Ke Xue World: The Confrontation between Black and Red

No one else knows what exactly Belmod and Yamazaki talked about.

All we know is that after this meeting, Belmod never met again before Yamazaki left Neon.

Italy Milan International Airport

After getting off the plane, Toru Amuro was carrying a sports backpack, and his youthful and beautiful pink and white sportswear made him look like a lively underage boy.

After walking out of the passage, Toru Amuro received an email as soon as he turned on his phone, with an address and contact number written on it.

dusk building

When he received the news that Bourbon had arrived in Idali, Whiskey had just finished reading the message sent by Belmode.

Rum's confidant, Belmod is actually close to this Bourbon. It seems that the gossip on the forum is not all groundless. There is a bit of friendship between the two people.

Then let him take a look at what is special about this confidant intelligence agent who was newly promoted by Rum, so that Belmod in the game world can take action to pull him out of this turmoil.

40 minutes later, Toru Amuro opened the door to the top floor office of Dusk Building.

As soon as he stepped through the door, Toru Amuro saw Whiskey sitting on the floor in front of the floor-to-ceiling window, looking at the scenery outside casually.

"Master Whiskey, I am Bourbon, and this is the invitation to the year-end dinner that Belmode asked me to give you."

Respectfully holding the box with the crow's mark forward with both hands, Toru Amuro lowered his eyes.

"Put it on the table."

Whiskey said casually, and when he saw Bourbon placing the box on the only long solid wood table in the room, he casually asked:

"Aren't you Rum's confidant? Why would you send something to Belmode?"

Toru Amuro pursed her lips and answered somewhat cautiously:

"I'm just lucky enough to be promoted by Mr. Rum. I'm a junior, and Belmod is the senior after all."

He had just been promoted and didn't have much trust from Rum's confidants, so he naturally had no right to refuse the favors requested by his seniors.

Whiskey, who understood the meaning of Toru Amuro's words, chuckled and asked meaningfully:

"Rum lost my goods, and the last henchman he sent just crawled out of my infirmary. Just in time, you came."

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Amuro Toru felt excited. He raised his eyes and looked at the whiskey. What happened? Could he be your next punching bag? Toru Amuro, who was wondering if he had been tricked by Belmod, naturally showed a trace of confusion on his face, and then quickly covered it up.

Noticing the change in expression, Whiskey couldn't help but admire: Rum's newly promoted Bourbon is really good at figuring out his thoughts.

"By the way, Scotland is your partner. I heard Gin say that Scotland has found a relative in Neon Nagano Prefecture. He has two brothers who are both Neon police officers, and one of them is an undercover investigator of the Neon Police.

As a partner, what do you think about this? "

Whiskey changed his voice and changed the topic.

When asked, Toru Amuro was shocked. Gin is actually related to whiskey?

Then, Toru Amuro seemed to take off his disguise, revealing Bourbon's usual darkness and indifference, and he nonchalantly pulled out a warm smile, with unconcealed ambition surging in his eyes.

"His background in Scotland? I only knew that he was an orphan, but I didn't expect that he actually had two brothers who were police officers.

Scotland, the murderous sniper in the organization, actually has two brothers who are police officers. What kind of hell joke is this? I could laugh at him forever about this news.

If he is really moved by his policeman brother and wants to run towards a bright future, then I will definitely send him on his way. "

Seeing the murderous intent in Toru Amuro's eyes, Whiskey raised his eyebrows with slight interest.

"Aren't you partners?"

Toru Amuro nodded matter-of-factly, and then replied:

"Yes, so for the sake of our partnership, I will give him a happy life. If it falls into the hands of others, it will not be so easy to die."

As if moved by Toru Amuro's words, Whiskey turned over and stood up from the ground.

He looked at Toru Amuro who was thinking this sincerely, reached out and picked up the box on the table, and pressed his index finger on the raised crow mark in the middle of the box.

As the crow's mark sank slightly, a green light began to scan Whiskey's fingerprints.

