Chapter 65 IF Extra: The King's Game at the Winery (Part 2) Absolutely...
As soon as Cohen said this, the whole audience fell silent.
Chianti was the first to react, giving his partner a slap on the back for suddenly bringing up such a hot topic without saying anything: "Sure!"
She almost fell asleep reading those meaningless instructions.
"That's more like it!" Chianti joined in the fun, eager to find out who had the number Cohen had called out. His gaze paused on Gin, who was uncharacteristically withholding his cards, and he immediately responded like a shark smelling blood, "Gin, could it be you..."
Gin's silence was the best answer. Chianti became excited and couldn't wait to turn over the cards in front of Gin. When he saw the A, a clear smile appeared on his face.
The next second, Chianti's face darkened again, and he challenged Gin with a questioning tone: "You're not planning on denying your guilt this time and drinking some wine to avoid punishment, are you? Haha!"
Ignoring Vodka's attempts to stop him, Chianti pressed on, his words dripping with sarcasm. "Don't you even dare to follow the rules? What's the point of playing this game, then? Tsk."
Vodka's breathing almost stopped.
Although I know that Chianti has a bit of a crazy personality, I always feel inexplicably nervous when I see her confronting the eldest brother directly.
"Heh." Gin sneered, but didn't stand up like before.
Is this... tacit consent?
Not only did it exceed Chianti's expectations, who had only made a few verbal sarcastic remarks, but even Vermouth's eyes showed anticipation and interest.
Scotland's eyes flickered as he scanned the faces of several people. Seeing that no one raised any objections, he hesitated and said, "Does anyone have Pocky? Will it be too late to go out and buy some now?"
No one would associate the Black Organization's team-building activities with drinking games, especially since the meeting place was chosen to be an old bar. The private room they were in was fully stocked with drinks, but there were no games or snacks popular among young people.
Without props, the pocky game cannot continue.
"If you're short of pocky..." Lei took out the cookies from the box he was carrying and said, "Maybe?"
Fushimi Kyoji leaned over and took out one. One end was covered in chocolate, and it looked no different from the pocky sold in the market.
"Hey, why does Lei have it?" Chew Chew.
It seemed to be overcooked, and had a slightly burnt taste.
Crispy and crunchy.
“I just tried to bake some cookies in my spare time while studying cooking.” I didn’t expect that they would be used.
Amuro Toruya chimed in, his eyes subtle and his tone sharp: "It just so happens that they're stick-shaped cookies perfect for playing pocky."
He picked one up and twirled the stick between his fingers.
"Or... was this your original intention?" After saying this, he suddenly realized something and said, "Oh~"
Ley said calmly, "When a large group of people get together, there are usually only a few games that can be thought of. This is just to avoid spoiling everyone's fun by not being able to play games in this situation."
Lei was not indifferent to the provocation in Amuro's words. He glanced at him out of the corner of his eye and said, "Maybe you should be more attentive to ladies, Bourbon."
"Really? Then thank you for the reminder." Amuro Toru, who is known to be good at honey traps in the organization, smiled fakely, and his voice seemed to be squeezed out from between his teeth, and it looked like he was gritting his teeth no matter how you looked at him.
Scotland silently looked away. The two men who didn't get along with each other were holding hands intimately. The picture looked really weird.
Cohen took out the dice cup, shook it a few times on a flat surface, and then opened the lid.
3 o'clock.
In other words, two people have to eat the biscuits until only three centimeters or less are left to pass.
Fushimi Kyoji's gaze shifted from the dice to Gin.
The stick-shaped biscuit was pinched between his fingers like a cigarette. He bit one end of it, then let go and stared at her with obscure eyes in the shadows.
Pocky game usually involves two people standing face to face, both sides eating the cookies bit by bit at the same time.
Gin just sat there steadily, with no intention of getting up. Just like every time before, he waited for her to come over eagerly.
…She also took the initiative to move forward like she did every time.
When she bit the other end with chocolate, she realized that the distance between them was closer than ever before.
Whether it was Chianti and the others who were making a fuss, or Vodka who was sitting next to her, the moment she bit the biscuit, all she could see in her field of vision was Gin's deep, ink-soaked eyes, nothing else.
Should I say that he is a mature man, he is also good at this aspect!
This kind of game usually makes both parties blush and their hearts beat fast. At such a close distance, Gin neither avoided the gaze nor showed any intention of restraining it. His aura was extremely aggressive to begin with, and now it was completely pouring out of his eyes.
Chew.
Fushimi Kyoji was biting the biscuit with a "crunch, crunch" sound, and he felt his other senses suddenly become more sensitive.
Perhaps it was the effect of the glass of wine he drank not long ago that diluted the sulphur smell that followed Gin like a shadow, and even the bloody smell that seemed to penetrate into his bones could no longer be smelled, leaving only the light smell of alcohol that made his brain dizzy.
3 centimeters...
You must get very close before biting it off.
Fushimi Kyoji looked down at Gin's slightly pursed lips, estimating the approximate distance with his eyes.
Bow your head.
