Chapter 148 Scotland, what's your wife doing here...?
Nekono Ikuya: "!!!"
Akai Shuichi: "!!!"
Shuichi Akai stealthily arrived from the outside world and was satisfied to judge from the dust tracks along the way that no one had been active in this area recently, making it a perfect observation point.
As soon as he relaxed a little and stepped onto the last step, he saw a figure with his back to him leisurely taking something out of his violin case.
He exclaimed, "?! Someone's here?!"
Why wasn't there a single trace on the road? Did the other person float away?
The person who had arrived first, like a ghost, turned their head sharply.
Shuichi Akai exclaimed again: "?!?!"
Cohen? What's he doing here?!
The shock was fleeting; the professionalism of the FBI's top investigator instantly overwhelmed all doubts.
Regardless of why Cohen is here, now that we've stumbled upon him, we must subdue him immediately and not give him a chance to raise the alarm or interfere with our plans!
His eyes sharpened, and using the momentum of stepping onto the last step, he kicked out—
Strike first, strike hard!
Nekono Ikuya was attacked.
Nekono Ikuya's heart skipped a beat, and he knew he was in trouble. He just wanted to find a place to observe the situation and, just in case, change his clothes. Who would have thought that he would run into Akai Shuichi, who had also sneaked in here, and be attacked by him for mistaking him for the real Korn?
It's his fault for being too good at stealth, and for being too fast at disguise.
Nekono Ikuya's pupils dilated in shock: Don't come any closer!
In the heat of the moment, he had no time to explain and could only rely on his exceptional reflexes to dodge backward, narrowly avoiding the heavy straight punch. At the same time, he raised his left hand to block Shuichi Akai's follow-up attack. The two arms collided violently, producing a dull thud.
Air: Bang!
Nekono Fumiya: QAQ~
Nekono Ikuya, who didn't consider Akai Shuichi an enemy and therefore didn't react as quickly as Akai Shuichi, was shocked and hurriedly tried to defend himself—Ouch, my hand is numb!
Nekono Ikuya was deeply shocked.
Wow~ Akai's strength is incredible! Is this the grip strength of a sniper?
Shuichi Akai's offensive continued relentlessly, but Ikuya Nekono no longer wanted to continue fighting him pointlessly.
...It's definitely not because Shuichi Akai hits people really hard!
Although his punches did hurt a lot, and since force is reciprocal, his hand also hurt a lot when he retaliated against Shuichi Akai.
Akai is a tough nut to crack.
He sighed.
Nekono Ikuya decides not to suffer unnecessarily.
So, taking advantage of a brief moment when they were exchanging moves, he quickly said, "Wait, it's one of us!"
One of our own?
Shuichi Akai's offensive abruptly halted, his sharp green eyes locking onto Ikuya Nekono.
Was Cohen also an undercover agent?
...Just kidding.
Shuichi Akai actually noticed something was wrong as the fight progressed.
Cohen's eyes were nowhere near as lively, and the way the person in front of him with Cohen's face blocked and dodged was too light and agile.
"Disguise?" He slowed his attack, guessing.
Nekono Ikuya keenly noticed this change, and took the opportunity to leap back a step to escape the battle, raising her hand to rub her arm: "That's right."
"Sir, you really hit hard," he complained, seemingly genuinely.
Seeing Shuichi Akai's still somewhat wary gaze, Ikuya Nekono hesitated for a moment before simply peeling off the disguise he had just applied to his face—the second layer of disguise. His handsome face with black hair and a wolf tail was revealed.
At the same time, he was having some existential doubts: Did he go through all that trouble to disguise himself as Cohen just to get beaten up by Akai?
Shuichi Akai looked at the outstanding appearance of the young man with wolf tail hair: ...Hmm, I don't recognize him.
But since the other party is willing to show him his true face, it means that his attitude is friendly.
Having been tricked, Akai reluctantly lowered his guard.
Nekono Ikuya: =^▽^=
The sound of cars driving could be heard in the distance.
Nekono Ikuya and Akai Shuichi's eyes sharpened instantly as they listened intently. Without any exchange, the two instinctively lowered their bodies and silently began assembling the sniper rifles they had brought.
Shuichi Akai's movements were fluid and professional; he assembled each part with precision and speed, as if he had done it a thousand times.
Nekono Ikuya was equally swift, her fingers flying across the paper, her movements fluid and graceful, assembling them into a sleek and understated sniper rifle in the blink of an eye.
Hmm, how did he learn to snipe? Nekono Ikuya replied thoughtfully: Of course, it's because he's been to Hawaii.
Shuichi Akai's eyes inadvertently swept over the sniper rifle in Ikuya Nekono's hand.
“…?” He turned his head and looked at it carefully again.
All the modifications and engravings match up... Shuichi Akai typed a question mark: Morofushi Hiromitsu, how come your wife is in someone else's hands?
He would never mistake that gun; it was Morofushi Kagemitsu's beloved gun.
As former partners in the organization, Shuichi Akai had seen this gun more than once before the exposure in Scotland, and had even borrowed it.
Snipers like them always take great care of their sniper rifles, so how did Morofushi Kagemitsu's gun end up in the hands of a strange young man?
This connects to the other party's vague statement about "one of our own."
