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 3

"All dead? Haha~ that's a coincidence."

Gin chewed over these words, and everyone could hear the sarcasm in them.

But at this moment, the only one who dared to speak was Vermouth.

"It's quite a coincidence. We can only blame those people for their fate."

A sigh of compassion came out of Vermouth's mouth, and all Gin could hear was the word "hypocrisy".

Both of them knew very well that to be assigned by the gentleman personally to be with Whiskey, no matter how capable they were, it was impossible for them to end up with everyone killed.

Even if you can't escape, it's always easy to stay alive and pass on the message.

The FBI came with great force, but they were not here to kill anyone.

Since we know from the undercover agent that the base plans to transfer important personnel and equipment information, the first priority should be to intercept the people and vehicles carrying the equipment information.

There's no need to focus on other things.

What's more, not all of the outer group were trapped inside.

But unfortunately, all the people who followed Whiskey died without exception.

Is it fate, or is it the whiskey that makes these people deserve this fate?

I think even those people who have gone to Sanzu River may not know it.

The spreading thoughts stopped here, and the two people who knew what was going on in their minds simultaneously skipped this topic that had already been concluded.

After all, the person is already dead, there is no point in digging deeper.

Vermouth slowly stood up from her chair, ignoring the two interrogators who were silent and completely regarded themselves as mute.

And the person in charge of the training base, who was hanging on the rack with only one breath left to live.

He walked over to Gin and got back to the topic.

"Based on intelligence from all sources, the whiskey is now either in the hands of the FBI or is with the escaped criminals."

As for whether the person is dead or alive now, Vermouth did not mention it, and there was no need to mention it.

If it were anyone else, the chances of life or death would basically be fifty-fifty.

But Whiskey, the man who could calculate the death of Mr. Death and send him to watch over him when he was seriously injured.

Even if everyone else is dead, this person will definitely survive by any means necessary.

Thinking of this, Vermouth continued:

"It has been confirmed that the FBI has captured some people in this operation and obtained some equipment information that was transferred from the base.

Time is tight, and no more useful information can be found from the secret line for the time being.

As for the people who broke out of the encirclement, there has been no news from those who went to check for the car."

At this point, Vermouth couldn't help but frown slightly.

In order to investigate the intelligence, she mobilized a lot of manpower this time.

But to prevent Rum from hearing the news and guessing something.

And Whiskey's equipment team, who had just swallowed up the church's assets and were in a dormant state of digestion, came over following the scent.

Thus causing trouble.

She didn't dare make too much noise.

Time. What we lack most now is time, and what is most important is also time.

If the whisky is not found within seven days...

Recalling the energy and effort that gentleman had spent on whiskey, as well as some of the information he had obtained from Butler Karasuma.

Vermouth felt that the next person to enter the confinement room and not be able to get out without spending half her life in there would be herself.

"You missed one possibility."

A chilly and cold voice spoke the second after Vermouth finished speaking:

"The locator on Whiskey is broken. Who can guarantee that he will be quiet and wait for the organization to find him?"

? ! ! !

After a moment of stunned silence, Vermouth quickly realized what Gin was pointing at and took a deep breath.

Some things are better not to be reminded, because the more you think about them, the more likely they become.

Just like Vermouth now.

Before, she least wanted the whiskey to fall into the hands of the FBI, but now what she hopes most is that the FBI will be able to recognize the talent and catch the person.

It would be better if he was seriously injured and unconscious, waiting quietly for them to rescue him.

However, Murphy's Law always comes late.

As dusk falls, night is approaching.

Vermouth and Gin received a series of news that had nothing to do with the word "good".

The secret agent did not find any trace of whiskey from the FBI. Most of those arrested were peripheral members, and a small number were inner members who were guarding the equipment data.

Among them, there was not a single red-haired young man who had been injured by torture.

As for the black Ford, it’s not that there are no clues.

But when the car was found, the weathered black Ford had already been transformed by a second-hand car dealer and packed and sent to Seattle.

