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Chapter 81 Chapter 77 Because he is fucking Bourbon—..
Let's turn back the clock a few minutes.
Akai Shuichi's expression darkened slightly, his green eyes flickered, revealing a rare moment of hesitation.
Scotland laughed softly.
Rye." A gentle steadiness appeared in the elder's pupils. "I have no choices left now.
The black-haired undercover's gaze swept over Scotland: "It hasn't reached that point yet."
It has already reached that level—" He gave a soft laugh and looked up toward a certain direction. "As a Sniper, you should know that too, shouldn't you?
It was the most suitable sniping point in this area, also where Cavendish was located.
Through the scope, it wouldn't be hard for him to guess a thing or two about the scene here—" Scotland said in a low, heavy voice, word by word, "If you insist on saving me, you will definitely be exposed.
And even so, you might not even be able to save me.
The most likely outcome was that both of them would end up losing their heads.
This was something Scotland could not accept.
Since receiving the "Undercover" mission, Scotland had also wondered if he would one day die in the line of duty—as his infiltration into the Black Organization deepened, this thought occurred to him more and more frequently.
However, when truly facing a desperate situation, Scotland found that he actually felt no fear—he even felt a faint sense of relief.
Facing death with such composure.. Come to think of it, he hadn't expected himself to be this formidable before this.
Forcing down his chaotic thoughts, Scotland met the Green eyes of his colleague, which were filled with disapproval, suddenly thought of the owner of another pair of Green eyes.
"Actually.. sometimes you two are quite similar.." he muttered softly.
"What?" Akai Shuichi clearly hadn't heard clearly, looking at Scotland with a slight frown of confusion.
"It's nothing." Scotland shook his head helplessly, feeling speechless at the inexplicable thoughts rising within him—one was a Top Killer of the Black Organization, while the other was a fellow undercover agent; they weren't the same at all!
Or rather, they should be polar opposites, shouldn't they?
However, this thought had faintly taken root in his mind, making him unable to help but reveal a little more: "Actually, I had originally intended to commit suicide—"
"!" Akai Shuichi was startled, his eyes widening instantly, a clear surge of emotion broke through his usually cold expression.
Before he could ask, Scotland gave a slight wave of his hand and continued, "Actually, on second thought, never mind. Someone will clean up the mess anyway."
The amount of information in this sentence was simply too overwhelming, a sense of suspicion and doubt spread rapidly. Thinking of those two anonymous messages, Akai Shuichi finally could not help but speak, his uncontrollable voice echoing through the empty space, breaking the silent and sorrowful atmosphere: "Do you know—"
However, his words were interrupted once again.
Regardless—" Scotland nodded with a slight smile, his expression devoid of sorrow and instead as gentle as ever: "Thank you for talking with me for so long.
Ah—" He suddenly thought of something and softly refuted his previous statement, "Actually, I'm basically the one doing all the talking.. Rye, you're far too quiet.
He's just like that man.. but Rye seems to be working under that man; could he be turning into him?
I hope Furuya doesn't become this dull!
"Time.. is probably about up." Scotland's words drifted like a sigh, the end of his sentence floating lightly through the surrounding silence and through Rye's heart, making the Ace Agent's eyes grow even more somber.
However, the person speaking was indeed still composed—he had long since made peace with the idea of his own death, facing death now, he showed no panic, appearing instead as calm as if he were departing for a grand feast.
The gentle Japanese Public Security slightly curled the corners of his mouth, suddenly thinking of his Brother—he wondered, after he was gone, what would happen to Brother Takahashi?
And, I'm sorry, Furuya.
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Bang—
A gunshot rang out.
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This sudden commotion interrupted the clash between Bourbon and Sheila that could only be described as intense. The moment the gunshot rang out, everything seemed to hit the pause button, both of them froze mid-motion.
Sheila quietly stepped back, making room for Amuro Tooru. He no longer attempted to attack, nor did he attempt to obstruct.
Because it no longer mattered.
However, Amuro Tooru did not move.
His face suddenly turned pale, his grey-green eyes, filled with a chilling aura, were now brimming with suspicion and unease; Sheila even saw a hint of bewilderment within them.
The black-haired beauty gazed quietly at Bourbon, his autumn-water eyes faintly rippling with a trace of pity, which the latter was completely unaware of.
After a long silence, as if suddenly jolted awake, he strode past Sheila and rushed up the stairs.
In the dim hallway, a sigh drifted from somewhere unknown.
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Bourbon's arrival broke Akai Shuichi's shock and pain.
After learning Scotland's true identity, he felt nothing but respect and understanding for this colleague; otherwise, he wouldn't have taken such risks in an attempt to save him.
Unfortunately, he was still too late.
His thoughts were interrupted by the sound of hurried footsteps. Akai turned to look at the Organization member who had always been at odds with him. However, this time, even Bourbon, who usually couldn't stand the sight of him, didn't even spare him a glance from the corner of his eye.
He stared in silence at Scotland's corpse, its features already unrecognizable.
