Chapter 44: The Winery "It's... my heartbeat"...
“Big Brother!”
Vodka handed the phone to Gin: "It's a message from Fushimi."
"but……"
He scratched his head in confusion: "Why can't I understand what's on here..."
The silver-haired man in the passenger seat glanced down at the lit screen in Vodka's hand, and saw the message he said he "didn't understand".
[: Calling the white cat, calling the white cat, the mouse has escaped, the yellow cat, the black cat, and the orange cat have tracked the mouse. Please reply if you receive this. OVER.]
Did he actually find a chance to escape...
Oh.
However, he couldn't escape far.
It is just a temporary delay of one's own death, a powerless struggle before death.
His gaze paused again on the lit screen of his phone. He looked at the inexplicable code name on it and snorted coldly.
...always doing useless things.
I twisted my fingertips and all I felt was the touch of leather gloves.
Seeing that Gin seemed to have understood something from the text message, Vodka's eyes were clearly confused, but he still asked uncertainly, "Should we continue to track Scotland?"
Gin gave him a silent look, and Vodka felt his scalp tighten suddenly. He understood what he meant from the cold look and quickly started the car.
He would definitely feel the moment well, witnessing the death of the mouse with his own eyes.
Taste carefully...
The deep green pupils reflected the faint light of the environment in the darkness, and an excited smile gradually appeared at the corners of his mouth.
The cat that has been pretending to be harmless in front of people is finally going to tear off the illusion of weakness, show its claws, and let people see its dangerous nature.
Thinking of this, even the stupid things I did in the past became less intolerable.
Gin's thoughts were interrupted by the ringing of the car's bell. His calm green eyes flicked towards the source of the sound. While driving, Vodka glanced at the caller's name displayed on his phone: "Brother, it's Bourbon."
After receiving the signal, Vodka pressed play. Amuro Toru's distinctive voice emanated from the line, tinged with the annoyingly familiar cadence of an intelligence officer: "...I never thought Scotland would be a member of the Japanese Public Security Bureau."
"Gin, you didn't realize until now that the Japanese police were undercover right under your nose? You're really lazy."
"Hmph, Bourbon, stop saying those useless sarcastic remarks."
Undeterred by Bourbon's words, Gin sneered, "You've been working with the undercover for so long, and you didn't realize he was right next to you. Bourbon, what's made your sense of smell deteriorate? Do you need me to wake you up?"
"If you want to make me 'wake up' by shooting me in the head, it's better not to do that." He said it easily, not caring about the murderous intent in Gin's tone.
"Heh, let's get to the point. How did you let him escape?"
The impatient tone that seemed like he would hang up at any moment also made Toru Amuro on the other side a little more serious.
Just slightly.
"Oh, you know now." Amuro Toru asked back in an unexpectedly surprised tone.
"We learned from Black that Scotland was an undercover agent. I never thought you'd share your intelligence network with others... Okay, okay, back to the point. Unfortunately, the person involved also saw the information and reacted before him, allowing him to take the hostage and escape," Amuro Toru said nonchalantly. "However, perhaps because he felt he was a burden, Scotland released the person after he escaped."
Gin frowned tightly, "Because of this, you let the undercover escape right before your eyes?"
This is absolutely unacceptable to Gin.
"Well...that's about it." Toru Amuro answered Gin's question nonchalantly in a very irritating tone.
Before Gin's anger reached the breaking point, Amuro Toru decided to quit... or perhaps not, because before Gin could speak again, he curiously asked, "What if the person being held hostage is Black? Would that be okay?"
"...Go on." Gin was silent for a moment, then ordered in a low voice without any fluctuations.
"Don't make the distinction so obvious, Gin."
Amuro Toru didn't miss the rare opportunity to tease Gin, teasing: "It's really sad. I'm your colleague, but you've always been so cold to me."
"Bourbon." This time, there was a clear threat in his voice.
Toru Amuro knew that the joke could only go so far.
"Yes~yes~" he responded in a weak tone.
If you continue like this, you will definitely realize that something is wrong.
He spoke frivolous words that toyed with the limits of other people's tolerance, and occasionally what he saw in the rearview mirror beside the motorcycle was his own expressionless face.
Hiro's identity has been exposed within the organization, and Gin will never give up and let the undercover leave safely.
Even if the three of them spoke with one voice, Gin, with his suspicious nature, probably wouldn't believe it easily without seeing Hiro's body.
hateful……
Then we can only seize the time difference and look for opportunities to turn around.
He hadn't expected to reveal his identity in such a situation, and to cooperate with the FBI. If the situation wasn't urgent, he would have no choice...
Amuro Toru gritted his teeth.
A slightly ferocious expression emerged on his face, diluting his original indifferent look.
In this case, we must do our best to deceive Gin in order to ensure Hiro's safety.
If there are any mistakes in the process, the situation that the four of them will face will not be optimistic...
Ah, then we can just get rid of the FBI who is in the way.
These guys who entered the country illegally would probably only use legal channels to transport their bodies back if they died in another country.
"Bourbon?" After a long silence, Vodka asked questioningly.
"Sorry, I'm at..." He stared at a point in the distance. The wind was several times stronger than inside the closed car. He steered the motorcycle nimbly through the traffic, "--Full speed ahead!"
"Location." Gin asked succinctly.
