Chapter 23 About Amusement Parks
In Yokohama, Amuro Tooru, sent by Rum who had lost four bottles of alcohol in a short period of time, planned to meet with the Port Mafia boss who had almost lost all his ability users.
Because of his exceptional skills and to fill the gap in the codenamed members, he was promoted to a codenamed member at an extremely fast pace after completing several missions. Rum gave him the codename "Bourbon Whiskey," and negotiating with the Port Mafia was his first mission after becoming a codenamed member.
To his surprise, the Port Mafia, whom Rum and Curaçao described as incredibly arrogant, displayed an unusually humble attitude when facing him alone.
Amuro Tooru is here to investigate the movements of English Whisky and Barbaresco in Yokohama. Rum has temporarily put aside the strange coordinates in Tokyo and decided to investigate the two's experiences in Yokohama first.
She was greeted by a typical foreign man with long hair, who, despite the increasingly warm weather, still dressed like he was in the dead of winter, covering himself up completely.
"I am Lantang. The chief sent me to greet you."
The man named Rando greeted Amuro Tooru in a soft, somewhat melancholic voice.
He had never been given important responsibilities, but after that incident, he was quickly promoted by the leader and is now leading a small team.
Lan Tang's golden-green eyes sized up the members from the organization, subconsciously assessing their combat strength. He had been slacking off outside when the blue beast attacked and hadn't seen the scene.
According to his surviving colleagues, the man possessed an extremely powerful defensive ability; neither supernatural abilities nor firearms could harm him. This was somewhat similar to his own ability, which made Lantang take notice.
The leader originally thought the organization would still send out that ability user as a deterrent, but instead they sent someone else. In Lantang's opinion, the man in front of him had good physical qualities, but that was all.
Amuro Tooru's unusual behavior made him secretly more vigilant. He was only there to investigate information, not to cause trouble.
"The leader wants me to apologize for the unpleasantness with the organization last time. He is very ill and I'm afraid he won't be able to receive you."
"I regret that I was unable to meet that gentleman. Please convey my regards to him."
The two exchanged pleasantries and went into the reception room.
Bourbon didn't bother with formalities with the man before him. He had come to this chaotic region on a mission, and he asked directly:
"Our organization wants to know the movements of English whisky and Barbaresco within the port mafia."
The long-haired man who was pouring tea for the blond youth opposite him paused for a moment upon hearing this, and a piece of information inexplicably popped into his mind:
The English whisky did not return to its original organization as they had hoped.
Where did he go? Was that powerful superhuman from Bourbon's organization?
He followed his intuition and changed the subject:
"Didn't Sir Whisky of England leave the Port Mafia with another man with long white hair?"
Lantang concealed the conflict between the two and the Port Mafia when they left. His expression was very calm, showing no sign of guilt for lying or fabricating evidence.
"Isn't that person one of your members?" Lantang asked in return.
"Long white hair again"—this phrase has been appearing far too frequently lately. Whether it's vodka's testimony, the innkeeper's wife, or the young man before them, they all seem to have encountered someone who looks remarkably like Gin.
Bourbon digested the meaning revealed in Lantang's words and keenly realized something.
The Port Mafia's sudden show of courtesy is probably the work of that white-haired guy; in such violent groups, strength is the only true measure of power.
Amuro Tooru had learned that the Port Mafia had been attacked a few days ago, and in recent days, other underground organizations in Yokohama had begun to stir.
“We just want to know the movements of the organization’s members here. After all, they returned to Tokyo against regulations, and I need to investigate why they acted without authorization.”
After saying that, Bourbon winked at Lantang, implying that this was a necessary procedure before punishment.
Amuro Tooru has accepted the "white-haired" person. Under these circumstances, denying the relationship would likely cause the Port Mafia to turn on him on the spot.
"Please go ahead. Someone will take you to their residence for investigation shortly."
Watching the blond youth's retreating figure, Lantang was certain in his heart that the ferocious beast that day was definitely not one of their organization's members, and might even have been their enemy.
That's what his intuition told him.
The blue beast was eating with his cute tomboy sister and his annoying, mentally challenged brother-in-law.
The Records Department, which is also one of the lower-level departments, has recently received a lot of semi-office-based new employees. They were all forcibly recruited by the supervisor. The blonde woman among them initially tried to get close to the people in their R&D department in order to find out about her situation.
As a result, after finishing a day's work, the woman, nicknamed "Xiao Bei" by her supervisor, was too tired to think about anything else.