A single shot to the head—Cavendish's marksmanship was always precise.
The bright red bloodstains flaunted their presence, even though the twilight had grown heavy at this moment, their vividness did not diminish in the slightest.
Like a sharp blade, it pierced Bourbon's eyes and pierced his heart.
In that instant, that crimson, hideous blood seemed not just to be flowing from Scotland's corpse, but from Bourbon's own heart as well.
He was almost speechless.
Akai Shuichi still retained a shred of sanity—perhaps because the one who died was not someone close to him—as he reminded Bourbon, also reminded himself: "Scotland is a Traitor to the Black Organization—"
"It's none of your business—!" Amuro Tooru suddenly glared at him, his grey-purple eyes filled with uncontrollable killing intent, a sight that even Akai Shuichi couldn't help but frown at.
The blonde-haired youth clenched his fists tightly, looking as if he had just jolted awake from a nightmare. He still held a trace of bewilderment regarding the facts, but this did not diminish his hostility in this moment: "As for what Scotland's identity is, it is none of your business—"
“—But!” Amuro Tooru grit his teeth, forcing out every single word, “This clearly has nothing to do with you, right? The person taking the mission.. I remember it was Cavendish.”
He raised an eyebrow, tilting his head slightly to stare at Akai Shuichi's face, his gaze as sharp as a blade. "If you want to steal the credit, there's no need to be in such a hurry—not to mention you didn't gain a shred of credit yourself!"
His biting sarcasm vented his own inner pain—however, even so, the violence and tyranny surging within his chest grew even more turbulent.
—and a pain that felt like being scorched by raging flames.
He could naturally tell that the bullet had been fired by a Sniper, yet he was unable to kill the opponent to avenge Scotland; he knew that the Rye Whiskey appearing at this moment was no good, but he could not take action against him because of his actions of profiting from the blood of others.
Because he is Bourbon.
Because he is Bourbon!
Because he is fucking Bourbon—!
Akai Shuichi did not refute him. He quietly watched this newcomer of the Black Organization's rare loss of composure, lowered his eyes, spoke indifferently, "You had better calm down."
Heh—" Bourbon let out a cold sneer, resisting the urge to punch this man in the face. "Just mind your own business!
Akai Shuichi did not answer.
He was staring at the mobile phone on the ground—Scotland's mobile phone.
The moment Scotland fell, his mobile phone slipped from his coat pocket; it now lay quietly on the ground, as silent as if it did not know its owner had already passed away.
Akai Shuichi was not at ease.
The moment he realized it was Scotland's mobile phone, the Ace Agent also realized the potential contents hidden within it.
It cannot fall into the hands of the Black Organization—that was Akai Shuichi's first thought.
However, while Amuro Tooru was staring at him, he also could not make any suspicious moves right under Bourbon's nose.
Even though Bourbon's reaction to Scotland's death seemed extreme, Akai Shuichi always remembered that he was an Organization Cadre.
Now that Bourbon is fuming with rage, he is likely more determined than anyone else to bring him down.
The Ace Agent's heart sank slightly.
However, in the next second, the sudden sound of something tearing through the air broke the treacherous standoff between the two.
Another bullet.
The whistling bullet sliced through the silence, accurately striking the mobile phone on the ground. The mobile phone screen let out a mournful cry, with the sound of shattering glass, it was declared completely destroyed.
Two bottles of Fake Liquor were left behind, leaving them stunned.
Akai Shuichi suddenly looked toward the direction from which the Bullet came. Without any auxiliary tools, he saw only a pitch-black sky, as the steel forest standing in the darkness silently swallowed all the mysteries of the conspiracies.
"Cavendish.." Amuro Tooru, looking in the same direction, spoke several syllables in a low voice, his expression grim, his words carrying an uncontrollable ferocity.
"It wasn't him." Akai Shuichi, who had been observing the aftermath of the scene for a few minutes, denied Amuro Tooru's suspicion. He understood that the direction of this bullet was not the same as the one that had entered Scotland's brain a few minutes ago.
Moreover, Cavendish had absolutely no reason to destroy Scotland's mobile phone.
Thinking back to the series of incidents tonight, Akai Shuichi felt as if a pair of hands was silently and emotionlessly pushing him from behind, using chess pieces to engage in a life-and-death struggle.
He suddenly felt as if he had fallen into an ice cellar, as if a basin of cold water had been poured over his head. A chill rose from his chest, flowing through his blood and into his veins until it reached his limbs; at the same time, a tremor climbed up his spine to his brain, leaving his scalp tingling.
Along with the fear, what rushed in was excitement.
The excitement of facing an unknown opponent.
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On the rooftop of a building not far away, someone casually stowed away his Sniper Rifle, disassembled it, placed it into a portable case, before tidying up any traces of his presence.
After finishing all this, the man picked up the storage box with one hand and slung it onto his back. As he calmly headed downstairs, he took out his mobile phone and dialed a phone:
It's me.