Chapter 17: This damn desire to win
When I called out the code name, the blond young man sitting there was stunned for a moment, and then quickly smiled: "I think this is the first time we have met, right?"
"Yes." I responded, went over to pull out the chair next to Belmode and sat down next to her. I leaned my elbow on the table, supported my chin with one hand, and said lazily, "I passed the information you received when you entered the organization. hands, so remember.”
And the memory is relatively deep - because the other party's appearance is more eye-catching.
The appearance of a mixed-race person with dark skin and light blond hair has more memory points. I have a good memory, so I naturally remember it all at once.
But I have to say that Bourbon himself is not very photogenic, and he looks better in person than in the photos.
It could also be a temperament issue. The sense of oppression and the vague sense of danger make people unable to help but look at it more.
But Belmode definitely didn’t call me here to recognize someone. She didn’t say there was a third party present before she came...
I looked at Belmode with doubtful eyes. The other party smiled at me and probably noticed my doubts, so he explained lightly: "It happened by chance."
Hmm... that is to say, we originally arranged a time for a one-on-one meeting with me, and then Bobon happened to come over to see someone for something, so we bumped into each other?
Forget it, that has nothing to do with me.
Although I hate meeting new people, Bourbon is not considered a new person, and the probability of being an undercover agent with such a striking appearance should be relatively small... Anyway, there will be no intersection in the future.
I thought about it and thought it was nothing, so I communicated with Belmode directly: "Where is the information?"
Belmode took out a brown paper envelope from his pocket, held it between his index and middle fingers, and handed it over.
I took the envelope, opened it on the spot, quickly read the list, stuffed the letter back and returned it to Belmode: "I understand, I will help, but I can't guarantee that it will be completed or that I will do my best."
After all, this is not my mission. The most I can do is look at Belmod's face and not refuse to move.
"I know, you just need to agree to help confirm it." Belmode was also used to my disclaimer. The smile on his face turned helpless. He took the envelope with one hand and did not stuff it back, but took it out. Lit with a lighter.
This envelope was obviously specially made with a combustion accelerant. A bright flame ignited in an instant, and the flames quickly devoured the paper.
She let go and placed the paper in the ashtray at hand.
After finishing this series of things, Belmod looked at me again, with a bit of ridicule in his tone: "Are you still having a cold war with Gin? Do you need me to give you some advice?"
"There is no cold war. And there is no need. I know very well that no one can give me any advice."
I waved my hand and rejected the other party's "kindness". After all, no one except me and the gin boss himself can understand what our relationship is about, and of course it's impossible to give advice. I don’t think Bellmode can give useful advice either – after all, she didn’t win the gin boss either!
Of course, I can't say it directly. If I say it directly, it will be more troublesome if Belmode becomes eager to win.
Thinking of this, I added slowly: "Besides, I haven't met with the Gin boss very much recently. I have to go to Shirley's place later."
When Belmod heard this, he raised his eyebrows, counted his chin with his long index finger, hummed, and smiled: "Speaking of which... I haven't given you a reward for your promise to help this time."
After she finished speaking, she suddenly came over, put her hand on the back of my head, and kissed me on the cheek.
I struggled symbolically for a while, and after she finished kissing me and released me, I raised my hand and wiped the area where I had been kissed, frowning and said, "Don't do this. What should I do if I leave lipstick marks and misunderstand Shirley?"
The smile on Belmod's face continued: "Isn't that better?"
...Also, Bellmode has always disliked Shirley. It is said that she still hates the house and the bird. She hates the Miyano couple very much.
No, could it be that mentioning Shirley really aroused the other party's desire to win? What's the deal between Belmode and the Miyano family? This is also an unsolved mystery.
After being silent for a few seconds, I pointed to the third person who had been watching the show and said sternly: "Don't be like this. Look, there are outsiders here. What should I do if Bourbon misunderstands that all the girls in our organization are Ji Ji's?" ?”
Bourbon obviously didn't expect that he would have anything to do with him here. After a few seconds of silence, he put on a fake smile and said, "Don't pay attention to me."
"Then you still have to pay attention." I checked the time and stood up, "You probably have other things to talk about, right? Then I won't disturb you."
I looked at Bourbon and said hello and farewell casually as usual: "Nice to meet you. Your hair color is quite beautiful. I like it."
After I finished speaking, I walked directly to the door without waiting for anyone to reply.
As he walked, he took out the makeup mirror from his bag and looked at it, and continued to rub the lipstick marks on his face with his hand - not that he was really worried that Shirley would be jealous, but that it was a bit too eye-catching. It feels like I have come out publicly as soon as I step out.
But... the request for help from Belmode was not difficult, it was a simple matter.
"Although it's not dangerous, I need to use that identity..." I rubbed my cheeks and said, "Forget it, it's time to put that vest online. I don't know what Nana's friends are now. How's it going..."
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Meanwhile, on the other side, at the bar————————
The dim lights of the bar exude a soft glow, and the various wine bottles and glasses on the bar are also tainted with a halo of light. With the low jazz music, the whole atmosphere seems soothing and relaxing.
