Chapter 97

Saeki was imprisoned in a pure white cell. The bed and walls were as cold and hard. The ceiling was equipped with glaring incandescent lights and surveillance cameras, and there was a whole wall of one-way glass opposite.

He still had handcuffs on his hands and was lying on the hard, uncomfortable bed, but he was in a very good mood.

This move is extremely risky, especially when the opponent is the extremely cruel Gin. Saeki has put his life on the line in what may be the last gamble of his life.

Luck was on his side, and he won the bet!

That day, after he nearly died and revealed the code name of the holy wine, the interrogation room suddenly became as silent as death.

The silver-haired man's gun moved from his skull to his heart, with such force that Saeki almost thought two more ribs were broken.

"continue."

Gin's emotionless voice came.

Saeki was panting heavily. He had heard that gin and holy wine were incompatible. The secret that he had wanted to rot in his stomach now became his last straw.

The muzzle of the gun was still pressing against his chest. He recalled intermittently: "Vin sent someone to follow the young policeman for a while, but the man's skills were too poor and he was almost discovered, so he came to me."

"In the Metropolitan Police Department... ahem, we had someone planted there. We set up a trap together, and on the day of the operation, there was no doubt about the target at all."

Saeki coughed violently, his hoarse voice sounding somewhat confused. "You know, Vin's way of doing things is very strange. He didn't let me use the usual assassination method. Instead, he wanted to pretend that this was an accident and to clean up all traces afterwards."

"...Not only is there evidence that I committed the murder," he grinned, his head covered in blood that had not yet dried, making it look particularly creepy, "but there is also every trace of that policeman's life."

"So I found a bomber and had him flip the switch during the robbery to blow up that floor."

"Hahaha, that young policeman was burned to ashes... The next day, I sneaked into his house, pretended it was a gas leak, and caused the second explosion."

"I was always curious about why Vin did this, so before I started, I checked the house and left some things behind."

At this point, Saeki's gloomy face showed a sense of revenge. He didn't even notice the expressions of the other two people in the interrogation room, and stared at Gin's cold jaw.

"Those things are very important to Vin, otherwise he wouldn't go to such lengths to kill a police stranger with whom he had no grudges."

"Gin, let me go this time, I can tell you where those things are."

After a dead silence, Gin sneered. The murderous intent in his cold voice made Saeki unable to move at all: "Are you bargaining with me?"

Saeki suddenly shuddered, and then realized that he seemed to have touched Gin's scales, and hurriedly tried to save him, "No, no! I will give all those things to you! No conditions required!"

The cold touch of the metal made him tremble uncontrollably. The gun barrel slowly passed in front of his eyes, leaving a dark shadow on his retina.

Gin put away his gun and stared at him condescendingly, but he gave orders to the others:

"You two, get out."

…

Saeki pulled himself out of his memories and tried to turn around, but accidentally pulled the wound he got from the interrogation by Bourbon. He took a deep breath and almost burst into a curse.

Damn the intelligence team's lackey, why wasn't he the one threatened to have his fingers cut off!

Of course... there are others who deserve to die even more.

Saeki stared at the incandescent light above his head with resentment, and another figure appeared in his mind.

If Shengjiu had lent him the money, he wouldn't have to defect, and he wouldn't have to trade the stolen photos with Gin!

So this is all Holy Wine's fault, he brought this upon himself!

It was obvious that he had already knelt at Vin's feet like a drowned mangy dog ​​that day, crying and begging him to lend him money to pay off his debts - the people in the casino had threatened that if he didn't pay back the money within three days, they would chop off the fingers on his right hand.

He was just an insignificant low-level member of the organization, who could only make a living by killing people. Cutting off his fingers was tantamount to taking his life.

In the darkness, he couldn't see Vin's face. He knew he was a weirdo, but he still kept the last glimmer of hope, expecting Vin to agree to his request because he had completed the mission in the past.

But Vin didn't even look at him.

The chair was pulled back to its original position, and the tone was understated, but if you listened carefully, there was a hint of doubt.

——"Then why don't you just die?"

When he left, Saeki was still kneeling on the ground like a wooden stick.

The footsteps gradually faded away, and he was the only one left in the dark room.

…

Resentment, anger, jealousy, unwillingness - all the emotions at that time seemed to reappear in him. Saeki's chest rose and fell violently, and after a long time, he suddenly laughed out loud.

Vin, how does it feel to have a piece of your flesh torn off by something that in your eyes is not even as good as a street rat?

It's a pity that he was locked in there and couldn't get out, otherwise I would really like to see how Gin would use the things he handed over...

He was thinking aimlessly when the one-way glass suddenly opened and someone came into the cell.

Saeki's tense body suddenly relaxed after seeing the face of the person coming. He frowned and searched his mind, and then suddenly realized: "You are Scotch, I heard of you in America. What's going on, Gin wants to see me?"

That day, Scotch followed Gin in, and he subconsciously thought the two were in the same group.

Scotch Whisky has a face that doesn't look like that of a killer. He has a gentle and handsome appearance, and his light blue phoenix eyes are slightly upturned at the corners. When he looks at people, he quickly glances at them, and when he raises his eyes again, there is only calmness left.

