Chapter 115 Ending 2

On the muddy mountain road, a hooded figure was walking through the heavy rain.

Sherry is not only a key surveillance target within the organization, but also on the intelligence investigation list of various countries. Especially after Morobushi Kagemitsu took the risk to get the incomplete experimental case, the mysterious drug developed by the organization was linked to the assassination of a congressman, causing a considerable turmoil within the Metropolitan Police Department.

The abnormal positioning was reported to the police. In order to avoid alerting the enemy and prevent the FBI from getting there first, the "ZERO" team, under great pressure, followed instructions and disguised themselves as passers-by to surround the location shown by the positioning.

The team is in remote command with Mr. Furuya Rei, but the person who will be assigned to the task on site is no stranger to the team - Mr. Shufu, who is affiliated with the Public Security Department of the Metropolitan Police Department and whose code name is Scotch, is another undercover agent who infiltrated the organization with Mr. Furuya.

Morofushi Jingguang took the initiative to take on this task, not only because he was the most suitable candidate.

The rain that fell in the cold night was icy, mixed with the sweat from intense running, and dripped into the eyes through the wet hood and hair, causing a slight sting.

The closer he got to the location, the more clearly he could hear his own heartbeat.

The mountain was empty, with only one villa standing alone, which seemed to have been abandoned for a long time. There were no surveillance equipment around it, only a fence surrounded by barbed wire. Morofu Jingguang's black clothes blended into the darkness. He glanced around roughly, lowered his head and took out his communicator to take a look, and the location was nearby.

Without any hesitation, he put the communicator back in place, grasped the iron net tightly with his hands, exerted force with his feet, and flipped over the fence.

He couldn't turn on the lights, and there wasn't even any bushes in the front yard to hide his body. He estimated the distance and direction in his mind, and moved close to the wall.

When moving to the back of the villa, a faint orange light attracted Morofu Jingguang's attention.

He had met Shirley only a few times, but he could probably tell that the vague silhouette under the garden pavilion was the aloof scientist, and the other side was blocked by buildings.

The current situation was somewhat beyond his expectations - another person approached Shirley from behind and knocked her unconscious with a well-aimed knife.

Not long after, the figure took Shirley away.

Shirley would not appear in the wilderness for no reason late at night. Between "continue to follow Shirley" and "stay and continue investigating the villa", Zhu Fu Jingguang hesitated for a moment.

He sent the message "The target has begun to shift, please pay attention" to the team on standby outside and chose to stay where he was.

Matters involving experiments are handled by the research institute itself, and Shirley is not a member of the intelligence team or the action team, so it is not her turn to commit murder, robbery, or illegal transactions.

When she was knocked unconscious, it seemed that her attention was completely occupied by other things - what was under the roof of the pavilion, an object or a person?

A code name emerged in Morobushi Jingguang's mind.

...This villa is surrounded by mountains on three sides, with a closed front and a blocked back, far away from all human activities, and it is indeed in the style of Holy Wine.

According to the orders of the last meeting, the current Scottish Whisky should carry out a one-year submerged mission in the UK.

Zhu Fu Jingguang secretly thought, "Oh no!" Even though he was wearing a hood and a mask, if the person inside was really Shengjiu, it would not be difficult to see through this disguise.

But how did he end up here? Low temperatures, open air, darkness, heavy rain, any one of these words could trigger his irrational illness.

Thinking back, Morofushi Jingguang has changed his mind. He really wants to kill Shengjiu, but at least for now, his identity cannot be exposed.

He planned to leave as quietly as he came, so he lowered his hood. Just as he took half a step forward, he accidentally kicked something soft.

In the darkness, two faint red lights were reflected under his feet, and the warm object suddenly jumped out. Zhu Fu Jingguang only had time to see clearly that it seemed to be a cat.

A pure white cat.

...Why is there a cat here?

He subconsciously wanted to chase after her, but stopped himself. He held his breath and hid in the shadows, alertly observing the movements on the opposite side.

The white shadow went into the pavilion and never came out again. Then there were a few cat meows, which sounded particularly sharp and piercing in the dark night, but the person inside did not respond.

——No, there should be.

All the light in the back garden originally came from the orange lights on the roof of the pavilion, and now suddenly a few more lights came on. Just before being illuminated by the lights, Zhu Fu Jingguang quickly dodged and hid behind a bush.

It was because of this dodge that he saw the figure facing him in the pavilion.

The man knelt on the ground, his back arched like a gull's broken wing. He wanted to drive away the uninvited guest, but a look of pain appeared on his face.