There was a crisp mechanical sound running, and with a "click", the originally integrated box suddenly opened a gap. Opening the box, Whiskey picked up the invitation card with a black background and gold edges inside, glanced at it briefly, and then threw the invitation and box back on the table.

Toru Amuro quietly watched Whiskey's series of actions and put away his previous emotions.

"Bourbon, are you interested in changing your allegiance?

You see, your code name happens to be a type of whiskey, so you were supposed to be my subordinate. This time Rum lost my goods, and even if he gets them back, he will still be at fault. So, if you are willing to change your boss, I can ask your husband to pay you to me as Rum's compensation for me. "

Toru Amuro's decisive refusal meant that since he had been promoted by Rum to become a senior member of the code name, he would naturally not kick him away and climb to another branch now.

He appeared to be loyal to Rum, but he also secretly revealed that the main reason for his loyalty was that Rum was now the second-in-command of the organization.

"In that case, let's forget it this time. But I really don't like Rum recently. Since his last henchman had two legs broken by me, then you can break off one hand. As for the following tasks, I believe that with your ability, it should be a piece of cake."

After Whiskey quietly listened to Tohru Amuro's words about her loyalty to Rum, he turned his back on him very simply and gave instructions to the door, asking someone to drag Toru Amuro down, break his hand, and then throw him into the infirmary.

Toru Amuro was startled by Whiskey's approach of inviting someone to break his hand with his front foot and breaking his back foot. He subconsciously took a step back. Seeing the seriousness in Whiskey's eyes, he realized that today's hand must be cut off. Toru Amuro accepted his fate and followed the door. The woman in black walked out.

Hearing Whiskey's gentle words from behind, "By the way, he's right-handed, let's break his left hand." Toru Amuro, who had just walked to the door, deeply understood what it meant to be moody as a big shot.

Whiskey is really a more troublesome person than Gin. He can't see a trace of real emotions in this person's eyes, all the emotions shown from the moment they met until now. The word "perfunctory" is clearly written on them.

In the room, watching Toru Amuro leave, Whiskey returned to sit in front of the floor-to-ceiling window, and the door was closed again. There was nothing else in the empty room except a wooden table.

Seeing the rays of the setting sun falling on his body, Whiskey suddenly closed his eyes and asked:

"Seleuther, do you think Bourbon's answer is true?"

An ethereal female mechanical voice suddenly sounded in the empty room.

"Mr. Bourbon's expressions of emotion were in keeping with the rate of his pulse and heartbeat, which Cyril believed to be the truth.

Whiskey lay relaxed on the floor, pillowed on the setting sun, and opened his eyes:

"That's wrong. Bourbon has been lying since Scotland. Scotland and he are definitely not just ordinary partners, and it is impossible for him to kill Scotland."

Even if there is no flaw in the emotions or heartbeat, a lie is a lie, and no matter how nice it sounds, it cannot become the truth.

As for Scotland, a person who in Gin's eyes has a subtle resemblance to him.

Neon Police really sent two incredible people into the organization. Let him see how far these two people can go.

Toru Harimoto Amuro, an ace intelligence agent with A-level authority, established himself under Rum in just four years, and successfully climbed into the core.

Scot Midorikawa Hikaru, an outstanding sniper who gained initial trust from the suspicious Gin and entered the authority promotion assessment.

They are both contemporaries and good friends, and they even worked together in the same organization as undercover agents.

When you truly step into the darkness shrouded by the Crow Army, can you still hold on to your original beliefs?

The leader of the Crow Organization, who is regarded as the biggest target for eradication by countless undercover agents. His real name is Karasuma Renya, and he is the behind-the-scenes controller of Neon's top chaebol, the Karasuma Consortium.

However, Renya Karasuma is just the epitome of countless high-level big shots who long for immortality. Without this one, there would be thousands more.

What will you do when you truly realize why the Raven Legion exists?