Saeki has been active in the United States for many years. As a fellow killer, he had heard about this genius who had obtained a code name in just three years. He was envious, but for someone like him who knew the limits of his abilities early on, it was hard for him to muster up the energy to be jealous.

He sat up straight and waited for Scotland to explain his intentions.

The black-haired young man hummed briefly, glanced at him, and said, "Can you tell me the details of that mission again?"

Saeki's eyes rolled around suspiciously. Gin didn't seem like the kind of person who would care about such details, and he didn't know much about Scotland, so it was difficult for him to guess what the other party's intentions were.

He calmed himself down and chose the opening that would be most advantageous to him: "Let me make it clear in advance that I am only following the orders of the Holy Wine."

Scotland stood aside quietly.

"What I said the other day about blowing him up was pretty much the same. But to prevent him from jumping off the building or running away, I fired a shot first."

This is true, but he was not capable enough to guarantee that a shot would hit the head, so "a shot to the chest penetrated the lung, and then a few more bullets were added, but I can't remember the exact number."

"It was too far away. The structure of the factory was not very suitable for sniping. The young policeman even defused a bomb with his last breath."

Saeki sighed heavily, somewhat dissatisfied, "I originally wanted to crush everyone in the entire building, but I didn't expect that only one floor would be blown up."

"Come to think of it, I actually don't know whether he suffocated to death first or the bomb exploded first. Scotland, you are also a sniper, you must know that if you penetrate the deep trachea, you will not survive for more than a few minutes."

There was silence for more than ten seconds before Scotland's voice was heard.

The black-haired young man said softly, "I know."

Seeing that he didn't seem to react, Saeki suddenly remembered something and laughed at himself, "I forgot. Elite killers like you and Gin would have shot him in the head with one shot."

"Only a third-rate sniper like me would fire several shots just in case—"

Before he could finish his words, he suddenly felt a buzzing in his eardrums and his scalp went numb.

Everything in front of his eyes was black and white, and all the blood in his body rushed to his head. His face was hot, as if a basin of hot water had been poured on it. Saeki was unconscious for a few seconds before he regained his sight, staring blankly at the thing that had fallen on the ground.

It was a bloody tooth.

He felt a sharp pain and was in disbelief - Scotland hit him?!

Before he could vent his anger, his collar was suddenly and roughly pulled up, strangling him so much that he almost couldn't breathe.

"Scotland, what the hell are you—?!"

Saeki cursed angrily and tried to pry Scotland's hands apart, but he found that the other person's hands were like welded iron chains and did not budge no matter how hard he tried.

Soon, veins popped out on Saeki's neck, his eyeballs became bloodshot, and his face turned the color of liver. In his extreme panic, there was only one thought in his mind - Scotland really wanted to kill him!

Just when he was two seconds away from suffocating and passing out, he fell heavily to the cold, hard floor.

He had just escaped death and was too distracted to care about anything else for a moment, gasping for breath.

A pair of leather shoes stopped in front of him. Saeki paused suddenly, then slowly raised his head to look over, trembling with his movements.

It was still the handsome face of Scotch Whisky, but in his eyes it looked as terrifying as a murderous ghost.

The young man simply looked at him, his expression as calm as usual: "Did Vin send you to kill him?"

Saeki didn't know why he kept asking a question he had already answered at the beginning, but he didn't dare to disobey him and answered yes tremblingly.

“…Why?”

Saeki was stunned and stammered, not daring to speak.

Scotland didn't seem to be asking him. He seemed distracted, his eyes looking somewhere in the air, his brows wrinkled unconsciously, and he asked again, as if talking to himself, "Why?"

The voice was so low that it was almost inaudible, but it sounded as if it was immersed in great pain and despair, completely different from the cold-blooded killer who was just an inch away from taking someone's life.

Scotland stood there waiting for a long time.

But he got no answer.

…

Morofushi Kagemitsu left the pure white cell and just walked into the monitoring room, he saw Furutani Rei, who was sitting in front of the screen, suddenly stand up.

The blond young man frowned, pressed his shoulders with a very bad look, and moved his lips.

\'The surveillance has been replaced by me. \'

Zhu Fu Jingguang was slightly startled and nodded.

He had thought of this before he went in and had prepared a response in advance, but he didn't expect Zero to help him behind the scenes, thus avoiding a possible confrontation with Gin.

...Which also means that Zero also heard those words.

Morofushi Jingguang didn't know what to say, so he could only whisper "I'm sorry."

“…”

Furiya Rei said nothing, took a deep breath, and clenched his fist uncontrollably. He walked aside in silence, not wanting his friend to see the doubt and struggle in his eyes.

The buzzing sound of a vibrating cell phone broke the silence.

He clicked on the text message, which contained only two short lines, but Zhu Fu Jingguang stared at it blankly for a long while.

It was Furuya Rei who came to his senses first and asked, "What happened?"

“…”

Morofu Kagemitsu put away his phone and walked towards the exit. He stopped when he passed by Furutani Rei, and there was not a trace of extra emotion in his eyes.

"He's back."

Fūya Reizuki froze.

I knew whose name it was without him saying it.

For both of them, it was a cruel tacit understanding.