When he heard the knock on the door, Curacao felt lucky.
Although the possibility is very low, what if?
If her people found this place and were about to attack it, wouldn't she be able to regain her freedom?
Her idea undoubtedly gave her a glimmer of hope in her predicament, but the first words of the person who came in next directly drove her into despair.
"I haven't seen you for a few days, Curacao."
The appearance of the visitor was very ordinary, but the voice he spoke, as well as the toying with people's feelings in it, was undoubtedly Brandy himself.
"..."
Curacao didn't reply because her mouth was still bound by the bourbon.
"You agreed last time to be my subordinate."
Asakura walked up to Curacao and squatted down. He pressed the cloth strip on her mouth with his hand and gently pulled it down.
The cloth strips were tied very tightly, and Asakura could clearly feel the resistance of the friction when pulling them off.
After wiping his chin, the cloth fell off and rested between the collarbones, looking like a scarf. A large, tight and bloodshot red mark was left near Curaçao's lips.
"He ran away in the blink of an eye, and now..."
"..." Curacao bit his lower lip and did not answer. The agreement last time was just a temporary measure, and now it is impossible to use the same trick again.
"It is impossible for me to betray Lord Rum." As she spoke, her silver hair was messy due to her life as a prisoner in recent days, and her face was inevitably stained with stains.
But the opposite is the eyes.
What is reflected in the beautiful pair of heterochromatic eyes is an unyielding light.
"Really?"
Asakura Ma sat cross-legged in front of her, touching his chin thoughtfully.
"So are you loyal to the organization or to Rum?"
Curacao was stunned by this question. Does this make any sense? If she is loyal to Rum, isn't she loyal to the organization?
Romance
Thinking like this, she didn't rush to answer. She always felt that there were other meanings in it. Brandy didn't seem like someone who asked meaningless questions.
There is such a view because Curacao does not know enough about Brandy’s style.
She heard from Rum how insidious and cunning Brandy was. After all, he fell into the hands of the latter. If Bai Lan was said to be very casual, wouldn't it look like he was incompetent?
After thinking for a while, she affirmed: "Of course I am loyal to the organization!"
This answer would be correct no matter who asked it. If other cadres stood in front of her, they would probably have to give her a chance to prove herself.
"Really, a loyal organization?"
Asakura confirmed to himself again, twitching the corners of his mouth, revealing a smile that looked a little incomprehensible.
"So, between that gentleman's order and Rum's order, you will give priority to the former, right?"
That gentleman is the honorific title given to BOSS by some cadres.
"..." At this time, Curacao felt that something was wrong, but it seemed to be true. For every cadre in the organization, no matter which camp they belonged to, the BOSS's orders had the highest priority.
"Yes."
"Then, I, Brandy, am one person below the organization and below ten thousand people. That gentleman appointed me as the general person in charge of the organization. What I carry out is that gentleman's will."
"In this sense, is Rum also considered my subordinate?"
What Asakura Makoto said is not false. As the second-in-command of the organization, he is indeed one level higher than Rum Gin in terms of hierarchy. However, when it comes to implementation, due to the consideration of decentralization and checks and balances, Gin Others also have the power to control him.
"this......"
Curacao's thinking speed is not slow, and she quickly understood that if she agreed, wouldn't it be equivalent to admitting that she should obey Brandy more than Rum's orders?
Is this word game interesting?
She frowned and didn't answer.
"You're not going to answer, are you?"
Asakura looked at her performance and did not press her. Instead, he turned to look at Bourbon who was sitting on the side.
"How are your injuries? Can you still move?"
Toru Amuro moved his injured leg and said, "There is no problem with basic movements, but strenuous exercise may still have an impact."
"Okay, the original mission is aborted. You can disguise yourself and go find out if there are any unusual events in the area recently."
He sent Bourbon out to investigate the magic.
Bourbon asked: "Abnormal, what do you mean?"
"Ghosts, apparitions, gods and the like."
"???"
WTF? Amuro Toru asked with a dark face, unable to figure out the meaning of Asakura's order.
If there are these things in this world, how could the police in the island country not know about the eight million gods?
Even if he didn't have enough information, given his status, he should have heard some rumors.
Although he was confused, he glanced at the tied up Curaçao and thought that Brandy didn't know a reasonable reason to avoid him.
Judging from the information obtained by Amuro Toru, Rum's confidant and Rum's archenemy, the two of them together would probably have to tell some confidential information that would be inconvenient for him to know.
"Okay, I'll go right away." He changed his clothes and walked out of the room without any hesitation.
After the door closed, Asakura untied the knot on Curacao's body and raised his hand to motion to the chair beside him: "Sit!"
The situation of being able to jump three feet high after being tied up for several days did not happen to her.
After being loosened, Curacao threw the rope off her body and staggered to stand up. However, the long period of binding had paralyzed her limbs. As soon as she was about to exert herself, she fell to the ground without any support.
Regarding her condition, Asakura looked on coldly and had no intention of helping her——
The reason is that Curacao is not close to her and is not obedient enough. If it is Shirley, Kil, or the like here, he will definitely be willing to provide as much help as he can.
After trying twice, Curacao sat down on the chair, gently moved his stiff limbs, and regained his condition in front of Asakura Ma.
Zhen Asakura didn't care that much about her actions. He just placed the dining cart between the two of them and opened the lid to reveal the various delicacies below.
Seeing this, some people may think that Asakura really wants to adopt the strategy of talking while eating, but in fact, unlike Amuro Toru's leg injury, Curacao's hand was injured and he could not hold Taikoo tightly at all.
As for eating without tachyons in Cairo - Asakura Makoto prepared the tableware himself. If he had prepared knives, forks and spoons, wouldn't Curaçao be able to take them.
"..."
"Well, what a pity, you can't seem to eat it."
"..."
Curacao looked at the roast goose, rice cakes, sushi in front of him... and then at the delicious brandy opposite, feeling inexplicably...
Is this really the brandy of the insidious, despicable, despicable, sinister villain Rum said?
Brandy doesn't really think I'll be affected by this, does she? Curacao swallowed subconsciously and dismissed it.
