Although he guessed that the person in front of him was most likely the target of the mission, Jiang Lai had no other plans.

After all, I am not the person in charge of the operation, I am just a backstage support person.

Jiang Lai had a lot of thoughts running through his mind.

Moreover, for this mission, the organization did not provide any photos of Curacao and the target in advance, so it is reasonable that I could not recognize them.

He doesn't want to add to his own troubles. How great it is to be a happy behind-the-scenes slacker!

So, the little sheep Jiang Lai blinked his eyes and refused, "No, I don't want to drink."

He wanted to pick up his orange juice and leave, but Fukuyama Junshima moved the glass away and continued talking.

"Haha, are you being reserved, little boy? You don't have to be so polite. Seeing you reminds me of my good nephew, and I can't help but release my kindness." Fukuyama Junshima continued with a smile.

Jiang Lai: ...What a greasy name for a kid, Yue! I am already an adult!

When Jiang Lai's eyes passed over Fukuyama Runshima, they happened to meet Curacao's eyes. Curacao stared at him with her heterochromatic eyes and raised her hand as if she was adjusting her collar, but Jiang Lai recognized the gesture she made to him - it was a secret signal for a meeting.

Curacao was Rum's confidant, more trusted by Rum than them, and also played a leading role in this mission. Therefore, she had seen the photos and information of her teammates in advance, so she naturally recognized the Lamb Ice Wine at this time.

Curacao used simple gestures and eyes to signal Jiang Lai to have further contact with this man to facilitate the subsequent mission.

Jiang Lai: “…”Ah this.

I am a technical support personnel!! Now I am going to become an intelligence personnel and combat personnel in a second? Honey traps and the like... are not my forte!

Moreover, facing this high-quality old pervert in the oil field, I don’t want to use the honey trap at all!

Although he was complaining in his heart, Jiang Lai, the little sheep, adjusted his attitude. He put on a hesitant expression after hearing what Fukuyama Rundao said.

"Why don't we sit down and chat first? If you don't like St. John's cocktail, you can order it yourself, kid?" Fukuyama Junshima said with a smile, made a gesture of invitation, and pointed to the small round table next to him.

"It's been many years since we last met. I really miss my nephew." Fukuyama Junshima sighed, as if he had aged a lot in an instant. "It would be great if you were willing to sit down and chat with an old uncle like me. It would be a comfort. Of course, it doesn't matter if you don't want to."

The other party has said so much, it is really hard to refuse. However, the little sheep Jiang Lai certainly knows that this is another trap of routine words, but at this moment he is also willing to follow this ladder to change his emotions and complete the task.

"Ah...if you want to chat, that's fine, sir." Little Sheep Jiang Lai nodded, and he sat down as the other party instructed, "Hello, Mr. Fukuyama, I'm Watanabe Weilai."

He really didn't want to hear the creepy "little kid" address, so he said his name, hoping that this old pervert would call him by his name.

"Ah, it's Watanabe-kun. Is the kid's name Weilai? It's a rare name." Fukuyama Jundao nodded with a smile and sat down opposite the little sheep Jiang Lai. "It's as cute as your little habit of talking."

Jiang Lai: “…” What kind of high-quality oil is this?

He is almost ptsd to "little friend" and "cute"!! Is this Fushan some kind of oilfield elf!! Yue!!

I don’t even want to bring my habit of baa anymore…! (Cat vomiting rainbow.jpg)

At this moment, Jiang Lai felt that he did not punch the old pervert, which was a high level of professional accomplishment during his mission as a member of the organization, and he deserved a professionalism award.

The smile on the little sheep Jiang Lai's face faded: "Mr. Fukuyama, please don't call me that, I'm an adult already." This is a temper that normal people would have.

"Haha, OK!" Fukuyama Junshima answered readily. He waved his hand, beckoning Curacao to come over, and said casually, "Katori, go back to my room and prepare a little gift for our Watanabe-kun..."

Obviously, Katori was Curacao's pseudonym at this time. Her expression remained unchanged as she nodded and said, "Understood, sir."

Fukuyama Jundao turned to the little sheep Jiang Lai with a smiling face like an elder: "Watanabe-kun, let's chat and drink first. If the dance floor here is too noisy, we can go back to the house and continue chatting - I have a small private room here."

His half-cloudy blue eyes stared at the person in front of him. Even his smiling face and serious attire could not conceal the sticky malice underneath.

The little sheep Jiang Lai blinked his eyes and responded obediently on the surface, but he continued to vomit in his heart. He was also thinking about how to beat up this old pervert without affecting the mission and himself if he really had to go into the house.

Jiang Lai: Perverts should receive socialist iron fist education!

Curacao followed Fukuyama Rundao's order and prepared to go back to his small room. Before she raised her head and prepared to leave, her eyes seemed to glance ahead and meet the eyes of the little sheep Jiang Lai.