"Why, do you want to come and witness the undercover's death with your own eyes, Gin?"
Even with goggles on, Amuro Toru narrowed his eyes as he sped up. "We'll probably have a decision at the Jingmen Bridge."
"Separate our efforts, Scotland can't escape."
Because... I want to make Scotland "die" right in front of you, and then completely get rid of the organization's pursuit.
"Black will go around to the front to intercept in advance, and will probably encounter Scotland before Ley and I do."
Gin didn't show any sign of slackness. He glanced at their current position and ordered directly: "Share your footage."
In response to Gin's commanding tone, the curve of Amuro Toru's lips deepened slightly, and he agreed insincerely: "Haha, I think so too. I really don't want you to miss any exciting parts."
Otherwise, they would have been doing nothing.
He casually put the phone with the camera turned on into his chest pocket, put his hands back on the handlebars, lowered his upper body slightly, and easily overtook the cars in front, leaving the roar of the motorcycle far behind him.
Let’s compare...who is faster.
As Toru Amuro logged into the organization's internal network, the sounds and images captured by the mobile phone were also transmitted to Gin simultaneously.
Gin's eyes fell on the unstable and shaking screen, and he frowned silently. His suspicions grew instead of diminishing. He turned his head to Vodka and said, "Drive towards the Jingmen Bridge."
"Ah, okay, big brother! Wait... it's Fushimi!" Vodka noticed the additional images on the screen while driving. "Hey, there's Lei too."
Also due to the unstable signal and the stuck picture, a hand wearing a half-finger tactical glove, obviously a woman's hand, appeared in front, extending the index finger and middle finger towards the camera.
"It's quite relaxing to hunt down traitors, Fushimi..." Vodka commented after taking a look.
Gin snorted and leaned back in his chair again.
The pictures shared by the three people one after another each occupied a corner of the screen. Just as Bourbon said, the players were closer to Scotland, or in other words, they were right in front.
Standing in the traffic, he ignored the vehicles passing by quickly, as if he had only one target in his eyes. A right hand holding a gun appeared on the screen.
Bang, bang!
squeak--
The car driven by Scotland lost its center of gravity due to a series of tire blowouts, and its driving route was affected. The next second, Lei drove directly into it from behind, and Gin curled his lips in satisfaction.
boom--
The front of the car hit the metal frame on the side of the bridge and was attacked from both sides. Scotland did not hesitate at all and immediately chose to abandon the car. Lei also got out of the car at the same time.
In the distance, the muzzles of guns that had already been raised were aimed at the heart of Scotland.
A sudden gunshot rang out.
Slender fingers that didn't even feel any threat pulled the trigger, and the bullet fired from the steady muzzle and hit Scotland's chest.
Toru Amuro, who was riding on the motorcycle behind, seemed to see the blood splattering from Scotland's chest in the distance, and his pupils shrank slightly.
Hit it.
Blood bag.
And... bulletproof plates.
"Bang!" The shot came from Lei's hand.
He raised his hand, raised his gun, and fired in one smooth motion. Even though the picture was shaking, you could clearly see that the bullet penetrated Scotland's abdomen.
Without a bulletproof vest, the bullet hit Scotland hard.
Scotland, already incapacitated by the blow to the heart, fell backward, tumbling straight down from the bridge.
“…”
The image of Lei shook violently. He walked eagerly towards the place where Scotland fell. Seeing the splash on the water, he fired two more shots.
If the first shot hits the heart, there will be no other outcome.
The picture sent by Lei might allow him to appreciate the ugly appearance of the undercover agent before his death, but Gin's attention was focused on the picture of Bourbon.
In the distance, the face that looked particularly indifferent when the gun was fired gradually became clearer as the distance got closer.
Not angry about being deceived, not sad about being betrayed, just like always...
The dark green pupils shrank into a point in excitement.
For the death of the undercover agent.
Also the pleasure of witnessing a 'monster'.
"Bourbon? Bourbon?"
Vodka called out.
"The footage from your end is very unstable. ...And there's a constant noise. What's going on?"
The video on Amuro Toru's side went black, and there was the sound of clothes rubbing against each other, faint breathing, and an orderly vibration from an unknown source. Vodka, confused, was about to adjust the device receiving the signal, but he heard Amuro Toru's voice again.
“…It’s not noise.”
Purple-grey eyes reflected the figure walking towards him.
"How was it? Did I cooperate well?" The players gathered around him. "If you want to praise me, start now!"
...too little sense of vigilance.
He thought.
Even if Gin might not understand the other meaning, it is too dangerous to say such words in front of a machine that is still running.
Looking at the corners of his mouth that he couldn't help but wanted to raise, but had to suppress, and the expectation that was completely revealed in his eyes.
All the worries and tensions in my heart about my childhood friend turned into a vague sense of relief.
I think I've passed the gin level...
As for other emotions...
Gratitude? Or wary of Black Label's cooperation with them?
He couldn't explain it clearly.
All the feelings that cannot be described in words blended into a complex emotion that had never been experienced before, and then completely dissipated, leaving only an empty echo.
After a while, he regained his voice and said to the person on the other end of the phone:
"It's... my heartbeat."
…………
…
Gin was completely in the shadows, biting his cigarette, his expression difficult to discern.
"...Brother?" Vodka observed Gin's reaction and called out tentatively.
"snort."
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