Chapter 101, Chapter 100: Who did you say the BOSS is? ...
Once upon a time, there was a man named Binga.
Binga didn't hear it.
However, Binga did it on purpose, because the person who called him was Vodka, who was the distillery's recognized gin spokesperson, his only henchman, driver, and liaison, and also the organization's biggest gin supporter.
Binga despises gin, so he chooses to ignore vodka's calls.
By reading but not replying, you create internal conflict and cause resentment and pain among colleagues. This is a very malicious attack by adults in the workplace, and it is often effective in tormenting the person who is deliberately ignored.
But Vodka didn't fight back. He only knew that he had to do his duty to carry out his elder brother's orders. The burly man in sunglasses strode over and grabbed Binga's shoulder. "Binga, the meeting is at the usual place tonight."
"What?" The Latino man with braided cornrows impatiently brushed away the vodka's hand. His meticulously groomed face had the deep, three-dimensional features typical of Europeans, but rather, "distinctive" would be a better description than "handsome."
"A meeting tonight? The last mission was just three days ago. Gin left without saying a word after the mission was over, and now he's suddenly calling me to a meeting? Has the organization's mission release process been eaten by dogs?"
“Brother has his reasons for doing this.” Vodka trusted Gin’s decision completely and offered no explanation for any doubts, simply stating firmly, “You’ll find out tonight.”
"Oh? But I'm certain of some things now."
With broad shoulders and a narrow waist, Binga crossed his arms and looked down at Vodka, who was dressed in an old-fashioned black outfit. His thick lips, painted with lipstick, stretched into a long, narrow shape as he smiled, glistening with a round, moist sheen under the light.
The malicious smile made Vodka a little nervous for a moment.
"The boss was unhappy with Gin and specifically summoned him to give him a scolding, right?"
Binga laughed heartily at Vodka's attempt to deny it, and said sarcastically, "The traitor Ireland is not dead, and he's even involved with the Japanese Public Security Bureau. Gin personally confirmed Ireland's defection and purge back then, and now he's slapped the organization in the face."
"It was clearly the cunning Irishman who tricked the organization. If it weren't for you, you wouldn't even have discovered his identity as a Japanese public security officer!" Vodka retorted in a low voice, defending Gin's reputation.
When Gin swiftly blew up Ireland, there were rumors within the organization that he was taking his anger out on Ireland because of Pixar. However, this latest intelligence investigation has actually cleared Gin's name.
Ireland was an undercover agent planted by the Japanese Public Security Bureau within the organization!
If it weren't for Bourbon's keen eye and advance warning, and the eldest brother's swift and decisive action, they would have almost let a mouse escape during that mission.
The elder brother's judgment is never wrong, Gin said, pushing Vodka aside and clenching his fist.
Binga, however, was not annoyed at all. His focus was not on Ireland at all. He didn't care who the traitor was or who served whom. The point was: "You didn't deny the previous statement, so Gin was indeed reprimanded by the BOSS."
As Rum's newly promoted second-in-command, he had been working hard to get promoted after outlasting three former colleagues: Lag, El, and Curaçao. Naturally, he knew that Rum had been making all sorts of underhanded moves to test the BOSS over the years, but he had always been ignored.
Rum thus concluded that the man was on the verge of death and began to secretly cultivate his own power. The so-called training camp may have been a laboratory focused on memory research in its early stages, but in its later stages it became more of a place to cultivate Rum's own confidants.
Unfortunately, Rum's methods of training his subordinates were truly appalling. Now, the only people he could use were himself and Bourbon, who was stationed in Japan, while Binga, who was both competing and vying for power, had taken up a confidant position.
However, his ambitions extend far beyond this. Binga is unwilling to be subordinate to Rum. He had no choice but to accept the BOSS's disappearance before, but now that a higher pinnacle of power than Rum has appeared, he will naturally not be content with his lot.
They tie ropes to cabbages and sell them at cabbage prices, or they tie them to hairy crabs and sell them at hairy crab prices.
Binga had already made up his mind whether to be the BOSS's dog or the one-eyed old man's dog. Now that the organization's focus was shifting to Japan, he had to seize this opportunity, given his weak foundation there.
"That lord has appeared." The man with the cornrows took a step forward, looking down at Vodka with an imposing aura, and pressed, "Did the BOSS only summon Gin?"
“No, there must be Lord Rum and Vermouth too, right?” He observed Vodka’s expression and immediately frowned. “Impossible, Rum didn’t inform me.”
Vodka didn't actually know what had happened, but Gin was in a bad mood when he came back yesterday and mentioned it to him while smoking in his Porsche to relieve his boredom.
There were indeed only Gin, Rum, the other group leaders, and Vermouth present, but there were a few codenamed members who had been specifically mentioned by the BOSS, who even issued them specific missions.
