Chapter 73
The noisy sound of the bar made his eardrums hurt. Gong Ye Shengliang held his forehead and sighed: "...Why did you choose this place?"
"Oh, I thought you would like it."
The tall and handsome bartender smiled, and his lazy and charming tone formed a sharp contrast with the deep male voice.
[Member of the Black Organization——Vermode (Black)]
The free-spirited Thousand-Faced Witch not only loves to watch fun, but is also keen on creating fun herself. It seems that this is not the first time that she has pretended to be a bartender to tease her colleagues. She is quite skilled in giving drinks, chatting up and inviting people.
Kono Seiryoshi came to this bar today because he received a text message signed by "Vermouth". He thought that "it might be helpful for the mission", but he started to regret it as soon as he walked in.
——Can someone explain to him why that familiar blond-haired dark-skinned guy in a bartender's uniform is here? !
If the unexpected sight of Rei Furuya was a bad sign, then the bartender who came over and flirted with him verbally and attempted physical contact confirmed his bad premonition.
...It doesn't look like Vermode is taking his work seriously at all!
If it wasn't too troublesome for Gong Ye Shengliang to leave the base, he would have wanted to chat for a few minutes and then leave quickly.
The skin beside my ear suddenly felt cool, but I was distracted for a moment and the mask came off.
Vermouth was inexplicably obsessed with seeing his face with her own eyes. After removing the mask, a glimmer of light flashed across her green eyes: "Oh, your technique is not bad."
The disguise published by the system was flawless, and even the Thousand-Faced Witch, who was proficient in disguise, was amazed.
If she hadn't been rejected, she would have looked like she wanted to touch it.
Kono Seiryoshi simply folded his mask in half, put it away, bent his fingers, and tapped twice on the cool wine glass.
He was afraid of making eye contact with Furutani Rei, so he didn't dare to look around. He was temporarily relieved when he saw the small dot with the name on it leave the detection range with the help of the system map.
The bartender that Bermode pretended to be this time was about 1.9 meters tall. He did not sit down but stood opposite the small table, half bent over, smiling with his face propped up. The tall shadow he cast completely covered the white-haired young man who was sitting very neatly.
"I heard that you were on a mission some time ago. How did you feel about that?"
Kono Seiryoshi stopped poking the wine glass.
Hmm? Are we going to get down to business?
"...Not bad," he said slowly, "I'll never go there again."
The mission was nothing. The main thing was that after the failure, the atmosphere in the entire base was very strange and he couldn't adapt.
If one's position in the organization is high enough, such as the mysterious second-in-command Rum, he will not be punished even if he makes a serious mistake.
As for the remaining members, if they fail, they will be punished. This is an iron rule, even Gin and Vermouth, who are trusted and favored by the gentleman, are no exception.
The level of holy wine lies delicately between the two. Whether to follow the rules or operate in a black box depends entirely on the executor's decision.
As for the punishment methods in the other world, they are basically the same. The Black Organization has invested a large amount of funds in scientific research. In addition to traditional punishments, some traitors and abandoners are exiled to the research institute to be experimental guinea pigs.
When he walked into the base alone that day, Gin, who was maintaining his sniper rifle, raised his eyelids and looked at him coldly, then closed the gun case and slowly groped for something in his arms.
Seeing that Gin actually wanted to do it for real, Kono Seira decided to take the initiative.
"I suggest you don't use those tactics on me."
He looked at Gin and said seriously: "Otherwise I will die easily in front of you."
He didn't have those magic medicines that could cure all diseases with him, and given the fragile nature of his body, he couldn't withstand even the lightest punishment.
No exaggeration, physical death.
"..." Gin narrowed his eyes, "Are you threatening me?"
"Don't think too much about it," Kono Seiryo corrected him patiently, "I'm just informing you."
Although he himself did not want to work for the Black Organization, the failure of the mission did not have no impact on him.
The system requires him to ensure that the power fluctuation of the Black Organization does not exceed 10% within a year. The initial power of the organization was 100, but after the bank check was taken away by the police, it became 99.8.
It’s not a big problem and you can still deal with it, but if the person dies, it’s all over.
Seeing that Gin did not take the next step for a long time, Kimino Seiryoshi's thoughts diverged, and he even considered whether to bring out the legendary "that gentleman" to fight evil with evil and use magic to defeat magic.
...But his memory of the BOSS has not been completed yet, and he always feels guilty when he thinks about it.
The dark red pupils became empty and diffuse again, like a bloodstone that had lost its luster and was thrown alone in the depths of the night.
Gin's suppressed surprise reached its peak at this moment. He hated the feeling of being controlled by someone, especially when this person stood in front of him with confidence.
[“Thou shalt not kill.”]
The silver-haired man had sharp, dark green eyes. He grabbed the young man's wrist in two steps, his movements were quite rough, and before the latter could show a painful expression, he dragged the man and strode into the dark corridor.
If you can't kill him, there are many other ways.
At the same time, the object in Gin's arms revealed its true appearance. It was not a gun, but a bunch of keys.
The door of the confinement room was locked, and the last impression that Kono Seiryoshi had was the silver-haired man's bloody smile with an ambiguous meaning.
"Then I spent a week in a cell."
This is how Kono Seiryoshi summarized it.
He shook the glass and the ice inside showed signs of melting.
The memories after this were useless. The red light was on at all times, and the signal could only be connected unilaterally. If Bermode hadn't suddenly sent him a text message, he might have stayed in there for a few more days.
"By the way," Kono Seira recalled what Bermode said at the beginning and asked casually, "Why do you think I like this kind of place?"
Even a fast food restaurant would be more suitable than this bar. He didn't know if it was an illusion, but the noise around him made him dizzy.
"...Belmode?"
After waiting for half a minute without receiving a response, Gongye Shengliang looked up.
The face opposite him, with deep features and full of masculine hormones, was looking at him with a complex and indescribable expression.
"Do you really... think so highly of Bourbon?"
Kouno Seiryoshi: “?”
What word did he just say that had anything to do with bourbon?
Bermode quickly recovered, patted his shoulder with a chuckle, and glanced to the side and back suggestively: "He's here."
"See, I told you you'd like it."
Kono Seiryoshi: “…”
He rolled his eyes stiffly.
The blond-haired, dark-skinned waiter in the distance seemed to have noticed something, and a perfect smile slowly spread across his lips.