Chapter 38: The scene at the winery (a burst of powerful electric guitar)...
「*14:50→6:00」
“…”
Just as I saw the pop-up reminder clearly, my vision was completely plunged into darkness.
The next second, the player woke up from the bed in the temporary base.
hateful!
Fushimi Kyoji turned around and lay on the edge of the bed, clenched his fists, and slammed the bed hard.
I didn't mean to skip yesterday's talk...
It was forced to fast forward. Accepting the situation, the player sat up straight in bed.
【Unread messages 11】
Seeing the prompt, Fushimi Kyoji picked up his phone and clicked on the replies one by one.
At the top was Vodka's unwavering greeting, interspersed with a few congratulations on her obtaining the code name.
It can be seen that drivers have a lot of free time.
Unlike Gin, who only sent a meaningless "not bad".
Combining this with Vodka's congratulations, Fushimi Kyoji barely guessed that Gin was talking about the fact that she got the code name for the wine.
Every time the player receives a message from Gin, he wants to tell him that text messages are not charged by the word.
Vermouth: Congratulations, sweetheart. I was prepared... but I'm still surprised by how quickly you got the codename.
[Vermouth: Black Label...huh? I think it's the type that man would like.]
Vermouth: Haha, just pretend I didn’t say anything.
Vermouth: ...This is one of the safe houses I own. The only key is under the doormat. Consider it a promotion gift for you.
Vermouth... is so generous!
The screen flashed, and Vermouth's chat interface suddenly popped up with the words "Gin" calling. Fushimi Kyoji instinctively let go of the phone due to the shock. The phone tossed back and forth in the air a few times before he caught it firmly and put it to his ear: "...Gin-senpai?"
"……Oh."
He was used to hearing a sneer as an opening remark. Although the other party was not in front of him and did not see the accident that just happened, Fushimi Kyoji still couldn't help but sit up straight with a guilty conscience.
"That gentleman gave you the codename Black Label Whisky. You are already a cadre member of the organization. Vodka will later grant you cadre-level privileges at the organization's bases."
The man's voice was neither hurried nor slow, as if he was biting a cigarette. The sound was not clear after being compressed by electronic equipment, but one could still hear the joy in it.
"...Well done, Black," he said with a snort of laughter.
The voice behind Gin gradually became blurred in the player's ears, and Fushimi Kyoji's attention was unconsciously drawn to other places.
Eh...it's rare.
Gin sounds like he's in a good mood.
Did they encounter something joyful? Like taking down an FBI base? Or shooting up the Public Security Police Department?
I can't guess it at all.
After expressing his inner joy, Gin returned to the topic and asked about the player's progress: "...I asked you to keep an eye on the little mouse's tail. How's it going?"
Those three bottles of whiskey were the ones he was focusing on. Although they couldn't get to the core of the organization yet, if there were any rats among them, it would be something Gin could never tolerate.
On the contrary, once their loyalty to the organization can be proven, the organization will gain three key members who are extremely outstanding in all aspects.
Suddenly hearing a topic that was 'unrelated' to the previous one, Fushimi Kyoji subconsciously asked back, "What little mouse?"
“…”
Eh?
Why is there suddenly no sound?
Fushimi Kyoji brought the phone to his face and saw on the screen that the other party had hung up.
“Beep, beep…”
Fushimi Kyoki: Damn...
Why did it hang up?
The players soon figured out the reason.
Maybe they have found the mission target over there and want to devote themselves to the mission wholeheartedly, not wanting their attention to be disturbed or distracted by external factors.
What a hard worker, Gin.
Didn’t I send a message before and confirm that she got the code name?
Why did you call me again to say it again?
It was a fixed plot after completing the code mission of returning the letters he received that morning. When he went downstairs, he met Lei and a simple gift box was thrown into his arms. Fushimi Kyoji was not surprised.
"Hey... this can't be it!"
Being stared at eagerly by those sparkling green eyes, Akai Shuichi remained calm and nodded indifferently, "A promotion gift."
