The door was pushed open again, this time without incident.
Morohoshi with long black hair and Toru Amuro with blond hair and dark skin walked in from outside one after another.
After the two came in, their eyes glanced at the four people at the bar. Gin, they knew each other; the silver-haired woman must be the silver-haired witch Belmod who has been rumored in the organization for a long time; the one wearing a white rabbit mask and standing behind the bar looked like her body type. Brandy.
So the rest of this...
Even though Pisco was also wearing a mask, the exposed skin on his neck and hands still revealed the fact that he was an old man.
Isn't it a little strange that such an old person in the organization still hangs out in bars? What will his identity be?
With doubts in their hearts, the two of them sat down at the empty seats at the bar one after another. After sitting down, they realized that a glass full of wine had been placed in front of them.
Brandy raised her hand and made a plea: "Drink, this is your destiny."
"Your code name is the name of the drink in front of you."
The two looked at each other and were about to raise their hands to grab the cup, but at this moment, a hand suddenly stopped in front of them.
"Sorry, I didn't take your seats into consideration and put them upside down."
Asakura moved the two cups apologetically, and then stretched out his hand again to signal: "It's okay now, please continue, don't worry about what just happened."
"..."
Ever since the news of Morofuku Jingguang's death was confirmed, Toru Amuro's temperament has changed slightly.
It turns out that as an undercover agent who lurked in, he still had some resistance to crimes that was difficult for outsiders to detect.
This kind of resistance does not come from his subjective consciousness, but from the subtle influence of human's three views after education, and from the unconscious influence at the philosophical level.
Having a kind and righteous heart, but doing cruel and evil things on the hands, the separation caused by the two will cause people to feel a heavy sense of guilt - in layman's terms, this is a torture of conscience.
This kind of torture reached its peak when Toru Amuro believed that he accidentally killed his best friend. After encountering this situation, some people will change their past and wake up, while some people will break the jar and go all the way. black.
Every time late at night, he would wake up from nightmares in frustration, hating himself for not noticing that Jing Guang's behavior was wrong.
In the dream, the bullet slowly shot out from the muzzle of the gun. More than once, he thought that if he was faster, he would be able to reach out and catch the bullet.
However, no matter how hard he tried, the bullet would eventually slip from his fingertips and shoot into Zhu Fu Jingguang's heart.
This was obviously his dream, but in the dream he was even more incompetent than a newborn baby——
Toru Amuro, no, Rei Fukitani wanted to wake up. He was guilty, painful, and desperate. He wanted to escape from the current situation more than once and applied to the Police Department for transfer from the lurking position. But in the end, after waking up from the dream, he Choose to stick with it here.
To him, his best friend has died here. Just like in the long night, when the forerunner holding the fire falls, there will always be someone who inherits his will to light the torch again and illuminate the cold night.
However... no matter what the fire bearers illuminate, reveal, or bring, they are walking towards darkness. When the torch in their hands goes out, even if the successor lights the torch again, They have also been swallowed into the darkness.
Toru Amuro, on the other hand, was burdened with missions, tasks and responsibilities, and with guilt for his best friend, he drifted away in the darkness.
"Rye whiskey, Bourbon whiskey, welcome you to officially become core members."
Brandy clasped her hands together and said.
The other three people, the first one to respond was Pisco - after all, for him, as the chairman of the company, this superficial sense of ritual is very familiar. Every festival, he feeds his workers chicken soup to drink. Chicken blood uses the same process.
As for those two - only people with bad brains in the organization would give a welcome speech and then warmly applaud when recruiting members, right?
Toru Amuro put down his wine glass and looked around at everyone.
"After becoming a core member, will there be any changes in what we need to do?" It was Zhu Xingda who asked first.
"Nothing has changed. Previously, you could leave those trivial matters to peripheral members. When the organization encounters something that requires your action, there will be a message to notify you specifically. As long as the mission does not fail, you can do whatever you want." Asakura answered.
"You can do whatever you want?" Amuro Toru blinked, "Are the core members so comfortable?"
"Of course, these are core members. If they are not comfortable enough, what is the purpose of going through all the hard work to climb to this position?"
"Hmm..." Toru Amuro thought for a moment, thinking about his words, "Gin... doesn't look relaxed at all."
Gin is an undercover traitor who specializes in cleaning up organizations. He occasionally goes out to find money and take on some murder or trading tasks. He is one of the leaders of the black organization and lives like a 996 social animal.
Gin glanced over, and under his gaze, Asakura smiled slightly. Of course, no one could see his expression clearly due to the mask.
"Oh, him, he is different from us. He is purely a personal hobby. It is normal for us not to understand."