It is currently sailing across the ocean on a cargo ship.

The used car market in the United States has always been complicated, and many of the cars circulating in the market come from informal channels.

The middlemen in this business are all shrewd people.

Therefore, when asked about the origin of the black Ford and some information about its original owner, the car dealers immediately said they knew nothing.

"waste."

Gin made a personal evaluation of Vermouth's intelligence officers who had been busy all day in concise and highly personal language.

Hearing the metaphor in the words, Vermouth's face turned cold.

Although she really wanted to say "go ahead if you can do it" at this moment, she knew that now was not the time to dwell on this.

By the time this round of negotiations ended, there was no sunlight left in the sky.

The night sky is particularly gloomy tonight, and no star is willing to shine.

In the lighted hotel room,

After changing his clothes, Whiskey faced three undercover agents who asked him for a reason why they repeatedly prevented them from contacting the organization.

Calmly drop a bomb:

"Because I don't want to go back to the organization."

Swish, swish, swish! The three undercover agents all showed shock on their faces.

Then, a gun with the safety off was pointed at his forehead.

"Are you going to betray the organization?"

Toru Amuro, who had previously declared his allegiance to Whiskey, immediately changed his expression and put his finger directly on the trigger, as if he would pull the trigger at any time.

The remaining two who were good at sniping did not draw their guns, but their expressions also turned cold.

He seems loyal, but he is actually thinking fast.

"My Lord, you are testing us."

After a brief thought, Shuichi Akai expressed a different opinion.

Morofushi Keimitsu, who has a taciturn personality, looked at Whiskey, then at Amuro Toru and Akai Shuichi, and chose to stand aside and watch.

Let's see what happens next.

Whiskey asked curiously, "What if I say yes?"

"Then I will hand you over to the organization for disposal."

Amuro Toru answered without hesitation.

"I advise you not to do this, because once I return to the organization, the three of you will become undercover agents."

Amid the indifferent or angry looks of the three, Whiskey added slowly:

"An undercover agent identified by me personally."

"The organization will not believe your one-sided statement."

Toru Amuro, who stood firm on the organization's position, was very excited, and his voice was full of anger.

In response, Whiskey raised an eyebrow slightly.

"You three are just peripheral now. If I say you are, you will be anyway.

Evidence is something the police need to investigate a case.

In the organization, I may not be able to do other things, but it is still easy to handle the three peripherals. "

Hearing the confidence in Whiskey's words, Amuro Toru, who should have been even more angry, became uncharacteristically calm.

"Aren't you afraid that we will kill you?"

Whiskey shook his head slightly.

“Kill me, no matter who kills me, you will all die.

Including those peripheral members who have fallen into the hands of the FBI or not, your instructors, and everyone in that training base.

No one can escape.”

"It looks like we have no choice."

The clever and cunning information dealer put down his gun, very puzzled:

"From what you said before, you should be a trusted senior executive in the organization. Why are you leaving?"

"Because of dislike and hatred."

Whiskey answered sincerely.

"So what are your plans next?"

The mercenary Dai Moroboshi very naturally and quickly accepted the change of his identity from the periphery of the organization to the organization's traitor reserve.

And began to care about the escape that was about to begin, well, which was now ongoing.

"Let's escape from the organization first."

Whiskey supported his chin with one hand, looking relaxed and casual.

"As for what to do in the future, do you have any good ideas?"

Zhu Fujingguang looked at Whiskey's left hand and found that the silver bracelet on his wrist was gone.

I began to doubt whether what Whiskey said was not entirely false, and that he really had the intention of betraying the organization and leaving.

Amuro Toru, who preferred whiskey as a test, thought for a moment and then gave his answer.

“Before I joined the organization, I was an intelligence dealer who had been active in the underground black market of Berry Country for many years, and Zhu Xingdai was a mercenary in Berry Country.

Hikaru Midorikawa used to be a killer in the Middle East.

