Gin likes me?

Looking at the restaurant whose building part above the sea began to collapse, Wilson's eyes were filled with guilt and sadness!

He knew that if it weren't for Nicole and himself, Uozuka Saburo and Vermouth would never have encountered such danger!

Although Wilson also had doubts about the actions of Saburo Uozuka and Vermouth, after all, when he brought Nicole out, Wilson already knew that his wife was not pregnant.

He was deceived by Vermouth, but he didn't want to dwell on it.

Because no matter what, he and Nicole were able to leave the restaurant safely thanks to the actions of Saburo Uozuka and Vermouth.

No matter how things are handled later, Wilson just wants to see Saburo Uozuka and Vermouth again.

However, this wish is obviously difficult to achieve.

Listening to the various "experts" who kept saying things like, under such conditions, people in the building had almost no chance of survival, and that they had to be careful when salvaging, Wilson could only say that it was the right decision to send Nicole to the ambulance and away from here.

If his sentimental wife heard this, she would cry so hard out of sadness that she might even hurt herself.

"I don't believe you're going to die like this, Zhang! You and Julie must come back!"

Looking at the choppy sea, Wilson slowly clenched his fists.

Now he can only pray silently in his heart.

No, there were other things he could do.

His originally sad eyes suddenly became sharp, and the moment he raised his right hand, the leader of the bodyguards who had been following him took a step forward.

"gentlemen."

"Edward, mobilize all the intelligence networks you can use. I want to know who those leeches are that ruined my exhibition, trapped Nicole and me, and may have even hurt my two best friends!"

"I see. I'll arrange it right away."

. . .

"Master Chivas, I have a problem here,"

There was no knock on the door; the door to his office was pushed open from the outside.

Chivas put down the pen in his hand helplessly and looked at Carnington who was rushing over.

Chivas has always been very patient with his deputy, not to mention that he knows that if something really urgent had not happened, Carnington would not have pushed open the door of his office so rudely.

"What happened? Calm down and talk slowly."

Turning over the wine glass on his desk, Chivas unscrewed the cap of the whiskey bottle and poured a glass of wine for Carnington.

"Five hours have passed since the appointed time, but I have not received the mission report from Vermouth."

"Ok?"

The action of pouring the wine slowly paused, and a strange white light flashed across the lens on Chivas' nose.

"Can you confirm that Vermouth completed the mission on time?"

"It is basically certain, because when reporting the mission last night, Vermouth said that the mission would be completed today."

He nodded slightly. Although due to the confidentiality regulations, Carnington could not know the location and process of Vermouth's mission, he could still find out the specified time.

But until now, Carnington has not received any report from Vermouth on the completion of the mission, which makes him a little panicked.

"Vermouth has never had this kind of problem before. I wonder if there is something wrong with the mission."

"Your suspicion is based on certain facts, but I don't think the problem is too serious."

Chivas supported his chin with his hands crossed, and although he became serious, he was not as flustered as Carnington.

"You may not know that after Vermouth took on this mission, before the final execution phase began, she applied to the organization for a helper to carry out the mission."

"Requesting for help? That Vermouth? Doesn't she always carry out missions on her own?"

His eyebrows raised, Carnington was a little surprised by the information he got from Chivas.

According to the information he knew, Vermouth had never said that she trusted anyone in the organization, especially when it came to sharing her own safety issues with other people during a mission.

"Who is that helper? He should be an elite cadre at least."

"Vodka, you should be familiar with this name."

"...It turned out to be Vodka? It seems that what the organization said about the close relationship between Vermouth, Vodka and Gin is true."

He nodded suddenly, and Carnington's worried heart calmed down.

After all, it is vodka.

Although he is a member of a branch of the Neon Organization, he relies on his own abilities, oh, and Gin's blatant favoritism towards him to become a well-known member in the Magnesium Organization.

You have to know that no matter in the organizations of Magnesium or Japan, Saburo Uozuka is listed as the person who should not be provoked the most. To make a group of lunatics who commit crimes all day long so alert and afraid, Saburo Uozuka can be said to be gifted.

