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 4

Time passes quickly and never stops for a moment for anyone or anything.

In the blink of an eye, the sun has risen and set four times.

There are only three days left in the seven-day deadline to recover the whiskey.

But Gin and Vermouth's journey to find someone is still stuck at the beginning.

After they had investigated half of the clues, there was no follow-up.

Three living people, including a seriously injured one, disappeared without a trace.

People were sent out one by one, and the intelligence network was laid out layer by layer.

Not to mention Whiskey, even the three peripheral members whose identities had been confirmed were not found.

Gin, who had been sitting there for four days in a row, looked more and more gloomy, and Vermouth looked very haggard.

When Vermouth first received the mission, he thought that the biggest difficulty was how to rescue Whiskey, who was obviously different from the others and was seriously injured, safely from the FBI.

Now she realized how naive she had been.

Whiskey himself is the most unstable factor in this mission.

The busy days have made Vermouth's beautiful golden hair duller. She feels that if this continues, her hair will soon find an opportunity to run away from home.

Glancing at Gin's still smooth and shiny silver hair, which was obviously long and had undergone 18 sets of intensive care treatments, she felt a little jealous.

Why does Gin have such beautiful hair?

How can a grown man have such beautiful hair?

Gin noticed the look in Vermouth's eyes and immediately took it as a sign that Vermouth was having a seizure.

The cigarette lit by the fingertips slowly burns out as time passes.

"Boom boom boom!"

Suddenly, there was a knock on the door in the quiet hotel room.

Gin raised his hand, put out the newly lit cigarette, and pressed it into the ashtray beside him.

Vodka, who had been quietly serving as a background board, walked to the door and opened it. As soon as he saw who was coming, he immediately lowered his head.

Duke?

Gin's eyes flickered when he recognized who the person was, and Vermouth greeted him with a standard fake smile.

"Long time no see, Vermouth, Gin."

The Duke, who had just gotten off the plane after sitting for more than ten hours and rushed here, was treated quite differently.

He gave Vermouth a gentle smile, but when it was Gin's turn, he had a cold face.

Vermouth, who didn't want this kind of differential treatment at all, gave a perfunctory look and then set her eyes on the box in the hands of the person behind the Duke.

The style and specifications of this box...

Vermouth was startled, and then asked:

"Can you find the whiskey?"

"I'm a researcher, you know that, Vermouth."

Vermouth's expression suddenly turned cold.

Seeing this, Gin impatiently took over the conversation and asked the Duke what his purpose was in coming here.

If you can't offer any help, then get out.

As Gin looked at him dismissively, the Duke signaled his men to put the box on the low table in the middle of the sofa.

As he opened the box, he said:

"On the day Whiskey officially joined the organization, Mr. sent someone to take away a control potion from me.

After that, before Whiskey's annual physical examination, I will send the medicine to Butler Karasuma."

Except for the first year's potion which was picked up by Anise Wine and others, the remaining potions were sent by the Duke to the butler Karasuma.

Then it is included as a special item in whiskey’s annual physical examination.

To this day, the Duke still feels that his boss is too tolerant of whiskey.

It would be fine if he was not allowed to borrow it and make some contribution to his experimental project.

As for that control drug, he has developed the third generation with enhanced efficacy, but the other side still only wants the first generation.

It is obvious that the third generation is more effective and can achieve the results that the boss wants.

Now, the person escaped in an instant.

The Duke, who received the order to come for support, thought with some gloating while entering the last password.

"Crack!"

As the box was opened, a row of light blue potions came into everyone's sight in the cold air rising from the bottom of the box.

“This is an inducer specially developed for that control agent.

As long as the mist spreads, the control drug in Whiskey's body that is supposed to take effect on a regular basis will be triggered.

Unless you leave the atomized space, you will remain in the state of attack."

Looking at Gin and Vermouth with cold expressions, staring at the inducer silently.

The Duke kindly explained, thinking that the two of them didn't know the effects of this control potion:

"While the drug is taking effect, Whiskey won't even have the strength to stand up, let alone escape.

