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 6

The moment he opened the door and saw Shuichi Akai, Toru Amuro really wanted to hit that damn FBI agent on the head with a door.

However, the expression on his face changed several times, and the urge to hit others surged up and down countless times.

He finally stepped aside and let Shuichi Akai walk into the house holding a ridiculous pillow.

Whiskey, sitting on the sofa, was still basking in the sun in a leisurely manner.

Compared to before, there is only one less steaming paper coffee cup.

Other than that, there is no other difference.

There was no sign of the previous experience of Toru Amuro's semi-showdown, Gin's warning call, and the thrilling emergency retreat.

Looking up at the orange pillow in Akai Shuichi's hand, Whiskey asked with a little curiosity:

"Why did you bring a pillow? You and Amuro Toru should have already revealed their alliance."

The hotel they are in now is not the same as the previous one.

He had confirmed before checking into the hotel that there was no one following him. If Toru Amuro hadn't told him, there was no way Shuichi Akai would have been able to find him.

Placing the pillow casually on the sofa, Shuichi Akai sat directly opposite Whiskey. He did not rush to talk about business, but first introduced the generous treatment of the FBI to him.

Furutani Rei listened to the whole thing with a cold face, and although Whiskey looked serious, his thoughts had already flown away to other places.

After Shuichi Akai finished his introduction and reiterated that they were sincere in wanting to cooperate with him, Whiskey raised his eyelids.

He made no secret of his lack of interest in the content.

"If that's all you want to say, then you can go away."

"Then let's talk about how to dismantle the Black Organization's conspiracy, so that the White Day Building will be safe tomorrow and protect the members of the exchange groups from various countries inside."

Unable to recruit him, Shuichi Akai readily changed the topic.

"What do you know about this, Aoi-kun?"

Whiskey thought for a moment and said:

“Gin will probably send Hikaru Midorikawa to participate, but I’m not very familiar with the rest.

My position in the organization is different from his. He is a pure killer, and I am just a technician in charge of weapons and equipment."

Upon hearing that Kotani Ran might participate in tomorrow's operation, Furugaya Rei felt a little relieved, but he only believed 10% of what Whiskey said otherwise.

During the phone call this morning, he learned a lot of things that Yuya Kazami had not yet found out, and at the end of the call.

The old but powerful voice warned him seriously:

“Ying, 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."

In fact, ever since he learned from Hojo Liansong that whiskey was a young genius who was forced to fall into darkness.

Even though he had been warned, Fūya Rei still couldn't help but feel a bit of pity in his heart.

Behind the pity, some of them come from people like Kenji Hagiwara, Jinpei Matsuda, etc. in the previous life.

This should have been an age of high spirits, but because of a joke played by fate, his life was frozen.

Some of it stems from his unwillingness to die in his previous life.

The victory in the decisive battle, which was achieved at the cost of countless sacrifices, turned out to be nothing more than a fleeting dream.

The darkness is still brewing and growing behind the layers of human figures. The Black Organization, which has drastically reduced its personnel but retained its foundation, hides in deeper darkness.

Continue to operate normally in silence.

He wanted to completely destroy the organization, but after meeting Whiskey, he changed his mind, either out of pity or for other reasons.

Maybe it’s the sentence “I have no name”.

But while standing in the sun, he told him seriously that he liked sunflowers.

Fūya Rei had a new idea.

He wanted to bring this young genius trapped in darkness back into the sunlight.

I want to make those who should shine shine again.

However, perhaps emotions can really blind people's reason.

It was not until he heard Gin's voice on the phone that Rei Furiya truly realized that he had underestimated the danger of whiskey.

The whiskey that made him feel pity for him was never a poor little thing that needed to be saved.

He never needs anyone's pity.

“Gin and Whisky, these two codes both belong to the six major base liquors. The one who can obtain these codes is definitely not an ordinary technician.

The Black Organization was willing to spend two or three years to capture and recruit mechanical geniuses in multiple countries, so it couldn't be that they were just an ordinary technician.

If you still want to hide it now, then your mother may be among the people who will be hurt tomorrow."

Whiskey sneered:

"Officer Amuro is really good at changing the subject. Whether I conceal the truth or not has nothing to do with my mother's safety.

