Chapter 16 He's Going to Cuckold Gin Bourbon – A sharp, explosive sound rang out…
Scotland seemed to be dazzled by her brilliance.
After a two-second pause, he blinked very slowly, his expression one of surprise, his voice unusually dry: "Boyfriend?"
Silly.
Chinatsu's smile grew even brighter. With her hands behind her back, she slowly walked over, examining his cat-like eyes that seemed to have been startled.
With a "pfft," Takanashi Chika burst out laughing.
"Okay, okay, I'm just teasing you. It's just pretending, pretending to be my boyfriend, okay?"
Scotland let out a slow, relieved sigh. "Don't scare me. I don't want to be executed by Gin tomorrow for stepping into the base with my left foot."
"Maybe, she'll just pretend to be my boyfriend in front of Gin," Takanashi Chinatsu declared.
Scotland seemed to be greatly frightened, taking an exaggeratedly large step back, her eyes filled with resentment as she looked at Takanashi Chika.
Chika didn't move; she could tell that Scotland was putting on another show with her.
“Gin keeps bothering me. Maybe he’ll give up if I find a boyfriend.”
"But why me? You know I'm one of Gin's men, right?"
Chinatsu nods. She has already read the information about Scotland and is quite satisfied with him: "You are gentle and cook well. Gin has a bad temper and can't cook. If I choose you, he can't compete with you even if he wants to. He can only admit defeat."
"Would you really admit defeat?" Scotland's eyes and tone were filled with a strange expression. "You think Gin would admit defeat?"
Chizuru choked on her words.
Indeed, Gin doesn't seem like the type to easily back down. If he were to encounter such a situation, he would only resort to force, completely taking her into his territory and using Scotland's death to assert his sovereignty, ensuring that no one else can touch her.
Let go? Admit defeat? Those terms probably don't even exist in Gin's vocabulary.
However, Chinatsu Takanashi wasn't worried that Scotland wouldn't agree. After carefully reviewing Scotland's information, she said confidently, "So let's take a gamble! Scotland, I know you're a very good sniper, and your close combat and intelligence gathering abilities are also quite good. You can have a place in either the intelligence group or the action group."
Scotland nodded, her voice gentle yet tinged with a hint of mockery: "So, Miss, with my position secure, why would I risk my life against you?"
"You joined the organization not just to coast along, right? Are you willing to cook for me forever, live a mediocre life, and never make any progress?" Takanashi Chinatsu's eyes revealed the same determined look as Gin's.
Scotland tightened his grip at his sides.
Chinatsu looked him over, her confidence growing stronger, her spirits soaring: "You're not willing? You're not only not mediocre, you're very capable, and capable people are always very ambitious."
Scotland gave a faint smile and said, "No one wants to be subordinate to others forever after joining an organization."
“But if you do nothing, you’ll have to keep cooking for me, and Gin won’t transfer you to do anything else.” Takanashi Chinatsu leaned closer to him.
Her eyes were green, the same emerald green eyes Scotland had seen on Gin's face.
The green gemstones are so similar, yet so different.
Bright and cold.
Lively, solemn.
They appear to be exactly the same, yet they represent the extremes of ice and fire.
If it weren't for Takanashi Chinatsu's brilliant blonde hair, and if Gin hadn't been pursuing her relentlessly, Scotland would have genuinely thought the two were siblings.
Being so close, he could feel the heat of their breath, and Scotland could even smell the sweet scent of citrus. The citrus aroma was lively and aggressive, first clinging to Scotland's body, then seeping into his clothes, as if trying to permeate every pore of his skin.
He pursed his lips, but still didn't look away.
"Has Gin eaten any of your cooking?" Takanashi Chinatsu asked, leaning closer.
"No, but I've had vodka."
“That’s right.” Takanashi Chinatsu straightened up again, patted Scotland’s shoulder with a sympathetic look, and said, “You’re in trouble. Gin knows you’re a good cook. Unless he finds an organization member who can cook better than you, he’ll definitely make you cook for me for the rest of your life!”