Although he would not lose consciousness, it would be difficult for Whiskey to stay conscious under such pain.

It will not affect your arrest of him."

As he spoke, the Duke remembered that he had forgotten to mention something, and he quickly added:

“You don’t have to worry about the effects of the inducer.

During Whiskey's confinement, Mr. arranged for someone to use it on him, and the effect was very good, and Mr. was very satisfied. "

"You didn't come here just for this."

Vermouth has always been good at managing her facial expressions. Even though her heart was extremely complicated because of this information, she still didn't show any of it in front of Gin and the Duke.

And when the Duke finished speaking, she had also sorted out the complex emotions that only she understood.

He then began to think about the real purpose of the Duke's visit and began to test the waters.

After all, if it was just for this, there would be no need to trouble the Duke to come in person.

The Duke did not elaborate, but simply replied:

"Keep it a secret for now. Wait until you catch Whiskey."

After saying this, the Duke raised his hand and closed the box.

Rows of inducers that could pose a lethal threat to whiskey are returned to the enclosed space for low-temperature refrigeration.

Just as he was about to leave, he suddenly stopped.

"By the way, there's one more thing.

When I came here, the boss gave me a hint, saying that we can use this to determine the location of the whiskey."

...

In a not-so-formal hotel in New York,

Toru Amuro and his group checked in using fake identities and generously booked a suite.

The living room table, which should have been used to place tea, snacks, or fruit plates and vases, was now piled with all kinds of parts.

Apart from his pale face, Whiskey didn't look seriously injured. He simply put on a brown sweater and sat at the table with his legs propped up.

In order to facilitate his work, he simply sat on the floor with his legs propped up.

Zhu Fu Jingguang sat silently on the sofa beside him, watching Whiskey put the parts at hand together to form a small bomb with a timer in just a few minutes.

I really want to take out the non-existent handcuffs and handcuff this dangerous person in front of me who is still assembling bombs, bugs, and other things.

Then he was sent to the police station.

However, public security policeman Morifushi Keimitsu can do so, but Middle Eastern killer Midorikawa Hikaru cannot.

Because now they are grasshoppers on the same rope.

This illegal group is composed of intelligence dealer Toru Amuro, Berry Country mercenary Dai Moroboshi, Middle Eastern killer Hikaru Midorikawa, and logistics support Whiskey.

In just three or four days, he committed crimes all the way from a small city near the wilderness area in the north of Berry Country to New York.

Toru Amuro, who became the team leader on the grounds of not attracting attention, relied on his wisdom, whiskey, and the approval of Keimitsu Morobushi, when selecting the mission.

He did not choose those murder missions with high bounties in the black market.

Instead, he took on some small, insignificant tasks that were like bounties.

These days, apart from providing others with some small equipment to facilitate their tasks, Whiskey spent most of his time quietly recuperating from his injuries.

However, except for the time for washing and personal hygiene, there is always someone around him the rest of the time, including when he sleeps at night.

Around five in the afternoon,

Toru Amuro and Shuichi Akai, who went out to complete a mission, returned to the hotel in the afterglow of the sunset.

Toru Amuro, who was leading the group, was dressed casually with a black backpack on his shoulder.

Shuichi Akai, who was walking behind, was dressed like a gangster and always wore a knitting hat on his head.

After entering the door, the two saw the finished assembled whiskey piled directly on the corner of the table.

Akai Shuichi, who walked in later, came to the table first and put the fast food bag in his hand on the table.

By the time Amuro Toru put down her bag and walked over, Whiskey had already opened the bag without hesitation and took out the hamburgers, hot dogs, and coffee inside.

Midorikawa Hikaru, who is known as a kitchen killer, took his portion of fast food and stuffed it into his mouth very skillfully.

After finishing his own portion, Toru Amuro recounted his itinerary for the day, then looked at the pile of whiskey on the corner of the table.

"With this amount, is Aoi-kun secretly taking private jobs behind our backs?"

Since Whiskey refused to tell his code name, he also said that he had no name.

In order to facilitate check-in and travel, before making a fake ID for Whiskey, Toru Amuro asked Whiskey what he liked.

