Chapter 102 (Previously Chapter 101): Sending Bourbon undercover into the Public Security Bureau...
During a meeting, the emperor remarked, "You have all witnessed my victories; and my defeats..."
Then the court session ended.
"Good morning, my dear cat. Love you all."
Now the emperor of the Black Organization is attending court.
The way he was heard before he was seen made Furuya Rei gently turn his wrist, which was encased in a black suit, carefully compose his expression, and raise his gray eyes to look at the conference room door.
This was a meeting regarding the Irish defection issue. Originally, Gin was supposed to lead the operation, but the intelligence team only sent Binga, the current second-in-command, to assist in the operation.
But the lord suddenly had to attend a meeting, so Rum rushed over to pick him up. After figuring out the Boss's intentions, he also brought along Rei Furuya, who was affectionately known as "Black-faced Pikachu".
Rum wanted to take this opportunity to find out Bourbon's future career path. If the Boss bypassed him and promoted Bourbon directly, he would lose his most valuable advantage.
If it were a year ago, or even longer ago, he was certain that the kind yet ruthless adult would not have acted so directly; the achievements of two generations of Rum would have given him more time to scheme.
But things are different now. Rum's rough fingers rhythmically rubbed the smooth surface of the ring, and the cunning fox couldn't help but press his fingers down hard when he thought of the boss now, just old water in new bottles.
That damned memory transfer experiment was actually developed by the old man, but after his decaying shell was completely renewed, his style of doing things was also completely renewed.
The casual revelations about the past and the air of ease she exuded during the meeting proved that the person in front of her was indeed the organization's BOSS, yet... she also drove everyone who came into contact with her to a state of madness.
Like a helmsman who still frantically raises the sails amidst a capricious shipwreck, it's unclear whether she intends to lead this ancient, dark behemoth to a more glorious sea, or if she only wants to take everyone on board with her.
Rum was worried it was the latter.
Then we need to prepare in advance, but in any case.
Time is money! The bald man with a prosthetic eye looked up from under his top hat at the door. A silver monocle chain hung in front of his jet-black mink coat, its cold sheen accentuated by the dark coat.
Gin and Vodka, sitting opposite Rum and Bourbon, were also dressed in black, with their ever-present black trench coats and top hats. Even Gin's shimmering silver hair couldn't salvage the somber tone and tense atmosphere of the scene.
They are crows lurking in the darkness; when their scarlet eyes set on what they greedily desire, the harbinger of doom tolls—dong! dong! dong!
Click.
"Why aren't the lights on? Are you trying to save me the electricity bill?"
With the crisp click of the overhead light switch being pressed, the dimly lit conference room was suddenly illuminated by the incandescent light. Rei Furuya was momentarily blinded by Gin's suddenly bright silver hair, and he closed his eyes briefly before he could make out the person who had entered the room.
"Hi everyone, long time no see~"
A black-haired girl wearing a white shirt, suit pants, and a black knitted vest stood at the door, holding up the kitten in her arms, its paw raised in greeting to the crowd, "Oh—ha—yo—"
Rei Furuya sensed that Gin across from him had clearly held his breath for a moment, while Vodka behind the silver-haired man completely lost control of his expression, his mouth agape behind his sunglasses, only snapping out of his daze after Gin called him an idiot.
However, Rei Furuya could understand Vodka's shock.
He hadn't expected that the sketch drawn by El would resemble him so much. The blond man looked at the girl who was walking in, humming a tune while holding her cat, with Vermouth, dressed in a long black dress, following behind her with her head down.
I never expected that my first meeting with Rag would be at this time, in this setting, and with a group of codenamed members, as a subordinate.
The young man with light gold hair at the ends had relaxed features and a unique, spirited demeanor that was somewhere between a young girl and a mature woman. When he looked at others, he habitually smiled slightly, which also carried a sense of maturity that came from having experienced the world.
Having met the rescue target who should have been trapped in the organization ahead of schedule, Rei Furuya felt no joy or relief, but instead asked himself again:
Who do you think she is now?
Ever since he bumped into the beer sisters, the blond man felt like he had been constantly confirming the answer to this question, but looking at Rag's enigmatic smile, he still had to ask again.
Who are you right now...?
What has the organization done to you again? Furuya Rei's gray eyes darkened, and the experimental information he had obtained from Curaçao turned into a terrifying speculation in his mind. His fingers, which were resting on his lap, gently rose and fell.
If that's true, how is he going to explain it to Elle? Her sister...
"Hi, Pikachu."
Rag raised his paw at him, then turned to Vermouth standing beside him and laughed, "I told you, Bourbon looks like Pikachu whose face has been scorched by Charmander."
Rei Furuya realized he was overthinking things.
Her sister seems to be doing very well.
He and Vermouth exchanged three parts politeness, five parts reverence, and hid the remaining two parts awkwardness in their smiles.
"Alright, enough teasing. Gin, you'll chair the meeting." Rag naturally sat down at the head of the long table, placed the black and white cat on his lap, and casually propped his face up with his hands on the table. "Just pretend I don't exist."
