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)

Walking out of the box, the dim light in the corridor stretched Whiskey's figure very long.

After leaving the nightclub from the back door without stopping for a moment, Whiskey looked at the sunset in the sky, slowing down his pace rarely, and admired it for a long time.

It is indeed a nice day today.

There is a brilliant sunrise in the morning and a gorgeous sunset in the evening. When the afterglow of dusk no longer clings to this earth, a crescent moon embellishes the night sky with its family.

In a bustling urban corner, an abandoned industrial area abandoned by time and time is overgrown with weeds.

An old factory building that used to be home to only mice, but today was so cold that even mice were unwilling to visit, now welcomed a group of crows tonight.

The cold wind blew in, and Vodka, who had a lot of flesh but was not resistant to the cold, wanted to curl himself up into a ball to resist the wind that leaked in from countless unknown gaps.

Gin glanced coldly at the idiot beside him who had told him shiveringly that he was in a hurry to go out, forgot the big temperature difference between morning and evening, and then wore less clothes.

I really want to curse and tell him to get away.

But seeing Vodka shivering from the cold, with even his nose running, he could only look away.

He pretended not to notice that Vodka was getting closer to him and trying to use him to block the wind.

The tungsten filament light bulb that had not been turned on for a long time once again illuminated the factory at night.

The yellow light shone on Gin, giving his silver hair a layer of golden luster.

At first glance, I thought Gin had secretly dyed his hair blonde.

At eight o'clock,

Vodka stared at the time on his phone and reported to Gin tremblingly:

"Brother...it's eight o'clock."

The sniper who was watching from a distance said that he had not seen anyone approaching, and the organization members guarding near the factory also said that they had not seen any strangers in their sight.

As for Toru Amuro and others who were hiding in the factory, they didn't even see a mouse, let alone a living person.

The Duke sat quietly on a chair he had found from somewhere, holding a crystal ball in his hand.

There was no gloom on his face as there was during the day.

Gin glanced at the silent door and took out his cell phone from his pocket.

As soon as the screen lit up, the sound of footsteps came closer and closer, and finally stopped at the door of the factory gate.

The cold moonlight cast a long shadow on the figure. Gin only took a glance, put away his phone, and raised the Beretta in his other hand.

When the gun was pointed at the figure outside the door, only half of the figure was visible outside the door. The person whose hair and facial features were tightly covered also raised a hand.

In the hand wearing a full-finger black glove was a detonator with a red shell.

Sharp color contrast, and under the moonlight and warm yellow lighting.

All members of the organization who could see the gate saw the bright red color held tightly in the whiskey's hand.

"Did Master Whiskey plant a bomb nearby?"

The Duke, who had been sitting quietly, stood up from his chair and fell to the ground the moment he saw the whiskey.

Even though he only saw half of the outline of a figure that was wrapped tightly without even a finger showing, his expression became much gentler.

“If you want to threaten these people’s lives, then you’d better give up as soon as possible.

Right now, in Mr.'s heart, everyone here, including me and Gin, is not as important as you, even if all of them are added together."

"Your birth carries the expectations of the master. He has high hopes for you."

"The master was indeed very angry about you leaving without permission during the confinement period, but it was also due to some reasons.

As long as you go back and admit your mistakes to the master..."

The Duke persuaded in a gentle voice, and his eyes looks at Whiskey with tenderness.

But from time to time, there would be a gleam of anticipation, excitement and other complex emotions in his eyes.

Vodka, who was standing nearby, shivered again for no apparent reason. He thought he was cold because he didn't wear enough clothes, so he quietly moved closer to Gin.

Gin, who was originally closer, took several steps to the side the moment he heard the Duke speak.

His eyes were always on Whiskey's half-figure.

It can be said that I don't want to see the Duke's disgusting hypocrisy at all.

"of course not."

Whiskey listened quietly to the Duke's persuasion and glanced at the ordinary crystal ball in the Duke's hand, which looked no different from those sold in the store.

He first denied the Duke's opening question, and then gave an answer that shocked everyone present the next second.

"To be honest, I also think it's a coincidence that your vision for choosing a meeting place is exactly the same as the criteria I used to choose the location for the arsenal."

Gin's dark green pupils suddenly shrank, and a sharp murderous aura surged out of him.

The devastation caused by the explosion of an arsenal whose specific specifications are unknown will be immeasurable.

But no matter how immeasurable it is, one thing is certain.

That is, since Whiskey deliberately brought it up and put it on the table at this time, the power generated by the explosion of this arsenal of unknown specifications will definitely affect them.

It may even be a fatal threat.

At the same time, the ordinary crystal ball in the Duke's hand suddenly lit up with a layer of light white fluorescence the moment Whiskey finished speaking.