I want to make up a pseudonym related to it.

Whiskey, who guessed the purpose of Amuro Toru's question, was silent for a long time, which was unusual for him. After thinking seriously, he gave a sincere answer.

"Sunflowers, I like sunflowers very much."

This answer later became a name printed on a fake certificate.

——Hinata Aoi.

"Ah."

Whiskey answered in the affirmative.

“Someone is offering a high price to buy the bombs. The demand is huge and there is no limit on the number of people who can accept the order.

I plan to take this opportunity to get a piece of the pie.”

"What a coincidence? Could it be that the Black Organization is fishing? They want to take the opportunity to find out your whereabouts."

After making his position clear, Shuichi Akai directly called the Black Organization by their full name.

“It doesn’t matter, it’s impossible to find me from this aspect.

For these bombs, whether it is the assembly method or the circuit design, I use the usual style of another person. "

"What mission? Why haven't I seen it on the black market dark web?"

Toru Amuro took out a thick laptop from his backpack, opened the dark web and searched, but found no relevant tasks.

Upon hearing this, Whiskey first picked up a stack of newspapers from his feet and pointed his finger at one of the lost and found reports.

Then open your phone and click on the page to enter a chat room.

At the same time he explained:

"The newspaper's description is rather vague, but the translation means that by 3pm tomorrow, we will be buying finished bombs from our peers at a high price.

The top post in the chat room is about the transaction method.”

Shuichi Akai heard something was wrong.

He bought it from his peers at a high price, which means he could assemble the bomb himself.

Such people choose to purchase finished products at high prices, which sounds like they are going to launch a big move in the near future.

Amuro Toru turned his head, and after getting Whiskey's consent, he opened the chat room member column and took a deep breath:

"More than 20 people! Are they going to bomb the FBI headquarters or the White House?

A terrorist attack?"

Zhu Fu Jingguang was also shocked by this number.

Whiskey remained calm about this.

At night, Whiskey, who was still recovering from his injuries, went to bed before nine o'clock.

The person sleeping in the same room with him tonight is Shuichi Akai.

Of course, this point applies to the other three people.

But the nightlife has just begun.

Toru Amuro, Keimitsu Morobushi in the living room and Shuichi Akai in the bedroom all took out their mobile phones and started staying up late.

More than an hour later, Shuichi Akai, who had the support of local forces, was the first to receive a reply.

What Whiskey said was true. There was indeed such a person who bought finished bombs from his peers at high prices through newspaper information.

And the other party's target was none other than a famous building in Manhattan - The White House.

As for why they targeted that place?

The day after tomorrow morning, an elite exchange group from Japan, whose members are all from the police system, will hold exchanges and discussions with police elites from countries such as Japan and Britain on the top floor of the Daytime Building.

Soon, Toru Amuro also received the same information from his own intelligence network.

In fact, exchange groups from various countries have arrived in New York in the past two days, but the formal meeting will have to wait until the morning of the day after tomorrow.

Toru Amuro also knows clearly that the FBI has the most complete information now.

But he didn't want to ask Akai Shuichi for help for the time being.

So, thinking of checking it out himself first and getting some information about the members of his country's exchange group, Toru Amuro called Yuya Kazami.

Then, after reading the member information, Toru Amuro and Keimitsu Morofushi couldn't sleep all night.

The next day, Whiskey, who maintained a good schedule, saw the undercover trio in the living room. They looked normal but slightly tired.

After a good night's sleep, he looked carefully and said:

"Did you steal last night?"

The three people who were surprised to find that Whiskey was so sharp thought for two seconds, and then Amuro Toru started to talk nonsense first:

"Last night, my informant discovered that there were people from the Black Organization active nearby. Although we later discovered that they were not targeting us, I am still a little worried."

"Amuro tossed and turned all night holding his phone and couldn't sleep. The noise kept me awake too."

The Middle Eastern killer's tone was very complaining.

Shuichi Akai, who lived in the same room with Whiskey, thought about it and decided to put the blame on the pillow.

"I'm not used to sleeping on that pillow."