On the other hand, the kid who was given an EGO set "in the name of love and hate" by the supervisor started running around the facility like crazy after having the help of these two people.
The first place he visited was the research and development department, which was closest to him. However, he was so shocked by the sight of his own department head drawing water from a well that he refused to step into the research and development department again after that.
“Manager, Ms. Vermouth, no, Little Vermouth wants to see you.”
Sinclair, who had been asked by an acquaintance to do so, relayed the blonde woman's request while handing documents to the dark-haired youth.
"It seems like she has some things that haven't been taken care of properly outside."
Compared to her colleagues, the young man who had just come of age was obviously Vermouth's best target. After some pleading, the young man, who had direct access to the supervisor, agreed to her request.
The young man narrowed his eyes, unable to recall who Xiao Bei was for a moment. On the surface, only three days had passed between them, but every day they were constantly rewinding time, and Vermouth was something that had happened a long time ago to him.
Sinclair, noticing his supervisor's unfocused golden eyes, clearly lost in thought, prompted him:
"It's one of the two new clerical staff in the records department who joined three days ago."
Ah! I remember now, Beckham and Apple.
"What's wrong with her?"
Thinking of the two, the young man naturally thought of Dazai Osamu, who also had half of the clerical work. Binah said that when he saw her drawing water from the well, he was only frightened and did not panic on the spot. He was indeed a god of war who was good at only one thing.
"She said she needed to deal with her real identity, otherwise she would be in trouble."
Angela, who had been observing the two's exchange with a detached eye, added details about Vermouth's identity:
"Based on existing database comparisons, Beckham is a female celebrity named Sharon or Chris Vineyard."
As an AI, Angela has been fully integrated into the world's network.
"Is she going to hold a press conference? Or is she retiring from acting or something?"
The young man tried hard to recall his somewhat hazy memories of the celebrities.
"Then let her go and come back quickly, give her a few days off."
After the two of them joined, the staff in the records department became much more plentiful, and the previous sense of urgency was gone.
If Beckham has to go out unexpectedly, Dazai can get the job done just like Apple.
“Supervisor,” Sinclair suddenly whispered a reminder.
“The organization will send people to assassinate Xiao Bei, just like they sent Xiao Bei and Apple here to investigate me and Miss Liangxiu before.”
Sinclair lived in the organization for three years as an English whisky and knew its ways inside and out.
"So vengeful? Are they giving each other the middle finger?" the young man couldn't help but complain.
The organization's actions reminded him of an old friend, a middle finger brother who had chased him from Dahu to Hongyuan and was eventually elbowed by a moving building in Hongyuan.
"Then find someone to go with her... wait, where is she going?"
"USA."
Where is America?
The young man looked at the blond boy, who was speechless for a moment. "What's wrong? Do I really need to know where America is?"
The farthest place I've ever been since I was born is Hokkaido.
Wow, Sinclair felt like he was seeing Algaria Unit 2. He didn't know where Yokohama was, and his supervisor didn't know where America was... no, his supervisor probably didn't know where Yokohama was either.
Seeing Sinclair's somewhat bewildered state, X comforted the youngest sinner.
Angela was not surprised at all by her supervisor's blind spot. Unlike herself, who could connect to the database at will, her supervisor started working almost as soon as he opened his eyes every day, and only left the facility once during that trip to Hokkaido.
The secretary slowly opened her eyes, revealing golden eyes that matched her supervisor's. She gazed at the blond boy who was comforting the supervisor, who was blaming himself for making her lose face.
Should we let him go out? Should we let him explore the world? The blue-haired secretary asked herself.
Or should we maintain the status quo and have Lobotomy Corporation keep him tied to the facility?
Just as Angela was struggling with her decision, W Company's communication was connected.
After the call was connected, the screen did not display the familiar dark blue uniforms of W Company, but rather employees of P Company wearing tight-fitting dark gray uniforms.
The sudden appearance of the light screen in the room drew everyone's attention to the employee of Company P.
She was a very familiar woman. He had seen her in the P Nest when X was still Dante. She was the head of the archives department of P Corporation and had come to the Borderlands Corporation because of the Raman incident.
"Ms. Cessara?"
Sinclair instinctively called out her name, but Cesara seemed not to recognize him, tilting her head slightly and looking at the unfamiliar boy with some confusion.
However, the emergency situation caused by the sudden appearance of a bloody amusement park within P Nest no longer allowed her to concern herself with her personal affairs. She urgently asked the manager of the place:
Does Lobotomy Corporation need Blood Demon?
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