December 12st, the last day of the year, is also a great day for people in Neon to reunite with their families.

On this day, every household in Neon will cook a bowl of soba noodles, which symbolizes longevity and cutting off past worries. They will watch the Red and White Song Festival on TV in the evening, and go to a nearby temple before twelve o'clock in the evening to listen to the New Year's bell. Voice.

And this day is also the day when the crows hidden in the darkness gather together once a year.

At nine o'clock in the morning, the Crow Legion's internal top core cadre meeting-the year-end meeting was officially held.

In a private estate in the suburbs of Tokyo,

Rum, gin, champagne, and brandy, the four of them sat on both sides of the conference table in the conference room on the third floor.

The huge floor-to-ceiling window facing the conference table was blocked by dark green velvet curtains. In the dark space, Belmode stood quietly next to the main seat of the conference table.

The leader of the Crow Legion, Renya Karasuma, whom the organization respectfully calls Mr. Renye, did not appear in person, but participated online like Whiskey.

The wall clock hanging on the wall of the conference room slowly rang nine o'clock, and at the moment the bell rang, the display screen placed on the whiskey's position also quietly lit up.

On the screen, Whiskey's upper body was dressed in a black coat, which rarely conformed to the organization's image. His delicate and sharp eyebrows still showed the familiar aura of indifference.

Watching the whiskey click on the line, the brandy and champagne sitting under the gin and rum looked at each other.

With this posture, it seemed that Whiskey and Rum had not simply broken up before, but this was the first time Whiskey had stepped into the scene.

"gentlemen."

The bells stopped ringing, and everyone stood up in unison and bowed their heads and knelt down to salute the main seat.

"Get up."

Karasuma Renye's strong voice sounded, and everyone across the screen could hear how energetic it was.

Whiskey, who was far away in the Berry Country apartment, turned from his knees to a sitting position, sitting cross-legged on the floor. On the smooth and cold white wall in front of him, the real-time image of the Tokyo Manor conference room was clearly displayed.

As the four Rums sat down again, Renye Karasuma, who was wrapped in a black kimono and looked to be in her forties, glanced at the people at the conference table.

When his eyes passed over the shadow of whiskey on the screen, he paused for a moment, and then moved away again.

According to the previous year-end meeting procedures, Champagne was the first to speak and gave a brief report on the work of the scientific research team this year, followed by rum, gin, brandy, and whiskey.

The last whiskey report briefly ended the equipment team's work report for this year in just one minute.

After the formal work reporting process is over, the next stage comes.

As Whiskey finished speaking, Rum directly spoke to preemptively strike:

"Whiskey, you have stopped the equipment of the intelligence team for more than four months. Now the intelligence work of the intelligence teams everywhere cannot be carried out. It is really too much for you to directly retaliate against the grievances between us and involve the operation of the organization. "

After hearing Rum's hypocritical accusation, Whiskey noticed the silent Karasuma Renye, ignored Rum's existence, and replied to Karasuma Renye:

"Sir, in order to collect the arms from the intelligence team, the equipment team can only reduce the share of smuggling to the outside world. Currently, many established arms dealers are ready to join forces to squeeze out the market we have occupied.

There are also many big customers who are calling to urge the goods. Among them, Major General Thatcher even wants to change the old contract. At present, there is really nothing I can do about the equipment of the intelligence team. "

"There is nothing you can do. Whiskey, you are deliberately retaliating. Three of my confidants were injured in your hands. Clermont broke two legs, Bourbon broke a hand, and Zacapa was shot seven times by you. I was almost stabbed to death. It’s true that I lost your arms, but my best friend Kafka also died because of it.

You stopped the equipment of the intelligence team for half a year, and most of the organization's intelligence tasks have been stagnant or even failed.

Do you want to see the intelligence work within the organization come to a complete halt before you give up? "

Rum pounded the conference table excitedly. Although he was arguing with Whiskey, his words were all about complaining to Renye Karasuma.

After hearing Rum's sincere and high-sounding speech, but not mentioning compensation at all, Brandy lowered his head and stared at the opal cufflinks on his suit with interest, thinking disdainfully:

Haha, wasn't it just that I wanted to be a free hand but accidentally overturned? Whiskey has been suppressed by you for so many years, how could you just turn over like this when you finally get the chance?

