Ke Xue World: The Confrontation between Black and Red

(Not related to the main text, just for fun)

Mini-theater 4: If they had met earlier (Brewery) Part 2

However, they managed to escape from the oil-leaking bus.

Before the joy of escape had time to fade away, the cold wind of early spring brought a sound that made the peripheral elites, including Toru Amuro, feel even colder than the wind.

"FBI, please show us your ID."

Toru Amuro looked at Judy Stelling, who was not far away, holding a gun in one hand and an FBI ID in the other, with a group of people following behind her, all of whom were holding guns.

His eyes subconsciously fell on Akai Shuichi.

Is this your work? It's pretty quick.

The suspected Shuichi Akai stood quietly among a group of peripheral elites. Under the knitted hat that he never took off, he still had the cold face that showed hatred for the world for eight hundred years.

His eyes only glanced at Judy Stelling and then quickly looked away.

Then it fell faintly in front of him, on Whiskey, who was still protected by three or four people and only his back could be seen.

I hope the harvest this time will be worthy of the FBI’s midnight dispatch.

The gambler's nature exuding a unique color in his soul made Shuichi Akai hear a strange loud noise in the distance and then receive an emergency evacuation order.

I discovered that the entire base was busy with this, apparently planning to transfer important items and information, and then seal them up and put them into hibernation.

I took the opportunity to contact the FBI.

The bet is that the base is moving in a hurry, and through a surprise interception, the FBI will be able to obtain important information about the base's external transfers.

And, captured some important people.

Even if he only catches those elite peripherals, it doesn’t matter. One less person means one less competitor.

After seeing whiskey on the bus, Shuichi Akai had another idea.

If they can catch this mysterious person who is suspected to be a codenamed member, then their operation tonight will be a big win.

James, who received the operational support, agreed without hesitation for two minutes.

Compared to Shuichi Akai, who had limited information channels in the base, he knew clearly that the Black Organization's training base would choose to evacuate its manpower urgently.

This was because a forest near the base was suddenly hit by a huge meteorite from outer space, causing a fire.

By daybreak, news of a meteorite appearing in the area will be all over the newspapers on every street corner.

What will follow will be the attention of countless media, the gathering of professionals, and countless eyes.

With too many eyes, something might be exposed inadvertently.

Even if not, the travel of members within the base will be affected to a certain extent.

And such gazes are what the base not far from the meteorite crash site least wants to encounter and what it tries to avoid.

Then, choose to conceal and transfer the existence of the base or some important equipment, information and personnel before attention is drawn to it.

It can be said to be a very wise and effective solution.

However, time is tight and in a rush there are bound to be many things that cannot be thought through.

And this is a good opportunity for them to take action.

James, who affirmed and supported Shuichi Akai's plan, immediately began to mobilize troops and asked the FBI members nearby to carry out the interception plan.

But perhaps because he was too worried about not having enough time and was busy arranging people, James accidentally overlooked one thing.

That is, Judy Stelling has also been active in that area recently.

Therefore, even in the dark night, she could recognize at a glance a tall man in a knitted hat in the crowd opposite her by the illumination of street lights and car lights.

It was her ex-boyfriend who broke up with her in order to go undercover.

The instructor disguised as a tour group leader stepped forward to negotiate, but he never expected that Judy Stein's expression suddenly turned cold after listening to his explanation.

"Oh? That's a coincidence.

A group of poachers we have been tracking recently likes to disguise themselves as tour groups and travel around to commit crimes.

The cars behind are probably together too.

We need to conduct further searches, please cooperate with us."

The tall, blond instructor felt something was wrong.

He looked at Judy Stelling's expression, and even though he didn't find anything unusual, he still used his body to cover himself and quietly gestured backwards to prepare for a surprise attack and retreat.

It was impossible to let this group of FBI conduct a search, not to mention that almost every one of them carried a gun.

There were also a bunch of important equipment and confidential information in the several cars following behind.

If there was any mistake and those things fell into the hands of the FBI, even if he returned alive, death would be waiting for him.

