Chapter 310 Karasuma Renya: I Have a Plan!

Mrs. Suzuki's embrace is very warm, much warmer than Suzuki Sonoko's.

Little girls often need a man's embrace, but mature beautiful women are different. They prefer to let men immerse themselves in a broad "mind".

Fortunately, Luke has gone through many hardships and relied on his extraordinary will to break free of this broad "shackles".

After all, there is still serious work to be done in the evening.

Moreover, at such a wolf-like age, Mrs. Suzuki cannot feed her too much.

In the afternoon, Luke quietly left the room, leaving the rosy-faced Mrs. Suzuki to freshen up alone.

The opening ceremony of the amusement park was held in the morning. Mrs. Suzuki still wanted to see the effect of the trial opening on this day.

After all, you can't really spend hundreds of billions to create a disposable entertainment product.

No matter how rich the Suzuki Consortium is, it cannot afford such trouble.

In order to make the amusement park profitable or break even, Mrs. Suzuki still has to put in some effort.

But because of Luke, Mrs. Suzuki seemed very motivated.

Luke stopped the car, took off his helmet, and buckled it on the handlebar.

It's eight o'clock in the evening, and Luke arrives as promised.

"You're late."

The model worker still has a cold attitude.

Even though Luke used his identity as a famous detective to help the organization solve a lot of troubles during this period, Mr. Gin still maintained a consistent indifferent attitude towards Luke.

Unlike members of organizations such as Belmode, Chianti, and Curaçao, they pretended to be serious people when they first met. After getting to know each other, they wanted to eat Luke up and wipe him clean.

"A glass of margarita, thank you." Luke greeted the bartender, "Gin-san, you're only two minutes late. My fans are a little too enthusiastic."

The rise in fame has brought Luke a large number of fans. Now when he walks on the road, he often encounters many fans asking for autographs.

They are serious fans, not the kind of fans who wanted to say "fans" like those at Cowherd's shop before.

I'm a little late tonight just because some lovely JKs delayed me a little.

"This is your mission."

Gin ignored Margaret and glanced at Vodka.

Vodka sent the mission information sensibly.

Under normal circumstances, most tasks are sent online to avoid the possibility of organizational intelligence being exposed.

If any member fails the mission, they can be dealt with directly on the spot. Afterwards, the idiots at the Metropolitan Police Department will be able to find some virtual IPs at most.

For example, Pisk was killed by Gin on the orders of the Boss because he was photographed by a photographer during the assassination of politician Tonko Shigehiko and left behind important evidence of the murder.

Nothing unusual could be found at all, so it could only be characterized as suicide due to fear of crime.

Luke had only taken over tasks like today that required face-to-face handover a few times.

Once, it was even related to the organization's BOSS.

Luke took the mission file and glanced at it a few times. No, look at it a few more times.

Wait, it seems like we need to take a closer look.

Luke carefully flipped through the mission file, raised his head, and stared at the two of them with a strange look.

Gin still had the same poker face that had remained unchanged for thousands of years, and Vodka wore black-framed sunglasses. Most of his face was covered, making it difficult to see the changes in his expression.

"Gin, who assigned this stupid endless mission?"

You may call this task complicated, but it's not too complicated.

But whether the mission succeeds or fails, Luke's life is definitely in danger.

By then, it is estimated that both red and black will definitely want to take action to deal with him first.

To put it simply, BOSS had a "genius-like" idea.

Since the organization has always had a steady stream of undercover agents joining over the years, why can't he send people there to be undercover agents?

Not only that, BOSS also requires undercover agents to join the public security, FBI, CIA and other organizations, and then return to the organization undercover in the name of performing tasks.

And through instigating rebellion, framing and other means to win over a group and eliminate a group, the secret intelligence organizations of various countries are used as training bases for black organizations.

In other words, what the intelligence organizations of various countries could do before is now left to their black organizations.

In this way, no one can tell who is who by the end.

It looks like the Hydra that lives in S.H.I.E.L.D. in the Marvel world.

I am in you, you are in me.

Damn it, who can tell the difference between the black organization and the official organization now?

If the old immortal Renye Karasuma could accomplish this, the black organization that researched immortality drugs would actually become a subordinate organization shared by many countries.

Needless to say, this guy is obviously a pitch-black crow, but he has found a way to make his organization whitest.

However, the only thing that needs to be noted is that the probability of success of this plan is almost zero.

