Sente Eiji's Black Friday

"Ahhhh-!!"

The woman's scream pierced the sky.

Hearing the quarrel, Azusa Enomoto covered her mouth with her hands and looked in shock at the two men standing and kneeling in the alley: Toru Amuro was disheveled and pale, while the standing man who had met once before Young man, what he is holding in his hand is——! !

water gun--! !

"Zi...!"

Streams of water splashed on Toru Amuro's face.

In the dead silence, Kurosawa Eiji happily held up the water gun, and attacked the petrified little golden retriever up, down, left, and right without any dead angle. "Puff, puff, puff" shot him with water, and continued to laugh wildly: " Ah ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha!

Toru Amuro: "..."

The blond young man's expression of extreme anger and astonishment gradually became numb, and then darkened bit by bit, his complexion was livid with anger.

"You bastard...!" He gritted his teeth and cursed in a low voice with veins popping out on his temple, and reached out to snatch Eiji's water gun.

He should have thought of it earlier!This place is in the middle of the city anyway, no matter how crazy Kurosawa Eiji is, it is impossible to shoot here without a silencer! !

——Damn it, this guy deliberately irritated himself to make him lose his mind, it must be to see him embarrass himself! !

Of course Eiji Kurosawa would not let him succeed, he took a step back to avoid his hand, and hit his handsome face with a shot: "Look at my invincible water gun attack! Hahahaha!!"

Toru Amuro: "..." Huo Da! !

"Mr. Amuro, are you playing a game with your boyfriend...?"

Azusa Enomoto, who was still frightened when she saw it for the first time, also came back to her senses at this moment, couldn't help laughing while covering her mouth.

"No!" Toru Amuro denied with a black face, covering his face with his left hand with an ugly expression, "This bastard is not my boyfriend!"

"Huh?" Azusa Enomoto was taken aback, looking at him and then at Eiji a little at a loss.

Eiji shrugged helplessly, and walked up to him as if he couldn't do anything with a tantrum lover: "Yeah, I can't just make a joke, so stingy, tooru-chan~"

Regardless of Toru Amuro's stiffness and vague resistance, he stretched out his hand and pulled him up, and his powerful hands precisely helped him put his dislocated right shoulder in a blind spot of vision.

With a crisp sound of "cracking", Amuro's painful face distorted for a while, and he couldn't help but give him a hard look.

Azusa Enomoto didn't notice their confrontation at all, and immediately breathed a sigh of relief: "What, it turned out to be a small conflict between lovers, I thought—"

"Not lovers."

Toru Amuro interrupted her abruptly before she finished speaking, his face was stiff and cold, as if he had suddenly changed, "From today onwards, we are no longer lovers, Miss Azusa. This bastard will never come to the store again Come on, that's it."

"...Huh?" Enomoto Azusa was really at a loss.

Eiji Kurosawa smiled indifferently, nodded and admitted easily, "That's right, that's it, this lovely lady. Then, I'll take my leave first!"

After saying this, he turned and left without hesitation, without looking at Toru Amuro again during the whole process.

Azusa Enomoto was stunned for a while, then turned around and carefully looked at Toru Amuro, who was drooping his head and said nothing, "Mr. Amuro?...Are you okay?"

The blond young man with his head lowered in a daze raised his head as if he had been awakened. At that moment, Azusa Enomoto didn't know if it was an illusion. She felt that this mysterious colleague seemed to be extremely vulnerable... as if he was about to cry Broken look.

But this feeling was fleeting, and when I looked at it again, Toru Amuro raised a cheerful and refreshing smile as usual, and nodded to her: "I'm fine. Thank you for your hard work today, Miss Azusa, I'm sorry I'm still not quite Comfortable... I changed my clothes and left first. As for the salary, I will tell the store manager that it will take half a day."

"Ah, ok...please be safe..."

Azusa Enomoto responded in a daze, and couldn't react as she watched the blond young man walking towards the shop dripping wet, with the loneliness that penetrated into the bone marrow from his back, just looking at it made people worry.

