books44 Chapter 299 Subordinates are not allowed to kiss their superiors.
Chapter 299 Subordinates are not allowed to kiss their superiors.
After taking turns to take a series of photos on the theme of "Princess Carrying Bourbon", the four of them quickly blended into the evacuation crowd, thanks to the crowd control skills they had honed during Aunt Fanze's supermarket shopping spree.
The Tokyo Tower returned to calm after the alarm was lifted, leaving only the prisoners being escorted and broken glass scattered on the ground.
Incidentally, Kuromon Haruya had originally left Bourbon safely on a park bench. However, since it was his first time handling a live undercover police officer, he wasn't very skilled and accidentally pressed his finger on Bourbon's carotid artery, causing the poor officer to suffer from insufficient blood supply to the brain and cardiac arrest, and was immediately taken away by the ambulance.
Incidentally, whether by coincidence or not, one of the police officers on duty who was watching outside was utterly shocked by what he saw. This officer also happened to look very much like the henchman of Bourbon who rear-ended the boss's car.
However, none of these thrills were the main point. Under the sweet talk and persuasive tactics of the three, Aunt Hanzawa had completely relaxed and naturally accepted the statement that "as long as you live honestly according to the rules of Beika Town, nothing will happen."
......
sizzle.
The heat melts the fat into amber-golden oil, and the marbled texture of the Wagyu beef gradually turns a golden brown during the Maillard reaction, with glistening juices overflowing and releasing an enticing aroma.
In a semi-open booth in the corner of the barbecue restaurant, Fanze and his companion were exchanging information while their mother was away from her seat.
call out--
Relying on her top-notch agility and dynamic vision, Kuromon Haruya skillfully picked up and replaced the grilled meat slices, placing them on a plate. The whole set of movements was smooth and seamless.
"He almost fell to his death while trying to check the elevator car to save someone... It's really commendable that he went to such lengths."
After listening to the whole story, Fanze Zhenren realized the seriousness of the matter. "The other senior colleagues in the company can't even be called 'kind,' or rather, the three of us are too special."
From initial unfamiliarity to complete familiarity with the organizational style, Fanze Zhenren had long been keenly aware of the special nature of the "Beer Group".
Looking at the other codenamed members, they are either world-renowned elites or highly skilled mercenaries capable of taking on hundreds single-handedly, possessing both experience and talent. But compared to the greater difference, the difference in ability is not so serious—that is, the difference in mindset.
If someone were to say that the trio were codenamed members, or even the kindest people in the organization, Fanze Zhenren wouldn't have complete confidence to refute it.
So far, most of the tasks assigned to them are still within the realm of double-crossing and underhanded dealings, such as "indiscriminate attacks" and "silencing/threatening passersby." They have heard of these grassroots tasks, but have not yet carried them out themselves.
Asagi Minami agreed, saying, "I had a vague feeling about this during the time I worked with him, but because we were colleagues, he didn't make it so obvious. Judging from his hostility towards me for stopping me from taking action against Kuromon, Bourbon should have completely cleared himself of suspicion about your identity and treated you both as innocent civilians."
"That's what makes it even more complicated," Fanze Zhenren muttered discontentedly.
Kuromon Haruya tilted his head: "You've softened your heart?"
"It's not that bad. We're all adults. Joining the organization is our own choice. We just hate this feeling."
Maintaining the same consensus, Asano Minami then began to consider further developments:
"What if it turns out he really is an undercover agent?" Asagi tapped the armrest with his fingertips. "Since we're the ones who found out, according to the division of responsibilities, the three of us should be responsible for cleaning him up."
Fanze Zhenren suddenly choked: "Wait, can we beat Bourbon?"
“At least you guys alone can’t beat them,” Kuromon Haruya added cheerfully, “but Gin will be happy to take care of us and Bourbon together.”
Since Gin got into debt, he's been treating his father like a Japanese person. Even if he's not the main player, he'll definitely pull him in to do the work.
As Vienna pointed out, pursuing Bourbon is a troublesome matter. Given Butbel's combat skills, if Bourbon escapes, he'll be suspected of letting the enemy go, and might even be sent to Thailand by Gin; if Bourbon is truly killed, Sogrid, a reliable experimental subject, will be gone, and the organization's useful tool will be lost...
...Okay, the main thing is that the plot about Bourbon was already arranged, and Haruya Kuromon was too lazy to change it.
"hiss--"
Taking a deep breath, Fanze Zhenren belatedly realized: this wasn't a question of whether he wanted to fight good guys or not, but rather how he could prevent himself from being killed by Bourbon's counterattack if a real fight broke out!
"Let's go on a business trip! Our team can apply for an overseas trip in advance, and then we can pass this on to them! Anyway, the minister is so interested in internal purges, so let's just leave it all to him."
Asagi patted the groaning, head in his hands, on the shoulder and said, "Wouldn't that be considered defection?"
"That's not necessarily a bad thing."
The steps paused.
The two of them opened their mouths wide at the same time, struggling to grab Kuromon Haruya, and looked her up and down with surprise and doubt:
"Eh--"
"Mr. Kuromon, are you serious? I know you have feelings for Minister Qin but it didn't work out, but there's no need to defect so that he'll come after you!"
“If we’re hunted down by Gin and the entire organization, even someone as skilled as Black Gate might not survive. So we’re not that reluctant to take action.”
As they nervously groped him, scratching his face and touching his forehead, Heimen Yaoye felt a chill run down his spine and scurried several meters away.
"Who said I was going to defect! What I mean is, it's not bad to leave this to Gin! Also, Masato, do you think I'm a love-struck fool?!"
Her large, bright eyes, framed by her dark face, were utterly sincere: "Aren't you one?"
"Subordinates are not allowed to talk back to their superiors." The first leader of the rapid response team, rational and clear-headed, gave a sharp look.
But he did not deny that the sudden idea of defection sounded quite interesting.
—I ask you, who can resist the feeling of being pursued all over the world by Gin and Vermouth?
While cruising on a boat in Venice, you might see the face of the gentleman punting beside you concealing the crimson lips of a thousand-faced witch; while hiking through the Himalayas, you might spot the reflection of a top killer sniper scope in the starry night sky.
Enriching the flavor of aperitifs with cyanide, watching a lamp fall from the very center of a Broadway audience... the once-extinct romance is revived amidst death and aesthetics—just thinking about it is irresistible! Even in the darkest nights, you can smell the unique aroma of gin!
"Absolutely...bravo..."
"What makes you so happy, Butber?"
Haruya Kuromon picked up a piece of grilled mochi with her chopsticks: "Of course, it was being hunted down by Gin after my defection. It was practically like a paid vacation, Vodka, don't you think so...?"
"..."
Oh no! My life is over.
"Don't do anything inside the store."
He reached out to stop the "air conditioner" radiating cold air from behind, swallowed the rice cake in his mouth, raised his right hand, and lightly touched his forehead, abdomen, right shoulder, and left shoulder in turn to make the sign of the cross in prayer. Then he turned around with a handsome and proper smile.
Clearly, the prayers had no effect; Beretta's familiar little mouth was peeking out from deep beneath Gin's trench coat, directly at her brow.
But just a second before the "Barbecue Restaurant Shooting Murder" incident occurred, the doorknob of the cubicle suddenly turned.
Click.
Aunt Fanze, carrying large bags, pushed open the door and entered: "Sorry to keep you waiting~ I just passed by and met a little girl who couldn't afford food and asked for help. I took pity on her and lent her 1 yuan, but on my way back I suddenly realized my wallet was missing..."
"Oh, and who is this gentleman?"