"If you want me to die, you can do it with one bullet now, so you don't have to go to such trouble."

Luke was a little helpless.

Such a suicide attempt might still be possible if there is official cooperation.

Just think of it as a civilian scientist falling into the arms of the official father.

All countries understand it.

But considering what Karasuma Renya is studying, is it something that serious civil science can produce?

If he doesn't die, who will?

Luke?

Well, depending on the situation, Luke might be the first to die.

"Or is it because of Belmod? Didn't you say that you have nothing to do with her? I'll see."

Bang——

The silencer-equipped pistol did not produce a harsh gunshot when the trigger was pulled, but the bullet still hit a bottle of brandy on the counter behind Luke.

The glass bottle burst violently, and the crystal clear wine spilled all over the floor.

The bartender remained calm, his hands moving non-stop, concentrating on mixing the wine.

Gin put away the pistol.

"Margaret, this is a task that the boss specially assigned to you."

Well, it's not because of jealousy.

It's just because Margaret insulted the boss of the organization.

Although the task that the boss assigned to Margaret was indeed a bit difficult, it was not a reason for Margaret to be presumptuous.

Luke spread his hands indifferently.

He had long been accustomed to Gin-san's violent temper of pulling out a gun at any time.

If it were an ordinary peripheral member, Gin's reckless behavior would definitely calm them down.

But for members with code names, this means is not even a warning.

It can only be said that it is an implicit reminder of goodwill.

Yes, in the style of hard-working Gin, this way of doing things is simple and crude, but it is indeed a way for Gin to express goodwill.

He himself is half a person walking under the light, and it is easy to go to the opposite side of the organization, so someone needs to remind Luke to always pay attention to his behavior.

If someone talks about some small problems one day, the only one who will suffer is Margaret herself.

In a sense, although Margaret is a bit of a bastard, her ability is several times stronger than that of most members of the organization.

Gin has already regarded this guy as the successor of his organization's Neon Branch, so he will naturally pay more attention to details in some aspects.

"Boss's mission?"

"Yes, Boss is very optimistic about you, and he thinks that only you can complete this task."

Gin rarely paints a big cake for the members of the organization, but this skill of painting a big cake is much worse than that of the project manager of Luke's company in his previous life.

His tone is cold, his expression is frozen, and his actions are not enthusiastic enough. It seems that there is no motivation for people to "work overtime on their own initiative".

"Margaret, when you complete the mission, I promise you can take my place."

"What if you can't complete it?"

Luke said meaninglessly.

Gin didn't answer.

If members of the organization want to survive, they can only complete the mission.

If you can't complete the mission, you can consider whether you should go to see Satan or Hades.

"After a while, Curacao will give you the list. We will start with the Neon Public Security Bureau."

Gin changed the subject.

Luke sighed in his heart.

It's not easy to get involved in terrorist organizations these years.

Sure enough, it's better for that old guy, Karasuma Renya, to die early and be reborn early.

"Okay, remember to arrange an identity for me."

Luke drank the margarite and put down the glass.

The sour and sweet taste of lemon juice and the spicy taste of alcohol stimulated the mouth, just like the ups and downs of life.

Gin nodded.

"Don't die."

He warned.

Luke waved his hand and walked straight to the door of the bar.

Gin looked at him silently.

When Gin was young, he also completed an almost impossible task given to him by a boss, and then he became the person in charge of the current Neon Organization.

Now, young Margaret has also embarked on this path.

Gin still remembers that the last young man he favored was Rye.

But Rye exposed his true identity because of his impatience before he came into contact with the core of the organization.

This incident is still a shame that he remembers in his heart.

He must take Rye's life to wash away this shame!

Thinking of this, Gin's coldness became heavier.

Vodka shuddered.

Why did the boss Gin lose his temper again?

Didn't he already control his mouth honestly?

After spending so much time with Margaret, Vodka has clearly realized that his position in the eldest brother's heart is far less than Margaret.

In order to keep the driver, cough, and the opportunity to be with the eldest brother, Vodka has deliberately pretended to be a wooden man quietly these days.

I believe that with the elder brother's carefulness, sooner or later he will find that Vodka, the calm old man in the organization, is the elder brother's most loyal subordinate!

Vodka swore in his heart.

But now it seems that even if he doesn't talk much, the elder brother is still a little dissatisfied.

Is it because he thinks he has no self-judgment ability?

