Kawakami Tsuyoshi was discharged from the hospital after his injuries were almost fully recovered. It was the day after Bourbon was discharged from the hospital. He did not hesitate to harass Bourbon with the contact information he obtained during the mission.
[Well, Bourbon, I suddenly realized that I miss you a little after not seeing you for so many days. How is your leg injury? ——Cachaca]
The email appeared unread, and Bourbon did not reply to him.
"So, it might be useful to pull him out of the ruins." Tsuyoshi Kawakami thought, "At least this guy's level of betrayal is far different from Belmode."
Suddenly I started to feel guilty.
After all, the reason why Bourbon was tricked was 50% because Tsumugi Kawakami wanted to cause trouble in private, and the other 50% was because Bourbon did not obey his arrangements and insisted on going to the second floor.
Maybe you can be gentler with him next time you partner up.
After sending the junk mail, Kawakami happily walked into the convenience store to buy lemon candies. He had no food for the past few days while he was lying dead in the hospital.
After shopping, he walked around for a while while walking around the corner of the street. Bourbon responded to his greetings.
【Roll——Bourbon】
[Don't be so grumpy, it's not good for wound healing. I hope you won't be lame next time we meet. ——Cachaca]
[It’s purely out of concern, I don’t mean to ridicule you. ——Cachaca]
Then Bourbon stopped paying attention to him, probably because he was too moved to speak.
To be honest, the winery’s internal email system does not have this function.
Because outsiders couldn't use this system at all, the designers never expected that there would be people like Kawakami Tsumugi who were keen on harassing him.
As for whether the network department of the winery will add this function... probably not.
Everyone in the network department is a master of rewinding, and no one wants to work more. As long as the system can be used, they will not improve.
Crossing another street, Kawakami arrived at his destination.
This is a shabby pub, one of the strongholds of the organization where Tsumugi Kawakami once brought Scotland.
Business was bleak, or rather, there was only one bartender there, wiping wine glasses.
This time the bartender was no longer Rum's one-eyed stand-in, but a young man with dyed ginger hair.
"Lemon sparkling water with ice cubes and some mint leaves." Kawakami knocked on the bar, "Hmm... half sugar today."
"Okay," the bartender said.
He took out two bottles of mineral water, concentrated lemon juice, sugar, citric acid, and a packet of baking soda from the cabinet - all unopened.
Then pour half of one bottle of mineral water, add an appropriate amount of lemon juice and sugar, and mix thoroughly; then carefully add baking soda, and pour in the other bottle of mineral water.
"The Sword Comes"
Finally, add a spoonful of citric acid.
Kawakami watched the production process silently.
The bartender quickly tightened the bottle cap, and inside the bottle, the mineral water bubbled violently due to the chemical reaction between baking soda and citric acid.
"It will take ten to twenty minutes, Lord Kashasha."
"Ah, thank you."
The bartender hesitated for a few seconds and continued: "I have completed the task you assigned me, before the police."
He took out two photos from his pocket and showed them to Kawakami.
In the photo, there is the leader of the Hundred Ghosts who is still alive, and the president of Araki Co., Ltd. who died of hatred after exerting his value.
Peripheral members were unable to use the organization's email system, but they could only send Kawakami's letter through other channels.
Therefore, every time, Tsumugi Kawakami checks the work results of his subordinates through direct contact.
Photos taken by an old-fashioned camera.
"Well done, Shirota." Kawakami nodded, "Don't forget to destroy the film and photos."
The bartender's name is Shiroda Kenichiro, and he is one of the peripheral members of Kawakami Tsumugi. He usually does some assassinations, intelligence theft and other activities for Kawakami Tsumugi. It was Kawakami Tsumugi who first introduced him to the organization.
"Okay, Lord Kashasha. Then, here is the information you need about the police."
Shirota took out another document bag from under the bar.
Tsumugi Kawakami unpacked and inspected the goods on site, and he read through five or six pages of information in less than a minute. After reading it, he handed the information back.
"Take care of this too."
"yes."
This information is about the police's movements after the explosion.
As Kawakami expected, during the three days when he was recovering from his injuries, the police used the information obtained by Chiaki Yoshitomo to raid nearly twenty bomb workshops, sales points, and underground flea markets in Tokyo.
Of course, the core channels have not been damaged, which is not a pain or an itch for the winery.
Moreover, there is no Qian Muliangchen among the policemen on field duty.
Of course, Tsumugi Kawakami would not reveal the special nature of Qianki Yoshitatsu to a peripheral member. He just asked Shirota to record all the police officers who showed their faces.
It cannot be ruled out that he failed to recover from his injuries, but Kawakami is leaning toward another possibility: that Chiaki Yoshitatsu was "forced" to die in the line of duty.
In this way, the time for their connection may be delayed, Kawakami thought.
"Continue to observe their movements and contact me if necessary. And, pay attention to safety."
"Yes, Lord Kashasha."
Kenichiro Shirota's cheeks had a strange blush, and he seemed to be overwhelmed by Kawakami Tsuyoshi's unconcerned concern.
After explaining the matter, Kawakami sat at the bar for a few more minutes, waiting for the lemon sparkling water to be made.
The bartender poured sparkling water into the glass, added ice cubes, and added mint leaves. Finally, I felt something was missing, so I stuck a lemon slice on the rim of the cup.
"The taste is a bit sour." Kawakami commented.
Seeing the disappointed expression on the bartender's face, he added: "But the half-sugar should be a little more sour, and overall it's pretty good."
"Then do you need to take the rest with you?" Shirota asked tentatively.
"Ah, no need."
After drinking the lemon sparkling water, Kawakami left his seat in front of the bar.
"Try the rest for yourself, Shirota. A good bartender must learn to make the flavors you like.
By the way, one more thing. I may need to borrow your site for the next two days. "
The glass door opened and closed, and the bartender was left alone in this crowded bar.
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Just as Kawakamiji thought, Qian Muyangchen received a death report, which was his own.
Qian Muliangchen was not seriously injured. In fact, the day after returning from the bomb factory, he asked to be discharged.
The nurse at the hospital stopped him with a look of embarrassment. Qianmu Liangchen didn't force himself to break in. He just looked at the nurse silently for nearly a minute. When the nurse was about to cry, he gave in and returned to the ward.
The wound on his leg stung, possibly torn, and he lay back on the bed.
Qian Muliangchen contacted the public security liaison officer again.
"So, I'm under house arrest?"
"Not actually."
Ash replied that he already knew that Qian Muliangchen would contact him,
"It's just that at this time, it's not appropriate for you to show up. That organization won't let it go."
Qian Mu Liangchen chuckled.
"In fact, for your safety, we announced to the outside world that police officer Qian Muliang, who searched the fourth section, died in the line of duty in that explosion."
"With your style, I'm not surprised at all."
"Officer Qian Muliang, you can open the bedside table in the ward."
As if he didn't hear Qian Mu Liangchen's sarcasm, Ash continued,
"Inside, there is a report of your death in the line of duty."