Then, the Duke, with a gentle fake smile and excitement in his eyes, turned cold and confirmed Whiskey's answer:

"What he said is true."

Vodka couldn't help but gasp and looked at the red detonator in Whiskey's hand in horror.

Vermouth, who had been standing in the dark and quietly listening to the conversation between the two parties, could no longer stay.

The tall and beautiful figure gradually entered the lighting circle of the tungsten filament bulb as she moved.

The warm yellow light added a layer of hazy beauty to her delicate and gorgeous facial features, which made Calvados, who was watching the scene through a sniper rifle scope outside the factory, extremely excited.

Two streams of blood flowed out of his nose naturally.

Toru Amuro, who was farther away, did not move. He appeared here as a peripheral member and had a very clear understanding of his current identity.

Therefore, no one saw the complex emotions in his eyes.

The dilapidated factory building, which had not been visited for a long time, was not only leaky, but also empty inside.

Anything that could be sold for money had been completely looted after being searched over and over again.

All that was left was a pile of junk.

For example, the chair the Duke had been sitting on before that had half of its legs missing.

In such an environment, Vodka was shivering with cold, but Toru Amuro was able to hear the conversation between the Duke and Whiskey thanks to the smooth transmission of sound.

His mood also evolved during this conversation, from shock at the beginning to a complicated one now.

A whiskey that is far more important than gin, and even gin himself agrees with this statement.

A whiskey that allows one to admit his mistakes to the boss of the Black Organization and get forgiveness.

A whisky that has the highest expectations and hopes of the organization before it becomes whisky.

Such a person must be one of the true core members of the Black Organization.

One who clearly knows the operating structure of the Black Organization and who is the leader of this huge criminal group.

It existed in the previous life but did not appear in that devastating war. It went dormant and recuperated with the Black Organization.

Never seen the light, unknown to them, silently watching their whiskey.

At the moment of coming to the conclusion, Toru Amuro truly realized for the first time the heavy weight behind the words that Whiskey said to him, Akai Shuichi, and Kotsumu Ran.

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

Do we really want to allow such a person to return to the organization safely?

Suddenly, a deep voice sounded in his mind again.

'Sakura, before you can confirm his position, don't have any expectations or sympathy for him.

You need to treat him as your most dangerous enemy.

And when necessary, get rid of him.'

Would it be better to kill him?

As time passed, suddenly, a gunshot rang out.

Toru Amuro quietly stuck half of his head out towards the factory entrance, and saw a wisp of smoke coming out of the barrel of the Beretta rifle in Gin's hand.

What floated into his ears afterwards was the undisguised sarcasm of Whiskey:

"It seems that anger is harmful to your health. You didn't even hit the target at such a close distance."

Whiskey raised his hand and shook the red detonator in his palm, not paying any attention to his right hand that was scratched by the bullet.

The bullet shot by Gin did not hit Whiskey's hand, but the bullet grazed the side of his palm.

The black full-finger glove that had no defense capabilities was cut open, and even the palm wrapped inside was cut with a bloody mark.

Blood gushed out from the wound and soon soaked the entire palm.

The pain from the wound and the sticky touch on the palm of his hand were not pleasant, but Whiskey did not show the discomfort.

He even continued to taunt Gin with ease:

"It's a pity that you never like to use those coated bullets. Otherwise, if you added some anesthetic, I would have to lie down now."

Feeling the murderous aura emanating from Gin once again, Whiskey repeated his previous request.

"Do you really want to reconsider using a duke in exchange for your lives and my return?"

"Besides, he himself said that my position in Mr.'s heart is far more important than his."

The Duke felt cold all over when Whiskey's eyes swept over him, and even his breathing became lighter subconsciously.

If he had said that he didn't take Whiskey's words to heart before, he would have just thought it was ridiculous.

So at this moment.

At this moment, everyone around was silent, even Gin just held the gun, instead of speaking out in objection or shooting again.

He finally realized that tonight, he might never be able to leave here.

Vermouth watched beads of sweat appear on the Duke's forehead, and the joy in her heart gradually spread to her eyes.

If she hadn't been concerned about Gin's ambiguous attitude next to her, she would have been eager to agree to Whiskey's proposal.

Casualties during missions are a normal occurrence.

As long as we get rid of the relevant personnel and they give consistent testimonies, we can blow up the place and destroy all evidence.

By then, even if that person still had doubts, the matter would have been settled.

Even if we have to investigate, whiskey will be the first to be blamed.

The Duke tried to save himself, but when he took out his cell phone, he found that there was no signal at all.

Just when he was completely desperate, Gin put down the gun in his hand and suddenly said:

"give up."

In an instant, when the Duke looked at Gin, it was as if he saw the love of his life, and his eyes couldn't help but shine.