Thinking about the elder brother's previous shooting at Margaret, Vodka's eyes lit up.

"Brother, do you need to get rid of Margaret?"

Vodka asked in a muffled voice.

The elder brother shot at Margaret = dissatisfied with Margaret = killing Margaret, the elder brother will think he is useful.

Simple trigonometric equation.

Gin came back to his senses and heard Vodka's stupid speech clearly.

He glanced at Vodka coldly.

"If you want to die, I can give you a bullet now."

This idiot.

Gin cursed in his heart.

He thought that Vodka had been quiet these days because he had figured out his position.

I didn't expect to get sick again today.

If the organization wasn't short of manpower recently, Gin would have wanted to replace the idiot Vodka a long time ago.

Unfortunately, Margaret is at a critical moment of promotion now, and she may not be able to come back to handle the organization's tasks in the next few years.

I can only bear it and continue to use her.

Although the Vodka people are a bit stupid, they are very loyal to the organization, and Gin can't fault him in this regard.

Moreover, having vodka by your side is much better than having an undercover agent.

Thinking of this, Gin stood up and prepared to leave the bar.

Once Margaret left, his workload became even greater.

Before the handover of the information was completed, Gin planned to deal with the backlog of tasks in the past few months, so as not to be overwhelmed when new tasks were assigned in the future.

There was a ten thousand dollar bill under the wine glass on the table.

Gin lowered the brim of his hat.

Keep the change, please.

After that, he was about to turn around and leave.

As a result, Gin didn't leave.

The bartender held his hand.

Turning around again, Gin had murderous intent on his face.

"you"

Before Gin could question him, the bartender let go of his hand and pointed with a smile at the brandy that shattered into pieces of glass.

"Master Gin, we don't have enough money."

Gin was silent.

The bartender is smiling.

Being able to work as a bartender safely in a dark place like the black organization is naturally no ordinary person.

He is the ruthless figure under Rum, the second-in-command of the organization.

Because of some things, he had to step back and now becomes the supervisor of the Neon Branch.

Of course, only he, the person in charge, knew about this matter.

Gin looked directly at the bartender.

Vodka is ready.

"Vodka."

The vodka was excited and he was about to take action when he heard the gin boss add the next sentence.

"Pay."

Vodka was stunned.

Gin lowered the brim of his hat, turned around and left.

Rum, just an old guy occupying a position.

Give him some face for the time being, and when Margaret returns from her mission, he will have plenty of ways to deal with this old guy who refuses to give up his position.

"Mr. Vodka, the total is 368,600 yen. Can I pay by card or cash?"

The bartender smiled.

Hearing this, Vodka was stunned again and subconsciously asked:

"How much did you say?!"

"The total is 368,600 yen. Can I pay by card or cash?"

The bartender was not impatient at all and repeated it thoughtfully.

Vodka's mouth twitched.

In 1994, the average salary at Neon was 310,000 yen, and this was a salary that only serious elite white-collar workers could get.

If there are too many people at the bottom, they cannot meet the standards.

In other words, the bottle of wine that Gin smashed directly wiped out a month's hard work of an outstanding social worker.

Although the black organization usually has tens of billions of incoming and outgoing funds, it is all the organization's own money and actually has little to do with their members.

Vodka may be a little expensive, but a bottle of wine costs more than 360,000 yuan, which is still a bit beyond his affordability.

Can Margaret and Brother be reimbursed for this money?

Such a thought flashed through Vodka's mind.

"Mr. Vodka, are you okay? Can I make you a drink to calm down your shock?"

the bartender asked.

Vogat immediately came to his senses and shook his head vigorously.

don't want!

Definitely not!

He is not a spendthrift like Margaret, who can waste all kinds of expensive drinks as if they were tap water.

"Swipe your card."

Vodka gritted his teeth and said these two words.

The pain was excruciating.

With so much money, how many idol peripherals and signed photos can he buy?

Next time, if the elder brother aims his gun, he will definitely stop him.

Margaret can die, but not at the expense of her vodka wallet.

A satisfied smile appeared on the bartender's face.

He knew that Vodka, a little Karami who only drank cheap drinks to express his complaints, could not recognize whether the drinks were good or bad.

Of course, this does not mean that the bartender cheated you out of money.

Three hundred and sixty-eight thousand six hundred yen is the official selling price. From the outside, this price is indeed correct.

But as for the actual purchase price, I can only say that I understand it. (End of chapter)