——Mr. Amuro, you are actually very sad... When my lover agreed to break up without hesitation, he seemed to stop breathing in pain...

Azusa Enomoto thought so worriedly, and went back to the coffee shop worriedly.

"Clap."

The locker room door was gently closed.

Toru Amuro pressed the door with one hand, and supported the door frame with the other. He lowered his head and stared blankly for a while, then slowly clenched his hands into fists, pressed against the door to hide his expression, and his back trembled uncontrollably.

...is this a nightmare?

Why on earth...that Huan Ai, who was still intimate with him not long ago, and the instructor who was always strong and gentle when hugging him, suddenly became a high-ranking, cruel and cruel high-level illegal organization?

Why on earth can those two faces appear on the same person?

Recalling the dizzy scenes that made his brain hurt just now, Toru Amuro felt a strong sense of separation from the bottom of his heart, as if his lover who was a policeman and the dangerous and ruthless Bacardi were split into two people. No more pain.

Until now, he still vaguely felt that this matter was so absurd, sudden and unreal.Reason told him that what Kurosawa Eiji said was true, otherwise it would be impossible to explain why he knew so much about the black organization, but his emotions couldn't believe it anyway.

The cold water dripped from the tips of his hair and fell into Toru Amuro's eyes, causing his eyelashes to tremble uncontrollably, and crystal liquid slid from the corners of his eyes.

He closed his eyes, turned sideways, leaned against the door and slid to the ground tiredly, burying his face deeply between his knees.

Obviously, at this time, he should act immediately, taking his exposure as a premise, to prevent the assassination from the black organization.

But he just couldn't move a finger.

It was as if all the strength in his body disappeared completely the moment Eiji nodded and admitted that they were no longer lovers.

It took a long time before the lifeless young man who seemed to be on the verge of death took out his mobile phone, and stared blankly at the screen with gray and out-of-focus blue pupils.

He thought, at least...he would tell his superiors that Kurosawa Eiji was an undercover agent of the black organization.

However, after the phone screen turned on, an email had already quietly lay on the table, the number was so familiar that it hurt Toru Amuro's eyes.

He knew that string of numbers so well, because it was the first number he memorized before he decided to abandon his name and ego and dispose of the old mobile phone.

It is also because this number is the most familiar one, so when Kenji Hagiwara had an accident, he subconsciously dialed it, and then the person on the other side of the phone seemed to have a sympathy, and he solved his code after only listening to it once, saving him almost Sacrificial friends.

How happy and proud he was then.

But looking at it now, the mood at that time was not a joke.

In order to use him... Hehe, that person knew him so much, valued him so much, and doted on him so much, in the final analysis, it was just to use him.

—But...but...!

Toru Amuro bit his lower lip tightly, and the fingertips holding the phone were so hard that they turned white, and a dull sob came out of his throat involuntarily, which almost sounded like crying.

——But those days and nights they spent together, the careful teaching until they grew up to be an excellent policeman, the promise they made to themselves at the graduation ceremony about waiting...

——Are these also fake? !

If even those are fake...then...then he...

Toru Amuro's teeth were trembling, as if he was in an extremely cold place, and he felt a chill from the bottom of his heart.

He ignored the email on the desktop, first edited a text message with special software and passwords, and almost anxiously sent it to his liaison officer. While waiting, his fingertips hanging on the screen were trembling .

It feels like a gambler who lost all his last money, suddenly found another coin after a hard fall, and then bet everything on that coin, even if it was just so small glimmer of hope.

After a long waiting time that seemed like a century passed, finally, the darkened phone screen lit up again, making Amuro stand up straight as if he had been injected with new blood, and opened the text message to watch with his pupils constricted.

