I am in Mihua, and the ladies all like me

Rum noticed it but didn't say much, just asked casually.

"Did Vermouth say anything to you on the way back just now?"

"..."

Chapter 652: Rum

Did Vermouth say anything...

In the final analysis, the reason why Rum called Curacao here for dinner was, to put it bluntly, not to comfort his subordinates nor because the latter had just been in danger and to calm his emotions he staged such a scene of having a heart-to-heart talk with the old boss.

The only thing he cared about was whether Curacao would reveal information about him to the National Police Agency or other people in the organization.

As the saying goes, a dormitory of five people can form six groups. Generally speaking, as long as an organization has more than two people, there is a possibility of party split.

This is the case even for a few small organizations, let alone transnational criminal organizations like wineries.

Even with the top management trying their best to eliminate dissidents to a degree close to PTSD, the winery was still inevitably divided into two factions.

One of them is the Rum faction headed by Rum, the second-in-command, and the other is the traditional boss faction that firmly supports Karasuma Ren'ye.

For example, Vermouth is a typical boss.

So if you really think about it, even though they are in the same organization, Rum doesn't trust Vermouth at all. In fact, the two of them can basically be considered to be in a hostile relationship in secret.

This is also why after Rum heard Vermouth mention on the phone that he was optimistic about Curacao, he immediately asked the other party to bring Curacao to him.

It’s not that Curacao is really that important to him, but as a close confidant, Curacao is highly valued by him and is likely to have some information that can be used to overthrow him in the organization.

He had no idea what the rum was, nor did he know if it existed at all, but he had to be skeptical until he found out everything.

A sharp blade is best when it is just a blade, but once the blade has its own ideas and may even turn against its owner, then the blade can no longer be used and must be destroyed immediately.

Curacao also knew this, so when Rum asked this question, she also became very alert.

She knew that she had to be very careful with every sentence, every word, every subtle expression, even the movement of her eyes. Otherwise, she would not be able to eat, or even leave the building.

Hey~

At this moment, the crisp prompt sound of the elevator spread like ripples in the huge panoramic restaurant.

The elevator door slowly opened, and a food cart was slowly pushed out from it. Its wheels rolled across the ground and arrived at the dining table for the two.

Red wine is served first, followed by appetizers such as buttered bread, then steak and mushroom soup, etc.

According to Western dining habits, steak must be covered when served. From the vibration of the metal cover and the faint crackling sound inside, you can tell that this is definitely a steak that has just been out of the pan. It will be most delicious when it cools down a little.

With the waiter coming in, Rum shut up for the time being and stopped talking.

Although the Dahei Hotel is an organization's property, it does not mean that all employees there are core members.

Just like Pisco, which is still soaking in the bottom of Tokyo Bay, in fact, he is the only core member of the entire Mitsubishi Motors.

There is no need to disclose to peripheral members things that they should not know.

"One sirloin, one fillet... To be honest, I personally recommend sirloin steak."

The waiter who came with the cart kept serving dishes with his head down but talked unexpectedly a lot.

Curacao was still thinking about Rum's question and subconsciously opened his napkin to cover himself. He listened absent-mindedly but couldn't help feeling a little strange.

By the way, does this voice sound familiar?

"By the way, sir, please hold your napkin higher. Your steak will be out of the pot later. If the napkin is too low, it will..."

"I know, I know."

Rum was getting impatient.

After being perfunctorily answered twice, the waiter stopped talking, placed the cutlery on the table one by one, and put one hand on the steak lid, as if he was going to open it in the next second.

but--

puff.

It was like the sound of a newly forged samurai sword cutting into a pork chop being tested.

A dinner knife appeared on Rum's temple, the blade was gone, leaving only the handle.

His brain stem was destroyed in an instant, and the second-in-command of the winery didn't even have time to say his last words. His lips trembled twice and his body fell softly to the side.

Everything happened in a flash, and Curacao, who was sitting opposite him, was stunned.

She saw it clearly. At the moment when Rum's vision was blocked by the napkin, the waiter suddenly grabbed the knife that had been placed on the table together with the spoon and fork, and stabbed it into Rum's temple with his backhand like a dagger.

Precise! Decisive! Ruthless!

It was still that faint boy's voice. The waiter in front of him took off his disguise, revealing his true face named Serabell.

"Where were we? Oh, hold the napkin higher, or your blood might splash into the steak and you won't be able to eat it."

In front of Curacao, Serabelle stirred the knife in Rum's brain twice before pulling it out, pushed the body aside, took two napkins from the paper box on the table and wiped it, then opened the red wine bottle and poured some wine from it to soak the knife, then took two more napkins and wiped it.

After doing all this, Serabelle sat down in Rum's original position, holding the knife in her left hand and the fork in her right hand, and started cutting the steak, complaining expressionlessly.

"I'm really starving. I only had breakfast at home at 10am today. I didn't even have time to eat lunch because I've been busy until now. When the food truck came up just now, the elevator smelled so good. If I wasn't worried that the quantity wouldn't match after it was delivered, I would really like to eat something to fill my stomach first."

Curacao "..."

It was hard for her to say what her exact mood was at the moment.

Shocked?

Maybe a little, but it doesn't seem that shocking.

are you afraid?

