Chapter 3 About Sinclair
The head of the intelligence department, Yesod, is a rational and calm person, but now he can no longer keep his poker face.
Calm down, Yesod, you need to calm down.
Don't look at the supervisor who picked up a strange thing on his first outing.
Haha... I can't calm down at all.
The half-dead anomaly now sits on his desk.
The supervisor pinned his hopes on the intelligence department, expecting it to return to normal as soon as possible so that it could join its companions in the extra work of the anomalies.
According to the information preserved by the intelligence department, this anomaly is undoubtedly the Thorn Bus. Its ability to shrink and its current state are obviously unknown. Let's try to find the reason first.
Angela, on the other hand, was in a great hurry ever since she returned to the facility.
Okra, an employee from the intelligence department who was already on duty at the facility, asked his superior, who had forcibly brought him back to work overtime, with a puzzled look:
"What's wrong with Miss Angela?"
Yesod watched as Angela kept issuing new orders, and more and more employees were being directed around in circles.
Despite it being a holiday, the underground facilities are busier than during normal working hours.
He didn't know why Angela's behavior was so unusual; perhaps she had encountered something outside.
Otherwise, it would be hard to explain why she seemed so anxious to arrange work.
The two looked at the only person present who might know the truth—Cabbage, who was responsible for delivering the thorny bus.
To be honest, even Bai Cai doesn't know.
Angela has remained silent ever since she met up with them, and has been extremely busy since returning to the facility.
The door to the head of the intelligence department's office was pushed open again, and there were two unexpected people there—two lower-level department heads, a rare sight indeed.
The elderly, gray-haired man spoke first: "It seems she wants to take the supervisor on a long trip."
"What did that child see outside?" The former leader echoed Hokma's statement.
The three ministers, along with Okra, once again looked at the cabbage that had been summoned outside by the supervisor.
He was the only one in the know besides the two others.
The problem is, he really didn't know that his only responsibility was to suppress the abnormal entities!
Faced with the ministers' piercing gazes, Bai Cai had no choice but to confess everything he had done outside, down to the second.
“So the problem lies in the time Angela is alone,” Yesod concluded.
“This world isn’t friendly either,” binah said softly.
This place is in complete chaos because of Angela's unusual behavior.
Meanwhile, Sinclair, who narrowly escaped the bombing, returned to his safe house in this world.
He and Ms. Ryoshu were thrown into this world by a time-space turbulence, landing at the base of an organization.
Unlike the gangs that roam the back alleys of the city, gangs in this world operate in a very secretive manner.
The two undocumented immigrants successfully infiltrated the organization, and this room is now their refuge.
As soon as he opened the door, Sinclair coughed a few times, choked by the smoke-filled room.
“Xin Hui,” the short-haired woman, who was sitting on the sofa smoking, greeted Sinclair as she saw him push open the door.
"Miss Ryoshu, I'm back."
They've been in this world for three years now, and time seems to have abandoned them, or rather, abandoned Sinclair.
Three years have passed, and he hasn't grown even a centimeter.
Liangxiu finished his cigarette and stood up: "I have something to do."
"Hey, now?" Sinclair, who hadn't even gotten comfortable sitting down, had no choice but to get up again.
"Believe it or not."
“A text message? Let me see,” Sinclair said, pulling out his phone.
Liangxiu had already walked outside. He looked down at his phone, his body instinctively following Liangxiu.
Outside the door, Chianti, leaning against the wall, looked at Sinclair, who was looking down at his phone and following closely behind Ryosuke, and almost laughed.
Even after three years in the organization, the blond kid and Barbaresco's relationship is still like a chick following its mother hen.
Chianti drove, and Cohen sat in the passenger seat.
“Gin said that he would send you, especially England, to train the new recruits.”
Me?
Sinclair pointed at himself in confusion, "You want me to mentor new people? Really?"
"Is it really me?" he asked repeatedly.
“Yes, it’s you,” Chianti clicked his tongue.
Gin had long been annoyed by this kid who was clearly capable but had always been slacking off behind Barbaresco.
Despite possessing top-tier marksmanship and close-combat skills, his personality is hard to describe.
If she hadn't witnessed firsthand how this boy completed the task with unwavering determination, she probably would have mistaken him for a shy, ordinary student who needed to ask his mother for help.
“The text message I sent you only told you to go to the base,” Chianti said, as if he knew the contents of the message perfectly.
Gin had already seen through this kid and bluntly stated that he might try to use some excuse to avoid the situation.
Last time, he even used the absurd excuse of having final exams to avoid organizing a rally.
They made it sound like he was such a good student, even though he barely attended classes for more than a few days a semester.
Gin could tolerate him slacking off in the background before, but recently, with more and more undercover agents being caught, the organization is clearly short-handed.
England's slacker, the first to be targeted by Gin, was spared a transfer from Japan, which was already a sign of leniency from Gin.
A moment of silence fell over the car.
"The zither is missing."
“Miss Yoshihide means, is Gin really that short of staff?” Sinclair subconsciously translated Yoshihide’s words.
Chianti clicked his tongue in surprise.
Just as Gin predicted, if they forced English whisky onto the mission, Barbaresco would definitely interfere.
At this moment, the vehicle had already entered the underground base, and the burly man wearing sunglasses was already waiting in the parking lot.
Ryoshu looked at the vodka, who seemed to have been waiting there for a long time, and Gin was clearly well-prepared.
Could she possibly run away with Sinclair?
Several high-performing elite peripheral members gathered in the waiting room; they were all handpicked from various bases.
