Chapter 64

Gin lived up to his title as the model worker of the organization. After assigning tasks to Whiskey and his men, he went to deal with a few traitors on time.

The black Porsche was driving on the way back to the base, its outline indistinguishable in the thick night.

There was a little red light inside the car. Gin was holding a cigarette between his fingers. The air pressure around him was so low that Vodka, who was driving beside him, swallowed nervously and swallowed what he wanted to say.

From the moment he received the news that the holy wine was coming to Japan, Vodka had a lot to say, but he didn't dare to offend his big brother, so he held it in until now.

Vodka had no idea when the feud between Gin and Gin began, but by the time he realized it, the two had already become sworn enemies.

Ah, to be precise, it should be that Big Brother was unilaterally unhappy with Shengjiu, because Shengjiu was very arrogant, ignored everyone, and looked down on everyone in the organization equally. He had been in the organization for so long and had never seen what Shengjiu looked like.

As Gin's most loyal and capable subordinate, Vodka of course stood on his big brother's side and said a lot of bad things about Gin in the anonymous forum of the organization. Although he would be interrupted by another anonymous account every time he got excited, it did not prevent Vodka from understanding Gin's style of doing things.

It's true that he's mentally ill, but what a waste... since the base was replaced three years ago, no one dares to say this in private anymore.

Unfortunately, Gin doesn't pay attention to gossip within the organization, and he hates others gossiping in front of him. Vodka once tried to pretend to mention the code name of the holy wine, but before he could finish his words, he was frightened by the cold eyes of his eldest brother, and he never dared to mention this forbidden word again.

There was one person in the organization who was not afraid of Gin's dark face and was keen on having fun, but whenever faced with Vodka's anxious eyes, the blonde woman would always pass it off as if nothing had happened.

Vodka felt bitter, but he didn't dare to say it. He was really afraid that his elder brother would be careless because he didn't see the true face of the holy wine! Although the elder brother was very strong, who knows what kind of tricks those crazy experimenters in the research group would come up with! This is how it's played out in science fiction movies!

The closer they get to the base, the less time they have to meet the Holy Wine, and the more worried Vodka becomes.

Just after he had been about to say something for several times, a ring suddenly broke the silence in the narrow space.

The source of the sound was naturally not Vodka who was driving honestly.

Gin took out his cell phone, frowned slightly after seeing the incoming call alert, and swiped to answer the call.

"The weather in Tokyo is nice tonight, Gin, how are you doing?"

Gin didn't turn down the volume. When the magnetic and gentle female voice reached his ears, Vodka reflexively leaned forward to look at the night scene outside the car window, wondering in his heart - there were no moon or stars, was this considered good weather?

Gin was in a bad mood today and had no interest in chatting with her. His already unfriendly tone became even more nasty. "If you have something to say, just say it. Don't beat around the bush."

"Oh, I thought you would be in a good mood after killing a few traitors." Bermode bluntly told me his plans for tonight and chuckled, "What affected you?"

Gin was too lazy to answer her, "Hang up."

"Don't be so heartless."

The mysterious Thousand-Faced Witch even sighed with a hint of flirtation. Before she could stop talking for two seconds, her smiling voice came from the other end of the phone, "It's not easy for him to come to Japan. We haven't seen each other for a while. Remember to say hello to Vino for me."

Gin squeezed the phone tightly, so tightly that it felt like the poor phone would be broken in the next second.

Belmode was oblivious, or perhaps she had made this call on purpose, and continued leisurely, "You and Vino should have a pretty good relationship. If I remember correctly, didn't you go on a mission together?"

Vodka, who accidentally heard this, broke out in a cold sweat.

Shit! How come he didn't know that Big Brother and Shengjiu were partners?! Did he hear some secret information that would be silenced?!

The call came to an abrupt end. The cold white light shone on Gin's expressionless face, and his dark green eyes emitted a cold light. He deleted the call record just now, and when his finger pressed a key, the screen jumped to the text message interface.

The top line that you can see at a glance shows the time as early as last night.

Sender——"V St."

Gin, who was woken up just after falling asleep last night, wanted to teleport to the other side of the ocean with a gun and shoot the sender in the head. He had even imagined the angle at which the bullet would penetrate the useless eyes of Gin, and the spurting blood would definitely create an extremely refreshing painting.

The reason why he didn't do so was that the scientific community had not yet developed teleportation technology, and that the gentleman's order once again echoed in his ears - "Don't kill."