The empty room was filled with dusk. Under the setting sun, an indifferent soul who was tired of the world met another person with the light of faith shining in his heart.

In a trance, a face that Whiskey thought he had forgotten resurfaced from the depths of his memory. Those eyes were shining with the same light that was deep in Bourbon's soul.

He has been able to see through people's hearts since he was a child and has learned a lot about playing with people's hearts. For the first time, he was shocked by the faith revealed in those eyes. It was a faith that transcended life. He watched from the dazzling to the silent extinguishing.

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"Why don't you use me as a hostage? Don't you believe that I was also captured by them? If you have a hostage, they will at least put a taboo on you. This is the most tightly guarded place. Without me, you will definitely die when you leave this door.

If you still don’t believe it, then you are helping me by killing me. They captured me just to make me join them and work for them. I have a weakness in their hands. When they react, they will use my family and a large number of people. Life sets a trap, and there is only one way I can go.

If you kill me now, not only will you be able to break the organization's plan, but I will also thank you. Even the police behind you will also thank you. "

The nineteen-year-old red-haired young man sincerely begged the undercover police officer who was about to be taken back.

"I am a public security officer. I have killed many innocent people in order to be an undercover agent. However, now that my undercover operation has failed, I do not need to and will not kill another innocent person."

"Even if I survive and enter the darkness, even if I join the organization and attack the police, even if I create weapons with huge destructive power and take away the lives of countless innocent people?"

Faced with the red-haired young man's questioning, the black-haired police undercover agent did not answer, because a bullet fired from outside passed through his temple, and the blood splattered on the red-haired young man's face, with a calm smile. It was the final death freeze on the face of the black-haired undercover agent.

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Whiskey, who had watched countless lights go out, looked at the scenery outside the window, closed his eyes again, and fell into sleep peacefully.

The lights in the room were quietly turned off, and the mechanical female voice that had spoken before fell silent.

On the other side, lying on the hospital bed where Clemont once lay, Toru Amuro watched with cold eyes as the doctor expertly put a plaster on his left hand, and with his only intact right hand, he took out the mobile phone in his pocket and gave it to Bellmore, who was far away in the neon lights. De made a phone call.

Belmode, who heard the ringtone of the call, looked at the caller's phone, thought about it, and answered the call before the phone automatically hung up:

"Bourbon, at this point you should be focusing on enjoying a special Italian meal. How come you have time to call me? Why don't you come to tell me how delicious the Italian food is?"

Toru Amuro sneered:

"Italian meal? I'm currently wearing a cast on the hospital bed where Clermont lay. If I had known that the information I gave you would result in Whiskey being used as a punching bag, I might as well have given the information to Gin. At least he wouldn't have lied to me. Go to Yidali and deliver whiskey to your door to break your hand."

Listening to Bourbon's accusation on the other end of the phone, Bellmode looked at the manicure he had just done on his hand. After Bourbon finished speaking, he explained:

"Ara, there's nothing we can do about it. After all, the whiskey has been lost for almost two months, and Rum is still hesitant to give us any results. Naturally, Whiskey is not in a good mood.

Besides, why do you think Rum agreed to let you go and help me at this juncture? Isn't it because you can replace Clemont and continue to appease Whiskey?

If I had known, the punching bag before you had both legs broken by Whiskey. I heard that the left leg was broken first. Just after being wrapped in a plaster for a month, the other leg was broken by Whiskey's men. "

She was so frightened that on the day when her second leg was wrapped in a cast, she called her partner Bacardi all night, screaming at him to come and take her away from Whiskey. I can't even keep my hands.

It is said that on the day when Bacardi came to pick up Clermont, the 19-meter-plus strong man sat in a wheelchair and cried bitterly while holding the emaciated Bacardi, who was just 1.7 meters tall. You can continue to stay." He was frightened by what he said and quickly drove out in his wheelchair.

