Chapter 8 Chapter 8 "Great! You are a destined couple..."
"Until you're sure you can truly return home, you can't take off the little thing on your eyes~"
Zhu Fujingguang's eyes were covered by a long black ribbon.
His hands were not controlled, but if he tried to pull down the blindfold, the beautiful and famous movie star next to him would drive with one hand while holding a gun to his waist with the other hand.
I don't bother to think about how this guy managed to avoid all kinds of cameras and traffic police along the way. Although he was prevented from taking off the ribbon, he should still have freedom of speech.
Scotland then rudely mocked him using sign language: "Didn't you say go back 'home'? How come there are still people who don't even know the way back 'home'?"
In fact, the taunting value was maximized when it was typed on a mobile phone and played by a flat female robotic voice, but Zhu Fujingguang wanted to take the opportunity to see if Vermouth was really familiar with Scotland enough to understand sign language.
Vermouth chuckled softly, and there was a kind of lazy sexiness in her laughter. Unfortunately, the only audience present had no intention of appreciating it. "You said the same thing last time. I'm glad that you didn't let Bourbon's mouth lead you astray."
Zhu Fujingguang didn't even want to use sign language anymore.
He put down his hands, listened quietly to the sounds around him to determine the route of the car, and thought about how he had fallen into this situation.
Zhu Fujingguang never expected that the "she" in the message was actually Vermouth.
The moment he heard the other person's voice, he understood what his mission was today.
The reasons such as worrying about the other party colluding with the Yakuza and that non-code members could not handle it were all false. They just needed an easy task to lure Scotland out of the safe house, and make sure that he could complete the task quickly so as not to delay Vermouth and his subsequent itinerary.
In addition to this, Zhu Fujingguang also saw a few points.
Gin obviously knew about this, but the scope of his knowledge was strictly controlled.
Vodka, who used to be almost inseparable from Gin, was not with him. At first, Zhu Fushimi thought that Vodka was going to carry out other tasks assigned by Gin, but now he thinks that he just didn't want the gossipy and talkative Vodka to know about this - he guessed that this was Vermouth's request.
And Scotland should have been very reluctant to go with Vermouth on this trip, not only because he ignored the message asking him to "go back" last time, but also because Vermouth was driving an ordinary Toyota instead of her previous eye-catching De Tomaso Pantera sports car, which meant that Vermouth was indeed here to "capture" Scotland.
That's why Zhu Fujingguang dared to use sign language to confront Vermouth so directly.
His attitude was tough enough, but he still had no idea what was going to happen next.
Although he was not familiar with Vermouth, Zhu Fujingguang was quite aware of her abilities. In order to avoid making mistakes by saying too much, it would be better for him to express less, which was more in line with Scotland's original attitude.
Seeing that Zhu Fu Jingguang didn't move, Vermouth started to talk instead: "How are you and Bourbon progressing?"
What progress?
"That person really wants you to find your soulmate soon. He's done matching tests with all the alphas in the organization and even called back Bourbon, who's a perfect match for you. And you're willing...Okay, I know you're just too lazy to refuse, but since you've already accepted it, why keep Lei in the way?"
Although 1207 knew that they were discussing serious matters and it was inappropriate for it to interrupt and disrupt Zhu Fu Jingguang's attention, it still couldn't help but cheer softly: "Great! You two are destined to be together!"
Zhu Fujingguang: "..."
Now he finally understood why the other party's favorability towards him plummeted when they first met when he first arrived.
The organization's intelligence expert has figured out the real reason why he appeared next to Scotland.
Anyone whose pride has not been completely erased will feel unhappy if someone secretly arranges their lifelong affairs.
And Bourbon is really an undercover agent, and the person who arranged this is a senior member of his undercover organization. The degree of unhappiness will only increase exponentially.
I just don't know who the "that person" that Vermouth mentioned is...
In the world where Morobushi Kagemitsu originally lived, Furuya Rei once told him that Vermouth might be the boss's family member, but he did not have more evidence to support this earth-shattering speculation for the time being. It was just the result of the intelligence expert's keen sense of smell working normally.
If that's true.
The cat-eyed young man's heart skipped a beat.
It was the adrenaline that was stimulated by the possible threat to his life at any time, and also the excitement of having the possibility of contacting the core of the organization that he might not be able to contact even after years of undercover work.
Even though he no longer has an undercover identity.
After calming himself down, Zhu Fujingguang responded to Vermouth's question using sign language: "Lei is fine."
This is the truth. Lei is capable in his business, doesn't like to stir up trouble, is taciturn, and can provide some information to the newcomer. Apart from the fact that he still doesn't get along with Bourbon, which gives him some headaches, he is a very worry-free partner.
