Sente Eiji's Black Friday

"—what the hell are you trying to do, Bacardi?"

Amuro showed the darkest negative emotions in his life, and asked with a voice as cold as ice.

The blue-haired young man next to him lazily rested his chin on one hand, even if he was targeted with such a degree of hostility, he didn't take it seriously. He just glanced at him lightly, then looked back and ordered another glass of wine.

Toru Amuro frowned secretly, his chest was filled with uncontrollable anger, but he immediately suppressed that anger, forcing himself to remain calm.

It is not only a calm state of mind, but also a calm mind.

Now that he has confirmed that the guy in front of him is a complete villain, he will not allow himself to show the slightest weakness or infatuation in front of this person.

Even if he was sadly deceived by this person before, he has seen countless embarrassing behaviors... But, as a public security policeman, he still has his own bottom line and persistence.

He must never... never be in front of this person again...

"Your Stinger."

The bartender gracefully put a new glass of wine in front of Eiji Kurosawa.

Toru Amuro, who gritted his teeth secretly, suddenly came back to his senses, and glanced over involuntarily.

Stinger?Stinger?

He remembered that it seemed to be a high-end cocktail made of cognac as the base wine, supplemented with liqueur cream wine... Wait, cognac? !

The police undercover frowned, staring darkly at the hateful swindler.

The literal translation of cognac (ac) is Cognac.

Cognac is the most prestigious, noble and unique brandy. Only the brandy produced in the AC region of France can bear this name, and other similar wines produced in other parts of the world can only be collectively called brandy.

Because of the uniqueness of the brewing method, Cognac has a unique and timeless fragrance. It is obviously a strong distilled liquor, but it has a very layered fruit or grassy fragrance, with a mellow forest flavor.

Bacardi deliberately drinking cognac in front of him... what does that mean?

...Is that what he thought?

Under Amuro Toru's obscurant gaze, the blue-haired young man thanked the bartender with a smile, and picked up the cylindrical classical wine glass, the ice cubes inside made a "clink", and the golden wine glistened under the light brilliant.

The wine glass was tilted, and the person watched took a sip slowly. The pale pink lips touched the radiant wine, and were dyed a moist color, and the Adam's apple on the slender neck rolled along with it.

Mouth drying.

"From now on, you and Belmode will be partners."

A familiar voice finally sounded, perhaps because of the alcohol, the man's voice was seductively lazy and hoarse, "Of course, I am the direct supervisor."

Toru Amuro's eyes flickered for a moment, then he looked back blankly, and took a few sips of his whiskey.

After that, he let out a foul breath and said in a bad tone: "Don't talk to yourself there, you haven't answered the question I asked you."

"But I'm your boss now? I don't think I need to explain to you what I arrange for you?"

Eiji Kurosawa smiled and answered irrelevant questions, but this kind of pretending to be stupid that Toh Amuro was accustomed to and even thought was a little cute in the past seemed unusually hateful at the moment.

"Stop pretending! Why didn't you kill me just now?" The blond young man frowned irritably, gave up the troublesome temptation, and went straight to the point, "With your strength, even if you are discovered by Miss Zi, there will be many others after that." Is there a way to kill me without leaving a trace?"

"Hmm...Although it's true." Eiji Kurosawa leisurely swung his wine glass, still smiling out of shape, "But your expression is obviously more interesting when you are sprayed with a water gun!"

"..." Toru Amuro's face turned black, "Is your purpose just to watch me change my face?! Can you be more serious?!"

"I've always been serious!" Eiji said with wide-eyed dissatisfaction, and asked him back very confidently: "And I still want to ask you, why didn't you expose me to the Totsukawa administrator?"

Toru Amuro's eyebrows moved slightly, and he sneered immediately: "Do you think I am like you? I will arrest you as soon as I gather evidence enough to prove your illegal activities!"

"Hey—it's because there is no evidence."

Kurosawa Eiji read coolly, "As expected of a glorious public security policeman, he is indeed different from someone like me. After all, if it were me—"

A hand grabbed Amuro Toru's neck from behind before he could react.

