In the wild dance floor at night, Toru Amuro's blond-haired, mixed-race handsome face, perfect smile and words like honey made him particularly popular among the crowd.
His droopy purple-grey eyes made his expression appear sincere. He chatted idly with a few people he had just met in the crowd, inadvertently extracting the details he wanted.
Feeling the vibration of the incoming message on his cell phone, Toru Amuro smiled and said "excuse me", then walked out of the crowded crowd on the pretext of going to the bathroom and checked his cell phone at the edge.
Curacao gave instructions in the email, saying that she had reached the stage of searching for key objects and preparing memory storage, and asked Malbec to cooperate with her in the vicinity of Room 104 deep in the bar, while Toru Amuro continued to stay on the dance floor of the bar, extracting some fragmentary intelligence and assisting Ice Wine's operation.
After quickly browsing the important messages on his phone, Toru Amuro's smile remained unchanged. Standing right at the edge, he could look over the northeast corner by looking up - but there seemed to be no ice wine on the table half-hidden by the decorative sculpture.
Toru Amuro's purple-gray eyes sank. He put away his phone, walked a few steps to the side, avoiding the obstruction of view caused by the decorative sculptures, and looked at the complete situation over there - the table where the three of them had sat before was now empty, with only two high-heeled glasses filled with cocktails left on the table.
He keenly noticed that the glass of ice wine had also disappeared, and a guess emerged in his mind: Did the other party go to the front desk to order another glass of orange juice? Or was he still insisting on ordering a cocktail?
Bingjiu is probably really underage. He looks like a good kid. Although he has a strange habit and a personality that is different from that of an ordinary high school student, he was probably led astray in this organization. After all, he is still in the formative period at this age.
I have heard of him before, but usually ice wine is provided remotely. Is this his first time to come to a place like a bar in person? Otherwise, he would not have been entangled with the people being checked at the door for so long without any experience. Amuro Toru analyzed in his mind.
Is that why Hiro asked himself to take care of him a little more and try to get him back on track as a normal high school student? This way, after the final undercover mission, he would not be out of tune with modern society.
Thoughts flashed through Toru Amuro's mind.
Anyway, the ice wine should be at the front desk at this time...
He glanced casually towards the front desk, but his smile froze when he saw the scene nearby.
On the round table not far from the front desk, there were cups of colorful cocktails, and under the illumination of the rotating lights, the liquids were emitting bright colors. The black-haired man in a khaki jacket fixed his eyes on the brown-haired boy in front of him. Although he had a smile on his wrinkled face, it was a bit uncomfortable.
The light was a little dim, making the guy's face a little blurry, but people like Amuro Toru, who are very sensitive to emotional perception and judgment, can still see through the muddy soul surging beneath the skin of this man pretending to be a gentle elder.
On the contrary, the brown-haired boy sitting opposite him had a somewhat curious and shy expression, like a high school student who had just reached adulthood. His dark eyes were staring at the cocktails placed on the table, and his hands were placed on the table, as if he was going to try these things under the guidance of the man.
Perhaps Bingjiu, who had never touched alcohol before, had no idea what he would become and what he would encounter after drinking these beautiful-looking cocktails. He still had a sheep-like smile on his face, happy and soft.
Amuro Toru's purple-gray eyes darkened, as if brewing lightning in a thunderstorm.
He walked towards there, his mouth pursed into a sharp line, wrapped in coldness and anger, but before getting close, he quickly adjusted his face, restrained his aura, and put on the unchanging perfect fake smile mask again.
The timing was just right. The old man with malicious intentions was handing a glass of cocktail to Little Mianyang. Amuro Toru walked behind Bingjiu, took two steps forward, put one hand on Little Mianyang's shoulder to stop him from leaning forward, and with one hand he reached over Little Mianyang and took the goblet first.
"Oh, sorry, but my brother can't drink." He spoke softly with a magnetic voice, attracting the attention of everyone present. He stood up straight, holding the glass of orange cocktail in his hand.
There was a smile on Toru Amuro's face, but his eyes were very cold.
Little sheep Jiang Lai's expression naturally showed surprise. In fact, he was indeed very surprised, but he still cooperated and changed the address: "Huh? Amuro brother?"
How did Toru Amuro suddenly come here by chance? He must have been secretly watching me to see if I was drinking or something...
Jiang Lai, the little sheep, felt a little guilty for no reason. He quickly thought to himself, "Wait, why should I feel guilty? I am an adult and have reached the drinking age. It is completely legal to drink alcohol!"
Fukuyama Junshima looked at Amuro Toru who suddenly appeared. He narrowed his eyes, and the crow's feet at the corners of his eyes squeezed together with his smile: "Oh, sir, are you Watanabe-kun's brother? As expected, he is also a very handsome young man," he praised, "But, you two don't look much alike, and your last names are different. Are you the older and younger brothers of the neighbor family?"
Amuro Toru maintained a smiling expression and did not reply. In fact, this kind of semi-indifferent attitude towards strangers is also very reasonable.
"Brother Amuro, why are you here?" Little cotton sheep Jiang Lai pulled Amuro Toru's sleeve, turned his head to the side, and mouthed to the blond man in the blind spot of Fukuyama Junshima's vision.