There was a hint in those sharp heterochromatic eyes. In the blind spot of other people's vision, Curacao's lips moved slightly, signaling Icewine to hold the other party back.

Jiang Lai: “…” Ah, so the thing is in this old pervert’s house?

In short, Curacao plans to take advantage of this perfect and appropriate opportunity to search the room of this old pervert?

Curacao's super memory allows her to remember a lot of things in a short period of time. Therefore, she only needs to find the document that records the data and browse through it in this gap. It is like a human-shaped self-propelled USB flash drive, and the data will not be damaged by the defense system.

In his mind, he roughly simulated Curacao's meaning and action intention. Little Sheep Jiang Lai sighed in his heart: I should have known not to come for a refill... As a result, I have now gone from being a marginal technician to a core player in the front row.

Jiang Lai even had some wild thoughts in his mind. He thought that after returning, he could go to a place that wards off bad luck when he had time. He wondered if he could get rid of the abnormal aura of attraction around him.

Another bodyguard-like figure beside Fukuyama Junshima handed the drink list to Jiang Lai and said, "What would you like to drink, Watanabe-kun?"

Let me choose for myself. Jiang Lai, the little sheep, sneered in his heart. He took the wine list and saw a series of wine names with English cursive letters.

Jiang Lai didn't know much about cocktails and alcohol. At this moment, he only glanced at the price list at the back and said, "Anything is fine? Are you treating me?"

The dark eyes were raised, with a color as pure and bright as a lamb's, and a few strands of brown curls were stuck to the cheeks.

"Yes." Fukuyama Junshima's half-cloudy blue eyes were smiling, and his deep voice was deliberately prolonged. "For Watanabe-kun, anything is possible."

Little sheep Jiang Lai lowered his eyes.

Although the organization itself is reimbursing public funds for food and drink, it is not impossible to cheat this high-quality pervert in the oil field. In short, the other party must be unhappy and hurt.

Moreover, if you want to delay the other party, you have to do something so that this guy will ignore the concept of time.

"Ah... OK," the brown-haired boy scanned the price list, put on a sheep-like smile, and pointed to the most expensive items, "Then let's go for this, this, and this."

The waiter beside him quickly wrote it down, but he was not finished yet. Little sheep Jiang Lai turned a page and read the wine names while reading, his soft voice kept on talking.

Although the service staff beside me was shocked that the other party ordered so much, he continued writing with great professionalism.

Seeing that the little sheep Jiang Lai had no intention of stopping, Fukuyama Jundao's smile became a little stiff. The wrinkles on his face were squeezed together, and his eyes, with droopy bags under his eyes, were now slightly gloomy.

"Well, Watanabe-kun, are you new to this?" Fukuyama Junshima inadvertently interrupted Jiang Lai's order and asked with a smile, "Is this your first time in a bar? It seems that you are interested in many types of alcohol."

"Yes." Little Sheep Jiang Lai raised his head and showed an innocent look, "You asked me to order, but I really didn't know what to order. They all looked interesting, so I just ordered them all."

He answered in a curious and lively tone.

The bartender's movements were graceful and quick. He quickly placed the cocktails that Xiao Mianyang Jianglai had just ordered on the table. The half-sized round table was filled with colorful cocktails of all kinds, and each glass was filled with money.

"Well, I understand that you are new here and don't know the rules." Fukuyama Jundao nodded and smiled. He looked at the glasses of cocktails placed on the table and gestured, "Well, Watanabe-kun, you're welcome."

He crossed his wrinkled, rough hands, resting them on his chin, and said with a smile, "However, since you've ordered it, you can't waste it. Watanabe-kun has to drink it all - this is the rule."

Fukuyama Junshima's voice became deeper, carrying a bit of the authority of an elder.

The little sheep Jiang Lai was like a naive college student who had just come of age. He didn't seem to understand what it meant to drink all these cocktails. He just scanned the wine on the table with curious and happy eyes.

"Huh? They all look colorful and delicious. Can I have a sip of each one first?"

"Of course." Fukuyama Junshima smiled and raised his hand to pass the nearest glass of Benjamin's cocktail over. "Come on, Watanabe-kun, try this, you will like it."

"Huh? The surface looks like it's covered with orange juice." The little sheep blinked his dark eyes and slid his braid to the side, "Let me try!"

Little sheep Jiang Lai raised his hand to take it, but two hands took the glass faster than him.

The light blond man suddenly appeared behind Jiang Lai. He bent down slightly, put one hand on Xiao Mianyang's shoulder, took the goblet with the other hand, stared at Fukuyama Jundao across with his purple-gray eyes, and wore a perfect smile on his face: "Ah, sorry, but my brother can't drink."

The author has something to say: Little Sheep Jiang Lai: Okay, let me order, then I will make a lot of money.

Little Sheep Jiang Lai: Eh? Was it really set up by the neighbor brother? (Today's little sheep also failed in drinking_(:з)∠)_)