Some of them have been providing services to the organization for a long time, while others were selected because of their outstanding abilities when they first joined the organization.
Amuro Tooru mingled among the group, pondering the organization's intention in bringing them together.
The door to the waiting room was pushed open, but it wasn't the vicious organization member that Amuro Tooru had anticipated.
The person who opened the door was a dejected blond boy who looked like he was at most in high school.
Behind him followed a burly man wearing sunglasses and a short-haired woman with a gloomy face and a cigarette in her mouth.
The big guy spoke first: "Choose one."
The short-haired woman didn't light the cigarette in her mouth; she just held it there. She leaned against the doorway, her cold gaze sweeping over everyone in the room.
Liangxiu watched as Sinclair casually pointed to a handsome young man.
Hmph, does she feel more comfortable with men's dark skin?
Heathcliff is not blond.
What does it mean to choose one? And who is this young man?
Amuro Tooru was halfway through his brainstorming session when the boy's finger was already pointing straight at him.
He is now the center of everyone's attention in the room.
"This gentleman will do."
Sinclair looked at the vodka behind him.
Vodka maintained his stern expression, which, combined with his imposing physique, made him appear quite intimidating. He looked at the "lucky one" chosen by England.
“Let’s go…” he said, then hesitated and looked at the chosen blond man.
"Toru Amuro, my name is Toru Amuro."
"Let's go, Amuro first..."
Before he could finish speaking, Vodka suddenly coughed.
The blond boy understood:
"...Toru Amuro."
Amuro Tooru watched as the blond boy visibly relaxed after being reminded by the burly man.
I followed them out of the crowded waiting room.
Liangxiu was the last to leave, following far behind, and started smoking again.
Vodka still had that fierce and intimidating look on his face.
He leaned down and whispered in Sinclair's ear, looking like a gangster bullying an innocent high school student.
In fact, he was whispering in Sinclair's ear at double speed:
"The organization has caught a few rats recently, and the boss is in a bad mood. Watch your words later, because the boss already doesn't like you. Just agree to whatever he says and don't make up any ridiculous excuses."
As one of the few normal kids in the organization, English Whiskey, Vodka is very worried about you.
He thought for a moment and then said, "At least, let's not let Barbaresco and my older brother start arguing right now."
Unlike the normal England, Barbaresco was an absolute madwoman.
She can even laugh and marvel at art amidst a sea of blood.
This is unique even in organizations teeming with antisocial elements.
The only thing that woman cared about was this listless blond boy.
"In short, you must agree first!"
Otherwise, if a real fight breaks out, we're doomed!
Vodka, his expression even more grave, patted Sinclair on the shoulder and opened the door next door.
Inside, the same misty atmosphere filled the air, and Gin sat on the sofa, smoking.
Hearing the door open, he looked up at the English whisky.
Vodka shoved England down onto the sofa opposite Gin, who held a cigarette in his hand, his voice as cold and hard as ever.
"Finished making your selections?"
English Whiskey nodded, and Gin took another drag of his cigarette, staring at the somewhat reserved young member in front of him.
"You know what to do; the boss has high expectations for you."
The English whiskey remained silent, while the vodka lightly tapped his shoulder.
He replied, "I understand, Mr. Gin. I will certainly live up to the boss's expectations."
Not at all. His only superiors are Manager Dante and perhaps Mr. Guide.
Gin knew he couldn't push too hard; even a rabbit will bite when cornered, let alone a wolf in sheep's clothing.
“Go back,” he said, looking at the chosen peripheral member.
"He will stay with you for now."
“Tsk,” Barbaresco clicked his tongue in dissatisfaction.
Gin pretended not to hear. He had already achieved his goal and there was no need to get entangled with this crazy woman.
The English whisky silently walked out of the room, and the vodka visibly breathed a sigh of relief.
Barbaresco didn't cause any trouble, it was perfect. As for that peripheral member...
“Amuro…right? I’ll take you back in a bit. You’re working for English Whisky now.”
Amuro Tooru had been observing everything that was happening.
The tall, silver-haired man's attitude towards the blond boy, and the meaning he conveyed, suggested that such a young child was already mired in darkness.
That child was clearly not doing it willingly!
Upon hearing Vodka mention him, he finally spoke up: "Okay, and you are?"
Vodka then realized that he hadn't introduced himself yet:
"I am vodka, and that is English whisky."
He pointed to the blond boy who had somehow reappeared by Ryoshu's side.
As for…
He paused, then said, "That's Barbaresco. She'll be living with you."
Looking at the peripheral members who were completely unaware of the danger, Vodka silently wished them good luck.
Young peripheral members, enjoy your peaceful time that's now counting down.
It's such a pity that such a capable peripheral member was wasted.
Leaving England aside for now, if they step on Barbaresco's landmines, we can only wish them good luck.
Barbaresco's face darkened noticeably at the sight of this newcomer who had been forced into their territory, and she lit another cigarette, putting it in her mouth.
Vodka watched the smoke billowing from the back seat. Just how much was she going to smoke?!
Vodka watched Ryosuke chain-smoking and realized he couldn't keep his car.
Luckily, he wasn't driving his older brother's car, as his brother hated the smell of other people's cigarette smoke.
Especially Barbaresco, who always disliked his brutal methods and found them devoid of any aesthetic sense.
A discreet black van was parked in front of the villa.
“We’ve arrived,” Vodka said, giving the unfortunate peripheral member one last look before shaking his head and driving away.
Amuro Tooru found this big guy inexplicable, yet a vague unease arose in his heart.
The members of this organization clearly knew something and seemed to have unknowingly fallen into danger.
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