[16: 20]

[Administrator, the senior who infiltrated the black organization before me, really, really wasn't Eiji Kurosawa? ! ]

[16: 22]

[What happened? ...Didn't I tell you that Eiji-kun was a student I accepted two years ago, and the reason why he didn't enter the system immediately was because he was undergoing my training.He later took the task of screening undercover agents and entered the police academy. He graduated at the same time as you. How could he be your senior? ]

——He graduated at the same time as you, how could he be your senior?

Turn around.

At the moment of being denied, it seemed that something in his heart that had been supporting him had been broken, making the blond young man feel as if his soul had been sucked out suddenly, and the phone slipped from his hand feebly.

After a crisp sound, the email that had been hanging on the desktop for a long time opened automatically, emitting a cold light in the darkness.

[16: 00]

[Ah, by the way, Tou Jiang, from now on it will be the relationship between subordinates and subordinates, come out for a drink later?I'll be waiting for you at the bar on Nimachime street, hurry up (≧▽≦)/~

In order to prevent you from being invisible, I set up a convenient automatic opening function for the email, don't thank me (^O^)~

But since we got to know each other again with a new identity, shouldn't we introduce ourselves again?Ah ha ha ha, let me do it first——I joined the Black Organization four years ago, and I am the peerless handsome Bacard-sama who sneaked into the police as an undercover agent two years ago.

"..."

Dead silence.

In the darkness, the familiar cute expression lay quietly on the screen, and the lively tone was so vivid that Amuro could almost hear the voice of the person saying these words.

But now, even this tiny knowledge of the person seemed ironic.

——Four years ago... so, he was already a member of the Black Organization four years ago.

How old was he then? 18 years old?

Heh... Really... I was completely deceived from the very beginning...

Leaning his back against the door, Toru Amuro squeezed out a smirk that he thought was mocking, but it was only when the voice came out that he suddenly realized the hoarseness and trembling in it.

It was like a choked sob, accompanied by crying that had nowhere to hide.

The anger and hatred when he suddenly learned that he was cheated just now disappeared when the terrible truth gradually settled in his heart, leaving only the emptiness and bewilderment in his heart, which made his heart feel like a big piece was missing , Pain and cold in the chest cavity.

It was at this moment that he realized that his cheeks were already icy cold.

He buried his face in his knees and closed his eyes silently.

["As expected, Amuro-kun asked me... I have already told him according to the negotiated statement."]

"That's it. That's good."

["Hey... this child is too emotional, so he can't believe it for a long time, which is actually not very good--"]

"No, it's not like that, sir."

I interrupted the teacher's words unceremoniously, because of the subtle irritability in my heart, my tone sounded a little cold.

Tsk, the feeling seems a little...

I stopped in my tracks, raised my hand to stroke my bangs, closed my eyes and took a deep breath, driving away the expression Ling showed before leaving.

Calm down, me.

I paused for a few seconds to calm down my hot heart, and then I said again as usual: "Your statement is wrong. Emphasis on emotion is the advantage of transparency, and it is a very rare and very dazzling advantage."

"It's just this advantage...you need to restrain yourself temporarily during the undercover period."

Thinking of the scene where he told me, a "member of the black organization", that "there is another undercover police officer in the black organization"... such a super important information scene, I smiled helplessly and a little nerve-wracking.

After all, she is still a cutie who has just graduated and lacks experience...

As I said before, Zero is a very emotional person, and he also has the problem of losing his mind easily when he meets someone he loves or hates too much.

Such a person is actually not suitable to be an undercover agent, but he is really good. Apart from the shortcoming above, all other abilities are perfect, including acting skills that are realistic enough to cover up his sensibility.

That's why Mr. Totsukawa picked him.

……Um?What?You said that I picked him in the first place?

Ah ha ha ha is that so? I don’t seem to remember ha ha ha ha ha.

...In short, as you can see, my plan is to let Zero experience an unforgettable betrayal, let him become mature and cold in the shortest possible time, learn to disguise and hide his sincerity, and learn to control the excitement that is easy to lose control mood.

Although it was cruel, but to live in a place like the Black Organization, preventing him from becoming like this would actually harm him.