Vermode's words brought back bad memories for Gin. He and Saint Wine had only been on a mission together once, many years ago. Just recalling the details of that time gave him a violent desire for destruction.

Gin slowly turned off his phone and ordered:

"Drive faster."

He was curious to see if the waste was as disgusting as before.

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When he saw the long-haired man he had met once in the bathroom at the place agreed upon in the text message, Kono Seiryoshi cursed in his heart.

My friend, why didn't you tell me earlier that you were here to pick me up? What's the point of sneaking here like a bank robber with a gas mask on?

The long-haired man's hand trembled after seeing that he looked like he had walked into the wrong set, and his cigarette almost dropped. But soon, his brows furrowed, as if he had discovered something from the familiar clothes.

Kono Seiryoshi is numb.

This amount of time is not enough for him to change clothes. Judging from his expression, he has definitely been recognized.

Forget it, he comforted himself in his heart. Anyway, the real reason why Shengjiu didn't show his face in front of the members of the organization was not because he was afraid of being seen, but simply because of his own cleanliness. Forget it this time, I will be more careful next time.

Thinking of this, Kono Seiryoshi felt a little relieved and turned around to see two more familiar faces that he could never mistake.

The surprise on both of their faces was well concealed.

Gongye Shengliang froze on the spot, his mind went blank, and his hands and feet, which had barely recovered some strength, began to become weak again. He only woke up when someone called him.

The blond, dark-skinned young man spoke slowly and in a strange accent that he had never heard before, saying the meeting signal for this operation, "We tire of the flame of the meteor, before it can fade and flee...right?"

Gong Ye Shengliang reacted mechanically. He nodded, shook his head, and said nothing.

The other black-haired young man raised his eyes, glanced around, and finally fixed his gaze on the abrupt mask for a long time, and said slowly: "Let's go."

Even when he sat in the back seat of the car, Kono Seiryoshi was still in shock.

Although it seemed to him that the last time they met was just a month ago, in this world, three years had really passed. He was aware of Zero Mirai's plan, but - Jingguang! Why are you also an undercover agent? ! Was this the reason why you couldn't reply to the message at that time? !

That's right, even though the system was still offline and the translucent introduction panel did not reveal their identities, Kimino Seiryoshi was still very firm in his belief that his two contemporaries would never fall into darkness so easily.

Then the only possibility is undercover.

Gongye Shengliang had a headache and sighed silently, holding up the gas mask that covered his entire head.

The organization sent three people to pick him up, two of whom were undercover agents, which made it hard not to be speechless.

Ley drove silently in the front, while Bourbon sat in the passenger seat and looked out the window. Scotch, who was also in the back seat, sat very straight, checking the text messages on his mobile phone meticulously, and when he accidentally caught a glimpse of the other person in the back seat, he quickly looked away.

The vision inside the mask was limited, but these subtle movements of his were still caught by Kono Seiryoshi.

He closed his eyes with mixed feelings, feeling a little uncomfortable.

Gong Ye, who graduated from the police academy with them, and Sheng Jiu, who had been immersed in the Black Organization for several years, were not the same person. The former was dead, and he knew this clearly. But he still couldn't separate the various past events and emotions.

Gongye Sheng sighed in his conscience. Fortunately, he was wearing a mask, otherwise he wouldn't know how to explain how the face looked so similar.

Everyone had different thoughts, and the car arrived at the base in silence all the way.

When getting off the car, Gongye Shengliang, who began to feel dizzy again, almost stepped on empty air. Fortunately, Scotland next to him was quick to help him up, otherwise Shengjiu would probably have added "falling to death after missing the stairs" to the list of deaths in the organization.

He stood firm against the wall, took a few breaths, and slowly but firmly pushed Scotland aside with his gloved hands, turning inside following his memory.

He walked very slowly with each step. He was in such a bad condition that he couldn't walk faster even if he wanted to. He simply didn't try to hide it. The three people behind him seemed to be afraid that if something happened, they would be blamed, so they didn't urge him forward.

After entering the last key, the door of the room opened, and Gong Ye Shengliang, who thought he could finally take a break, almost burst into tears.

However, when he saw that there was someone else in the room, he held back his tears of emotion.

The silver-haired man's hawk-like sharp eyes were fixed on him before the door opened, and the murderous aura in him was almost solidified.

Unlike the dumbfounded Vodka, the weird gas mask on Gin's head did not shock him at all. Gin showed a look of disgust on his face as if to expect it.