[Mission Objective].
He concluded briefly, conveying this important message.
Amuro's sharp mind connected all of this in an instant.
The information conveyed by Little Lamb Ice Wine at this moment, combined with the email just released by Curacao, means that what Ice Wine is doing at this moment, and what he needs to cooperate with him in the future, is to hold back the man in front of him!
So, Toru Amuro changed his plan of grabbing the ice wine and leaving directly, and followed this ordinary act of the neighbor's older brother and younger brother, frowning slightly and said: "Watanabe, didn't I tell you to stay there and drink orange juice? If you don't listen, I won't take you out next time." His tone was angry.
"Stop it, Amuro-nii! I was wrong!" Knowing that the other party had understood, the little sheep Jiang Lai put his hands together and blinked his dark eyes, "No, no, I only drink orange juice."
"Well, this is not good, right? Watanabe-kun, you ordered a table full of cocktails." Fukuyama Junshima interrupted, tapping the table with his right index finger. "I said I would teach you to behave. It's a good habit not to waste. How can you let your uncle down?"
The silent bodyguards behind Fukuyama Junshima took a step forward, approaching Jiang Lai and Amuro Toru, with a faint downward pressure, which, combined with his words, had a threatening tone.
Amuro Toru stopped smiling and followed the performance, "What do you mean, sir?"
"You must finish these cocktails on the table tonight." Fukuyama Jundao crossed his arms, "Otherwise... I and the people behind me will not allow you to leave."
Jiang Lai: My goodness, it seems this scumbag has his own melodramatic script!
But at the moment, this coincides with their intention to hold this man back. After all, a melodramatic script always makes people forget the concept of time, easily giving Curacao more convenience.
But I don't know why, when I look at this high-quality oil in the human world, I always have the illusion that a corpse is talking (?)
"Aren't you afraid of calling the police? There are security personnel in this bar, right?" Toru Amuro said in a calm tone.
"You can give it a try, both of you." The gold ring on Fukuyama Junshima's finger was very eye-catching at this time. He smiled and said, "See who the other party will help."
"Hmm..." Little sheep Jiang Lai showed a hesitant look on his face. He puffed up his cheeks and nodded angrily, "Okay, drink it. I'll finish it in five minutes." He seemed to have no idea about the amount of alcohol and the alcohol content. He picked up a glass and was about to drink it as if it were a drink he drank every day.
Toru Amuro quickly stopped the other party's action and pressed down the little sheep's hand: "...Don't drink it."
Fukuyama Junshima on the opposite side maintained a wrinkled smile as he looked at the two brothers in front of him who had a harmonious relationship.
The blond man seemed to have made up his mind. He gently pushed the little sheep and asked him to stand aside. He then sat facing Fukuyama Jundao with a serious expression. He gritted his teeth and smiled, "Drink now, right? I'll do it."
"You are such a qualified brother." Fukuyama Junshima's praise seemed even more hypocritical at this moment. He gestured, "Then, please."
As an undercover agent, Toru Amuro certainly needs to train his drinking capacity. He picked up the nearest amber cocktail and drank it all, then went to get another one.
Fukuyama Junshima half-closed his eyes and admired the scene in front of him, leaning back on the stool. Little Sheep Jiang Lai looked worried, saying that he went to ask the front desk for some warm water, and then after a while he found an opaque cup from somewhere and came back to hold it.
Of course, Toru Amuro didn't really intend to drink all the drinks on the table or get drunk. He had a plan in mind, knowing how many cups he would stop at, how many cups he would start to act drunken, and how to approach the man and get rid of him in some unexpected way.
Little sheep Jiang Lai lowered his head, looking like he had done something wrong. In fact, he put one hand into his pocket, touched his mobile phone, and then fumbled through the simple steps of the operation.
The next second, all the lights in the bar suddenly reached their highest brightness, flashing at a high frequency several times, almost blinding people's eyes, and then fell into darkness!
As a public security policeman, Amuro Toru had received relevant training. He lowered his eyes and half-closed them to protect his eyes when the light suddenly changed.
However, the others who did not react in time were blinded by the blinding flash, and coupled with the subsequent true darkness, almost no one could see what was happening around them. Everyone was screaming and cursing, saying that they were going blind.
Then, Toru Amuro noticed that the little lamb standing next to him suddenly moved!
Different from the soft and restrained movements just now, the opponent this time was as fast as thunder. He twisted the lid of the water glass in the blink of an eye and silently poured several glasses of high-alcohol cocktails on the table into his own water glass along the wall of the glass!
Amuro Toru: “……?”
He paused for only a second, then cooperated by picking up and putting down the wine glass.
The glass made a crisp sound when it hit the table, letting Fukuyama Junshima, who couldn't see clearly but could vaguely hear the sound, know that he was still drinking.
Author's words: Amuro Toru: I haven't seen you for a while. What kind of pervert is this who is obsessed with ice wine? (Male mother's fake smile mask)
Amuro Toru: (…Your movements are so skillful, Ice Wine.)
Jiang Lai: (The strange thief[?] skills that I had practiced to please the money-hungry Little Sheep can now be put to use!)
Jiang Lai: By the way, thanks for the free plastic water cups distributed by the bar dance floor www