Hiss, isn't the heating in this conference room turned on a little low? He's obviously given up his flowered shirt and put on the velvet suit that Omega brought. Why is it still so cold? It couldn't be because of the petty Belmode. .

As for that, isn't it just a slight delay in her reimbursement?

"Ah Qiu...Ah Qiu..."

Brandy's constant sneezes suddenly sounded in the quiet conference room.

Rum spoke generously about his sufferings, but before he could deepen his emotions, Brandy's sneezing suddenly interrupted what he was going to say next.

Rum looked at Brandy who was covering his mouth hard but still sneezing, and thought to himself:

Could it be that brandy is preferred to whiskey? Or maybe the two people had formed an alliance when he wasn't paying attention.

Brandy, who realized that he might have caught a cold, noticed Rum's scrutinizing gaze and knew that he was suspecting that he might be colluding with Whiskey, so he happened to interrupt his next complaint.

How could he stand on the same side as Whiskey? The Whiskey guy always looked down on everyone equally.

Rum just has a very narrow mind and always has calculations in everything he sees.

In front of everyone in the conference room, Brandy simply rolled her eyes at Rum's gaze.

As a result, Rum's previously brewing emotions were suddenly washed away.

Whiskey responded with silence, not saying a word.

Although his purpose this time was not to argue with Rum about the supply of equipment for the intelligence team, it was absolutely impossible for Rum to just let it go.

He paid attention to Karasuma Renye's expression and saw that the expression on Karasuma Renye's face remained unchanged. He knew that the other party was weighing the situation. In this case, don't blame him for dragging others down.

"What does the intelligence operation of the organization have to do with me? I still say the same thing. If I don't receive compensation, the equipment of the intelligence team will be stopped.

If you are not satisfied, you can share it with other departments. If the action team, scientific research team, and logistics team are willing to give up their share of equipment, I have no objection.

But, sir, someone has to bear my losses. "

The other three team leaders who were mentioned were all silent. Gin turned the air conditioner directly on Rum with a solemn look in his eyes; Champagne held the pen seriously and wrote in the notebook as if he had never heard of it, and Brandy carefully studied the craftsmanship of the opal cufflinks. , sneezing twice from time to time.

Rum, who was ignored by Whiskey, was so angry that he turned to look at Karasuma Renye, his eyes filled with accusations.

Renya Karasuma, who said "Get up" from the beginning of the meeting and never spoke again, looked at the shadow of whiskey on the screen and asked:

"what do you want?"

"You should know what I want."

At this moment, what is really standing at both ends of the chessboard is no longer rum and whiskey, but Karasuma Renye and whiskey.

In other words, the goal of whiskey from the beginning was not rum.

Whiskey still looked indifferent and world-weary, but Renye Karasuma suddenly laughed:

"Whiskey, how many years have you been in the organization?"

"Almost eleven years."

The tone of whiskey is bland,

"then who are you?"

Karasuma Renye's tone suddenly changed from gentle to as cold as whiskey.

"Whiskey, I'm the whiskey of the organization."

Renye Karasuma seemed to be very satisfied with Whiskey's answer. He turned to look at Rum and made a final conclusion on the destruction of Whiskey's arms:

"Rum, the value of the arms lost by Whiskey this time is 30 billion berry gold. For the sake of your sincerity in making up for it, you only need to compensate Whiskey 15 billion berry gold.

The compensation for whiskey and rum will be given to you within a month, and the equipment of the intelligence team must be in place after the compensation is received. "

The compensation conditions changed from the original 60 billion plus three confidants to 15 billion. Even though Rum was still aching and dissatisfied, looking at Karasuma Renye's eyes, he still silently agreed to the compensation plan.

But Whiskey snorted simply:

"Sir, you really have an obedient dog."

Rum, who was called a dog, immediately glared at Whiskey. Ever since he took over his father's code name and position, no one had ever dared to call him a dog so bluntly in front of him.

But at this moment, Whiskey didn't express dissatisfaction with Mr.'s decision. If he jumped out now, he would just accept the decision. Maybe the guy from Whiskey would say "I made a mistake. It seems that Mr.'s dog is not very obedient."

