Morofushi Kagemitsu, who questioned the authenticity of "loyalty", finally found a random reason to end the conversation with Hasegawa Yu.

As a member of the operations team, he is much busier than some of his colleagues.

Not long after returning to Japan, Zhufu Jingguang received another mission to go to France.

Arrive at the designated sniper point, check the surroundings, set up the sniper rifle, wait patiently for the target to appear, aim, and shoot.

As in the past, Zhu Fujingguang successfully completed the task this time.

"Scotland, wanna go to 5-22 for a drink later?"

In the headset channel, Chianti, who was on the mission together, casually extended an invitation.

"Buzz—"

Along with the invitation came the familiar sound of a cell phone vibrating.

The words of refusal were on the tip of his tongue, but Zhu Fujingguang replied nonchalantly, "Okay."

5-22 is a shabby tavern tucked away in an alley, but it's actually one of the organization's most common bases—there are countless of them in the organization.

Sitting at the bar, Zhu Fujingguang ordered a glass of Scotch and placed it in front of him. He watched the ice ball in the whiskey glass slowly melt without saying a word.

The cold air emitted by the ice ball caused round water droplets to condense on the wall of the cup. After a while, the water droplets slid down and merged with a small pool of water at the edge of the bottom of the cup.

"Buzz—"

"Cohen, can you do this? Give me some drink!"

Ignoring Chianti's shouting beside him, and not looking at the vibrating phone in his pocket, Zhu Fu Jingguang tapped the whiskey glass beside him with his fingers.

The knuckles felt cold and wet, and the ice ball in the cup, which had shrunk a circle, made an inaudible turning sound.

Zhu Fujingguang wiped the water stains on the knuckle of his index finger with his thumb, and moved his head slightly, his gaze from under the shadow of his hood to the wall clock on the tavern.

The hour and minute hands mostly overlap on the number 6.

"Leave."

The man in the gray-blue hoodie stood up and dropped his untouched glass. "I don't have the habit of drinking in the morning."

"Why bother with jet lag for a short mission? It's only 10:30 pm in Japan."

Chianti's voice behind him grew quieter and quieter. Zhu Fujingguang left the tavern, got in the car, and returned to the temporary safe house.

As he expected, there were no new messages on his phone.

After deleting some unread messages and sleeping soundly for a few hours, Zhu Fushigami flew back to Japan.

As luck would have it, on the airport display screen, the numbers 6:30 Tokyo time a.m. were clear and eye-catching.

"Buzz—"

New unread messages have arrived.

Zhu Fujingguang, who still hadn't set up Do Not Disturb, said: "..."

In the next few days, it was as if the "dedicated" person who sent the message was right next to him. His phone was silent while he was working, and only when he finished work would messages come in from time to time.

After thinking about it, Zhu Fu Jingguang turned on the jammer against artificial intelligence.

However, this situation did not stop.

Just a few minutes after I calmly and enjoyably maintained the sniper rifle, my cell phone buzzed again like an alarm clock.

Despite this, Zhu Fujingguang still did not ask a certain person to stop sending messages: "."

After searching around without success, he called his childhood friend, "Did you disclose my daily schedule to Hasegawa Yu in great detail?"

The man with black hair and phoenix eyes emphasized certain words.

"How is that possible?" an incredulous voice came from the other end of the receiver. "Why would I tell Xiaoyou all this for no reason?"

Come to think of it, You Xunran shouldn't be so stupid as to do that.

Zhu Fujingguang hung up the phone.

The new assignment is in Japan, so there is no need to go abroad.

But after the mission was completed, I met Gin.

For some reason, the only person in the organization that Morofushi Kagemitsu dislikes is Gin.

He always ignored other people in his heart, except for Gin, whom he really wanted to shoot.

Of course, on the surface, Zhu Fujingguang didn't let anyone notice anything wrong.

"Gin, what's going on?"

The black-haired man with phoenix eyes asked gently, his blue-gray eyes looking at the killer with long silver hair, lightly and without any aggression, "Is it a mission?"

"Get in the car." Gin said concisely.

Zhu Fujingguang saw a blonde female star in the back seat of the Porsche, "Vermouth."

It seems that this mission is related to the Boss.

Recently, Zero seems to be secretly trying to find out the purpose of her return to China.