The light-hearted words, like those of a little girl, had barely finished when the young man with light blonde hair abruptly softened his tone, as if instructing a troublesome child at home, and said with a gentle and soft smile, "Please, don't disappoint me."
The room was silent.
“Gin.”
Without uttering a single superfluous word, the cold-blooded silver-haired assassin opened the preliminary investigation of this operation to purge Ireland on the projection screen and began to lay out the initial plan in concise language.
Next up was Rum, and lastly Vermouth, who was assisting.
Our winery also has its own group meetings.
As Gin narrated, Rei Furuya's fingers slowly flexed and relaxed, the rough friction of his bones traveling through the nerves in his flesh to his brain, finally allowing his breath, which had been stagnant for some time, to flow again.
He was becoming uncertain again.
Under the bright lights, the black-haired youth sitting at the far end of the long table was openly daydreaming. His light gray eyes were as faint as the ink droplets in clear water, outlined by the light with a gentle, watery quality, but his thoughts were completely empty.
The extremely light eye color reminded Furuya Rei of many pairs of eyes—Curaçao's almost transparent heterochromatic eyes, Kanan Anko's light brown eyes, and those "ordinary people" they had hidden among the crowd during the intelligence tug-of-war, and so on.
The experiments and drugs left irreversible marks on them.
Rei Furuya glanced at those empty, light gray eyes out of the corner of his eye.
Bourbon's shell is tightly concealed, appearing humble and docile before the esteemed adults; beneath, the intelligence broker Amuro Tooru, harboring undisguised ambition, is subtly observing and gathering intelligence.
But deep down, the soul of the top student in the police academy harbored a faint sadness.
Rag's eyes were light-colored, but Zhuge Tongzhi, whom she sheltered under her wings, had eyes as dark as ink.
Hidden deep inside, Furuya Rei was giving himself three seconds to secretly feel sentimental, while outside, Bourbon was suddenly caught in the gaze of Rag turning around.
Not good. His excellent undercover skills made him quickly lower his head, seizing the opportunity before he lowered his head to reveal a hint of curiosity and unease, but he still had a feeling that his secret had been exposed.
The dark-haired youth with light blonde ends gave him a half-smile, then raised his hand to interrupt Rum's statement, "Stop, you've missed something."
Rei Furuya forcefully suppressed his pounding heart.
The blond man subtly lengthened his breathing, his mind racing as he considered strategies to conceal his true intentions.
"We found Ireland in the Japanese public security system. He belongs to the public security police and uses the alias 'Kimoto Yuji'." Rag recited Rum's report word for word, as if his earlier lapse in concentration had never happened.
"Where did this alias come from?" She stood up from the executive chair, and the black and white cat leaped lightly off its owner's lap, its tail held high as it trotted around her feet. "His security clearance is even lower than Scotland's. How come it wasn't discovered before?"
Rei Furuya felt the voice stop behind him, and then his chair back was gently pressed down. Rag whispered in his ear, "Is our undercover agent in the Public Security Bureau dead?"
Organizational spies planted within the police force are likely to live well, but police spies planted within the organization are not so sure.
Bourbon remained unfazed.
“Tennessee checked the information about Ireland yesterday and found it was indeed true,” Rum replied respectfully, but his one eye kept glancing restlessly at Rag’s expression as he tentatively asked, “Should I inform him…?”
Yesterday. Just as Furuya Rei noted down this time and planned to go back and thoroughly investigate the mole within the Public Security Bureau who exposed Hiro, he heard Lag behind him grunt and casually wave his hand behind his chair.
"Kill them. You've wasted so many of my resources, and you couldn't even find anything in Ireland." The girl's voice, tinged with laughter, was like a cool breeze blowing through his hair as she lightly gave the order: "Kill Yagi Yuji's child too, and don't forget the one overseas."
“Boss, forgive my bluntness, but…”
“Kanezo, I miss Mrs. Wakita very much. Before she changed her surname, her name sounded as elegant and beautiful as a violet.” Rag said slowly, “She was my adopted sister, and I also regard you as my own child.”
"So even though you let Asaka go and almost let Koji Haneda push the organization to the forefront, you still have this favoritism, my child."
Rum snapped shut up.
“I also miss your father, because his methods were far more efficient than yours.” The ends of her golden hair swayed smoothly with Rag’s movements, and Furuya Rei guessed that she might have tilted her head, because the back of the chair was also tilted to one side.
Rei Furuya never imagined that one day he would be figuring out his current situation by studying a chair.
Oh, and of course, there's also Rum's ugly but unavoidably respectful expression to admire, which gradually transforms into an awkward fear as he scrolls through his phone after it rings.
"Boss, I..."
“The last time I helped you clean up your mess like this, your throat only reached my waist.” Rag’s enunciation was meticulously crafted with a touch of melancholy, but then her tone turned coquettish. “However, it’s not comparable to your current state!”
But even the most charming words couldn't alleviate Rum's psychological pressure from being repeatedly interrupted. The bald man had taken off his hat during his report, and now his shiny bald head and the beads of sweat on his face gleamed comically under the light.