"But we cannot rule out the possibility of encountering difficulties and dangers during the mission. Carnington, before Vermouth contacts you to say that the mission is complete, you should temporarily stop dealing with other matters. This mission is very important, and we have to take good care of it."

Although they thought there shouldn't be any problems with the combination of vodka and Vermouth, Chivas, who are known to be very rigorous, decided to be careful.

"I will also investigate the specific situation. You can go back first."

"Okay, Mr. Chivas."

Bowing respectfully, Carnington quickly walked out of Chivas' office and slowly closed the door.

"After a delay of five hours, there is still no news of mission completion. It seems that there is a big problem on Vermouth's side."

The moment Carnington left the room, Chivas' originally relaxed smile suddenly turned gloomy.

He was well aware of the seriousness of the matter, and knew that he was powerless to do anything about it.

After all, this woman, Vermouth, has always adhered to the principle of secrecy in the organization. Even I am not qualified to know about her mission at will.

"The question now is whether or not to tell the boss about this immediately..."

His eyes kept flickering, and finally Chivas decided to give Vermouth a little more time.

"Vermouth, Vodka, please don't let me down."

. . .

“Hmm… Yeah.”

When Vermouth opened her heavy eyes with difficulty, her consciousness was hazy and unclear.

If she were in this state normally, Vermouth would immediately bite the tip of her tongue, using the pain to forcefully awaken her body's perception and dull consciousness, and then quickly observe the surrounding environment.

But now, Vermouth is in a strange state.

"It turns out that those legends are true. After a person dies, there really is such a magical thing as a soul."

Vermouth had no control over her body at all, as if only her brain belonged to her. She slowly looked around.

It was pitch black, with no light at all. The only thing I could hear was a strange buzzing sound ringing in my ears.

"It's so dark, it definitely can't be heaven. Sure enough, people like me will go to hell after death."

It could be said that she was in a delicate mood, or that she was relieved. Vermouth was actually quite calm about the fact that she was "dead".

"But before I died, I seemed to vaguely hear the voice of Brother Uozuka. I wonder if he escaped."

"Before you died, your last fantasy was Uozuka-san, Vermouth, you are really ridiculous."

"It's really funny. I never knew you were such a fanciful person, Vermouth. You can even make up a novel just by talking to yourself. You have a very rich imagination."

With a "pop" sound, the surrounding darkness was completely dissipated.

Her eyes were frightened by the sudden light, but Vermouth did not close her eyes at all. She just looked at the source of the familiar voice in shock.

"Why, you find it hard to accept that you didn't go to hell?"

Dragging his tired body to the chair beside Vermouth's bed and sitting down, Uozuka Saburo did not hesitate to lift up Vermouth's quilt and the hem of her shirt, carefully observing the wound that was pierced by the steel bar, and only breathed a sigh of relief after confirming that it had begun to improve.

Vermouth stared blankly at Uozuka Saburo's actions for a while before transferring the realization to her own environment.

It looked like a simple ward, and the strange buzzing sound I had heard before was the air conditioner running.

"Does it hurt?"

"No." Vermouth just noticed that her voice was a little hoarse and subconsciously answered Uozuka Saburo's question. Then she noticed that her clothes around her waist were held in Uozuka Saburo's hands.

"It seems that the anesthetic hasn't worn off yet. But that's okay. When the anesthetic wears off completely, you will feel the pain."

After smoothing his clothes again, Uozuka Saburo looked at Vermouth who was staring at him without saying a word. His eyes flickered and he spoke in a bad mood.

"Why are you looking at me like that?"

"No, I just can't believe that you, Brother Uozuka, actually saved me from such an environment."

Subconsciously, she wanted to reveal a smile as usual, but Vermouth found that her mood was so weird that she couldn't even smile the fake smile she was best at.

As her consciousness gradually returned, Vermouth finally remembered what had happened before she fell into a coma.