Scotland found it amusing and said, "Impossible. Even within the entire task force, I am one of the most capable."
Have you not received any assignments these past few days?
Scotland's smile froze slightly, and his pupils trembled violently.
He hadn't received any tasks from the organization these past few days, but he thought that was normal, since the organization didn't have tasks every day.
Really? His sniping skills far surpass Chianti and Cohen. Even if we were to find someone to fill the vacancy, it wouldn't be him.
Just because he's a good cook, does Gin dare to waste such a talented person by putting him in the kitchen?
Cooking is a hobby, but if in the future all he can do is cook and he can't access the organization's core secrets, Scotland's heart clenches with pain.
"Really? I'm not that easily fooled." Scotland still tried to keep a straight face.
Takanashi Chika didn't try to persuade him, but simply said, "You can go back and ask Gin for a mission and see if he'll give it to you."
Chinatsu's smile was so confident that Scotland's expression grew increasingly stiff.
When the two parted, Scotland still tried to maintain his composure and not show any fear, but his eyes were somewhat unfocused, and his mind was filled with thoughts of going back to Gin to confirm things.
Takanashi Chika watched his retreating figure with pity. "Poor thing," she thought, "he got caught by Gin because he's such a good cook. Things won't be going well for him now."
However, even if you don't follow Gin, you can still rise to prominence within the organization.
Chinatsu Kotori's confident smile suggests she can be a guiding light for Scotland. The first step in developing her organization's influence: recruiting Scottish members!
After three years undercover, Bourbon had never seen Scotland so dejected.
As fate would have it, Bourbon and Scotland were childhood friends who grew up together, spent their primary, middle, and high school years together, went to university together, became classmates at police academy, and were both recruited by the Ministry of Public Security.
However, if fate takes its toll, it can be called a tragic fate. Because one is from the National Police Agency and the other from the Metropolitan Police Department, although they belong to the same public security system, their information is not shared. By a twist of fate, the two were assigned by their respective superiors to infiltrate the same organization.
They were too in sync and too close; if the organization were to investigate further, their true identities might not be able to be hidden.
So the two of them tacitly distanced themselves from each other again. But fate is so unreasonable. Even though one of them joined the intelligence group and the other joined the action group, the organization often arranged for them to team up. Over time, they became "friends" in the eyes of the organization members.
Crisis, a major crisis!
The two dared not be too intimate, especially when they met in private, which took no more than three times in the past three years.
The first time they met was when they first met in the organization, and the two of them came together and planned opposite paths.
The second time was when they were unexpectedly paired up as a team. They secretly discussed whether Moroboshi Dai was a high-ranking official sent to monitor them, and decided to adopt two opposing attitudes toward him: hostility and friendliness. Although they eventually discovered that he was also a newcomer like them, that hostility and friendliness have continued to this day.
Today, Scotland took the initiative to meet with Bourbon; this was their third private meeting since they infiltrated the organization.
The weather is beautiful tonight, with a bright moon and a cluster of stars.
Late at night, on the street next to a convenience store.
Bourbon wore a black baseball cap that covered his striking blond hair, and a mask to conceal his face and mouth.
Scotland wore his usual dark blue hoodie, and when he looked down, he covered his mouth with the sides of the hood.
Even if they were discovered by the organization, the two were colleagues with a good relationship within the organization. Scotland was wearing his usual clothes, and Bourbon's attire was in line with his identity as a mystic, so they would not arouse any suspicion.
With time running out, Scotland stood next to Bourbon, trying to compose himself, and blurted out a bombshell: "I'm going to cuckold Gin."
Those purplish-gray pupils contracted instantly, their fear mixed with a sharp edge, and they barely managed to suppress their shock as they looked over.
Who did Hiro cheat on? Who did Hiro say he was going to cheat on?
The screaming chicken exploded in Bourbon's mind, and his brain was swept by waves of sound that instantly smoothed out the wrinkles in his cerebral cortex.
Who was green-clad?
A note from the author:
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Scotland: Yes, I'm going to put a green hat on Gin!
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