The appreciation for that person, whom they were grooming, was palpable. They were even willing to allocate organizational resources to help him infiltrate deep into enemy territory. The scale of their efforts made Rum, who was also an intelligence officer, somewhat uneasy.
Yes, the person the intelligence team specifically designated to cultivate was Bourbon, while Bingalentti, who was only interested in climbing the ranks, was never mentioned and was completely unknown to the BOSS.
Bourbon is a smart man who can spot a traitor in the Public Security Bureau, while Binga is a complete idiot targeting Gin.
Supporting Bourbon demonstrates that the Boss is currently in good spirits, which is the best thing for Vodka.
Thinking of what he knew, the unsophisticated vodka, loyal to the black coat, black sunglasses, and black top hat, suddenly felt a surge of pride and grinned at the fashionable and trendy Binga.
"Oh."
He coldly and elegantly tossed out a syllable, brushed past the sooner or later declining Binga, pulled his hat low, walked out of the bar, and got into his newly serviced Porsche.
He still had to pick up his older brother for a meeting.
Vodka said nothing, but his expression, shifting from contemplation to exhilaration to schadenfreude, seemed to say everything. Binga quickly realized—Bourbon had been noticed by that lord.
"It must be Gin who spoke ill of him to the Boss!" The man with the corn braid gritted his teeth, his face contorted with rage, and strode out of the door.
Otherwise, why would it be Bourbon!
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"Why you?"
This question also resonated throughout the Red Team's tea party. All those in the know gathered at the Kudo residence and unanimously raised a question about the sudden, unbridled development.
But Furuya Rei also didn't understand why he was suddenly being given such an important position. Just yesterday, he was busy arranging for the Irish police to forge identities, and then he received a call from Vermouth.
Thinking about the contents of that phone call, the blond man hesitated for a moment, then said, "Maybe it's because I'm good-looking?"
The room fell silent upon hearing this.
Matsuda Jinpei opened his mouth, but the sharp comment swirled in his mouth before he swallowed it back with difficulty, finally giving him only a caring and tolerant look.
"Did you bump your head today?" the curly-haired officer asked in a friendly, slowed-down manner.
Rei Furuya's fist has hardened.
But Matsuda Jinpei wasn't the only one present who suspected Furuya Rei had hit his head. FBI agents, the child-like Akai Mary, Kudo Yukiko who hosted the tea party, and most others showed slightly worried expressions.
Only Morofushi Kagemitsu, who was familiar with his childhood friend, remained calm and patiently waited for Furuya Rei to tell the whole story behind this conclusion.
Although he felt that to reach this conclusion, the story must be extremely exciting.
As he expected, Furuya Rei rubbed his forehead and sorted out his thoughts in the silence. Just as he was about to explain the cause and effect, someone with "considerate heart" broke the silence first.
“Bourbon is indeed good-looking.” Akai Hideaki said calmly, under the glare of the FBI agents and Akai Mary who had seen a ghost, and said in a steady tone, “If that’s the case, we can rather rigidly assume that the BOSS is female.”
"Of course, that's not necessarily true." The man who had removed his disguise looked at the stiff-faced Furuya Rei with his dark green wolf eyes and stated objectively, "You've always been very popular."
Morofushi Kagemitsu felt like laughing, but seeing that his childhood friend next to him looked like he was about to explode from being provoked, he had to give up.
Then Matsuda Jinpei laughed out loud in his place.
Rei Furuya began to feel that it was a huge mistake to include his three contemporaries in the tea party, and planned to put up a sign tomorrow that read "Jinpei Matsuda, Kenji Hagiwara and dogs are not allowed."
There's no need to remove Kenji Hagiwara's name either; after all, if Jinpei Matsuda is turned away, he won't go to Poirot's alone for dinner anyway.
Moreover, if Kenji Hagiwara, who is currently on duty, were here, Rei Furuya would bet that the guy would just laugh along with that curly-haired jerk. The only difference would be that Kenji Hagiwara would smooth things over after he finished laughing.
Not a single one of them is good.
Just as Matsuda Jinpei finished laughing, Zhuge Tongzhi suddenly laughed again.
“Bourbon, this is a great opportunity.” The black-haired girl, sitting next to Matsuda Jinpei, flashed a big smile and laughed gleefully, “I suggest you just bewitch the BOSS and take the position. Now is the perfect time to use the honey trap.”
"If it's a male boss who admires you, you should definitely go for it, ganbatte!"
Zhuge Tongzhi's words, "Go for it, Zero!" made Matsuda Jinpei next to him laugh uncontrollably, his curly hair shaking with laughter. His voice, which was trying to suppress his laughter, became even more magnetic: "Ha, hahahahaha, do your best, Zero."
This remark inexplicably tickled Zhuge Tongzhi's funny bone again, and his smile, which had just subsided, brightened up again. The two of them were like a perpetual motion machine, constantly leaking air.