You also heard Gin's phone call. It should not be difficult to figure out how to ensure the safety of the Daytime Building and those exchange groups.

The easiest way is to hand me over."

But, would you do that?

Furiya Rei read these words clearly and unmistakably in Whiskey's eyes.

Akai Shuichi, who knew clearly that Morofushi Keimitsu had fallen into Gin's hands, also understood the unfulfilled meaning in the look of Whiskey when he looked at Amuro Toru.

What a thoughtful and careful whiskey that is good at playing with people's hearts.

Akai Shuichi couldn't help but sigh.

Once you choose to hand the person over, Whiskey will be brought back to the organization.

Not only will their undercover career be cut short and unable to continue, but even Zhu Fu Jingguang, who has managed to save his life so far, will die.

"Don't you want to cooperate? You have to show me your sincerity."

Whiskey looked at Fūya Rei, whose face was filled with anger, and did not have the slightest perception of a weakling who might be beaten at any time.

Feeling at ease as if at home.

"I want to meet my mother alone tomorrow."

Whiskey made his request clear for the first time.

His tone was light, his words were not sharp, and his face even had a sense of comfort and leisure as if he had been basking in the sun.

But both Furuya Rei and Akai Shuichi understood the significance of Whiskey's words.

Whiskey, who had remained silent on the proposal for cooperation, finally showed signs of relenting.

And his next sentence confirmed their guess.

"As long as you can do that, I will give you the intelligence and information you want, and more."

This is a very tempting statement.

However, Furuya Rei and Akai Shuichi did not show much happiness about this.

Having already suffered a setback once, Furutani Rei gave the right to speak to Amuro Toru.

"Aoi-kun, you said I was changing the subject, but didn't you also promise tomorrow?

There are also intelligence and information, which are of unclear direction. Who knows if you will do anything with them. "

Akai Shuichi looked at Toru Amuro, who had become skeptical, with eight hundred eyes on his body, and every eye on him was full of doubt.

After thinking about it, I felt that I could take another route.

Thus, the FBI ace who takes the green tea~warm approach makes a brilliant appearance, forming a sharp contrast with Toru Amuro, whose heart is full of suspicion.

"Toru-kun, I don't think you need to be so suspicious of Aoi-kun."

"Toru-kun, Aoi-kun is not a criminal. You can't treat him like you're interrogating a criminal."

"Toru-kun, I think we should trust Aoi-kun a little more, right?"

"Toru-kun..."

"Toru-kun..."

Listening to Akai Shuichi's series of "Toru-kun", Amuro Toru, who was affectionately called, gnashed his back teeth fiercely.

The sharp eyes slashed towards Akai Shuichi again and again.

I wish I could cut this chatty FBI agent into pieces.

Before they knew it, the topic had turned into a tit-for-tat between Toru Amuro and Shuichi Akai.

Whiskey listened quietly for a long time.

Finally, he suddenly stood up from his chair and politely spoke to Amuro Toru and Akai Shuichi who were looking at him:

"You two can chat slowly. I'm a little tired. I'll go back to my room and rest for a while."

After saying that, without waiting for the two to respond, he stood up and walked towards the inner bedroom.

Toru Amuro blinked, and when he heard the sound of the door closing, he finally realized what he had done before.

It was rare for his emotions to be provoked, and then he was controlled by his emotions. After arguing with Amuro Toru for a long time, Akai Shuichi remained silent.

The two of them began to doubt their previous selves, wondering whether they had suddenly lost their minds or were possessed by some weird creature.

Otherwise, why would they argue so fiercely and forgetfully in front of Whiskey, even forgetting their original purpose?

In the bedroom separated by a wall,

Whiskey said he was tired and needed to rest, but he didn't lie down on the bed. Instead, he walked to the window.

He glanced out the window at the few FBI members in disguise who were in charge of surveillance.

Then he nonchalantly withdrew his gaze and sat down on the clean and tidy bed.

Until nightfall, there was a knock on the door.

Whiskey got up from the bed.

In the small living room with the lights on, a pile of instant fast food was scattered on the table.

This is their dinner tonight.