His waist and abdomen were pierced by steel bars, and he lost too much blood. Coupled with being soaked in sea water, his body completely lost its strength.

Even though I was on the verge of death, I was brought out of the sea by Uozuka Saburo.

Brought out in such a complex and turbulent ocean current.

Her eyes fell on Uozuka Saburo's cheeks and exposed neck. The scratches all over made Vermouth realize what price and effort Uozuka Saburo had paid to achieve this.

It was also at this moment that he completely recalled what kind of magical feeling the unusually tall and majestic figure of Uozuka Saburo, who stood in front of him and looked condescending, had brought to him when he was in a trance.

sense of security.

Vermouth originally thought that this was a feeling that had completely disappeared from her in this life, but she actually felt it.

"Is this why Hotaru is so obsessed with Uozuka-san?"

A strange idea flashed through her mind. Looking at Saburo Uozuka, who was looking at her with annoyance but whose eyes could not hide the concern and worry, Vermouth's mood suddenly improved.

"Why, I saved you by mistake. Do you know how hard it was to get you out of the sea when you were like a dead fish? In order to avoid the police on the sea, I even..."

"Thank you, Uozuka-san."

"...Tsk, you should have a good rest first. Although I treated your wound, you can't escape recuperation."

"I understand, but can you give me some water, Uozuka-san?"

"You can't drink too much water right now. Just apply some on your lips. Wait a moment, I'll go find a cotton swab."

"Don't bother with that~ I don't mind if Uozuka-san feeds me mouth to mouth~"

"Ha, what bullshit are you talking about!"

"What does it matter? Didn't Uozuka-san kiss me in the sea anyway~"

"Isn't that to give you air? If you can't hold your breath, how can I watch you drown, you bastard!"

“Hahaha~hahaha~”

561: Give the phone to Vermouth

Although Vermouth started teasing him as soon as she woke up, Uozuka Saburo was relieved when he saw that she was in a good mood and state.

Because of their identities, Saburo Uozuka was unable to send Vermouth to a regular hospital for surgery and treatment.

He had no choice but to find a small private hospital that was not too big but had all the necessary equipment.

After knocking the boss unconscious and controlling him, Uozuka Saburo personally removed the steel bars from Vermouth's waist and abdomen and sutured the wound, then took him away from the nearest small hospital and brought him to the "underground hospital" which is relatively famous in the killer circle in Los Angeles to rest.

It can only be said that thanks to the solid medical knowledge that Saburo Uozuka had mastered in his comprehensive training as a killer, and the teaching and guidance of a talented surgical doctor, Narimi Asai, Saburo Uozuka's operation went very smoothly this time.

"Although you're awake, you should still have a good rest. I've already contacted the organization and told them that the mission failed."

"How long have I been unconscious?"

"It's been 11 hours. I don't have the contact information of the organizers in Magnesium, so I contacted Rum and asked him to relay my message. I fell asleep before and woke up less than two hours ago."

Thinking of the message on his mobile phone from Chivas, the general affairs director of the Magnesium Organization, Saburo Uozuka was no longer in a hurry.

After knowing that both himself and Vermouth were seriously injured and the mission had failed, the superiors did not rush to ask about the progress of the mission. Instead, they asked Uozuka Saburo and Vermouth to recover from their injuries and return to the organization as soon as they were able to move.

It's not that he didn't think of sending someone to pick up Saburo Uozuka and Vermouth, but this inquiry made Saburo Uozuka reject it at the first sight.

Based on what Saburo Uozuka knew about the situation of the Neon Organization, Saburo Uozuka also had great doubts about the security issues of the Magnesium Organization.

Although he was also covered in wounds, it did not affect his movements. However, Vermouth was really unable to move.

Uozuka Saburo also felt that it would be troublesome if some people with ulterior motives in the organization discovered the whereabouts of himself and Vermouth at this time.

Saburo Uozuka is very clear that his reputation in the organization in Magnesium Country is very bad.