But the cat obviously didn't understand what he was saying. It kept circling around him and its voice became more anxious.

The excellent sniper had excellent eyesight and hearing. After filtering out interference from the rain and other factors, Morofu Jingguang could roughly see Shengjiu's face.

It didn't take long before his brows furrowed deeply, and a hint of surprise flashed across his face.

...The cat looked familiar. He forced himself not to care about the holy wine and tried to think that although white cats were common, he always felt like he had seen it somewhere.

Morobushi Jingguang's thoughts began to run uncontrollably. In his memory, he once helped take care of a white cat.

But at that time the cat was still very small, only four or five months old. Now more than three years have passed since then.

The cat, drenched by the rain, had shrunk to half its size and was shivering, but it still approached him quietly, which was simply impossible for a stray cat that was wary of humans.

The light blue pupils jumped suddenly.

When he lowered his head, he seemed to see the nameplate hanging on the cat's collar, はな.

Zhufu Jingguang just felt that the God was playing a huge joke on him. If it was really the cat he had raised in the police academy, why did it appear here, and why did it run to Shengjiu and be so close to him?

And - why does the Holy Wine know its name?

He was sure that there were only two characters "はな" on the inscription, but the shape of the mouth and the faint sound of the sacred wine were "はなこ".

Morofushi Jingguang suddenly felt indescribably confused.

...How is that possible?

Of course, he could find many reasons to tell himself that everything was a coincidence or a premeditated conspiracy, and that Holy Wine was an out-and-out murderer, just as he had always whipped himself for.

But Furuya Rei's words echoed in his mind again. What had made him disappointed and angry at the time now seemed absurd, causing the faith that supported him to move forward to become precarious - who is the holy wine? Who is the person standing there?

He suddenly had the urge to rush over and question, but his mind was in a mess and he couldn't even figure out who to question.

The wet cat wanted to find a warm source of heat, but was ignored by its owner. Not only did its anxious calls go unanswered, but it was also pushed out of the gazebo.

It was so anxious that it ran in and out several times, but was chased away again without exception. Finally, it left in disappointment.

The cat left, but headed in the direction of Morobushi Kagemitsu. The cat didn't care at all about being kicked by him. It really liked this human, and it had liked him for a long time.

Zhu Fu Jingguang couldn't move. He couldn't make a sound to chase the cat away, and there wasn't even a stone around. The bushes were not big enough to cover his bent body. If anyone noticed this, he would be exposed.

He made one wrong move, which led to all his other moves being wrong.

When the cat came up to him, Zhufu Jingguang checked its nameplate again and felt as cold as if he had fallen into an icy cave.

He remained silent, slowly stood up, and met Shengjiu's eyes.

The deep red eyes trembled for a moment after seeing him, and then darkened again. It was a completely different color from the one in his memory, yet it was so similar.

I didn't question why he was here. Apart from the initial shock, I didn't react at all, as if I was too lazy to even show any expression.

"...Vin." Zhu Fu Jingguang said, "What are you doing here?"

A rude and unreasonable question, at least it was the owner of the house who should ask an intruder.

But Morofushi Jingguang knew that the other party knew what he was asking.

Didn't you say "other places are too risky for me, at least the bar is safe"? If that's the case, why stay in the rain?

The young man lowered his head slightly, ignoring his words, his frosty hair covering his eyes, his lips neither pursed nor raised, showing an indifferent look.

A clear section of wrist bone was revealed between the black sleeves and gloves. Under Morofu Jingguang's gaze that could almost burn people, the wrist slowly reached inside the suit and pulled out a weapon that he was very familiar with as a sniper.

□□M1934 model, 9*17mm short bullet, maximum bullet capacity is 8 rounds, effective range is 25m.

It is difficult to operate with one hand, so it is not suitable for actual combat.

This was indeed the case. Shengjiu had to hold the gun with both hands and rotate the lever 180 degrees before opening the safety. His movements were slow, but he did not seem unfamiliar.

There was a gravel path between the two of them, and they only needed to take one step forward to cross the clear boundary.

No one moved, no one could move.

When the black muzzle of a gun was pointed at his chest, Morofushi Jingguang had an inopportune thought - the police academy curriculum had never taught them to use such a gun.

Such a cumbersome and picky weapon could easily injure its owner if he wasn't careful.

When he met those cold eyes, his breathing stagnated and his memory stopped instantly.

The person opposite sneered: "There is a cat under your feet. Pick it up. It has been waiting for you for a long time."

