Chapter 13: The occasion at the winery Do you want to die?
Compared to Gin's somewhat boring and repetitive training, Vermouth requires players to complete more improvements in intelligence gathering.
Specifically, it involves talking with NPCs to collect information, then correctly sorting the known clues to restore the true situation of the entire incident.
If [Perception] does not reach the hidden passing line, the text on the clue will become a mess in front of the player.
When the player's [Perception] reaches 30 points, a few random words may occasionally be blurred and covered by water or stains, which has little impact on the overall situation.
Eh...
You can subtly feel that the game is increasing in difficulty little by little.
Each time you complete it, your [Perception] will increase by 5 to 7 points depending on your accuracy, and you'll get an excellent rating. The reward should be 10, the same as the shooting game in the daily task.
Unfortunately, players have never had much talent for logic, and loading the save file only reshuffles the order.
The increase in difficulty seems to be subtly balanced by the fact that there is no limit on the number of times you can accept intelligence missions.
The two values rose steadily, only [Reputation] remained fixed at 10.
They come from the 5 initial data points and the 5 points of [Reputation] included in the mission reward when I went on a mission with Gin and Vodka last time.
"...Gin-senpai?"
When I saw Gin again, he was still dressed like an old-school killer.
The man held an unlit cigarette in his mouth, and his small pupils looked down at you condescendingly.
Things are different now!
Players are no longer the same players they once were.
With a full 29 [Perception], this time Fushimi Kyoki discovered Gin's existence before he spoke.
"Vermouth has suspended your training. There is a short-term mission that requires teamwork and you need to carry it out." Gin spoke in a businesslike manner right from the start.
…it seems like he’s not paying attention to the players’ progress.
Fushimi Kyoji said weakly that he heard it.
"……snort."
Gin suddenly sneered, which usually meant he was in a good mood, but it usually indicated that someone would soon stop laughing, perhaps because of the law of conservation of energy.
"Form a team?" Fushimi Kyoki repeated Gin's words.
Vodka seemed to take the player's response as a question and proactively explained, "I'm temporarily forming a small team with three new members of the organization who recently received code names."
"By the time your mission is over, you'll probably be getting a codename soon," Vodka said, smiling innocently and touching his head. "Among those three newcomers, there's also Fushimi, whom you've met before..."
"Vodka." Gin interrupted coldly.
Fushimi Kyoji's attention naturally fell back on Gin.
He had no intention of explaining the reason for his sudden speech. Vodka swallowed the words he was about to say, was stunned for a moment, then immediately reacted, stepped forward and handed over a stack of documents.
Fushimi Kyoji took it and looked down. The first thing he saw were two familiar faces and a young man with phoenix eyes whom he had never seen before.
"Rye whiskey, bourbon whiskey, Scotch whiskey." Gin read out the name of each drink, and Fushimi Kyoji matched the faces printed on the documents one by one in his mind.
He paused for a moment on the face of the gloomy young man with a blue stubble on his chin and a pair of upturned eyes.
It fits the players' stereotype of the organization members.
Like a gloomy murderer.
His position is almost the same as Zhu Xingdai's, both are snipers and fighters.
Toru Amuro, who focuses more on intelligence, also achieved an 'A' rating in other aspects of the test.
Judging from the results of the physical fitness test, they are almost at an excellent level among the top new forces in the organization.
"Are they my future teammates?"
A team was formed, directly gathering two strategy characters that only appeared once and the players had no way to contact them.
Moreover, you can team up with teammates and gain [reputation]!
"Heh, three top-level members of the action team are going to be teammates with a loser who doesn't even have a code name." Gin sneered mercilessly.
Fushimi Kyoji looked at Gin with half-opened eyes in dissatisfaction, and said quietly: "If you wanted to attack me, your goal has been achieved..."
Perhaps using words to make the player realize her unrealistic and misguided perception of her own importance, Gin spoke again, informing the player of the real purpose of her being stuffed into the Whiskey group.
Gin didn't lower his head. The cigarette in his mouth curved dangerously, and the end of it moved slightly. "You have to be the eyes placed between them, watching their every move at all times."
"Once any of them reveals their intention to betray the organization."
The low voice was neither hurried nor slow, with a calm narrative tone, and the speaking speed always maintained at a moderate rhythm, with a leisurely and rhythmic tone.
"Or maybe I accidentally didn't hide my rat tail behind me..."
He gave a bloody grin, his upper and lower fangs rubbing against each other, revealing a cold smile.
“—Just kill him.”
Fushimi Kyouki:...Oo?
Understood.
I guess some kind of rat radar of Gin has been activated again.
I really wonder if he has a hidden cat attribute.
When I hear the word mouse, I can't help but want to show my claws.
If we convert the seriousness with which we treat traitors and undercover agents into hunting instinct, it becomes very easy to understand!
"Put away those boring ideas of yours as soon as possible." As if he could see into the player's inner thoughts, Gin took a glance and said to her in a cold voice.
...Ugh!
He seemed to hum softly with a nasal sound, but the player couldn't hear it clearly.
"Access to the armory will be temporarily open to you. Select all the equipment you need from it and gather outside the base." He thought he had explained it clearly, but the other party still had a confused expression. Gin unconsciously had a vertical wrinkle on his brow.
"Eh...do you mean I can take whatever I want?"
Gin glanced at her and gave a silent answer.
"Is it okay to take a dozen machine guns?" Fushimi Kyoji tested his tolerance while staring at Gin's face with his bright green eyes.
"B-Is it okay? As long as I can carry it..." Vodka said uncertainly.
"What about bringing dozens of kilograms of explosives?" the player pressed on.
"Eh? There's no explicit order prohibiting this..."
Fushimi Kyoji revealed his true purpose and shouted excitedly: "——The helicopter in the base!!!"
Voltgar was horrified and tried to stop him: "Wait, wait... Fushimi, that won't work!"
Gin stood there, watching coldly as Vodka frantically explained to her why the helicopter couldn't be taken away.
……idiot.
He was completely oblivious to the green eyes observing their expressions, and he didn't even move a step.
Test his tolerance limit little by little. If he really makes a move, he will immediately become quiet like a cat with its neck pinched.
"Heh..." He let out a sound from his throat that could be called a laugh.
The green eyes that were listening obediently to Vodka's teachings immediately looked towards the source of the voice.
The cigarette between his lips and teeth was unlit, he just bit it to relieve his craving. He asked, "Do you want to die?"
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[*Tip: The game does not yet have a guide for all genders. You can check the affinity of same-sex characters in [Relationships]~]
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