"Wow! Thank you! This is the second gift I've received. Can I open it now?" Fushimi Kyoji held the palm-sized gift box, lowered his head, and showed great interest in it.
Is this the charm of blind boxes? From Lei's expression, I have no idea what's inside, which makes me even more curious.
"It's just an ordinary gift, I hope it's the right size." Akai Shuichi slowed down his pace and went downstairs at the same time as the people around him. He asked casually, "Is anyone here earlier than me?"
"Hmm...it's Vermouth."
Fushimi Kyoji answered without hesitation, then fixed his eyes on Akai Shuichi's... head.
Ley mentioned the size, looking at the size of the box…so is it a knit hat?
After catching the other person's gaze falling on him, Shuichi Akai instantly realized that no matter what the purpose was, he should choose to give the hat.
...Forget it, there will be other opportunities in the future.
He said this to himself.
Fushimi Kyoji stood there with his head down, opening the gift, while Lei stood aside waiting. This somewhat abrupt scene naturally attracted the attention of the two people downstairs.
"Wow, does everyone get a gift?" Toru Amuro stood up on his own initiative, as if he had just noticed them, and walked closer while asking.
"If you just got a code name too," Lei replied.
Fushimi Kyoji untied the ribbon, opened the gift box, and took out... tactical gloves.
"Huh, giving me gloves?" Amuro Toru laughed briefly, a strange look on his face. "Lei, you really don't understand women's hearts."
Akai Shuichi glanced at the sarcastic Amuro Toru and said, "Bourbon, you are indeed more experienced than me when it comes to understanding women."
Lei's calm gaze swept across Amuro Toru's half-smile. They both looked away at the same time, and similar thoughts emerged in their hearts:
A man who is good at using honey traps/a guy who deceives women!
Fushimi Kyoji tried to put on half-finger gloves. They felt very thick and seemed to have a special material as a layer to protect against sharp cold weapons such as knives.
When I clenched my fist and released it, the gloves fit my palm very well, except that the base of the thumb was a little abrasive.
Is it a matter of size?
Fushimi Kyoji touched it repeatedly several times, and finally turned the glove over to look at it.
Eh...
The player stared blankly at the thickened part of the knuckles of the tactical gloves for shockproofing. It was obviously added later, and there were some traces of glue on the edges.
"Even though I'm using a women's pistol, that model has quite a bit of recoil, putting a lot of strain on my wrist and forearm." Ley leaned against the stair railing, one hand in his pocket. His tone was inarticulate, as if it were a trivial matter. "Use it for a while, then replace it when you find something more suitable."
"——I will definitely keep it as a treasure!" The player shouted at Lei's back as he walked towards the living room.
Toru Amuro decided to take back what he had said before.
He doesn't understand women's hearts.
Lei, this sinister man...
Haha, when it comes to giving gifts, he will never lose.
“Eh…”
Fushimi Kyoji was really surprised this time.
After all, the eye-catching negative favorability rating of the other party is still fresh in my mind.
Could it be a return gift for the bourbon I gave him before?
That makes sense.
Toru Amuro raised his hand and stretched it towards her. When the player curiously leaned closer to take a look, a card fell out of his sleeve. He then picked it up between two fingers and turned it over in front of Kyoji Fushimi.
The whole process was quick and smooth, like a magic trick of changing cards, and it took only two seconds.
Too, too close... I can't see anything clearly!
Fushimi Kyoji stepped back a little and saw the words and... her photo clearly?
Looking closely, it appears to be a driver's license.
But, when...?
Judging from the details she usually shows, and the answers she got indirectly from Lei, combined with her age, it is basically certain that she does not have a driver's license.
Whether it was to improve the relationship between the members of the Modern Series to gain future benefits, or because of his complicated feelings that he himself couldn't understand, after saying goodbye to Hagiwara Matsuda yesterday, Furuya Rei urgently contacted his superiors and applied for this fake driver's license that could be used normally.
Fushimi Kyoji lowered his eyes, holding his driver's license in his hand: "Bourbon..."
Are you surprised?
