Chapter 117: I Just Want to Be Myself
Three minutes ago, Zero Tsuiya, dressed in a bartender uniform, walked into the VIP box where Ryusuke Kurokawa was with a tray.
The atmosphere in the box was very lively, the sound of electronic blur was playing in the stereo, and there were several men and women twisting their waists frantically in front of the LCD screen, and colorful neon lights shining on their faces, flickering and dimming.
The atmosphere was exactly what he wanted, and Zero dropped the capsule into each cocktail while no one was looking, so that Ryusuke Kurokawa would be able to drink 100% of the drink containing peanut powder.
In the noisy environment, everyone could only raise the volume if they wanted to talk, and the little brother sitting next to Kurokawa shouted loudly: "Hey, the blonde bartender over there, yes!" That's you! Bring the wine! ”
Falling Valley Zero walked towards that side with unhurried steps, he put a few glasses of the same taste of Paradise cocktails on the black marble coffee table, and said with a harmless smile, "Paradise, please use a few more slowly." ”
Paradise is a cocktail made with dry gin, almond brandy and orange juice.
Its moral is quite good, as long as Kurokawa Ryusuke drinks it, he can let him go to Elysium... That is, heaven.
"Bourbon, what's going on over there, there's no situation here at the moment."
Ritsu Sasashima heard the sound of Ritsu Sasashima in the headset, and he put away the tray and slowly moved to the door of the box with a non-moving expression, adjusting the bow tie that was tied a little tightly with one hand, and faintly tapping on the small microphone hidden behind the bow tie.
"Heh... Understand. ”
After making sure that Ritsu Sasashima understood what he was trying to say, Zero Shibuyani knew that the allergy symptoms had begun to react after noticing that Kurokawa was starting to cough, and that he was no longer fit to stay in the box.
Tucking the tray under his armpit, he walked towards the door of the box, and before pushing the door open, he glanced at Ryusuke Kurokawa, who was still drinking a topping cocktail, the corners of his mouth gradually deepening.
Welcome to Elysium, for wicked people like you, not going to hell is the best ending.
When he came downstairs, he noticed the two people sitting at the bar, and the more interesting thing was that they both ordered a glass of milk with ice cubes, which was really out of place in this bar.
Shuichi Akai lit a cigarette, not because he didn't want to drink, but because the person next to him who didn't drink well made a decision for himself. Since you can't drink, it's always okay to smoke a cigarette.
Ritsu Sasashima glanced at Zero, the bartender who had put down the tray, and after looking up and down, the more he looked at it, the more he felt that this dress suited him.
"Mr. Bartender, are you lazy here?"
Hearing the ridicule in Ritsu's tone, Falling Valley Zero stared at the half-moon eyes and did not reply, but raised his chin in the direction of the front door, seemingly intending to make them retreat.
Also, everything that can be done has been done, and it is useless to continue to stay here, it is better to find a suitable place to determine the death of the target person.
Ritsu Sasashima didn't drink that glass of milk, since joining the organization, he has become more and more dislike eating outside, to put it bluntly, he doesn't want to leave his fingerprints or DNA samples, he also understands why Gin and Vodka always choose convenience stores to solve food and clothing, one is more convenient and suitable for busy them, and the other is that the residual garbage is disposed of by himself and can be easily destroyed.
"The rest should be a tip."
Pushing the money forward, Ritsu Sasashima lifted the case and headed towards the front door, and as they passed the staircase, the jazz music could not drown out the hurried footsteps and panicked shouts upstairs, and it seemed that their target should have suffered from severe symptoms such as acute laryngeal edema.
In the chaos, the three of them left the front door openly, and came to a nearby alley without surveillance, and Ritsu Sasashima, who did not drive, got directly into Ley's car, Chevrolet C-1500.
Shuichi Akai fastened his seatbelt, turned his head sideways at The Macallan and asked, "Where are you going now?" ”
As long as it is a travel mission with McCarron, Akai Shuichi basically doesn't use his brain, because someone will plan the mission plan perfectly, he can fish and lie down to win, and if he can be lazy, he will be lazy, which is his principle in the organization.
Ritsu Sasashima, who had already remembered the entire streets of Tokyo very clearly, said indifferently: "The intersection to the intersection of 7-chome 3banji is the fastest way to reach Yonehua University Hospital, and according to the time of the poison attack, it should be there to attack." ”
"Okay."
"I'm on a new mission, so I'll quit first." Falling valley zero can't help but say, it's obviously an intelligence group, but there are a lot of things, and the organization really likes to force powerful people to be used as model workers.
"Well, there you go."
It took about two and a half minutes to arrive at the intersection of Yonkacho 7-chome 3 Banji, and stopped on the side of the road with double flashing lights, Akai Shu got out of the car and pretended to troubleshoot, and Ritsu Sasashima observed in the car.
Sure enough, the white Lexus LFA roared from the corner, and when he saw the red light, he had to obediently stop the car, and the main driver was the little brother who greeted the valley and sent the wine.
"Hmm!!"
Ryusuke Kurokawa, who was already very uncomfortable sitting in the co-pilot, suddenly stared at his round eyes, grabbed his neck with both hands in pain, and at the same time pushed his legs forward and straightened, white foam slowly gushed out of his throat, and his heartbeat stopped in less than fifteen seconds.
"Boss? Top dog!! The younger brother stretched out his hand in a panic and probed his nose, and found that there was no sign of breathing, and he was so frightened that he broke out in a cold sweat, what should I do now, the boss died in the car and he was beside him... It's hard to distinguish if you have a mouth.
Ritsu Sasashima, who had witnessed all this, retracted his gaze and said, "Rye, the target is confirmed dead, send me to the base in Setama City." ”
Shuichi Akai pulled the car door and sat in, raised his eyebrows and asked, "Are you going to refresh your sniper record again?" It's really tiring to catch up with you. ”
"Our results in positional sniping are similar, but they are slightly inferior to me in mobile sniping."
"Is a hundred yards a difference 'almost' in your eyes?" Akai Xiuyi took out a cigarette for a moment, thinking that he had already smoked one today, so he simply didn't continue, and said with a light smile: "Could it be that you are stimulating me in this special way?" ”
"It's okay not to learn Gin's paranoia, I didn't mean that."
"Heh, your violin plays well, I haven't seen you play it on weekdays, and you have the style of a violinist."
The topic jumped so much that Ritsu Sasashima curled the corners of her mouth when she heard some self-deprecation here, and asked rhetorically, "Have you ever seen a violinist who pulls the trigger more times than picks up a bow?" ”
"You're a lot better than Sherlock Holmes' violin."
"It doesn't sound like a compliment."
The thumb of his left hand groped for the ring on his index finger, and said with an indifferent expression: "As a criminal, you use Sherlock Holmes to compare you to me... It's not appropriate. ”
"Do you want to be the Napoleon of crime? Same with James Moriarty. ”
"It's tiring to be the leader, I don't want to be anyone, I just want to be myself."
His eyes were full of mockery, he really didn't want to play the role of Toru Nanase or Macallan.
If he could, he wanted to be himself...
Back to the day when the cherry blossoms bloomed four years ago, Ritsu Sasashima was still living a stable life, not the life of licking blood on the tip of the knife now.