Chapter Ninety-Three: The Chief Leader of the Red Romantic Men's Model Team
"Dusk Police Department, may I ask when he will be able to be interviewed by the Uehara Police Department?"
"Well, it mainly depends on his recovery from his injuries.
"I'm sure you also know that Uehara-kun has just come down from the hospital bed not long ago, and although the doctor has confirmed that he is fine, he still needs to rest.
"Uehara-kun also means that I ask the media friends not to portray him as a hero, he just did what he should do as a police officer......"
Rice Flower Town in the middle of the night, the 20th floor of the Daikoku Building, Cocktail Bar.
The melodious saxophone music on the dance floor lingered in the ears of the menβ
Only three men dressed in black sat next to the huge booth, and a beautiful blonde skillfully played curling behind the bar.
The sound of the ice clashing constantly interfered with the TV news reporter's report, and the eyes of the blonde man holding a cigarette in the center of the booth grew cold.
"This policeman's life is really big, he didn't die."
Even in the middle of the night, the square-faced man still wearing sunglasses took a sip of his wine glass, enjoying the spicy pleasure while not forgetting to comment on the content in the news: "You're right, agave." β
"Luck, vodka."
The tall man with a Kansai accent shook his wine glass lightly, and under his thick beard, the chin with a beauty groove stood out in the dim light: "But it can be regarded as earned by this policeman." The Suzuki Foundation, the Takasugi Foundation, and the people in the organization seem to have heard that his file has been sent to the table of the first and second leaders of the Metropolitan Police Department. β
"That's not what you said, isn't it normal for a policeman like Katsumi Uehara to be valued, especially since his net worth is still innocent."
The voice full of banter is like a devil that tickles people's minds, and the glamorous girl who was still in front of the bar before stepped into the booth with a glass of wine at some point, making the unknown vodka and tequila frown.
Where did this woman come from?
Do you want to go crazy if you want to get on top?
A peripheral member who doesn't even have a code name dares to interject in their chat?
"By the way, this gentleman."
The woman placed the cocktail on the tray on the only blonde man in the booth who exuded coldness from top to bottom, and under the horrified gaze of vodka and tequila, she slowly leaned down and leaned into his ear: "This glass of wine was invited to you." β
"Have you had enough, Belmode?"
The killing intent in the eyes of the man biting the cigarette was overflowing in an instant, and he raised his left hand to hold the chisel ice pick in the ice bucket on the side, and grabbed her hair with his right hand and threw it to the table, and the sharp sharp cone stabbed it in an instant!
Winter!
Under the horrified gaze of vodka and tequila, a new seductive face appeared along with the woman's disguise nailed to the tableβ
"Bey, Belmode......"
As the most loyal driver of the eldest brother, a few drops of cold sweat broke out on the sideburns of vodka the moment he saw this face. The man, codenamed Tequila, closed his mouth instantly.
"Really, you're still the same, it's not interesting at all, Gin."
Tuning all the blonde hair that had fallen to her chest behind her shoulders, Belmode, the famous Witch with a Thousand Faces in the organization, stretched out her hand in such a grand manner, resting her elbow on Gin's shoulder, and the corners of her mouth raised a hint of playfulness: "Just kidding." β
The little brother vodka on the side was a little puzzled when he saw the visitor: "Belmode, you are not in the United States-"
"The matter in the United States is settled, of course, I came to Japan to take a vacation, after all, I can't go out and relax there." Belmode raised his eyes, and his beautiful eyes reflected the figures of the two members of the organization in front of him.
Gin, who was in charge of the shelf and gave her elbows, bit her cigarette and couldn't help but snort coldly, and a cruel smile rose at the corner of her mouth: "A woman like you will come to Japan at this time for only one purpose." β
"Really?"
Belmode sat down noncommittally in the place where vodka and tequila had been offered, crossed his legs and lit a cigarette, and casually threw the lighter on the table: "I'm here to help you, Gin." Akemi Miyano seems to have really agreed to your conditions, and you really plan to see her leave the organization after you are done? β
"Don't stretch your hand out of bounds, Belmode." Without the slightest hesitation, Gin got up and left, and Vodka, seeing this, got up and followed.
Belmode, who slowly exhaled a puff of smoke rings, sat on the booth, watching the two men leave with meaningful eyes. The red lips opened lightly, and the tequila on the side suddenly had a thrill-
"Where's the list, did you get it?"
"Got it, the list of those programmers has been given to Belmode, and the transaction time is scheduled for the Mantendo Game Development Conference in two months."
"Be careful not to get caught by the tail by the police."
"I understand that the transaction is very secretive and will not be discovered."
"Just know what you know."
Seeing that Belmode didn't mean to ask any more, the tequila, who had finished answering, also got up and left the dangerous booth-
Belmode, the Witch with a Thousand Faces in the organization, is an extremely dangerous existence, just like Gin.
After the tequila also left, Belmode, who was shaking the sherry in the glass, took a sip and watched the snowflakes fluttering outside the floor-to-ceiling windows of the barβ
His eyes gradually became cold as the snowflakes fell.
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"Ahh
The next morning, Katsumi Uehara, who had finally returned to his apartment, had just gotten up and lifted the quilt when he sneezed.
"Which turtle bastard is scolding me behind my back again......"
Rubbing his nose, the man in a pair of big pants yawned and opened the bedroom door, and looked in the mirror at the long hair that had grown back after a long bed rest, and the more he looked at it, the more satisfied he became.
"Hello? Uncle, is the karaoke room on Christmas night open for reservations now? β
"Yo, rare guest, will a big hero like you still come to my place to sing?"
"Fuck off, I'm calling you to take care of your business, don't you welcome it?"
"Welcome, of course welcome.
"But if you really want to take care of my business, quit your job and come to me as a top brand, it's definitely not a problem, you were also a champion model, and you can say so much, there must be a lot of people who point at you."
Katsumi Uehara, who was brushing his teeth, couldn't even figure out: "Please add a definite word, amateur group." β
"Is there a difference between amateur and professional? Why don't you just take two steps, pat the cover of the magazine, pat the advertising belt to bring the goods? β
"With your IQ, it's not unreasonable that you can't be a professional singer, obviously the two who played in the band with you were selected to make their debut."
"It's not unreasonable that you can't be a professional model."
"Fart, low-end models are only worth a few dollars, and if I didn't have the shortcomings of the start-up capital, I wouldn't have bothered to participate in that competition. There is also an amateur group engraved on the trophy, and I am embarrassed to show it off. β
Katsumi Uehara, who had rinsed his mouth and washed his face, cursed in his mouth, returned to his room, put on his shirt and trousers, and picked out a long burgundy trench coat from the closet.
"You can say if there is one, it is a larger box, and I and those friends want to get together and have a drink, which can be regarded as celebrating the rest of my life after the catastrophe."