The blond-haired young man froze all over, his pupils shrank sharply as he looked at Eiji Kurosawa who was leaning closer to him, and watched his sexy and smiling thin lips spit out cruel words that were no less than demons:

"——I will only threaten the little cutie who knows my undercover identity like this, and tell him that if he dares to tell the story that I am an undercover agent of the black organization, then one of his family and friends will count as one... Don't even think about living."

"—!!"

Amuro Toru's eyes instantly shrank like needle noses.

He stared at the man with an arrogant and cold smile as if he had fallen into an ice cave. At that moment, his brain fell into panic uncontrollably. His face turned pale from the genuine murderous aura. He seemed to see Shura from hell grinning blood red at him in a daze. Big mouth, inside is the chilling white bones.

In the blink of an eye, he seemed to see his own death... No, not only himself, but also his parents, family members, four best friends, even good classmates and seniors...

They fell to the ground unrepentantly, their bloody and tearful eyes were all looking in their direction...! !

"—哐！!"

The glass containing the whiskey was suddenly overturned, and the bartender who was closest to him couldn't help but be attracted to him. He saw the handsome young man who had met two people one after another, gently pressing the other person into his neck, and smiled apologetically at him:

"Sorry, my friend is a poor drinker. Could you clean up, please? Then pour him a glass of water."

friend?

The well-informed bartender glanced at the embracing posture of the two, smiled and said nothing, quickly cleared the table, handed a glass of water, and stood a little far away.

He remembered that the interaction between this handsome blue-haired guy and the blonde beauty just now was also very ambiguous... It's amazing, tsk tsk.

Unaware of what the bartender was thinking, Toru Amuro's body trembled unnaturally at the booth where no one was paying attention, and cold sweat spread all over his body in a very short time, making him embarrassed as if he had passed through cold water once.

He lay in the arms of the man who exuded a frightening aura, but his state of mind was completely different from before. He was crushed by his icy cold aura and stiffened like a stone statue.

After a lot of difficulty, he struggled to make a trembling voice with his cold and trembling lips: "W-what... just now... what was that just now?!"

"Probably an illusion brought about by murderous intent."

Eiji Kurosawa replied lightly, let go of him and pushed him away with one finger.

Amuro Toru's face was as pale as a dead man, and he looked at him in horror: "Murderous...?"

"That's right. And it's not the murderous aura that can be obtained by killing only one or two people, but—"

The shocking speech was cut off halfway, leaving the listener with unlimited room for reverie.The blue-haired young man raised his glass to cover up a little, and thought of something, his blue eyes looked forward coldly, and the bottom of his eyes was as deep as a black hole for a moment.

With him like that, it feels so strange to people, as if he became a person in another world at that moment, and there is a strong sense of separation from everything around him.

In the next second, the sense of fragmentation disappeared abruptly. Eiji Kurosawa restrained his overly dark breath, shook the cup to make the ice cubes make a "clink" sound, breaking the almost frozen air: "Don't mention this, we Let’s go back to the topic just now—”

"...Who are you?"

Toru Amuro's deeply shocked mind was unable to retract as freely as him, his Adam's apple rolled dryly, and looked at him with extremely complicated eyes.

The powerful force that is seriously inconsistent with the intelligence is different from the rumored loyalty to the organization, but has been concealed many times, and the yin is obedient to the yang.

He is not a police officer serving the country, but he is not a desperado hiding in the dark.Unknown purpose, unknown identity, unknown past, everything about him seems to be shrouded in fog, the closer you get, the more you can't see or touch anything.

What is the real "Eiji Kurosawa" like?

Toru Amuro originally thought that no one knew the answer to this question better than himself, but just the few hours he experienced today completely overturned his self-righteous thinking.

He didn't even know if "Kurosawa Eiji" was this person's real name.

... How ironic, he actually found out after breaking up that he didn't know anything about this person.

"Who the hell are you...?" The blond youth repeated involuntarily.

"Me?" Eiji Kurosawa didn't know his mixed feelings at all. Hearing this, he smiled slightly, and tapped his cheek with his index finger, "How should I put it, um... I already know where I am, and I keep looking for it people."

