Chapter 88

The effect of exposing his true nature and intimidating him was very obvious. Zhu Fu Jingming was obviously much more taciturn than before. Although he was still gentle, there was a layer of vigilance hidden deep in his eyes.

Gongye Shengliang pretended not to notice, and they got along well with each other.

With the obedient version of Scotland around, he was able to move more freely and was no longer afraid of gin falling from the sky.

But the task I set for myself is still unclear.

Although his words that day were a bit exaggerated, they were pretty much true to the point, and his prejudice against the composition of the organization was truly revealed.

The members who can get the code name are either experienced and loyal, or have a special skill. The latter is especially true for the action team that handles bloody and violent missions. And the more outstanding the strength, the more extreme the personality. Representative characters are like those who will take Beretta's gin from their own people if they disagree with each other.

In comparison, the ordinary officers who are not as conspicuous as Gin are only a little easier to manage. Even when carrying out assassination missions, they are unrestrained. Their work style cannot be said to be exactly the same as that of normal people, but it can only be said that they are completely different.

They planted two bombs on the railway while shooting at the target; they deliberately left evidence at the scene of the serial murder to provoke the police; and they flew a helicopter to shoot at the Tokyo Tower.

If he doesn't explode in silence, he will become distorted in silence. It is said that when Scotland, who appears calm and mild-tempered, first joined the action team, he was suspected of being a Hannibal-type mental patient.

The missions of the action team are extremely risky and the turnover is very fast. The only thing that remains unchanged is that the people inside are always so annoying.

Shengjiu doesn't like code members who act on their own, even if they are more efficient and powerful. He would rather invest more sunk costs and use those lower-level members who can't get codes, are more mediocre and more obedient.

This has resulted in Shengjiu being basically isolated from the other officers, especially now that he is still in the unfamiliar Japanese base and has never met most of the members, so the foundation of trust is negative, not to mention assigning them to carry out personal missions.

There was no other choice, so Seiryo Kono had to find a plastic colleague named Vermode who was a little better than his other plastic colleagues.

The proposal of the bar was strictly rejected, and the meeting place this time was set to be at the research institute.

Smoking is prohibited here. There is a faint smell of chemicals in the air, but it doesn't smell bad after you get used to it.

However, Vermouth was obviously not used to this smell. She did not spray perfume today. She wore the simplest khaki windbreaker and sat on the sofa with her legs crossed. Her expression was abnormally cold. She only reluctantly curled her lips when she saw him coming.

“How did the physical exam feel?”

Gongye Shengliang asked casually and poured two cups of brewed spring-picked black tea.

"It's still the same." Bermode snorted softly, "But seeing Shirley's arrogant look, she looks more and more like her parents who died early."

As for the feud between her and the Miyano family, Kimino Seira has reservations. Hostility and blood feuds are common in the organization, as long as Belmode does not stab him in the back. Besides, the development of APTX4869 still depends on Shirley, and he believes that Belmode can distinguish the importance of things.

Vermode took a sip of her tea and quickly adjusted herself. She curled her red lips and turned the topic to Kono Seiryoshi: "What about you? Have you found anything in the research institute here?"

Kono Seiryoshi thought she was asking about the progress of the drug and shook his head. "If we can't succeed here, I'm afraid we won't have a chance in the future."

Today he was wearing a maroon turtleneck sweater and a mid-length windbreaker of a slightly lighter color, still without a trace of excess skin showing. He lowered his head and gently blew away the tea foam, the rising mist blurred his eyebrows, and his whole person was filled with a calm temperament that was incompatible with the research institute.

"…I'm ashamed that you can still say such things calmly."

Bermode was frightened by his unhurried look, and silently looked away, took out a cigarette from his pocket, and just when he was about to light it, he remembered something and put the lighter back.

"You said on the phone that you needed my help with something. What was it?"

"Well, I want you to help me investigate an old case."

"Oh?" Bermode showed interest.

Gong Ye Shengliang put down his teacup, his eyes lit up with anticipation: "If you disguise yourself as the police chief and go to the police station to steal files, what is your chance of success?"

He thought about it. Three years had passed. It was difficult to look for the original surveillance. Besides, the bomber was still in prison. If he couldn't rob the prison, the easiest and quickest way was to get the files from the Metropolitan Police Department.

"……?"

Bermode's expression froze.