He would have less worries if Ley was the FBI.
Vermouth's voice rose with interest. "Are you attracted to that man? A beta who looks like an alpha might be unhappy, but if you're willing to coax him into coming back, he might relent. But whether that will lead to a promotion for Lei... or just end up in captivity like a plucked wolfhound, that's hard to say."
Zhu Fu Jingguang: I have so many things to complain about that I don’t know where to start.
"I have no such feelings towards Rye. And, wouldn't Bourbon be treated the same way?"
There was a sound of fingertips tapping on the steering wheel. "If Bourbon really wanted to coax someone, it wouldn't be that difficult. But he's very ambitious and lacks experience. If you weren't a perfect match for him, he wouldn't have been a top choice."
Vermouth's attitude towards Bourbon was the same as he already knew: admiration but also fear.
Zhu Fujingguang didn't say anything else, nor did he ask who the original priority candidate was.
After a while, the car stopped.
Zhu Fujingguang reached for the ribbon on his eyes without hesitation the moment he heard the car door open, but was held back by another hand: "Master, please wait a moment."
It was an elderly male voice.
After a few seconds, Vermouth pulled him out of the car and walked forward holding his hand intimately.
After walking for a while, Zhu Fu Jingguang felt a small air flow from the door opening. When he heard the sound of the lock closing behind him, someone untied the ribbon from his eyes. At the same time, he felt a coolness in the gland area at the back of his neck, and the scent of grape oolong at the tip of his nose gradually became stronger.
After his eyes adjusted to the brightness, he saw a familiar small round piece on Vermouth's fingertips. It was the barrier patch that Zhu Fujingguang applied to his gland every day.
He curled his fingers slightly, not very noticeably, but Vermouth, who was standing next to him, noticed it immediately.
"After all these years, haven't you gotten used to it yet?" Her beautifully shaped aqua eyes looked at him, the upward curve of her eyes and the smile on her lips like a wasp's sting. "That master has been so tolerant of you that I'm jealous."
"Miss, you're joking. The master hasn't seen you for a long time, so he hopes that you and the young master will come back together." It was the owner of the old voice just now, a man with gray hair and dressed like a butler of an English manor in the last century. His nationality was unknown, and he spoke authentic Japanese.
They were currently in a terrifyingly large restaurant, large enough to accommodate a banquet for 200 people, but with only a low-key and luxurious long table placed in the middle right, it seemed eerily empty.
This long table was also very strange. The inner side was covered with a thick, opaque curtain.
The man, who was obviously the butler, faced Zhu Fu Jingguang and Vermouth and led them to the long table. "The master has been waiting for a long time. Please give me your phones and then take a seat."
As they approached the dining table, a servant lowered his head and quickly brought the dishes to the table, then lowered his head and quickly retreated.
The butler stood outside the curtain, his head slightly lowered, looking like he was ready to listen to orders at any time.
The dishes on the table were surprisingly ordinary. Apart from the obvious fact that the ingredients were of the highest quality, the individual dishes were just ordinary Japanese cuisine.
After they sat down, the table was very quiet for a while. Zhu Fujingguang did not pick up his chopsticks. He glanced at Vermouth who was sitting opposite him and felt that the other party did not seem to be in a good mood at the moment.
"Pick up your chopsticks." The voice coming from behind the curtain was not the voice of an old man as Zhufu Jingguang had imagined, but the voice of a mature man in his thirties or forties. It was mellow and calm, and even had a bit of affinity towards the younger generation.
I don’t know how to describe the feeling in my heart. Scotland, which is used to seeing bullets and guns, felt cold all over at this moment.
He picked up the hot broth and took a sip.
The soup was refreshing and delicious. Under normal circumstances, Zhu Fu Jingguang would have already started thinking about what ingredients were in the soup and how he should replicate it, but at this moment his mind was not on that at all.
The "master" first chatted with Vermouth about daily life, then comforted her by saying that next time after having Western food, he changed the topic to Zhufu Jingguang who was concentrating on eating slowly.
"You're a good cook, but you've never cooked here before. I wonder when I'll have the pleasure of eating one of your dishes."
Zhu Fujingguang: "..." Do you want me to cook you three dishes and a soup now? If I dare to cook, will you dare to eat it?
He paused holding the bowl, not knowing whether he should put it down.
But the other party's purpose seemed different. He just used it as an introduction: "Don't be nervous, I was just saying it casually. But Bourbon must have admired your cooking skills. It shouldn't be too much to ask him to give you a temporary mark as a reward. If you don't want to come back, and you faint from pain due to inhibitor intolerance, I won't be able to do anything to you."
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