"If I had to say it, my only purpose before [going back] was to... um, have fun?"

The young man with his fingertip on his cheek made a rather irresponsible statement.

Toru Amuro's eyes became more complicated, but Eiji Kurosawa obviously didn't intend to say anything more about this matter, and pointed at him with a twist of his fingertips, his squinting smile became dangerous again.

"Well, in short, I'm actually not loyal to the black organization, but I'm definitely not a good person either."

"I don't want to tell you that you are a police officer, because I think it is more interesting, and I will not allow you to tell me that I am a black organization until I lose interest in this organization and the undercover game it has given me. Tell the police about the undercover matter."

The ruthless man who can talk about other people's life and death while talking and laughing said this, pinching Amuro's chin with five fingers like iron pliers, and looked at him with a sense of coercion with his dark and indescribable eyes.

"I don't care what you think, but if you promise, you have to agree, and if you don't agree, you have to agree. Don't try to be smart with me. If I find out that your parents and Matsuda disappeared suddenly, or there are more troubles around you There should be more people, then I guarantee that you will receive news of their deaths soon, and you will not even know how they died."

"..."

Amuro Toru's body trembled slightly under his hands.

Eiji Kurosawa stared at him without pity, and exerted a little bit of force on his fingertips: "I believe you won't do stupid things, right, Toru?"

——The ninja who came out of the war on the bloody corpse mountain ruthlessly unleashed coercion on an ordinary person at this moment.

This is a no suspense negotiation.

... No, not negotiations.

This is a one-sided [Notice].

When we parted, Kurosawa Eiji was already a little tipsy.

He stood at the door of the bar and stretched. When he lowered his arms, he smelled the alcohol on his body, and couldn't help frowning slightly.

"Tsk...I'm really unprofessional recently." He sighed inexplicably, fanning the wind with the suit jacket hanging on his arm.

Toru Amuro stood next to him, for some reason, he no longer had the sharp hostility when he entered the bar. Seeing the situation, he paused slightly, and tentatively asked: "Don't you like the smell of alcohol?"

He had never seen Eiji Kurosawa drink before, which was an unexpected discovery.

"I can't say I don't like it." Eiji shrugged, and he was unexpectedly easy to talk with drunkenness, and said bluntly: "It's just that I'm used to not let my body get these overbearing smells, such as alcohol and tobacco... um, After all, it’s not conducive to covert operations.”

Amuro was silent for a moment, looking down at his hand hanging by his side.

"Then why drink today? ... Cognac?"

"Ahaha, isn't it normal for me to drink cognac? Because I..."

Eiji Kurosawa hooked his suit and threw it on his back. Hearing this, he smiled warmly and softly, and raised his hand to embrace Toru Amuro, but the conversation stopped because of this.

The blond young man suddenly stiffened, his breath trembled uncontrollably, and he clenched his hands into fists.

He stayed for a few seconds before suddenly his face darkened, he stopped and pushed the man away: "Are you trying to confuse me again?! You bastard is really——!"

"Don't trust Belmode."

A quiet voice suddenly interrupted him.

Eiji Kurosawa walked a few steps along the way he pushed him away, and said with his back to Toru Amuro, whose expression could not be seen clearly, "Always remember that you are a member of Rum's faction, and in the end you still have to obey Rum. "

Toru Amuro looked slightly stunned, and looked at him with some puzzlement: "You, didn't you say that you are not loyal to the Black Organization...?"

In this case, why make him obey Rum like the good confidant of Rum who fits the rumors?

Kurosawa Eiji turned a deaf ear to his question, remained silent for a few seconds, and then casually said as if casually chatting:

"However, that woman's mysticism is a good way to protect yourself. She will occasionally say something serious, and that's something to listen to."

Toru Amuro's heart trembled slightly, and in the next second he blurted out: "What do you mean?...Why did you—" Tell me this?

"That's it."

Before he could finish speaking, Eiji Kurosawa lazily interrupted him, waved his hand and left leisurely.

Only the blond-haired young man was left standing alone on the street in the dark, silently watching him drift away.

...Holding deeper and deeper curiosity, doubts...and love for this man who became more and more familiar with him.