Rei Furuya's already beautiful, dark-skinned face is now even darker.
"What did Vermouth say?" Even as Morofushi Hiromitsu steered the conversation back to its intended direction, he speculated, "The organization has already taken the bait of Ireland. If the BOSS is dissatisfied with Rum and the others and wants to promote new people, then Bourbon, who is stationed in Japan, is indeed a very good choice."
“Yes, yes.” Yukiko smoothed things over. “Mr. Furuya and Vermouth are very close friends. A joke might not be the BOSS’s exact words. We need to be more cautious in our analysis.”
“Yes, that makes sense.” Akai Mary still couldn’t understand why Vermouth would feed her poison mouth-to-mouth, so she could only explain it as a dramatic act that some people sought. “So, what exactly did Vermouth tell you?”
“Actually, Vermouth relayed exactly what she said.” Furuya Rei, under the focused gazes of everyone, said, “She said…”
In the silence of the room, Conan, carrying a large jar of Danish cookies, backed out of the door and pushed it open, entering the conference room with Kudo Yusaku, who had found even more tea utensils.
"We're back! What did we talk about?"
Kudo Yusaku, sporting a small mustache, noticed the strange atmosphere in the room. He and Yukiko, holding tea sets, exchanged a glance, but even the beautiful actress with curly hair wore an indescribable expression.
Conan, who was also somewhat puzzled, had just placed the cookie jar on the table when Zhuge Tongzhi's incredulous voice boomed in the living room.
"You mean, the boss said you look like a burnt-faced Pikachu?!"
What kind of description is this? Conan looked at Rei Ikuya's light blonde short hair and not-so-dark skin, revealing a half-moon eye full of吐槽 (tu cao, a Chinese internet slang term for sarcastic or critical comments).
Only by maximizing the saturation can it match the color scheme of the burnt black-faced Pikachu.
However, Zhuge Tongzhi's turbulent emotions were not due to this abstract description. The black-haired girl slammed her hand on the table like a gavel, staring intently at Furuya Rei across the table.
"Bourbon, are you sure that's the exact quote?"
Huh? Conan felt the wooden table beneath his hands tremble violently, and his gaze toward Zhuge Tongzhi became serious, but even more so, filled with doubt.
Is there anything wrong with this statement?
The great detective, unaware of the existence of the Wutong Tree Forum, was somewhat bewildered, as were the others. Shuichi Akai's calm gaze swept between Kirito and Rei Furuya before finally settling on Hiromitsu Morofushi, whose expression had slightly changed.
Bourbon, Scotland? Do they know the inside story? The dark-haired, blue-eyed man turned his gaze back to Zhuge Tongzhi. What nickname could make Ale so concerned?
What the child really cares about is who came up with the nickname.
“That’s exactly what he said.” Furuya Rei looked over with serious purple-gray eyes and repeated word by word: “The organization’s BOSS praised me in front of Gin, Rum, and Vermouth, saying I looked like a burnt-faced Pikachu.”
The solemn recitation of "burnt-faced Pikachu" carried a cool humor, but no one present laughed. Matsuda Jinpei frowned and put his hand on the shoulder of the girl who was breathing heavily.
No, impossible! This nickname is completely untrue... Zhuge Tongzhi felt her heart suddenly turn into a heavy hammer in her chest, each beat threatening to slam her onto the table.
Fear, subconscious denial, panic... and also expectation and prayer, the surging emotions almost overwhelmed her.
“Vermouth has changed how she addresses me.” The blond man looked at the child’s hands on the table and slowly clenched them into fists. He continued, “What used to be a masculine term is now being deliberately replaced with a neutral one.”
"After attending the meeting convened by the BOSS, Rum posted a manhunt notice on the organization's system." Furuya Rei met the pair of dark eyes that looked up at him and slowly said, "He wants to re-investigate the whereabouts of Albumin."
Zhuge Tongzhi clenched his fist and slammed it hard on the table. The dull thud, which made one's palm ache slightly, carried his anger and hatred all the way to Conan's palm through the cookie tin.
Furuya Rei rubbed his temples, looking troubled, and sighed:
"Alber, why did Lag become the BOSS?"
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Author's note: No rush
No need to worry about the knife
Lag is doing very well now (I'm not kidding).
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I never imagined I would write such a long story, nor did I expect anyone to be willing to accompany me all the way to chapter 100 (shy).
Adorable IDs come and go, but there are always a few cuties who keep encouraging Morning Star QAQ
I've explored and written about both my comfort zone and my extremely uncomfortable zone along the way, and I really relied on everyone's support to persevere when I was experiencing writer's block!
My little cuties, wait for my daily updates!
But actually, Morning Star was also secretly waiting behind the screen for everyone's comments and feedback.
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In short, let's work together with Chenxing and Xiaotong to turn this red-black situation around!
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