The atmosphere between the two people sitting in front of the bar seemed to be the same.
Bourbon gently shook the wine glass in his hand. The ice cubes in the glass hit the surface of the glass, making a crisp sound. Cold air rose from the surface of the glass, condensing a thin layer of mist.
He moved his eyes away from the water drops on the surface of the glass and looked at the silver-haired woman beside him.
Belmode's platinum hair was hanging down like a waterfall. Even though her bangs covered part of her face, it was obvious that she was in a good mood. She even ordered the bartender at the bar: "Angel\'s kiss, please. (Give me a glass of angel kiss.)”
Bourbon looked at the wine the bartender took out from the bar, and suddenly guessed the identity of the black-haired girl just now: "Is that the cocoa wine?"
Angel's Kiss is a cocktail based on cocoa liquor. Belmod usually drinks hard liquor. If she suddenly orders such a cocktail that is completely inconsistent with her taste and personality, then the identity of the person just now can be imagined. .
To be honest, Bourbon originally only planned to look for Belmod this time. It was an unexpected surprise that he would meet other members of the organization and members with code names that he had never seen before... and he had often heard of it before. To the one who was rumored.
During his stay in the organization, as a Japanese undercover police officer, he tried to find out as much information as possible. Especially since he was in the intelligence team, Bourbon had already heard the name "Cocoa Wine". Of course, there were not only many rumors about the other party but also various, some even revealed to be outrageous, and Bourbon did not find it credible.
However, with what he said today, he was able to confirm a few of the rumors.
The first point... Cocoajiu herself has a photographic memory and holds more than 50% of the organization's intelligence content in her mind. Although the second half is not clear yet, the first half was immediately memorized from the information Belmod gave her. And it can be seen that Belmode was very relieved and would not raise objections and destroyed the data on the spot;
The second point... The relationship between the other party and Gin can be seen from the conversation between her and Belmod. Considering Belmod's attitude and the kiss just now, I feel that the relationship may even be more complicated than the rumors say.
"Ah, Bourbon, is this your first time meeting her?" Belmod picked up the bullet cup in front of the table - the standard cup for Angel Kiss is the bullet cup, using cocoa wine as the base, with white cream squeezed on top. Garnish with a cherry. It’s called “Angel’s Kiss” because the red cherries on the cream look like the kiss marks left by an angel.
This is a small dessert wine with a low alcohol content, a sweet taste, and a focus on appearance.
Bourbon also raised the corner of his mouth when he heard this: "Well, although this is the first time I have met a real person, I have admired the name for a long time."
This is real.
After all, although Cocoa Wine is quite a technical geek and doesn’t like to meet new people, and his social circle is fixed and narrow, because someone is involved, and the major events that happened are memorable and outrageous, everyone in the organization likes to discuss them the most. Ranked among the top three gossips.
"Well... that child is indeed the center of the conversation." Belmod turned his head and looked at the blond young man beside him, "What's your impression?"
Bourbon smiled and commented: "Judging from the appearance, it is indeed a sweet wine as its name suggests."
The black-haired girl is tall and pretty, but her facial features are not sharp, and her overall temperament is not sharp when she smiles. She also looks sweet and non-aggressive.
When Belmod heard this, he glanced at him and said with some guidance: "Don't try to take advantage of that kid. This is a piece of advice."
Bourbon's expression remained unchanged, his lips parted slightly, smiling slightly, and his tone revealed a sense of quarrel for no reason: "What? Because she is your and Gin's little baby?"
Belmode did not deny this, he withdrew his gaze, and the curve of his mouth deepened a little: "You are right to say that."
Bourbon did not continue to ask, his eyes returned to the wine glass in his hand, and he lowered his eyebrows to hide his thoughtful expression.
Let's not talk about it for now... Belmod has heard no fewer than five rumors about the relationship between cocoa wine and gin.
Although everyone agrees that the relationship between the two is unusual, and emphasizes that Gin has an almost pathological and absolute protection of Cocoa... but the explanations for the relationship between the two are quite different.
Some people say that this is a psychological manipulation PUA, some say that Coco Liquor is a witch who secretly casts a curse to bring down her head, some people have a conspiracy theory that Coco Liquor itself has great value, so Gin does it, and some people say that the existence of Coco Liquor is caused by Gin. The retribution... In comparison, the cultivation of Hikaru Genji and the theory of true love are so normal that they seem unremarkable.
When Bourbon heard these statements, his thoughts ranged from "I didn't expect someone with the quality of gin to have such a hobby" to "It sounds so fake that it's not an act" to "I don't know what the truth is, but Most of the people who spread these rumors have a grudge against Gin."
After meeting the real Cocoa Wine... Bourbon felt that the truth had not been explained, but instead became more confusing.
However, it seems that it is impossible to get an answer from Belmod at the moment.
Bourbon naturally changed the subject: "Speaking of which, what did you ask Cocoa Wine to help you with? Is it related to my mission?"
"It's nothing." Belmode smiled, "I just asked her to help find out some information about the inside of the Metropolitan Police Department."