"Hi~ Scotland, long time no see." Vermouth leaned back in her seat and greeted.

Zhu Fu Jingguang nodded at her indifferently and sat down in the empty seat next to her.

Seeing this, Vermouth didn't care. She raised her hand to smooth her hair and explained the precautions for this mission, "Same as usual."

Whenever Karasuma Renya is willing to let others know about his trip, in addition to the security he secretly arranges, one of Gin or Vermouth will definitely accompany him in public.

If the place you are going to has a complex personnel structure, you will call in code members like Scotland who grew up in the organization's base to be on guard.

The Porsche's destination was an underground auction house.

Since the success of the APTX-4869 study, the organization has allocated more resources to it, and it has been given priority above all else.

However, there is an annoying side effect - unexplained chronic organ failure.

Even if new organs are replaced, this phenomenon cannot be completely cured.

Shirley explained that perhaps the drug was missing an unknown ingredient. Whether this ingredient was something she hadn't found, or simply something that didn't exist on Earth, was unknown.

Human desires are always endless.

Unwilling to suffer from the side effects, Karasuma Renya revealed the existence of APTX-4869 to a small group of top powerful people.

Without exception, these people have all dreamed of "immortality and eternal youth".

They are not short of money or people, the only thing they lack is time.

Time is something that is equal to all human beings and never favors anyone in particular.

As time went by, no effective progress was made in addressing the side effects.

Just like the families of seriously ill patients in the hospital pray to God and the gods, when reality can no longer offer hope, some people turn their gaze to the ethereal.

Some people regard them as faith and pray normally; while others will gradually go crazy.

The dugong's arrow on Mermaid Island, the stone sculpture that is said to be suffering punishment for eternity, the nectar that can make people immortal after drinking it, the magical spring water that can cure all diseases, etc. have all become the goals pursued by this type of people.

Among the many legends that seemed both real and fantastic, Karasuma Renya couldn't help but send people to Mermaid Island to find out; in the earlier mission at the Beika Building, Bourbon was ordered to buy related items at the auction.

Even the rational Karasuma Renya is like this, let alone others.

The underground auction house we are going to today is said to have "divine blood" that can preserve youth forever.

Due to the organization's strict protection of APTX-4869-related information, even Zhu Fujingguang, who grew up in the organization, did not know much about the specific details.

As for the side effects, he and Zero had guessed that it would probably make people physically weak.

Therefore, these actions of Karasuma Renya...

To be honest, Zhu Fujingguang felt that their boss was old enough to be scammed by pyramid schemes and buy health supplements.

Given that more than one elderly person was defrauded, he maintained an extremely high level of silence.

After all, no matter what, pyramid schemes won’t bankrupt their bosses, so just let it be.

It took about an hour to drive to the destination, and the three people in the car (Gin was the driver) were not the talkative type.

While having nothing to do, Zhu Fujingguang took out his mobile phone (Vermouth was also playing with it).

He skillfully erased the red dot on the unread messages, scrolled back through the chat history, and picked out some of the topics to reply to.

Since the stupid Jinmo couldn't understand the roundabout hints, Zhufu Jingguang thought for a moment and finally chose to directly ask the node problem when Hasegawa Yu sent the message.

The “dedicated” questioner replied almost instantly.

Y: It was a hunch. 'I felt like Senpai might be taking a break,' so I sent him a message.

[Y: Isn't it accurate? Bighead carp stands proudly with his hands on his hips.jpg]

Zhu Fu Jingguang: ...

Zhu Fujingguang narrowed his eyes slightly and typed: Xiaoyou, do you think I am working or resting now?

[Y: Senior, you can chat with me, aren't you taking a break? ]

[Y: I wanted to find a senior before, but I wasn't sure what they were like, so I decided not to.]

Missions like being on guard for the Boss always appear randomly, without any prior notice, and without any pattern.

Zhu Fujingguang couldn't help but recall Granwit's past deeds. Could an intuitive guy do this?

Rather than intuition, it's more like an understanding of him to some extent.

"What is Scotland worried about?"

Vermouth's frivolous voice rang out from the car, "Looks like you're chatting with Bourbon again?"

"It's normal for partners to chat with each other." Zhu Fujingguang let Vermouth misunderstand and naturally muted the screen of his phone.

