books44 Chapter 155 Vodka, why are you so skilled at it?
Chapter 155 Vodka, why are you so skilled at it?
"...Get the medical and research personnel ready, and I'll take him for a check-up after we return to base."
It's so noisy. Who's so inconsiderate? Can't people chat outside while they're sleeping?
"Refuse to be assigned? Then so be it, let him spend the rest of his life taking over Sherry's research."
That voice... is it Gin? Is he talking to someone?
The cramped cushion forced him to curl up and lie on his side with difficulty, and the space still had a faint smell of pine needles and smoke.
Haruya Kuromon vaguely sensed that he was in some kind of vehicle, but thanks to his excellent driving skills, the slight swaying felt like a cradle, making him drowsy...
zzZ...
The car came to a stop, and the door next to him was opened. An impatient snort was heard, and the person who came in helplessly dragged him out of the back seat by the collar.
Startled awake, Kuromon Haruya tensed up, instinctively ready to deliver a flying kick to the guy who had disturbed his sleep... but he couldn't get the kick out?
Kuromon Haruya tried to move his hands and feet, but the tight ropes binding his wrists and ankles tied him up completely.
"Speaking of which, why was I tied up? I remember I had just gotten Scrooge's kill, and then suddenly someone jumped out of the trunk and attacked. To improve my boss's favor, I pushed Gin away..."
Oh, right, Gin!
He suddenly raised his head, and a pair of dark green pupils met his gaze.
Judging from the sharp killing intent emanating from him, Yoruichi Kuromon suspected that if he made the slightest move, Gin would promptly shoot him.
Struggling to suppress his guilt, Kuromon Haruya put on a stern face and asked seriously, "Gin, what happened?"
After a few seconds of cold scrutiny, seeing that he indeed showed no abnormalities, Gin released the Beretta from his pocket.
"You fell into a coma after the attack. Now stay still and don't move. After you've been examined, I'll interrogate you."
“No problem.” Kuromon Haruya nodded, relaxed her struggles, and let him drag her along.
"Big brother, I've brought my men!"
Vodka led the way into the parking garage, followed by Asagi Narumi, who had arrived unnoticed, along with two employees in black, who were also dragging a stretcher and a trailer.
"Where's the spider? Where is that guy?!"
Gin tossed the keys aside: "In the trunk, his limbs are broken. Don't look him in the eye."
"okay!"
Vodka led his men to the back, huffing and puffing as they carried out a human figure wrapped in a black cloth, struggling weakly.
Looking at Asano Minami's complex and worried expression, Kuromon Haruya smiled gently and raised his hands, waving them up and down:
Good evening, Vienna! Long time no see!
Good evening, you've had a hard day.
Seeing how energetic and vigorous he looked, Asahi sighed inwardly: "Mr. Kuromon is still the same as ever. It seems that Mr. Hanzawa doesn't need to worry."
However, given the frequent accidents he's encountered over the past few days, his relaxed attitude suggests a lack of awareness of potential dangers...
Not wanting to comfort his companion in front of Gin, Asano could only helplessly help lift him onto the medical stretcher and fasten the restraints to prevent him from struggling.
Watching the ceiling move backward with boredom, Gin stood aloof ahead, while Vodka continued huffing and puffing as he dragged the prisoner along. Kuromon Haruya lay in the medical van, belatedly remembering to inquire about the reason for today's emergency operation:
"What is the background of this hostile target? Both Scorpion and Fox are involved, and the enemies are all internationally renowned professional assassins. Has the organization gone to war with some international mercenary association?"
As a "mentor for newcomers" within the organization, Vodka cleared his throat when asked about his sensitive spots, and explained in a kind and amiable manner:
"These guys have been employed by a force called Ark for a long time, making them a rival of the organization. They've had occasional armed clashes with the organization over the years, but these usually happen outside of Japan, so it's normal that you don't know about them!"
Ignoring the déjà vu feeling of being a preschool teacher in her mind, Kuromon Haruya asked the crucial question: "Competitor? In what aspect?"
As he currently understands, the organization has made significant achievements in many areas.
The obvious examples are the brokerage firm behind Vermouth and the smuggling escort services outsourced by various branches of the organization; the hidden ones are the seven subsidiaries he only recently learned about and the robbery side hustle method that Calvados casually mentioned.
The Ark hires assassins like Scrooge, who also hold considerable social standing in reality. If Vodka hadn't explained in detail, Kuromon Haruya wouldn't have known which side he was referring to—this could determine which side's workload would increase dramatically in the future!
“Ah, well…” Vodka looked at Gin for permission, and only after receiving his brother’s approval did he continue, “They are dreaming of defeating that man and achieving the organization’s ultimate goal.”
"Isn't the organization's ultimate goal..." Asagi exclaimed in surprise.
"To reverse the flow of time and bring the dead back to life."
Calmly observing, Kuromon Haruya, his expression somber, asked in a low, hushed voice, "So, these guys are considered the organization's greatest enemies?"
"That's giving them too much credit," Gin commented sharply. "At best, they're just a bunch of fools trying to imitate others; they're nothing compared to the organization."
"Ugh ugh ugh!" Upon hearing this, the spider on the trailer, its mouth stuffed shut, immediately protested by twisting its body.
No, I just wanted to get rid of Phantom Thief Kid! I have absolutely no interest in reviving the dead!
"Shut up! Do you have the right to interrupt when your brother is talking?" Vodka, along with three men who seemed to be his underlings, kicked each of them.
This guy keeps whimpering and whimpering; he definitely didn't say anything nice! If it weren't for my older brother forbidding swearing, he would definitely teach this guy a lesson in the power of the Russian greetings!
"Vodka, check him and then take him to the interrogation room."
Upon reaching this point, the monotonous ceiling, connected by tiles, changes. Bounded by a groove about 5 centimeters wide, the next area is constructed of black marble deliberately painted with a non-reflective coating.
This is a detection passage framed by the entire wall, which Kuromon Haruya has seen in many places—for example, before entering the underground level of Base Two, or deep in Sherry's laboratory, before he personally met "that person" on Christmas Eve—but it is usually only 3 meters long and does not form a corridor.
This is a routine security check to enter the base, in order to prevent anyone with malicious intent from accidentally smuggling enemy listening and surveillance equipment during operations.
Members with codenames enjoy considerable freedom and do not need to undergo self-verification procedures such as "unloading weapons and equipment or tasting liquids" when passing through detection channels, but the enemy does not need to consider human rights and privacy.
—For example, right now.
With a wave of his hand, Vodka, with a skill no less adept than a fishmonger at the market, deftly stripped the spider of its last piece of clothing, leaving it only in its boxer shorts.