“The new prosthetic eye has been delivered to your bedroom. It’s in the gift box in the second drawer of the left-hand cabinet,” Rag said cheerfully. “The physical defect is hard to fix, but we can look at things from a different perspective.”
Rei Furuya felt this was no different from telling Rum that his eyesight was bad and then telling him to get a new pair.
But his focus was on the phrase "this body now," which seemed to confirm the experimental speculation about memory transfer, while some of Lag's attitudes were rather ambiguous.
For example, the fact that he's the black-faced Pikachu. Furuya Rei pondered the current situation. Isn't the memory transfer experiment just putting new water in a bottle? The young man clearly has Boss's memories now, but the wording is Lager's own style.
Or perhaps, the two memories have merged? The blond man's pupils dilated for a moment.
“This is a good thing, just as I was once hunched over with age, and now I’ve become shorter.” Rag spoke of the wonder of time’s passage, much like how old people often tease their children and grandchildren about enjoying their retirement.
The organization's boss, who was actually over a hundred years old but returned looking as young as twenty-three, looked at his nearly sixty-year-old son and asked kindly:
"When you look up at me, do you feel a little more relaxed?"
"My dear little crow."
"I wouldn't dare, Boss." Rum lowered his head deeply, a bead of sweat rolling down his bald head. "I will follow your orders."
"You don't need to worry, the effects of these aftereffects will disappear soon." Rag changed the subject back to the question about Ireland, and after giving Rum a warning, he forced a half-sweet treat and changed the order.
"But you're right, it's a waste to kill them directly, but they'd be good as a pledge of loyalty. We need a reliable and capable young man to help us get rid of the rats in the Public Security Bureau."
The youngest person present, Rei Furuya: ...
Rei Furuya, who had a premonition that the chosen one would be: ...
Rei Furuya, who seems to be being sent back to his hometown: ...
ah?
Seriously?
Suddenly, his previously empty legs felt heavy as Rag's black and white cat jumped onto the blond man's lap, calmly squatted down, and began to lick its fur, then meowed obsequiously at its owner behind Furuya Rei.
"Hey, Bap." Rag leaned on the back of the chair and leaned closer as if consulting with a close friend, asking, "Do you want to get into the Public Security Bureau from the police academy, or should I just parachute in for you?"
Rei Furuya, who has always had a job at the Public Security Bureau: ...
No, actually, if you let me go now, I can walk into the police station on my own.
"The former offers a better experience, but it takes several months; the latter is a bit more difficult, and being parachuted in might lead to workplace bullying, which is really worrying."
Rei Furuya, who was bullied at police academy: ...
Actually, even at the police academy... no, wait!
Why are you worried about the codename members being bullied?
"Well, that's fine then."
Rag's light golden hair swept past the side of his face, and Furuya Rei felt that he and she were so close that... Zhuge Tongzhi could see a sharp, explosive distance.
For safety, he quietly turned his head away a little, and then the black and white cat on his lap seized the opportunity to leap onto his shoulder, meowing and acting cute towards its owner.
"You should get into the police academy first, then report Tennessee. That way, after you finish your studies, you can be recruited by the police force without any problems. They might even want to promote you to the head of the police force, what do you think?"
It was none other than Rei Furuya, the very head of the police force: ...
ah?
Did I rise to power on my own?
Putting everything else aside, the decision to send codenamed members to police academy was utterly absurd. The blond, dark-skinned man tried to gain validation from the codenamed members present.
Rum, who had been reprimanded, was still plotting something wicked. Vermouth, who was always on Boss's side, ignored him. Vodka, standing next to Gin, was once again dumbfounded.
Gin, where is Gin? Rei Furuya turned his gaze to the silver-haired assassin who hadn't spoken since the report.
Gin was silent for a moment, then said, "Get Bourbon into the University of Tokyo. It'll be faster if he goes through the non-professional group."
I'm telling you to reject this opinion, not to find another way to put someone in the police station!
You're always full of energy and going on missions, so why do you look so exhausted and withdrawn now? What did Rag do to you yesterday?
“Good idea.” Rag readily accepted the suggestion. “Bourbon can also develop some members at East University.”
"Ganbatte, babeng!"
And so, at the University of Tokyo, Rei Furuya met with two other bottles of whisky: ...
So... how about bringing Scotland and Lyle back?
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Author's Note: The Whiskey Trio at the East Conference: ?
…
Rag is a female college student who truly has a cheat code.
Cheat Code: Memo (Automatically records information seen and heard, as well as past memories, and can transfer copies of memories, etc.)
Therefore, memory transfer experiments cannot erase the original memory.
The result of the Boss transferring memories without authorization is
Lag purchased Boss's memories, Boss's identity, and Boss's organization for free.
So the distillery boss is now a portable old man (laughs).
…
Here's a recommendation for my next pre-order novel: "My Portable Grandpa is the Boss of a Distillery"
In short: The distillery boss will guide you step-by-step to dismantle the distillery.
Theme: An elder in the family is like a treasure.
It is a sister work to "O".
(Fujiya’s thumbs up smile jpg.)
…
The winery at this moment
Child Rebirth
…
Mwah!
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