The neon lights are starting to shine, and the night is filled with darkness.
Under the cover of darkness, crows everywhere return to their nests.
Inside the bar.
Gin looked at the empty bar, feeling a little uncomfortable. In the past, Brandy was the first to arrive and take on the role of bartender.
Now that this guy is coming later, he is not used to it.
"Brother!"
But even so, Gin does not need to be responsible for doing those chores himself. Although his loyal younger brother Vodka has a slightly mediocre ability, he is still more discerning at this time.
He immediately took out Gin's favorite drink from the glass wine cabinet behind the bar and poured it for his elder brother.
Let me make a digression at this moment - after a certain incident, vodka stopped drinking alcohol on occasions where brandy might appear.
When Gin was drinking alone.
The door of the bar was pushed open, and Belmode walked in with a mediocre face - she was considered a well-known star. If her true appearance came here, I am afraid that the next moment this bar would be filled with ardent fans who came after hearing the news. Surrounded.
"?"
After entering, she was slightly surprised by Brandy's absence.
"That guy... wasn't the first one to arrive?"
"It's a bit abnormal..." She traced her fingers across her cheeks and said thoughtfully while stroking the fake face.
Next, the cadres of the organization arrived one after another, including Bourbon, Rye, Chianti, Cohen... and so on.
Even Gere, who was filming a program on a TV station, appeared at the scene in disguise by appearing on TV.
In a sense, it can be regarded as a gathering of all members of the organization's island country headquarters.
After some time.
Gin frowned: "Does that Brandy guy want to let us go?"
He glanced up at the clock on the wall and saw that fifteen minutes had passed since the agreed meeting time.
Hearing his complaint, Belmode, who was leaning sideways in front of the table, aimed his cue at the No. 8 ball and responded: "It's okay at this time anyway, isn't it?"
"How about a game?"
The billiard ball fell into the pocket, and Belmod swung the cue beautifully to invite Gin.
Gin ignored her.
After that, about five or six minutes passed before Brandy pushed the door open and walked in.
In front of so many members, he naturally wore a mask.
The brown owl looked around the place and found that he was the last one to arrive, so he said in an apologetic tone as he walked to the bar: "Sorry, sorry, I'm late, because I was delayed due to some things."
"Well..." After entering the bar, Asakura looked at Gin alone with a wine glass in front of him. He raised his hand to hold the owl's forehead and let out a painful "hissing" sound.
"Okay, okay...it seems my status has been determined."
He complained to himself: "The organization's only designated bartender, why can't you do it yourself without me coming?"
Say it.
Asakura Makoto took out the wine glasses with a familiarity, and mixed and poured the wine according to the tastes and habits of everyone present.
However, they didn't pay attention to his complaints at this time. The rest of the people's eyes fell on the stranger following Brandy.
"who is he?"
Gin narrowed his eyes and asked sadly.
However, although his tone was full of murderous intent to draw a gun at the slightest disagreement, there was no obvious movement in his hands——
After all, he also believed in Brandy more than he was suspicious of strangers. If the person in front of him had ulterior motives, the latter would not bring him here.
"Oh, him."
Asakura shook the mixing glass in his hand skillfully and said casually.
"Scotland, our future intelligence minister."
"His job from now on will be to investigate the intelligence of the island country's political bureaucrats and distinguish who can be bribed and who must be eliminated."
"Oh?" Gin was still a little skeptical, but he didn't care much about intelligence matters... If he had, the organization wouldn't have had so many undercover agents in the original history.
And with Brandy in this world line, he doesn't care about such things anymore and concentrates on killing people.
"He's our future intelligence minister?"
Later, it was Bourbon who raised the objection, and the reason for his objection was also very reasonable——
During the bomber incident, Brandy hinted that he would be responsible for intelligence matters, but not long after that... an intelligence minister suddenly parachuted out?
This feeling is like your boss giving you a picture in the workplace, saying that as long as you can achieve certain performance, the position of supervisor is yours, but after you work hard, the company chooses to recruit externally...
Although members of the organization are not allowed to comment on the transfer of personnel, this feeling is still very painful.
"Yes." Brandy replied calmly without feeling any shame about what he said.
After getting a clear answer, as Toru Amuro, it was obviously inappropriate to continue asking questions, so he could only sit down with some indignation.
Seeing his appearance, Scotland, that is, Zhu Fu Jingguang's eyes warmed up slightly despite his appearance, and he felt a little more relaxed.
But in the blink of an eye, the warmth in his eyes subsided and became cold and ruthless again.
Of course, this change in his demeanor cannot escape Toru Amuro's observation.
Bourbon would not take it lightly for those who came from the air to steal his position.
The moment his eyes changed, Bourbon, who had been paying attention to him, suddenly felt an inexplicable sense of familiarity with the person in front of him... as if he had seen this person himself.
However, he didn't have time to grasp what this familiar feeling was.
The coldness in Scotland's eyes erased his only sense of familiarity.
"Where did you find him?"
Belmode put the cue down at the bar, took the drink that Asakura had mixed for her, and asked.
"Ah..." Zhen Asakura pretended to think for a while before replying seriously, "Secrets, secrets make men more masculine, so... I won't tell you."
Hearing these rather familiar words, Belmod raised his eyes and looked at him.
"No...I just feel like you are a disobedient brat."
Asakura didn't answer her question, and Belmod stopped talking and didn't ask further.
This may be a tacit understanding among secretists. If you don't inquire about my secrets, I won't interfere with yours.
Then, it was her questioning that revealed the fact that Zhu Fu Jingguang's disguise was not made by her. In the darkness, there are others who master the art of disguise at Ke Xue level.
"correct……"
While mixing drinks, Zhen Asakura looked at Bourbon aside, "The results of the Scottish investigation will be communicated to you. After the party is over, you two will stay for a while."
"I still have something to explain to you."