"...Do you know it?"

"Yeah, we've known each other for a long time."

Zhu Fu Jingguang opened his mouth, but the young man interrupted what he had not yet said. His expression was calm and peaceful, with a helpless smile that seemed to be a little relieved. Such an expression was too gentle and not suitable to appear on Holy Wine.

He said, "Let me tell you something, this place is about to explode."

Zhu Fu Jingguang almost thought he had misheard.

But soon, after realizing that he was not joking, Morobushi Jingguang had to think - why now? He walked to the end of a detour until he reached the edge of a cliff, and then suddenly a man jumped out and told him with a smile, "The sun has already set, and the way home is in the opposite direction. You can never go back."

He blurted out, forgetting to think about the consequences, "Come with me."

Where can I go after I leave? The young man's eyes widened slightly, revealing a hint of confusion.

"You can go back to the United States or stay in Japan. The snow in Sapporo is beautiful, and in May, there will be a sea of ​​cherry blossoms and lilacs."

Zhu Fu Jingguang's throat rolled and he opened his mouth.

His heart was beating rapidly due to the rapid congestion of blood. He held the gun in his pocket. His usually gentle voice became hoarse and difficult to distinguish, as if it had been repeatedly sharpened on the tip of a knife. "...Or, we can go to Nagano."

He grew up in the mountainous Nagano Prefecture, where he has a biological brother whom he hasn't seen for a long time but with whom he has a very good relationship.

[“Gao Ming is also a policeman. If there is a chance, I will take you to meet him.”]

The gray-haired boy looked uneasy because of the last sentence, so he asked him carefully if he wanted to prepare any gifts. He smiled and comforted him when he was in the police academy, "Don't be nervous, brother will definitely like you."

As a result, on the day of the original departure, the weather was not good and it suddenly rained heavily, so we had to cancel the trip, and there is no chance to realize it until now.

He was in a state of confusion for a moment, with great sorrow and great joy tearing at his spirit, and the former easily drowning the latter. No matter what answer he heard, it would only make the pain worse.

Morofushi Jingguang heard his own trembling voice, "...Do you still remember?"

The gun was prepared for himself. If Scotch Whisky's undercover identity was exposed, he would use the gun to eliminate the trouble.

Of course, if the damage could make up for the loss, he would let the other side shoot first.

At this moment, Morofushi Jingguang even sincerely hoped that the muzzle of the gun in the young man's hand had been aimed at his heart.

There was a long silence in response to him.

Of course, Holy Wine would not know this.

The people who remember these never mention them.

After a long while, the young man shook his head, with an almost inaudible sense of desolation in his tone, "It's too late."

It's too late to go anywhere.

There was a loud explosion in Zhufu Jingguang's mind.

Shengjiu held the gun lightly with his free hand, and the muzzle did not move at all. "…This gun only has one bullet."

"Get out of here, Scotch." The young man's voice suddenly dropped, and his hand on the trigger tightened for a moment, with a warning, "Don't forget your identity."

identity.

From beginning to end, there stood between them an insurmountable barrier.

“…”

Perhaps the person who should be questioned the most is himself. Is the person standing here the undercover agent Morobushi Kagemitsu of the Japanese Metropolitan Police Department, or the sniper Scotch Whisky of the Black Organization?

The officers were to do their job and Scotland would obey.

Each of them was good at reading people's expressions, determining which party had the greatest benefit, and then obediently chose to leave. But he stood there stubbornly.

An inexplicable burning sensation came from deep in Morofu Jingguang's eye sockets, and the huge heat burned his throat into dry fragments.

His lips trembled, and the name hidden in his heart almost jumped out of his mouth, "Yu..."

"Stop talking!"

The person on the other side suddenly reacted violently and interrupted him.

In silence, he repeated in a hoarse voice: "...Don't say it."

The voice was so low that it sounded like begging.

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As if it was a premonition, Zhihui parked the car aside, looked up and saw a startled bird flying in the night sky.

She held a round transmitter between her fingers.

With her abilities, she should have discovered it earlier. Miyano Shiho was not the only one who was uneasy along the way.

Zhihui lowered her eyebrows, crushed the transmitter, and reminded the back seat: "Ms. Miyano, it's almost time."

Miyano Shiho's slightly wet hair covered half of her face. She pursed her lips and stared coldly at the remote control device that was brought into the car.

The girl fell into recollection and murmured softly as if talking to herself: "The password is..."

She was caught off guard, and the sharp sound of a flute that cut through the long night interrupted her.