Shuichi Akai narrowed his dark green eyes slightly, glancing out of the corner of his eye at the young man beside him who had a lazy demeanor and was exceptionally agile.
—The other party hit him quite hard.
"Are you a police officer?" he asked softly.
Nekono Ikuya didn't answer immediately, but focused intently on adjusting the focus of the scope, her obsidian-like eyes as calm as a lake behind the lens.
At the warehouse entrance in the distance, several figures moved indistinctly, and Amuro Tooru was among them. He appeared to be talking to another member with a codename.
From a distance, the atmosphere didn't seem very good.
"No." After a few seconds, Nekono Ikuya uttered two words softly, her tone very calm.
Shuichi Akai didn't press the matter, refocusing his attention on the scope while quickly processing the information.
He's not a policeman, yet he's carrying a Scottish gun. It seems this person has a close relationship with Morofushi Kagemitsu.
Who is the other party here for?
Shuichi Akai slowly looked towards the warehouse in the distance, then his eyes widened slightly.
"?" Why is it Bourbon who's being held at gunpoint?!
The abandoned warehouse was spacious and cluttered, filled with dusty crates and discarded parts, and the air was thick with the smell of rusty metal.
A few makeshift emergency lights emitted a pale white light, casting flickering shadows in the dim space.
When Bourbon and Vermouth entered one after the other, several people had already gathered inside the warehouse. Leading them was another of Rum's trusted confidants besides Curaçao, a member of the organization codenamed Binga.
His face was gloomy, his hair was tied in dreadlocks, and he was currently crossing his arms, impatiently tapping his elbow with his fingers. He had obviously been waiting for quite some time, which made him irritable.
Upon seeing the two enter, Binga's gaze swept past Vermouth and fixed on Amuro Tooru. His tone was unfriendly, filled with obvious questioning and dissatisfaction: "Bourbon, you're really slow. Making so many of us wait for you, what a big shot."
Amuro Tooru wore a bourbon-style smile, which seemed gentle, but his eyes held little warmth and a hint of dangerous nonchalance.
He shrugged, his tone sincere yet helpless, as if he had truly been delayed by something important: "Oh dear, it's not my fault, Binga. When you notified me, I was with my girlfriend."
He paused, his gaze sweeping over Binga's unfriendly expression, his smile deepening, and a wicked glint flashing in his purplish-gray eyes.
Just as Binga's brow furrowed even more, as if he was about to explode, Bourbon added unhurriedly, "Oh, my boyfriend's here too. It's really not good to just leave them behind and walk away, right?"
Some of the members present instantly had strange expressions. Some couldn't help but quickly glance at Binga and then at Bourbon.
As is well known, Binga disapproved of Bourbon's flirtatious and carefree lifestyle, and even found it extremely distasteful.
This dissatisfaction wasn't based on moral factors, but rather on the fact that, in the eyes of that gentleman and Rum, Bourbon, with his manners, was actually ranked higher than him.
Binga expressed his dissatisfaction.
Bourbon's words hit him squarely on the sore spot, and then kicked him a few times in the process.
Binga's face darkened visibly, and a vein seemed to throb on his forehead. He glared at Bourbon's innocent-looking face, his jaw clenched, and he practically forced out the words: "Bourbon... you'd better know why you've been called here!"
That's too arrogant! Bourbon's name is clearly written on the list sent back by Curaçao. Is Bourbon really not afraid at all?
Beside her, Vermouth gave a soft "heh," raised her hand to cover her lips, and curled her red lips into a smile of anticipation.
Bourbon's words reminded her that he now indeed had the right to be arrogant.
No one knows the organization's current situation better than Vermouth.
Some time ago, the organization made contact with some forces in the United States, and the relationship was in a honeymoon period. They even obtained powerful supplies such as Apache helicopters from them.
This was originally a good thing for the organization.
But here's where the problem lies: the organization's chief scientist, Shirley, disappeared at this critical juncture.
In desperation, they even resorted to another zoo organization, losing many of their manpower as they searched the place thoroughly, but ultimately failed to find any trace of Shirley.
She guessed that Sherry was either imprisoned by other forces or was already dead.
Although I hate to admit it, the abilities of the other researchers in the organization are worlds apart from Sherry's. The most important project in the organization, which Sherry led, has been taken over by no one so far, and it's practically at a standstill.
This news couldn't be kept secret for long, and Vermouth suspected that it had already been leaked by an undercover agent within the organization.
She couldn't get what she wanted. How long could those people tolerate an organization that had lost its value? She knew that it wouldn't be long before the organization faced a severe backlash.
The FBI has increased its efforts against organizations, hasn't it?
At this time, Bourbon, who has grown closer to the Nekono siblings and has recently shown a tendency to use the Nekono family's power with Nekono Ikuya's tacit approval, becomes very important to the organization.
Another important person is Vermouth, who has an ageless appearance and is a major asset to the organization.
Just as that gentleman wouldn't let Vermouth die easily.
He would not allow Bourbon to be hastily killed by the impatient Rum without truly verifying the authenticity of the list.
Vermouth is here to guarantee this.
“Of course I know.” Bourbon’s smile remained unchanged, and he even took two steps forward, casually glancing around. “Isn’t it that interesting list? I heard my name is on it?”
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