In addition, there is a stack of information that doesn't fit in with it.

Whiskey saw it, but he just glanced at it and reached into the bag next to the documents and took a cup of brewed coffee.

Open the lid and the rich aroma of coffee hits you.

Logically speaking, as he is seriously injured, it is not suitable for him to consume large amounts of coffee at the moment.

But compared to cold soda, the only alternative to whiskey is coffee.

At least it's still steaming and can warm your hands when you hold it in your hands.

No matter how hard he tried to cover his hands, they were still cold in the end.

But just like basking in the sun through glass, Whiskey covers his hands with coffee not because he likes it so much.

It's just an ordinary habit.

The wound is always slightly itchy during the scabbing stage, but it is much better now than in the previous few days.

Sitting on the sofa, Whiskey took a sip of coffee. The faint hot steam rose from the coffee cup, making his delicate eyebrows and eyes look particularly peaceful.

After getting into a good mood, Toru Amuro and Shuichi Akai quietly finished this dinner which could barely be called a dinner.

Then he spoke again.

This time, there was no mention of any preferential treatment, nor was there any doubt as to whether Whiskey would fulfill its promise and cooperate with them sincerely in the future.

Instead, he was told directly that they had already made preliminary plans for him and Yuuki Sanada to meet privately tomorrow.

The exchange groups from various countries will hold a friendly meeting on the top floor of the Bai Zhou Building at 9 am tomorrow.

During this period, the entire Daytime Building, especially the tallest floor with the best view, will enjoy the highest standards of security measures.

If you want to meet privately, it is best to enter the building in advance as a staff member.

Then a third person will take action and create an opportunity for Yuki Sanada to leave the main venue on his own initiative without attracting attention.

Finally, the goal of a private meeting was achieved.

Whiskey listened to the entire arrangement carefully, and then started to give his opinions the next second after Akai Shuichi finished speaking.

"The meeting place is not available. Let's change it to the sunny greenhouse on the far east side."

Shuichi Akai felt that he needed a reason.

Why give up the vacant private lounge next to the venue and choose the sunny greenhouse on the easternmost side?

Whether it is privacy, security, or distance, the private lounge is the best choice.

“I can’t be in an enclosed space.”

Whiskey reveals his weaknesses quite frankly.

"The organization has a drug specifically for me. If I am in a closed space and they happen to use that drug, I will be powerless to fight back."

Seeing Toru Amuro and Shuichi Akai looking thoughtful, Whiskey looked very relaxed. He took a sip of coffee from the paper cup and said nonchalantly:

"This shouldn't be hard to guess. I didn't join the organization voluntarily. How can they be assured if they don't use some control measures?"

Having said that, without waiting for the two to react, Whiskey turned to raise another suggestion.

"By the way, when you contact my mother, you'd better try another method."

When talking about his mother, Whiskey's eyes naturally showed clearly visible pride.

“My mother is an elite criminal police officer who came from a professional group and has solved countless major unsolved cases.

Your contact methods can be easily seen through by her."

"Then what can you do?"

Thinking that the Black Organization would also target Yuuki Sanada, they might also try to lure her out like them.

Toru Amuro thinks this is an issue that needs attention.

"Help me prepare something later."

Whiskey did not give a direct answer, but gave orders directly.

After hearing this, Shuichi Akai immediately sent a message to the FBI agents guarding outside the hotel without any hesitation.

After some careful discussion, the private meeting for tomorrow finally came to an end.

Late at night, Whiskey, who maintained a routine of going to bed early and getting up early, still turned off the lights in the bedroom early.

The lights were also off in the simple living room, but Toru Amuro, lying on the sofa in the living room, did not have the same relaxed feeling as Whiskey, who fell asleep early.

He looked at the dark ceiling, thinking over and over again about tomorrow's plans and his time with Whiskey over the past few days.

It was not until dawn that he closed his eyes perfunctorily.

The next morning, it was just dawn.

Whiskey and the other two quietly checked out of the room and left this high-end hotel which was less than 200 meters away from the Daylight Building.

The moment I walked out of the hotel door, a ray of morning light penetrated the clouds and shone onto the exterior glass of the Bai Day Building, which was a hundred meters high in the distance.