The blond instructor, who had a deep understanding of this, quietly reached for the gun behind his waist after making the gesture.

"boom!"

Before the gunshots rang out, an explosion was heard from the bus that was leaking oil.

Thick smoke and fire engulfed the bus in an instant, leaving only fragmented bus wreckage on the ground.

At the same time, several cars following the bus suddenly started, changed direction, and drove towards the wilderness beside the road.

The rest of the people pulled out their guns and fired as they approached the remaining two or three cars.

Shuichi Akai, who had been keeping an eye on Whiskey's movements, decisively moved towards Whiskey's location.

Then he discovered the four people protecting Whiskey, even the one who was thin, staggering, and had no fighting power at all.

It can almost be said that they are protecting him at all costs, risking their lives.

At this point, half an hour had passed since the inducer was discontinued, and the side effects caused by the other drug had stopped occurring.

Whiskey, who had temporarily escaped from the vortex of pain, was pushed into a dark Ford car by several people around him just as the FBI was about to catch up.

However, before those people got in the car, Toru Amuro, who came out from nowhere, opened the car door first and dragged out a peripheral elite who was shot by someone in the driver's seat.

After occupying the driving seat, he stepped on the accelerator and shifted gears decisively.

Then he drove towards the open wilderness in the distance and sped away.

Sitting in the back seat were Keimitsu Morobushi, whose shoulder was scratched by a bullet, and Shuichi Akai, whose knitted hat had a big hole scratched by a bullet.

The originally dense gunfire behind him became increasingly sparse and quieter as Toru Amuro drove faster and faster, almost taking off.

Until the gunshots could no longer be heard and the only sound left was the car engine.

Akai Shuichi, who was sitting in the back seat, suddenly spoke:

“Hello, I forgot to introduce myself last time. My name is Dai Moroboshi. I joined the organization last year and was recommended to participate in the training camp this time.

Good at fighting and sniping, the current best score is 720 yards. "

Whiskey, who kept silent with his eyes downcast, raised his eyelids slightly and looked at Akai Shuichi who was introducing himself seriously in the back seat.

"and then."

“I saw that your men, in order to protect you and escape, even shot and killed the peripheral member who had already sat in the driver’s seat without hesitation.

Your status must be higher than that of an outsider like me."

Shuichi Akai made no secret of his desire to find a backer and climb up by holding on to that backer's thigh.

When Toru Amuro saw that the people around Whiskey shot at the members of the organization who robbed the car in order to protect him from escaping, and even did not let go of the instructor, he immediately cursed the insidious FBI in his heart.

Zhu Fujingguang, who was busy bandaging the wound urgently, pricked up his ears quietly.

What came in return was a short sneer.

“Those are not my people.

I would only be happy if they all died at the hands of the FBI this time."

"But people like this are trying their best to protect you. This means that your status is much higher than theirs, doesn't it?"

Amuro Toru looked at the road ahead and said with great certainty:

"This adult who has a code name but is unwilling to reveal it to us, even hiding his true identity."

In the silence,

Whiskey used the little strength he had to tear off the half-damaged mask on his face that was visible to anyone.

Then he whispered:

"If the price of knowing my code name is death, would you still want to know?"

The temperature in the car suddenly dropped below zero, and even turning on the heater couldn't save the situation.

After escaping the FBI's pursuit, the black Ford car carrying four people turned back onto the road.

After passing a road sign, I found that if I drove west for more than 50 kilometers, I would reach a city with a permanent population of hundreds of thousands.

As the driver, Toru Amuro decisively changed the original direction of travel.

At this moment, through the car window, you can faintly see the city outline and twinkling lights in the distance.

Whiskey, the questioner and creator of the silent atmosphere, looked calmly out the window into the distance.

Even though the whip wounds on his body, which had been simply treated, were still painful, his expression was still relaxed and at ease.

Of course, this is limited to him.

Knowing clearly what Whiskey said would mean if it was true and not a joke, Toru Amuro was faced with a difficult decision.