Belmod used Clemont's tragic situation to give Toru Amuro an example and comforted him, and then continued:

"Don't worry, you still have a mission to escort experimental equipment. You will be leaving in two days. Brandy is responsible for that shipment. For Brandy's sake, Whiskey will not attack you again.

Rum will also remember your contribution, which is killing two birds with one stone. "

Listening to Belmod's comfort, Toru Amuro snorted, talked to her for a few words in a leisurely manner and hung up the phone.

This woman, Belmod, could always only listen to half of what she said. This time, he was attracted by what Belmode said in Tokyo, but he didn't expect that a hole would be dug for him here.

But Belmode was right, he had to leave immediately. To prevent Whiskey from saying, "You don't need to use your hands for escort missions, just break your right hand as well."

Then he really sacrificed a lot to escape the ensuing confrontation between Rum and Whiskey.

Faguo,

I heard that Bourbon was tricked by Belmod into giving something to Whiskey, but Whiskey used him as a second punching bag and directly interrupted his left hand and threw it into the infirmary.

Clemont, who was recuperating at Bacardi's residence, laughed happily and shared the rare good news with his partner Bacardi. With a brother in trouble, Clemont felt that his legs felt much better.

Bacardi, who didn't really want to deal with this resentful partner, expressed his knowledge in a perfunctory manner, then watched Clemont happily share with others and continue to deal with the matters at hand.

Why are you happy? Bourbon's brain is much smarter than yours. He left Whiskey early the next morning with the excuse of having a mission.

Unlike you, you would just wait stupidly for him to pick you up.

As a result, he was held back by Diogia, the subordinate of Whiskey, for more than half a month. This fool really foolishly believed the excuse given by Whiskey's subordinate and waited for him to pick him up.

There is no way, he has been too smart in his life, so God sent a resentful partner to cure him.

Listening to Clemont sharing interesting stories about bourbon with Cohen, who also had a low IQ, on the phone, with excited voices from time to time, Bacardi silently reached back and pressed Clemont's broken leg. After hearing After Clemont howled in pain, he continued to process the documents with satisfaction.

The news that Bourbon was deceived by Belmode into giving Yidali to whiskey as a punching bag and breaking his hand quickly spread throughout the organization's forum, and there were many hot posts about the broken friendship between Bourbon and Belmode.

Chianti, who learned the news from Cohen, even created several hot posts overnight to let everyone know the good news.

Even Gin Chianti has not given up on Amway and is determined to be at the forefront of surfing.

There are not many opportunities to see Bourbon, a sinister boy who pursues mysticism, turn over. Even if the one who digs a hole for Bourbon is also the same Belmode that she hates, it does not prevent Chianti from being happy from the bottom of her heart.

Of course, she would be happier if Belmode and Bourbon overturned the car together next time.

A few days later, Morofuku Jingguang, who had completed the mission despite being injured and successfully passed the authority promotion assessment, had just returned to the Tokyo organization base when Chianti walked towards him and took advantage of this unexpired melon.

Lying on the bed in the medical room, Zhufu Jingguang, who was going to rest here for a few days, took out his mobile phone and opened the forum with the latest A-level permissions.

"On the Emotional Crisis between Bellmode and Bourbon"

"Surprise! The plastic sisters broke up just like that, and the reason is actually this"

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Looking at the hot posts floating on the forum, Zhu Fu Jingguang fell into a daze.

Zero, are you still a prominent figure in the organization? I am really ignorant.

Take a look and see what other stories there are about bourbon and brandy. Click to see the bourbon fishing methods and so on.

Toru Amuro, who cared about Dali, didn't know it yet, but his biological child had transformed into a squid in the melon field, and he read all the posts about him in the forum one by one.

And when Toru Amuro hung on his left hand and worked hard to escort the goods from Yidali across the ocean back to Neon, Toru Amuro received a message before he even entered the safe house in Tokyo.

Whiskey's missing batch of munitions exploded into an extremely beautiful fireworks on the high seas under the eyes of a group of organization personnel.