Kono Seiyoshi was very considerate and made a concession: "Is it too difficult to be a superintendent? In fact, superintendents and senior superintendents are also possible."

"..." The Thousand-Faced Witch looked speechless, "Vino, can you still joke?"

Why didn't she just go to the police station and turn herself in to disguise herself as a cop and steal things from the cops' lair? Such an outrageous mission, has she offended Shengjiu in some way recently?

Wait a minute, Bermode thought, it seems that he has indeed been provoked.

Kono Seiryoshi looked at her sadly, "Do you think so?"

"If it was somewhere else, it would be fine... What? Did the police catch you doing something dirty?" Bermode said with a smile.

She slowly narrowed her eyes, a probing look flashed across her face. "But I'm curious, if it's an ordinary file, wouldn't it be fine to hand it over to the appropriate person? It's not like there are no organized people in the Metropolitan Police Department."

She said it casually, but if Bourbon or Scotch were present, hostility toward them would probably reach its peak at this moment.

There are only a handful of people in this world who can resist money and power, especially those who have tasted the temptation. The key to the survival of the organization is that it has formed an inseparable network with the powerful people in this country. Even the Metropolitan Police Department, who have sworn to "serve the country and the people, strictly abide by discipline, and be honest and dedicated to their work", is not immune.

Having experienced betrayal in the previous instance, Kono Seiryo sighed, "I don't like strangers snooping into my stuff. Don't you feel the same way?"

Bermode's eyes darkened, and he smiled nonchalantly, "So I've been included in your list of accomplices?"

The water temperature was just right for cooling off for a while. Gongye Shengliang was drinking tea. Hearing this, he took a moment to look at her carefully and nodded: "That's a good idea. Let's do it according to your idea."

If we deepen our plastic relationship, the probability of leaving him alone in the bar next time should decrease a few points, right?

Thinking of this, Kono Seiryoshi felt a little happy.

The system hesitated to speak: [……] The probability of abandoning you has decreased, but the probability of taking you somewhere else has increased!

Vermouth had an expression that said "I really can't do anything to you", and the female star was appreciative even with her eyes closed and brows furrowed.

After about two minutes, she opened her eyes.

"I understand. I will send you the information you need when the time comes."

She took out the lighter again, this time just playing with it between her fingers. After a while, as if she suddenly remembered something, she asked, "By the way, why don't you see Bourbon?"

It would have been fine if he hadn't mentioned it, but as soon as he mentioned it, Gongye Shengliang immediately felt a tight breath in his chest.

"I was going to ask you something... It was you who booked the hotel room that day, right?"

It was all because of that glass of wine that made him say some confusing words when he was unconscious. He was glad that he didn't see Furuya Rei when he woke up the next day, but after such a long time, there was still no news, and his heart was tense again.

Shit, it would be better to leave him alone in the bar.

Bermode smiled with his chin propped up, "Why, you don't like it?"

Because of the good relationship they had just established, Gongye Shengliang couldn't criticize her righteously. After a long time, he could only say a non-threatening "Don't do this again in the future."

"No kidding."

Bermode's smile faded. "If you want to recruit someone close to you, Bourbon is indeed a rare candidate. Do you want to snatch him from Rum?"

Kono Seiyoshi: “…Let’s talk about it later.” If he really did that, the mission progress might be reversed to negative, so it would be better to fish in water instead of doing business.

Seeing that he had no ambition at all, Vermouth frowned and was about to say something when he saw the young man raise his hand to look at his watch, then stand up and was about to leave.

"It's getting late. I'm going home first. You should go home early too."

"?"

Vermode was stunned for two seconds, "Are you alone?" She remembered where Shengjiu lived now. It seemed to be quite far from the research institute, right?

Then she saw the young man shook his head and said in a matter-of-fact tone: "Scotland will take me back."

Bermode: "..."

So is the Vin Santo avoiding Bourbon because it already has Scotland? Wait, it seems like it was not that long ago, when did Scotland take over?

She clearly gave it a push from behind...Bermode thought with mixed feelings, Bourbon is really all show and no substance.

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At the same time, Furiya Rei, who was busy communicating secretly with the public security, sneezed twice in a row.

The subordinate was surprised: "Mr. Fūya, are you sick?"

Furiya Rei touched the tip of his nose, looked at the thick fallen leaves on the ground, and said uncertainly, "Maybe it's because winter is coming soon?"

It can't be that someone in the organization is cursing him behind his back.