Chapter 2: Just say so
I got into the car obediently.
The person sitting in the driver's seat and responsible for driving was the person I decided to secretly take revenge on, my colleague Vodka. Although it is a Russian specialty name, he is not Russian. But since the name of this Russian liquor makes me feel quite friendly, I don’t have much objection to it.
Even if the other person says something wrong, I usually retaliate immediately, so I can treat people calmly every time.
As for the person sitting in the passenger seat who just arrived in time to save me...it's my nominal and de facto guardian, Gin. When other people are around, I am used to calling people Gin Boss, because he is also considered my boss and is in charge of me. But I usually only need to follow the BOSS's orders to complete tasks.
And just now I told Vodka that I was the true love of the gin boss... I really didn't lie, I was serious and skeptical.
Although the other party always seems to be very impatient with me, in fact, not only does it not cause any real harm to me, but every time I encounter danger, he will appear to save me as soon as possible, even if He is not with me at all, and he may even temporarily interrupt to save me if he has a task at hand.
And this situation...has been going on for eight years.
When I first met Mr. Gin, I was ten years old, and I gave him Rum and asked him to lead me for a while, because the second-in-command of the previous organization who led me was bald. The gin boss at that time had just received his code name, and he seemed to be a cold-blooded killer who looked the same on the outside. He didn't give me any preferential treatment and would starve me.
Because he regards wine and coffee as his staple food, he doesn’t know how to take care of children, and he doesn’t even give me food. When I was a child, I was even abused to the point where I was so hungry that I had to chew each other's hair in exchange for normal food.
At that time, I thought that I must leave this guy as soon as possible... Then when I was twelve years old, I was about to be taken over by someone else. As a result, I almost got into a car accident, but the other person saved me with a dark face.
After that, every time I was in danger, he would appear, even when I was in a foreign country. From being trepidatious at the beginning to being full of questions later, I am now extremely confident and feel that I am not only invincible, I can even walk sideways in the organization - except in front of the BOSS.
Holmes said it well, after all impossibilities have been eliminated, whatever remains is true no matter how unbelievable it is.
I have quietly pulled out his hair to do a DNA test, ruling out the option that we are related by blood... Then what else can be explained except that I am his true love!
Thinking about this, I couldn't help but look at him with a hint of understanding and a little pride.
The other party noticed it, glanced at the rearview mirror, and said coldly: "Stop your stupid eyes!"
"If I am mentally retarded, there will be no smart people in this organization. Can my IQ test result beat 99% of the people in the organization?" I said dissatisfied.
Vodka on the side couldn't hold it back and interjected: "What about the remaining 1%?"
I said warmly: "For the sake of scientific rigor, we can't be so absolute."
Vodka: "..."
"Natsume Natsuki."
When I heard my real name being called, my expression immediately changed and my smile faded.
The speaker just tilted his head slightly and glanced, his voice still had the emotionless and cold tone, his tone was low and full of warning: "If you cause trouble again, I will deal with you personally."
My eyes became subtle, and I turned to look at my reflection in the car window.
In the past, I would tremble for a while after hearing such words... Now, I can only try my best to swallow those words that I can hardly hold back - you are talking nonsense! You love it so much!
Of course I wouldn't say that. I'm not in a bad mood today. I don't need to anger my own people to make myself happy. Besides, when there are outsiders around, I have to save some face for the Gin boss.
Alas, there are really not many children as sensible as me. The gin boss is really lucky.
With this in mind, I moved my position, leaned forward, put my hands around the car seat, put them on the shoulders of the person in front of me, put my arms around the person's neck, and said "yes" in a long tone, Then he continued to pull the person happily, changing from a virtual hug to a real hug, and put his chin on the other person's shoulder.
The silver-haired young man frowned slightly, with a hint of impatience on his face. He reached out and pressed my head and pushed me back, but he didn't express any opinions on the other party's behavior.
I turned to look at Vodka, signaling with my eyes and expression - Look! I just said it! How dare you deny that I am his true love!
Vodka, who was driving the car, glanced here twice, his expression hesitant to speak, but he finally withdrew his gaze and concentrated on driving.
But he was obviously not without fluctuations in his heart.
When Boss Gin went on a mission and asked Vodka to stare at me, he still couldn't help but say: "If it's really true love, then it won't be this way, right?"
"I know what you're talking about." I nodded understandingly, "Boss Gin didn't do anything to me and didn't have a good expression on me. It looked like he was forced to do it. Every time he saved me, he was very unhappy and even gritted his teeth. I know how it feels..."
"..." Vodka was confused for a while and replied honestly, "I don't quite understand."
I didn't answer immediately, but skillfully took out the chocolate-flavored pocky I had hidden in the trunk of the car, opened the door and got out of the car - because the gin boss didn't allow me to eat snacks in his car.