"I can chat with you too. You've been back home for so long, are you busy with your celebrity work?"

Chrissy Wynyard has no recent public schedule in Japan.

"I'll have to ask my agent about that." Vermouth suddenly felt bored. "Some of the schedules I don't even know myself~"

If she hadn't noticed that there was no romantic spark between Bourbon and Scotland, she would have wanted to say that the pair were gay.

Including the pair of Speyside and Glenlivet.

I guess this is the gay friendship between straight men, and Vermouth felt relieved.

"I see."

Zhu Fujing's lips curled slightly, but the depths of his blue-gray eyes were calm. "It's almost the New Year, and big stars are still so busy. The work must be very hard."

"Ah, who made me meet a boss who doesn't know how to be considerate of women?"

Gin, who was in the driver's seat, glanced at the two of them through the rearview mirror without saying a word.

The Porsche arrived at its destination safely.

Zhu Fu Jingguang took the cloak that could hide his body shape and appearance and the jammer from Vermouth.

His eyes flickered as he watched the cloaked woman carrying a box containing disguise tools into a box.

This underground auction house is full of people wearing the same cloak. At a glance, it is impossible to tell who is who.

Karasuma Renya is accompanied by Gin, and Morofushi Kagemitsu only needs to be responsible for the security outside the venue.

He calmly observed the people coming and going hidden under their cloaks.

Well, let's leave intelligence analysis to Zero.

After everything was over, it was almost midnight, and the silent phone in my pocket had not received any new messages since half past ten.

In just a few days, Zhu Fujingguang, who had completely figured out the daily routine of a good boy, did not go back to the apartment to sleep like he did in France, but went to a bar that was not owned by the organization.

"A Drambuie," he said to the bartender.

Within a few minutes, the bartender served the glass of wine to the black-haired and phoenix-eyed guest.

Staring at the golden liquid in the whiskey glass in front of him, perhaps because the night always makes people do impulsive things, Zhu Fujingguang took a photo of it for some unknown reason.

Without any text, the photo was sent to a person in the chat box.

The next morning, Zhu Fu Jingguang received the reply as he wished.

[Y: I know, I know! Fathead fish raises hand.jpg]

【Y: It’s Durbin Honey Whisky, right? 】

Durabolin, originating from Scotland, is a wine with a taste of honey and vanilla.

As the name suggests, the wine is definitely sweet enough to be called honey, but the 40% alcohol content should not be underestimated.

Zhu Fu Jingguang raised his eyebrows.

Based on his understanding of Hasegawa Yu, he should be someone who is not interested in things like alcohol.

【What else does Xiaoyou know? 】

[Y: Hehe~]

[Y: I also know a drink called Rusty Nail, a cocktail made from Scotch whisky and Durbin honey whisky. I’ve tried it.]

[Y: But I like a higher proportion of honey and whiskey, otherwise... um... pufferfish wrinkled face.jpg]

In Rusty Nail, the general ratio of Scotch to Duroc is 1.5:0.5. When the former prevails, the sweetness of the wine will naturally decrease slightly.

Although the person was not around, Zhu Fujingguang vaguely saw the orange-haired young man's wrinkled face after drinking the normal proportion of rusty nails.

Although he was not used to the taste, the young man was coaxed into finishing the small cup, and then his taste buds were captured by the Rusty Nail, which had a larger proportion of honey whiskey.

Zhu Fu Jingguang closed his eyes and waved away the imaginary images that inexplicably appeared in his mind.

No, he hadn't thought of the rusty nails. It was too... weird.

The phone was still sending messages. The text was clearly in the standard font that came with the phone, but every horizontal and vertical line seemed to reveal an eagerness to try.

[Y: Senior, are you free? My injuries are almost healed, let's have a drink together~ I can mix rusty nails of any proportion.]

[Y: Fathead fish patting chest.jpg]

【Y: Really, leave it to me, senior! 】

Zhu Fu Jingguang: ...

What are you worried about? Do you know what it means to invite someone to drink together in an organization?

I've been living with those three guys, but how come I haven't made any progress in this area?

Zhu Fujingguang fell into confusion.

I can't tell much from their face or tone during the chat, could it be... a honey trap?