Not to mention, as I said last time, the Rum faction is currently under attack in the organization, and the impatient Rum will vigorously promote Zero in a short time. According to my guess, Zero may have a code name soon.

So there's really no time to dawdle right now.As a cadre, I have been very busy recently, and it is impossible to protect him forever. I can only give him a hard dose of medicine in one breath, and let him stand firm on his own.

... I believe that with Zero's heart, he will cheer up.

...Damn it, don't hurt my conscience! !Didn't you agree that even if you are hated by the little golden retriever, you will be as tough as iron! !Cheer up! Hey! !

Annoyed, I punched a cobweb-like crack in the wall next to me, and then I realized what I had done, and hurried into the bar not far away while no one noticed.

This is a bar that I personally like very much in Mihuacho. I like to use blue and gold lights inside. Although the environment is very clean, the music played is generally lively, which can keep people in a good mood.

Moreover, music with a slightly faster rhythm can also play a role in preventing eavesdropping when making a call.

["Well...you always know Amuro-kun better than me, so let's do it according to your judgment."]

On the other side of the phone, Mr. Totsukawa seemed to have heard the sound of the music, and his tone softened a bit, ["However, you should not be too harsh on Amuro-kun, that child admires you a lot, right?"]

——It’s not just admiration, the child can’t say that he loves me too much.

I smiled wryly, sat down at the booth and ordered a Mojito with Bacardi rum as the base drink.

——If it wasn’t like this, how could he show such a heart-wrenching broken expression after I said that all my feelings for him were fake.

His rationality has almost completely evaporated, otherwise he would definitely not be so out of control, and he would have noticed a few flaws to some extent... Because he was too emotional, he didn't give me a chance to make up for it, so I think I still have some logic. loopholes.

For example, why didn't I kill him immediately, and why didn't I expose him as an undercover agent, instead I asked him out for a drink like a good boss.

Probably because he noticed these doubts after he calmed down, he didn't tell Mr. Totsukawa that I was an undercover agent in the first place, right?

Maybe deep down I still have fantasies about me.

... Well, it's a pity, but if this is true, then these fantasies are about to be completely shattered in this bar.

I will fill in the loopholes I left behind logically (hu) logically (speaking) rigorously (eight) rigorously (way), so that I can completely become a bottle of real wine in his eyes, and make him really hate me.

Considering my next actions, the only way to protect him is to do so.

When I came back to my senses, the teacher on the other end of the phone was already nagging me to pay attention to safety-do people become long-winded when they get old?He actually reminded me not to call out Zero's real name by mistake!Just kidding, when it comes to information protection, I am a professional ninja, okay? !

Not to mention that the object of my protection is my beloved little golden retriever.

I took a sip of the mojito that the bartender had made, and responded casually, trying to fool the subject.

Of course the teacher found out about my fooling, he snorted coldly, and talked about the last topic without my general knowledge: ["What you said last time, about yourself and that FBI undercover... Well, is it really necessary?" ?”]

The steady old An An coughed unnaturally, letting me know what he was thinking about.

After all, when I talked about my plan to get close to Gin, he had the same reaction.

"Of course it's necessary." I grinned, and tapped the glass in front of me leisurely with my fingertips, "It's the same as when I was drinking gin... I can use Akai Shuichi to great advantage."

A goal is my breath approaching me.

My eyes moved slightly, I hung up the phone before the breath entered the range where I could hear my voice clearly, and turned to raise my glass to the person.

"Haha... still as sharp as ever, the record holder of zero wiretapping."

The coquettish woman chuckled softly, walked over to me gracefully, put her shoulders on my shoulders, squeezed a slice of lemon from my cup, put it in her mouth, and raised her beautiful slender eyebrows.

"I see, [today] is Bacardi."

I shrugged my shoulders noncommittally, and the real wine mode went online in 0.1 seconds, and I showed her a casual smile.

"Sit down, Vermouth."