A codenamed member who had never appeared in the memory of the previous life, if it weren’t for the difference in the world.

Then this person is most likely the real core member of the Black Organization.

A core member who knew the core secrets of the organization and was not discovered in the decisive battle in the previous life. Then, under heavy protection, he hid in deeper darkness.

If they revealed Shuichi Akai's identity, with the strength of the three of them, they could easily capture and control him.

But if they can gain the other party's trust, then he and Hiro's undercover work this time may be able to reach the core to a level that they have never reached in their previous lives.

The real core is hidden behind the sun, where even the sunlight cannot penetrate.

"Then when I become a code member and gain your approval, will I have the honor of knowing your code name?"

/"At your service, my lord."

The two voices sounded almost at the same time.

However, since Toru Amuro's sentence was quite long, in the end his voice was the only voice left in the car.

Although he didn't say anything, Morobushi Kagemitsu, who heard the hidden meaning in the words of Amuro Toru and Akai Shuichi, raised his head when he heard them.

Through the seat back, he couldn't see the expression on You Xunran's face as he said this while sitting in the driver's seat.

But... after receiving the code name, the loyalty...

Zero, are you placing your bet on this unknown person?

Whiskey didn't say anything.

Toru Amuro on the side seemed to have obtained a code name and began to introduce himself to the whiskey salesman.

"My name is Toru Amuro. I joined the organization last year. I used to be an information dealer operating in the other world.

He is good at gathering intelligence and his skills are pretty good too.

Not sure what to call you? "

Hearing the last question, Whiskey was stunned for a rare moment.

His real name had long been buried in the past by his own hands, so just make up a pseudonym.

Thinking of this, after a long silence, he said softly:

"I don't have a name."

The moment the car drove into the city road, Whiskey looked at the light in the night, looked down at the silver bracelet on his wrist, and suddenly changed his mind.

Play a game with me, three undercover gentlemen.

...

Late at night, Vermouth, who was having a good sleep, grabbed the phone beside her pillow with an impatient look on her face.

However, after seeing who the caller was, he immediately realized that something had happened to the organization.

"Vermouth, I don't care what means you and Gin use, but you must find the whiskey for me within seven days."

Upon learning the news of Whiskey's disappearance, Karasuma Renya was extremely furious. Just from his tone, one could tell how angry this boss of the organization, who usually never showed his emotions, was at this moment.

The brief conversation woke Vermouth up from her sleepiness. She seemed to understand but also seemed not to understand after reading the email sent by Butler Karasuma.

I called Gin immediately.

A few hours later, Gin, who had rushed over from Seattle during the day, pushed open the door of the interrogation room with a cold look on his face.

Vermouth, who arrived half an hour early, sat behind the interrogation table with a cold expression.

On the rack opposite, the training director, who had just been satisfied with his quick arrangements, was now covered in blood and unrecognizable.

There is not a single piece of good meat on his body.

After coming in, Gin was the first to look through the interrogation materials.

"The FBI acted very quickly and the timing was very precise. It would have been impossible to achieve this without a rat passing the message in secret."

Although he deliberately emphasized the pronunciation of two certain words, Gin's eyes rarely failed to flash with his passion for catching mice.

He knew that the first priority now was to find the whiskey.

If they can't find the person or if something happens to them, the master will not let them off easily.

“Whiskey’s confinement punishment was set by the gentleman himself, and the only people who knew Whiskey’s identity were the few people he had arranged.

From the interrogation results, it seems that other people in this base did not know about it.”

Vermouth casually summarized the matter in one sentence: she ordered her men to arrest all the people in the training base and interrogate them one by one.

There is no mention of the manpower, energy and personal connections spent.

"The latest intelligence is that Whiskey disappeared during the evacuation. His location was lost and he was suspected to be with the peripheral members before he disappeared."

"Outlying members? What about those people sir sent to follow Whiskey? Can't they even keep an eye on a seriously injured person?"

Considering that those people were assigned by Karasuma Renya himself, Gin swallowed the waste that was about to come to his mouth.

"Dead, all dead, not one left."