The moment he saw Gin, the electronic sound of Shanshan finally rang in his mind, and Kono Seiryoshi even felt a little nostalgic when he heard it.

At the same time, translucent panels unfolded in front of him.

[Member of the Black Organization - Gin (Black)]

[Member of the Black Organization——Vodka (Black)]

[Member of the Black Organization (?)——Scottish Whisky (black?)]

[Member of the Black Organization (?)——Bourbon Whiskey (Black?)]

[Member of the Black Organization (?)——Rye Whiskey (Black?)]

Kono Seiryoshi: “…”

Sorry, it's too early.

Why are the three people who came to pick him up all undercover? ! Did this organization do this on purpose? ! !

However, apart from this, there was another thing that made him extremely heartbroken.

The fifty-meter range of the system map just covers the entire room, so Kono Seiji was lucky enough to see that each of the five people marked on the map was a red bright spot that was hostile to him.

Kono Seiryoshi: “…”

I'm an undercover agent, so forget it - Gin, Vodka, aren't we from the same organization? Why are you treating me like this?

The airsickness and car sickness on the way directly consumed half of his health bar. After finally landing safely, he suffered a series of mental blows. Even though Kono Seiryoshi had prepared himself mentally in advance, he was still hit by the heavy reality and almost closed himself off.

He ignored Gin's death stare and walked into the room, lying on the sofa like a salted fish, unable to move.

Gin, who was full of hostility towards him, was extremely impatient and asked, "Have you chosen yet?" after less than ten seconds of Kouno Seiryoshi's mess.

As soon as the question was asked, the three people, Whiskey, who had remained calm, felt a stir in their hearts.

Finally it has come, the purpose of organizing this mission.

They guessed correctly, this was not a simple airport pick-up. Maybe it was nothing to others, but the flight across more than ten time zones was too much for Shengjiu, who was already in poor health. He could not stand such frequent tossing and turning, so he would definitely stay in Japan for a long time this time.

Japan is different from the North American base, and has formed a complete system. The action team has Gin, the intelligence team has Rum, and the research team, which has not yet selected a leader, is a mixed bag. If Saint Wine wants to take over, it will not work if he stays in the dark as before.

If he wants to take action, the obstacles he faces not only come from the outside world, but more from within the organization - in this case, the presence of bodyguards is indispensable.

I don't know why Gin chose the three Whisky guys, but as undercover agents, they undoubtedly need more achievements to climb higher, which in a sense is exactly what he wants.

For a moment, the three people looked at the holy wine with some obscure considerations in their eyes.

The facts were pretty much the same as they had guessed, Gin was indeed asking Kono Seira whether he had chosen a scapegoat.

The silver-haired man raised his eyelids. Although he was sitting on the sofa, he gave off a strong sense of oppression and seemed to be looking down on the three people in front of him with cold disdain. His emotionless eyes seemed to be saying, "There's no need for anyone who gets picked by that rubbish to stay."

Gongye Shengliang, who had just received the memory of selecting a bodyguard, lowered his head, his eyelashes trembled, and said nothing.

He suppressed the urge to complain. They were all undercover agents, so what difference did it make who he chose?

However, he has not yet figured out how to face Furuya Rei and Morofushi Kagemitsu.

Or maybe Lei... He had a terrible headache, and his thoughts were confused. Anyway, Lei had already seen his face in the airport bathroom, so it wouldn't be embarrassing if he was seen again in the future.

After deciding on the candidate so casually, without even raising his head, Kono Seiryoshi pointed directly to the spot where Lei was standing in his memory.

After he made his choice, the room fell into complete silence.

Scotch's startled cough and Bourbon's sudden stagnant breathing could not be ignored in the extremely depressing space.

Gin's murderous aura suddenly soared to an uncontrollable level, so obvious that even the dull-witted Kono Seiryoshi could sense that something was wrong.

Ah... Lei Yi is not okay? Then change another one?

He looked up a little confused and looked in the direction of his finger.

The next second, Kimiya Seiryoshi was met with a pair of dull sunglasses - when he didn't notice, there was another burly man with a confused look standing in front of Lei.

Vodka swallowed and pointed at himself tremblingly, "...Ah?"

Kono Seiryoshi: “…”

Damn it! Vodka, why are you moving around instead of just standing still? !

"Oh."

Gin sneered and raised the knife in his hand that was eager to see blood.