My lips look dry. Ah, that's because the cookies were so close...
Lower...
There was a slight crisp sound of "click".
Before anyone could predict, the crispy biscuit split in half from the middle.
Broken, broken...
Fushimi Kyoji, biting a piece of biscuit stick in her mouth, stood up sluggishly. There was no connection between the two of them, and she distanced herself from Gin without any hindrance.
Chianti let out a clear "tsk", obviously regretting that he missed the exciting scene.
Lei hadn't expected this to happen: "My baking skills seem... not very mature."
The cookies are baked too brittle and can break easily with a little bump.
"...Can we do it again?" She was silent for a while, still not recovering from the sudden blow, even her eyes were dazed and vacant.
Why……
This feeling of making a mistake!
Gin snorted and threw the biscuit away. In his usual unquestionable tone, he directly ordered, "Go drink."
"Oh..." Fushimi Kyoji was dejected, as if all his energy and spirit had been drained away. He ran towards Vodka like a ghost.
How terrifying! I suddenly felt like I had lost all hope in life!
Vodka couldn't bear to watch it anymore, so he walked over and got a glass of wine for her and Gin.
There was originally half a cup of juice in Fushimi Kyoji's cup. The amount of alcohol scooped up was not much, and she didn't finish it and immediately fell on the table. The fact that she woke up at 6:00 on time the next day was proof of this.
The juice eliminated the stimulation and spiciness of the alcohol, allowing her to drink a whole glass of alcoholic beverage smoothly without choking.
Put down your glass.
All the scenes that can be seen are distorted and shaking, straight lines become wavy lines, and it makes people dizzy if they look at them for a long time.
"Be careful." Amuro Toru politely supported Fushimi Kyoki with his free arm, turned her from the direction she was going to and brought her to his side, then naturally let go of her hand.
While Fushimi Kyoji was adjusting to the changes, the others had already sat back down and started the next round of the game.
Amuro Toru closely observed the order of the joker card in Cohen's hand in the deck. If nothing unexpected happened, the owner of that joker card would be...
He lowered his head.
In front of him!
Toru Amuro forcefully pushed away the hand that was clasped with Lei's, stood up, and at the same time pressed the man whose eyes had turned into mosquito coils back to his place.
I believe the other party is also clear about the intention of doing this.
Fushimi Kyoji, who was slightly sober, understood the deep meaning of Amuro Toru and tried hard to open his eyes wide, trying to use this method to dispel the fog in front of his eyes.
Specifically, he stared blankly at the poker cards in Lei's hand.
Lei let her watch, making sure she didn't fall headfirst.
Oh……
Seeing the gesture that Fushimi Kyoki made to him, Amuro Toru sneered.
Ley, this is the outcome you'll face if you indulge that guy without any bottom line in order to gain benefits from him.
"Number 3 takes an ugly photo of Number 9 and sends it to all the contacts in Number 9's phone." Toru Amuro simply didn't pretend, his eyes focused on Lei with a strong purpose.
Die, Lei!
Fushimi Kyoji raised his hand and claimed the identity of No. 3.
The others also noticed something from Amuro Toru's reaction and followed his gaze to look at Lei.
Lei himself, who was being watched by everyone, slowly turned over the playing cards in his hand.
6 of diamonds.
Kyoki Fushimi: Wow, David Copperfield!
—What David Copperfield! You must have been drunk and saw it wrong, idiot!!!
Toru Amuro looked at the field with a wooden face as all the numbers 1-8 appeared, except for the missing 9.
He looked down again at the last hidden card on the table, which was replaced by the joker and belonged to him.
Open.
“…”No suspense at all.
Suddenly, a feeling of helplessness came over me.
never mind……
Toru Amuro quickly accepted the reality.
Anyway, the contacts are all people in the organization, and at most some long-term mission goals can be added. It is enough to just explain later that you are playing games with friends.
——It is a disgrace to the organization as well.
The criminals' impression of him is that he is just an insignificant existence.
He is still clean.
Before going undercover in the Black Organization, I had made this mental preparation.
"Ah, let's use the photo we just took." Fushimi Kyoki was referring to the precious photo she took in the previous game.
Toru Amuro had no objection to this, and rather welcomed it.
Ha, Lei is up there too, he won’t stop us.
"Check..." Being drunk seemed to have affected her ability to control her limbs. She tried several times before activating the screen, muttering to herself, "Hmm... so few contacts, only one?"
Haha, how could it be less? It contains Bourbon's obvious intelligence network in the organization and all his interpersonal relationships.
Amuro Toru's originally relaxed look paused.
Fushimi Kyoji tapped the button: "Send... OK."
etc……
Toru Amuro suddenly realized a possibility and was struck by lightning.
——Which phone of his are you holding!!!
He tried his best to remain calm and took back the backup phone he used to contact the police. The messages sent on it turned into a cold "read" under his watchful eyes.
“…”
For the first time, Furuya Rei wanted to grab his subordinate's collar and question him because of his love for his job:
——Kazami! Are you glued to your phone 24 hours a day?
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