She wasn't really scared. Being in a criminal organization like the winery, Curacao knew very well that she was not a good person. She had killed quite a few people during missions.

Angry?

That simply does not exist.

If I have to say it, it would probably be... confusion.

Because it just happened, and it happened right before our eyes, so in short, it just happened, nothing else.

but--

"You just... killed Rum?"

Curacao asked this question in a tone that even he felt was a little too calm.

"Hmm? Oh yeah, he was my target originally."

Serabelle used a knife and fork to stuff a piece of steak into her mouth, then raised her hand to look at the knife that was still covered in red and white mucus about ten seconds ago.

"It's okay, it's already been wiped, it's clean, don't worry about it, just eat~"

After saying that, he started to eat with relish.

Curacao was silent for a moment, then tried to cut a piece of steak and put it in his mouth.

It tastes pretty good.

I was originally very casual about the cover, but the editor spoke up.

"I asked you to recommend a book to see if you can get more results."

As the saying goes, the cover is like a person's continuity. Since I can't open it, I changed it to a picture I found on the big bookshelf before.

yeah~

There are pictures here, which can be viewed after the updated version

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Chapter 653 Sister Bei: Don’t even think about coming in tomorrow!

"Looking forward to your next visit."

An hour later, after having a free dinner at the panoramic restaurant on the top floor, Serabelle and Curacao left the Dahei Hotel with a bow from the guard at the main entrance.

It was already late at night outside, and the air, which had been slightly hot after a whole day of direct sunlight, was gradually cooling down.

The evening breeze blew, and Curacao's long white hair was gently lifted by the air flow. She walked down the stairs first.

And Serabelle followed closely behind him, still wearing his woolen hotel waiter uniform, with his head lowered, holding the work clothes he had stuffed to Curacao on the Ferris wheel. At first glance, he looked like a servant carrying a bag for Her Majesty the Queen.

But no one knows that the actual status relationship between the two parties is actually completely opposite.

It was as if no one would have guessed that someone would have killed the second-in-command of the organization within the organization's industry.

After leaving the hotel, the two walked along the street for a while and then turned into an alley where a black Audi was parked quietly.

Vermouth had already left early. Serabell came to the car, opened the driver's door, and gestured to Curacao to sit in the passenger seat.

"…What are you going to do next?"

The engine started, and a slight vibration spread throughout the car. Curacao took the opportunity to look at Serabelle in the driver's seat while reversing.

After what happened with Rum, she could no longer look at this boy who was almost ten years younger than her and looked like he was still in high school the same way as she did on the Ferris wheel.

Such a meticulous assassination plan, perfect disguise, precise grasp of the timing of the attack, and the ability to sit down and eat calmly after killing someone, no matter how you look at it, it is definitely not what a normal seventeen-year-old boy should have.

In other words, Serabelle is the same type of person as her, Vermouth... or even Gin.

Since the well-intentioned disguise is only required for the mission, we should not look at what he says, but what he intends to do.

Curacao pursed his lips and secretly became alert.

So, under the gaze of Miss White Hair beside her, Serabelle successfully reversed out of the alley and shifted the car into gear, then put her hands on the steering wheel and looked up at the sky, thinking.

"Go home... Oh no, I have to send you back first."

"……where to?"

Curacao pressed on, the previous trust gone.

However, Serabelle simply shrugged and gave her an answer she had not expected.

"Where else can you go? Just find a hotel and stay there. Or do you think you can return to the organization in your current state?"

Serabelle turned half of her body and set the navigation system to the hotel where Vermouth was currently staying.

"I'll get a room for you, and you can rest there tonight. As for what you want to do next, we'll talk about it later."

Curacao "..."

Aren't you planning to sell her out directly?

"Okay, fasten your seatbelts and let's go."

After saying the last sentence, Serabelle stepped on the accelerator and drove forward.

The process after that is very simple.

Arrived at the hotel, checked into the room, dropped off Curacao, then went downstairs and back to the car.

When they came out of the hotel where Vermouth was staying and returned to the car in the parking lot downstairs, Serabel thought for a moment, took out her cell phone and sent a message to her.

[I'll leave her downstairs for now, and keep a close eye on her.]

Serabelle did not specify the room number and floor, nor did she tell Vermouth what to do. She just asked her to be a little more careful.

Translated it means - if you want to keep an eye on her, pay attention; if you don't want to see her, be careful not to bump into her accidentally.

"Well……"

At the same time, in the top-floor suite of the hotel, Vermouth, who had returned earlier, was sitting on the sofa in the living room wrapped in a large bath towel after taking a shower.

The warm light shone down from the glass lamp on the ceiling, reflecting the crystal water droplets on the collarbone and shoulders of the Thousand-Faced Witch.

Hearing the sound of the cell phone, she leaned forward slightly, picked it up from the coffee table, opened it and took a look, and couldn't help but raise her eyebrows.

He actually pushed the trouble of Curacao onto her, it's really... Did he really treat her as a teammate he could trust at will?

But that's okay.

After a little thought, Vermouth started typing.

[You are downstairs now? You must have had dinner already. I just took a shower and it is inconvenient for me to go downstairs. How about you come up directly? ]