When Vodka saw this, he quickly got out of the car - because he was ordered to keep an eye on me.
"Because he is very resistant." I replied solemnly, holding the pocky in my mouth. "Because I feel that this behavior of caring too much about me is not in line with my personality as a cold killer, so my behavior is so disconnected."
Vodka: "..."
"What's that expression on your face? Can you come up with a second reasonable explanation?" I said dissatisfied, "If I have the fatal handle of Boss Gin, then he must find a way to kill me first, right? No matter what, Maybe protect me.”
Vodka seemed to be convinced by me, but after a while, he found something he felt was wrong and asked: "Cocoa, you have been following Brother Gin since you were very young, right?"
"Well, when I was ten years old." I continued to nibble on the pocky and said vaguely, "I just took care of it for a while, on and off... Later I also stayed with Rum and Belmod. I took it half a year ago After I got my doctorate and came back, I have been staying with Gin Boss. Don’t worry, Gin Boss doesn’t have a Lolita complex or a Hikari Genji complex.”
I was skeptical at first, but when I was a child, he really had a "don't get involved with me, little brat" expression on his face. When I grow up, he will be better and won't reject my intimate actions... What do you think? It's all very obvious.
"Ah... that's right. You are a scientific researcher who is highly valued by the organization, and you were sent to the United States for further study." Vodka showed a stunned expression, and then seemed to remember something, "But before, Cocoa Wine, didn't you say that you had completed your studies ahead of schedule? , should he have come back two years ago?”
Me: "Oh, because the boss of Gin asked me to get a double degree."
Vodka: "...Wait a minute, what did you say you were going to class to study?"
Me: "Ah, that's the cello lesson Mr. Gin signed up for me last month."
"..." After Vodka was silent for a long time, he hesitated and asked, "Cocoa wine, don't you think this is the elder brother trying to find ways to keep you occupied and not bother him?"
"You don't understand." I glanced at him and said seriously, "Really loving someone is not to imprison them but to make them better. Boss Gin was even worried that my skills were not enough. When I finished my studies ahead of schedule They also signed me up for various interest classes, which is of course a sign of love! Look at me, I can now play five musical instruments and can also do abacus."
I said, putting on an extremely confident expression and giving him a firm look.
After Vodka hesitated for a while, he probably couldn't find a reason to refute, so he finally said with difficulty: "Just say it."
I know that vodka has a filter on the gin boss, thinking that he cannot take me as true love. On the surface, he has compromised, but in his heart, he must be criticizing others.
Hum, next time it’s not just sunglasses, I’m going to secretly stuff chewing gum in his hat.
"Speaking of which...who else is on this mission?" I asked about business.
Vodka responded quickly: "Oh, it's Chianti and Cohn."
"Hey...it's them." I suddenly became less interested.
Vodka was stunned for a moment: "Cocoa Wine, do you have any festivals with them?"
"Hmm... no." I felt that just eating the pocky was a bit dry, so I handed the remaining pocky to Vodka and asked him to hold it for me. I went to the trunk of the car and took out the drink, opened it and took a sip, and replied, " It’s just that simplicity doesn’t get along well with Chianti.”
Chianti and Cohen are the other two code-named members of the organization, a sniper duo.
Chianti is also a female member. Her most distinctive feature is a butterfly tattoo on her left eye and heavy makeup. Because when I first met her, I complained that she was dressed too distinctively as a sniper, and she was very unhappy.
And her personality is also prone to irritability, and I am not the kind of person who would give in verbally... This led to us forming a quarrel and dissing each other.
There was nothing wrong with Cohen - he dressed normally, wearing sunglasses and a hat, and was taciturn. I think that's a decent sniper outfit.
Vodka did not deny my words, but showed a hint of agreement.
I saw the clues, took my pocky from the other person's hand, gave him the drink and asked him to hold it for me, and continued to eat snacks: "I know she must be saying bad things about me behind my back...what is it?" ?”
Vodka once again showed a state of hesitation.
I reminded: "If you don't tell me, I will know it from others. But if you don't tell me now, I will bear my grudge against you."
Vodka was silent for a moment and then immediately sold the person: "...Chianti said you are the eldest brother's dog."
"...How did you come to this conclusion? I don't listen to Boss Gin at all!" I said with a surprised look on my face, "No matter how you look at it, it's the other way around, right?"
Vodka shook his head there, looking very busy and sweating profusely.
I noticed something was wrong with the other party's attitude, so I turned around and saw the expressionless person standing over there. After a moment of silence, he called out sincerely: "Ah, Boss Gin, thank you for your hard work."
"The other way around?" Boss Gin narrowed his eyes slightly and sneered, looking at me as if he were looking at a dead person.
I was silent for a moment, not afraid, but walked over and held his arm, looked at him with sincere eyes, and said warmly: "You also know that I occasionally say some angry words."