"You actually went and did it?!"
What's all the fuss about!
Being a code name member of a large transnational criminal organization, this is just the most insignificant crime!
"Eh..." Fushimi Kyoki stretched out the last syllable, staring at the driver's license curiously, and said casually, "That's true... Besides, the laws in Japan are also very lax..." The crime they committed probably only requires the death penalty a dozen times.
Jianggu Ling: "..."
Fushimi Kyo had seen enough. After putting away his driver's license, he looked up at the person in front of him and asked hesitantly, "Bourbon, you look so bad. What's wrong?"
Fūya Rei gritted his teeth and replied, "It's okay."
How can we tell from his skin color that he looks unwell?
"Ah, is it because of the climate? It's really Japan..." Fushimi Kyoji made a reasonable guess, but was interrupted halfway through his words.
Stop slandering his beloved country!
Fūya Rei changed the subject and asked a random question: "Which country do you think is better?"
As soon as she gave the answer, he would immediately find the flaw and win in spirit.
Fushimi Kyoji murmured, "Hmm..." and after a brief thought, replied, "Neon?"
——Didn’t you just say a lot of bad things?
To be precise, players don’t have any deep feelings about any of the maps. It seems that love games really focus more on characters and plots.
Fushimi Kyoji put his fingers together and spoke vaguely, as if he was organizing his words and talking about whatever came to his mind: "When I was training at the organization's base abroad, there was only boring training every day." There were also two quality inspectors, Gin and Vodka.
"Training with Vermouth, I spend most of my time organizing intelligence by myself..." The big star is so busy every day that he has to change his appearance from time to time to go out and kill a few people, and he has no time to care about the players at all.
Facing the clue-connecting game all day long is so much more monotonous than now.
"But but! Bourbon, you, Rye, and Scotland formed a team and settled in Neon. We created many wonderful memories here."
A brilliant smile bloomed in Rei Furuya's eyes, which opened slightly unconsciously.
"So, I've started to like Neon."
“…”
After a while, Fūya Ling slowly moved. It was undeniable that she did have a very deceptive face.
"-Scotland!" Before he could react, the other party had already turned around and left to ask for a gift from his last teammate, calling out Hiro's code name in a long voice.
"Trick or treat if you don't give me a gift!" The player stretched out his hands towards Scotland who was looking at him, staring at him eagerly.
Is it Christmas today?
After Ley's reminder, Scotland roughly understood the cause and effect of the whole incident.
"Sorry, I didn't prepare anything." And...why did you, Zero, prepare a gift in advance?
Successfully receiving the condemnation in his friend's eyes, Amuro Toru changed the subject as if nothing had happened and suggested, "Scotland, you can play the bass."
Scotland looked at the person concerned and nodded imperceptibly, "...Okay."
I took out the bass that hadn't been seen for a long time from my bass bag, and I felt a little weird.
Most of the time, he took out the sniper rifle from the compartment.
As for the bass...it's just a cover to deceive people.
Bourbon Lay sat on either side of the sofa, delicately maintaining a distance that allowed them to set up a snack stall between them.
Fushimi Kyoji felt that it was not close enough, so he simply sat down on the carpet in front of Scotland and looked up at him.
This is a very dangerous distance, which will expose all your expressions to others. In short, it is definitely not the first choice for people with secrets.
It seemed as if she had never been seen to be nervous. She was always calm and as if she had nothing to hold back... Sometimes she was even staring directly at her, and one could tell what she was thinking at a glance.
The less aggressive the members of an organization appear on the surface, the more alert they become secretly.
Fūya Rei's eyes moved slightly, and fell on Scotland, who was plucking the strings seriously with his eyes lowered.
The unique tone of the bass flowed smoothly from the fingertips, and the young man with phoenix eyes looked so focused while playing that it seemed like he hadn't seen it for a long time.
Fūya Rei's tense back relaxed slightly, and he allowed himself to lean lightly on the sofa behind him.
Just… allow yourself to relax a little.
Today only.
Only now.
Only now.
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