Chapter 47: The FBI's Hearts Are Dirty at the Winery
Before they parted, the player suddenly remembered and asked casually.
"Are there any tasks recently?"
Gin's gaze fell on Fushimi Kyoki's face, and he met those eyes that were full of inquiry but also non-aggressive curiosity.
He tapped his index fingers together, his tone becoming a little vague due to uncertainty. "I've been with Gin-senpai and Vodka-san up until now. If it weren't for this reason, you wouldn't have asked me to partner with anyone else, right?"
Apart from the initial training, the current plot is all related to Rei and his friends, Hagiwara and Officer Matsuda.
There is no reason why Gin, who has a face as bright as theirs, would disappear in the later plot.
The player turned his head back and forth between Gin and Vodka: "Hmm?"
Gin did not open his mouth to correct him. He was just taking over the other person temporarily at the instruction of that gentleman, responsible for training him to the basic level of an organization member. It was not part of the partnership between him and Vodka.
Unable to withstand the pressure of the gaze, Vodka, after confirming Gin's expression, took the lead in explaining, "Uh, it's that gentleman's order. My brother and I will be responsible for monitoring another second-generation member of the organization in the near future. Ah, her name is Miyano Shiho."
【Miyano Shiho (!)】
When you hear an unfamiliar name, a reminder will pop up in front of you to search for more personal information about the other person on the intelligence network.
It usually appears when the mission is in progress and the mission objective is confirmed.
Undeterred, Vodka continued, "Although he's young, he's shown extraordinary talent in drug research and development."
Fushimi Kyoji blinked. Such a long dialogue was used to introduce the character's background. Could it be that... he is an important character in the plot?
That gentleman specifically assigned Gin and Vodka to monitor the other party...it seemed like he took her very seriously.
"You could argue that, but it's more about Sherry inheriting her parents' talent for medicine," Vodka said after a moment's hesitation. "That's why the gentleman gave the wine the name Sherry."
“Oh…oh?”
Click on the pending tasks at the bottom of the taskbar and find the "* ①: [Eternal Life]" that is currently unavailable.
The mission description states that immortality is the goal pursued by the Black Organization's boss, and they are willing to invest a huge amount of financial resources.
Maybe it has something to do with the drugs the organization is researching.
Hmm... I feel like if I had chosen to accept [Eternal Life] at that time, it would have opened up Gin's personal side quest.
"Heh." Gin chuckled suddenly, as if with disdain, or simply with pleasure. In short, his tone was the kind that could make even the traitors in the organization tremble. He recited the code name word by word, "Sherry..."
Eh—this attitude.
"Gin-senpai."
The next moment, she received an emotionless glance from the man.
Although he clearly didn't speak, he could surprisingly understand the meaning of "something".
"Are you the kind of pervert who has special feelings for children?" Fushimi Kyoji stared at him curiously.
“…” Vodka opened and closed his mouth, as if he had been punched. He fell into a state of stupor and couldn’t speak.
The scarlet tip of the cigarette under the brim of his hat paused inexplicably. Gin raised his eyes for a rare moment and looked directly at the player standing in front of him, looking her up and down with a slightly strange look.
Normally, this kind of look meant that in the next second, the muzzle of Bo Le Ta's gun would be pointed at her forehead.
but……
I am really curious!
The emotional experiences of the conquerable characters... This game does not contain any niche settings. I said this more to tease Gin, and by the way, I hope to see a different expression or an unusual reaction on the face of this usually indifferent character.
"You should be thankful that you still have value in the organization."
As expected of Gin, his expression returned to normal after a brief moment of ugliness. His hands moved to his waist, and his fierce, small pupils stared at the player without emotion.
"Otherwise, a bullet belonging to you will pierce your temple in the next second."
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"Aren't you waiting for Bourbon?" The player asked Lei in the driver's seat after getting in the car and realizing that someone was missing.
"We've run into a member of the organization we know. We shouldn't need to wait for him. Let's go back to the base first, and he'll catch up on his own later."
As for whether this was a common problem among intelligence personnel, or if he simply didn't want to be in the same space with him...
"Lei..."
Shuichi Akai looked in the direction of the voice calling his name, his calm green eyes gazing calmly at his partner on his left.
“Are you isolating Asians?”
It's more accurate to say that Bourbon isolated him...
"Hey, is there a conflict?"
The only member among them who had truly grown up in the organization, nurtured and matured by darkness, was staring at him with a look of incomprehension so pure that it made people want to avoid him. "You are clearly an ally."
alliance.
An alliance that is suspicious and critical of each other, and would not hesitate to stab each other at any time if it achieves its goal.
...but it's also a more stable alliance than the one with the members of the organization they instigated.
Akai Shuichi's hidden eyes flickered.
"Having a common goal doesn't mean everyone has the same will."
Lei faced the player, leaned slightly towards her position, and stretched out his right hand, pretending to pull the safety belt next to Fushimi Kyoki's shoulder.
"Bourbon hopes to strip the cancer of the organization from the neon lights and free this country from its shadow. I want to transform into the morning light, turning all filth into ashes, or become a bullet, leaving an unhealable bullet hole in the iron-clad organization."
His hand was on the seatbelt, pausing as he pulled it back. The two of them were so close that when he lowered his head, they could feel each other's breathing. Lei met the pair of eyes that revealed some doubt, and the fingers that pulled out the seatbelt seemed to be unconsciously resting on the other's neck.
He didn't press too close, but it was enough for him to sense the pulse of the artery beneath the skin.
“…although we have the same goal, it’s difficult for us to understand each other.”
The frequency of the hand's beating remained at a steady speed, and there was no physiological reaction to his approach.
As someone familiar with the FBI's lie detection methods, Shuichi Akai certainly knew what this meant.
Unless the other party has experience with polygraph tests against the FBI, the only possibility is that he is very calm about the content of his questions.
They had been in contact for a long time, and the body temperature that did not belong to him was transmitted from that small piece of skin. I inexplicably felt an urge to curl my fingertips, and the frequency of the artery under my hand gradually became the same as my heartbeat.
Shuichi Akai withdrew his hand and fastened the seat belt for her, as if it was just another considerate and gentlemanly act.
Just as he expected, the other party was completely unaware of his little action.
"Eh... I see. But don't worry, even if Bourbon doesn't agree with you..." Fushimi Kyoji paused, "I will always stand on Bourbon's side!"
Even while driving, Shuichi Akai inevitably looked to his left.
"Political correctness, political correctness~"
After the player finished speaking, he raised his hands and shouted, "Support Bourbon's campaign for Neon Prime Minister!"
Akai Shuichi: Vote against...
If he really succeeds in selecting them, I'm afraid Bourbon will immediately expel these FBI agents who entered the country illegally.
"It's okay," she said. Her green eyes, reflecting a shimmering luster in the tunnel light, curved slightly as she spoke seriously, "I won't let Lei be deported."
Shuichi Akai paused slightly, his eyes instinctively looking for the expression on the face of the person who said such words.
The only way to keep him in Neon and avoid being deported is probably...
"It shouldn't be hard to find a job..." Fushimi Kyoji said, becoming uncertain again.
He thought...
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