lawless rich second generation.
But in his every move, one can still see the murderous and bloody aura that ordinary rich second generations do not have.
This person is the target, the boss of the Fujiwara family, Fujiwara Kiyoshi.
The man was sitting on the sofa next to the floor-to-ceiling window, his bored eyes changing when he saw him.
He looked Mo Shiyu up and down with the eyes of someone who saw a product he liked, and after a while, the corners of his mouth raised with satisfaction.
“The quality of this batch of goods is really good.”
Mo Shiyu stood there with his eyelashes drooping, allowing him to look at him, and did not react at all to this insulting comment.
"Come here and sit down." Fujiwara Kiyoshi patted the seat next to him.
Mo Shiyu took off the windbreaker wrapped around him, walked to Fujiwara Kiyoshi's side and sat down.
Fujiwara Kiyoshi glanced at him. The young man had extremely distinctive facial features and a gloomy and strange temperament, but his actions were too obedient.
This contradictory feeling is much more attractive than simple superficial beauty.
Some people couldn't help but want to come closer to take a closer look, but were forced back by a look from Fujiwara Kiyoshi.
He looked away, lowered his head and asked, "How old are you?"
“20.”
Very young. Fujiwara Kiyoshi looked at him and said in a gentlemanly manner, "Have you had dinner? Do you want anything to eat?"
Mo Shiyu didn't say anything.
"What's wrong?"
Mo Shiyu raised his eyelids and looked at him with his smoky grey eyes, "I don't want to eat..."
His face turned pale and he paused.
Somehow, his voice was like a hook, and Fujiwara Kiyoshi was tickled. He moved closer and asked, "What's wrong?"
Mo Shiyu hugged his knees, raised his eyes slightly and looked at him.
He whispered, "This is my first time, so I probably can't make you particularly satisfied."
"It doesn't matter."
Fujiwara Kiyoshi poured a glass of red wine and handed it to him with a low laugh, "Everyone who comes to me is a first."
Disgust spread in Mo Shiyu's heart, but he couldn't show it on his face. He took the opportunity to take the red wine and quietly stuck the special tape hidden in his palm on the cup. There was a faint sound where Fujiwara Kiyoshi's fingers touched it.
In order not to alert the enemy, the organization will not touch the Fujiwara family for the time being, but the key information needs to be kept in hand.
Mo Shiyu didn't think that the information about the Fujiwara family would still be of any value after tonight.
But at least now he should devote himself to the mission.
However, before he could open his mouth, the screen of the mobile phone on the table lit up.
Kiyoshi Fujiwara picked up the phone, took a look at it, and his expression suddenly changed.
The door slammed open and the bodyguard standing outside strode in.
Mo Shiyu's pupils shrank slightly and he looked up at the person who came.
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