Wouldn't that mean that he came to the door to scold him?

Whiskey turned a blind eye to Rum's venomous look. He watched Karasuma Renye regain his previous composure and showed no dissatisfaction with his words. As if he didn't hear him, he suddenly said something meaningful. If you don’t know:

"Thank you for your grace, sir."

Gin, who had not spoken during the brief confrontation between Karasuma Renye and Whiskey, suddenly took off the hat on his head and placed it neatly next to his left hand.

"Gin, what do you want to say?"

Karasuma Renye noticed Gin's movements and asked.

"Boss, Whiskey has been disrespectful to you many times, and you let it go so easily?"

Gin's sudden words made Brandy raise her head in surprise.

???

What is Gin doing? Didn't he always dislike Rum? Why did Rum's Whiskey suddenly stab him in the back at this moment?

Could it be that the information he got was wrong, and Gin had never been on Whiskey's side at all.

Champagne remained unmoved by this, but Rum glanced at Gin in surprise.

Whiskey was not surprised by Gin's attitude and directly interjected:

"Gin, what's the matter? You think the action team's annual weapons and equipment expenses are too much, so you want to reduce some of it?"

"whisky."

"You don't have to say it so loudly, I can hear you. You think it's right, right?"

Gin shouted out Whiskey's code name sharply, his eyes full of displeasure at his unruly attitude, but Whiskey just reached out and picked his ears casually, and then replied lightly to him.

"whisky."

Seeing the murderous aura coming out of Gin, Champagne also shouted Whiskey.

"Sir, do you think I have offended you in any way?"

Whiskey changed into a comfortable position again. His originally crossed right leg was relaxed and stretched forward, his left leg was half-bent, and his hands were casually holding his shoulders. His tone was still indifferent and world-weary.

Karasuma Renye didn't care, and just said something unclear to the whiskey:

"Whiskey, I will only make an exception for you this time. Of course, there is a price to pay."

A flash of understanding flashed in Whiskey's eyes, and he returned to his previous silence. Then Gin seemed to understand something and put the hat back on his head, no longer holding on to the previous question.

I drank a lot of brandy on the spot and listened to the last boss's words, feeling a little confused, as if he was saying that he would make an exception and not care about the offense of whiskey, or he was saying another thing.

Only Champagne, who knew everything about the past between the boss and Whiskey, knew exactly what the exception and price Karasuma Renya was referring to.

Similarly, the gratitude Whiskey talks about does not refer to the 15 billion that Rum wants to compensate him.

Rum heard that Renye Karasuma meant something else, but he knew that the boss didn't say it explicitly, which meant that he didn't need to know about it.

Of course, this time he paid 15 billion, so next time, he will get the price back from the whiskey ten times a hundred times.

The more than four months of confrontation between the intelligence team and the equipment team seemed to have finally come to an end, but everyone knew that this was just the beginning.

Belmode listened quietly to the debate in the conference room. The Thousand-Faced Witch, who always had a strong presence and could attract everyone's attention when she appeared, could seduce people's hearts with just a few words, was now like a lifeless decorative portrait. Typically, not a word is said from the beginning to the end of the meeting.

At 12 noon, the year-end meeting that determines the development direction of the Crows Legion in the next year officially ends.

Whiskey, who had gone online at the time, also disconnected and left after Renya Karasuma announced the end of the meeting and was the first to go offline.

Brandy was so cold that he shivered a little. He sniffed and looked at Gin who was walking very quickly towards the meeting room with a frosty air, and then looked at Champagne who was slowly packing his things but with an expression on his face. Finally, he looked at Belmode, who had retreated to the corner of the conference room since the beginning of the meeting.

As for Rum, who was standing near him and looking at him with a smile, Brandy ignored him decisively.

"Ara, do you have a cold?"

Belmode, who came out of the darkness, noticed Brandy's gaze and raised his eyebrows in surprise after noticing his current state:

"Look at you wearing a lot of clothes..."

At first glance, it looks like a thickened woolen version made to order, and the temperature in the conference room is not too low.

Brandy, who didn't really want to say the reason, couldn't help but sneeze again.

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