If you're willing, we can form a team and work in the underground black market for a while."

"Zhu Xingda, what do you think?"

Whiskey looked at Shuichi Akai and asked for his opinion.

"I have no problem with that, but if I stay in Berry Country, will the organization find me?"

Zhu Xing showed a worried look, and expressed his worry in his words.

"You can change to other places, such as Ying, France, Japan, Italy and other countries."

The taciturn Midorikawa finally expressed his opinion.

He also admitted that he would betray the organization along with Whiskey.

"By the way, I don't know what you are good at. Since we are about to form a team activity, we should be open and honest."

A dangerous light flashed in Amuro Toru's eyes.

Knowing that they could not join the organization no matter what, the intelligence dealers who were given protection by the organization no longer concealed their cunning and profit-seeking nature.

"You are seriously injured now. I don't know what bargaining chips you plan to use to exchange for a position as a team member."

Toru Amuro changed his name very quickly, and his attitude changed accordingly. He no longer looked as loyal to the organization as before.

Anyone who saw this would say nothing, what a cunning and fickle intelligence dealer.

“If the value you provide is not enough, then we can only consider you as our first achievement after forming the team.

I wonder how much the Black Organization is willing to pay to redeem you."

The mercenary Moroboshi Dai, who values ​​money, spoke shortly after.

It seems that if Whiskey cannot demonstrate the value of his existence, then their first business after leaving the organization will be to use him to blackmail the organization.

In response to this, the Middle Eastern killer Hikaru Midorikawa nodded.

From the threat maker to the threatened, the sudden change of identity made Whiskey blink in surprise.

“It seems that if I have no value and the organization does not pay the ransom, you are planning to kill me directly.

Aren't you afraid of being hunted down by the organization?"

"It's not like the Black Organization is the only dominant force in the other world."

The tipster spoke in an arrogant tone.

“It used to be like this.”

The Middle Eastern killer spoke calmly and directly.

"If I were afraid, I wouldn't be hanging around in the other world."

The mercenary snorted.

The three of them looked at Whiskey again.

This time, there was only a cold stare.

Whiskey clapped his hands in appreciation.

"I really saw the right person."

He looked down at the pistol that Toru Amuro had placed on the table, but the muzzle was still pointed at him and his finger was still on the trigger.

He spread his hands in front of the three people, and then answered the question that Toru Amuro had asked earlier.

“I’m good at gun modification and maintenance, as well as making some gadgets.

Of course, his skills are pretty good too."

Toru Amuro recalled the scene during the day when he was planning to contact the organization, but just as he took out his cell phone, a dagger appeared on his neck.

Speaking from the heart:

“You are so modest.”

Being able to put the dagger on his neck before he could even react, the speed was incredibly fast.

Shuichi Akai quickly recalled an old incident.

"When did you join the organization?"

"Why, you want to test my age?"

“As far as I know, there was a serial disappearance case four years ago involving multiple countries that lasted for at least two years.

The most special thing about this is that the missing cases are investigated together and treated as serial cases.

Those victims all had great talents in mechanical and weapon modification."

Looking at Whiskey's hands, which were unharmed under the light and had a thin layer of calluses.

Amuro Toru suddenly realized why the torture wounds on Whiskey did not involve his hands and feet.

In addition to not wanting to affect Whiskey's basic actions, it is also because Whiskey is a genius who is good at weapon modification.

Zhu Fu Jingguang recalled the reason that Whiskey had mentioned before that he didn't want to return to the organization.

Is it because they didn't join the organization voluntarily that they hate and despise it?

Whiskey was stunned for two seconds, then he put his hand away and said in a relaxed tone:

“So, I am very valuable.

If you use me to blackmail the organization, they will agree even if the price is 10 billion."

The original guesses and temptations were verified in this way. Akai Shuichi and the other two were happy, but also felt it was a great pity.

To be valued so much by the organization, this person must have a high talent in weapon modification and mechanics.

Unfortunately, it fell into the hands of the organization.