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Chapter 162 The Absinthe Wild Man! Inviting Guests, Beheading, and Taking Him as a Dog
Beika Town, a cocktail bar.

Gin, Cohen, and Chianti returned to the familiar place.

This time, besides them, there were only a few staff members wearing vests in the bar; they were also peripheral members of the organization.

Responsible for gathering intelligence and doing odd jobs.

Gin booked the entire bar for this welcome banquet, and of course, he had to pay for it.

This is an organization's business, but not Gin's business. Of course, you have to pay for the meals and drinks.

Moreover, as the head of the Japanese branch, he has no shortage of money; booking the entire venue would be a piece of cake.

"Gin, when is Vodka arriving?" Chianti picked up a glass of liquor and gulped it down, looking quite pleased with himself.

After all, her arch-rival, Vermouth, hasn't shown up yet, so it's definitely time to raise a glass in celebration.

She might not be so happy once Vermouth arrives.

"Vodka said it's already on its way and should be here soon."

Gin smiled slightly, picked up his glass, and took a small sip.

He seems to be in a pretty good mood right now.

After all, his little brother Vodka has made a triumphant return, so the burden on his shoulders will be a little lighter.

Going on a mission alone is really tiring; there's no one to talk to.

Moreover, Vodka had grown considerably after going to the Imperial Graveyard, which brought him some comfort.

"That's good."

Chianti nodded, poured herself another glass, and also refilled Cohen's and Gin's glasses.

Cohen pushed up his sunglasses and said softly, "Who else is coming over tonight?"

Upon hearing this, Gin said, "Vermouth."

"We were planning to invite Shirley over to relax, but she declined."

She also said that if there were any new developments in the research, I should not disturb her.

"There's been new progress with the drug?" Chianti asked. "This drug is already quite successful, capable of killing silently. Why continue researching it?"

Although Chianti is a codenamed member of the organization, there are some things that will not be told to her.

For example, the actual efficacy of APTX-4869.

All she knows about APTX-4869 is a drug that can kill silently, and it's quite effective in assassination.

It would cause sudden death after ingestion, and no toxins could be detected, making it a remarkably perfect drug.

Gin took a sip of his drink and said calmly, "This medicine is not perfect yet."

He did not choose to tell Chianti the true effects of APTX-4869, as this was top-secret information that she could not possibly know.

Not many people in the organization know about this right now.

"That's it."

Chianti nodded and didn't ask any further questions.

Cohen glanced at Gin but didn't say anything.

He's just a sniper; there are some things he's better off not knowing, lest he find out too much and get silenced by Gin.

It's important to know that since his debut, most of the people Gin has killed have been his own people within the organization; spies and enemies only make up a small portion of his victims.

Therefore, it's best to keep quiet in front of this god of death.

To avoid misfortune.

Jingle Bell.
Just then, the doorbell rang at the bar.

Upon hearing this voice, Gin, Cohen, and Chianti turned to look at the doorway.

There was a man wearing a black hat and a suit, with a long scar running from his left cheek to his right cheek.

This person was none other than Vodka, who had disappeared for several months.

He came back alive from that terrifying place, the Imperial Graveyard.

When Gin saw Vodka, a long-lost smile appeared on his face: "Welcome back, Vodka."

"Big brother."

Vodka looked at Gin, whom he hadn't seen in a long time, and his eyes welled up with tears, as if sand had gotten into them.

"Hmph!" Gin walked over and patted Vodka on the shoulder, saying, "It's good that you're back."

"Ah."

Vodka nodded heavily, took off his sunglasses, and wiped away his tears.

He was genuinely happy to see his older brother, Chianti, and Cohen again.

While he was in the Imperial Graveyard, he constantly thought about Gin and some of the organization's members, and he lived in constant fear.

They were terrified that a bomb would fall from the sky and kill him without leaving a complete corpse.

Fortunately, that didn't happen, and he finally returned to Japan, back to Tokyo, and back to his older brother's side.

As for Gastly, who caused him to become like this, he no longer intends to take revenge.

Even with his older brother, Korn, Chianti, and Vermouth all together, they were no match for Gastly. How could he possibly avenge himself all by himself?

So he shouldn't do anything reckless, he should just live a good life!
"Come, drink this glass of wine, and don't think about anything else."

Chianti picked up a glass of wine and handed it to the vodka.

Vodka took the glass, thanked them, and then the four of them raised their glasses in celebration, downing their drinks in one gulp. "Big brother, didn't Tequila and Vermouth come over?"

After Vodka sat down, he looked around and realized that Tequila and Vermouth were not there.

Before Gin could speak, Chianti spoke up first: "Forget about Vermouth. It's better if she doesn't come. When she does, she just puts on airs and is really annoying."

Perhaps it's her personality, but she finds absinthe annoying when she sees him acting mysterious and pretentious, especially since he has such a sharp tongue.

In short, the person she least wanted to see in the organization was Vermouth; Sherry was even a little better than him.

"That's enough, Chianti." Gin glanced at Chianti.

Sensing Gin's cold gaze, Chianti immediately shut her mouth.

At this moment, Gin felt exhausted. The team was too difficult to lead. If he sent the two of them out on a mission, wouldn't they start fighting and ruin the mission?

"Oh, that's perfect. I also find you an eyesore, Chianti."

Just then, Vermouth appeared in the bar and walked gracefully toward them.

"Humph!"

Looking at Vermouth's exceptionally alluring face, Chianti snorted and picked up the wine on the table to drink.

This woman looks radiant; she's probably with some random guy again!

What a despicable, vile woman!
Vermouth glanced at Chianti, then turned to Vodka, picked up the bottle brought by the waiter, and said softly, "Congratulations, Vodka, you've finally come back alive from the graveyard."

"Thank you."

Vodka said thank you, clinked glasses with Vermouth, and then drank it all in one gulp.

Vermouth then took her seat.

"Gin, you didn't just call us all here today to celebrate Vodka's return, did you?!"

Vermouth crossed her legs, took out a women's cigarette, and started smoking.

Upon hearing this, Vodka and the others all looked at Gin.

Gin nodded and said coldly, "The reason I called you here today isn't just about the vodka."

"Instead, I took on a task on the black market and am preparing to have you handle it."

"A mission from the black market?" Chianti frowned.

Gin said, "A few days ago, someone on the black market wanted to form a team to steal gunpowder from the Japanese gunpowder depot."

"After investigation, it was found that the person who issued the task was Professor Teiji Moriya of the Department of Architecture at Tokyo University."

“A socialite like him is very useful to the organization, so I took on this mission to have him lead you to steal gunpowder, and you can also take advantage of the situation to find something on him and use it for our purposes.” Gin revealed his white teeth with a cold smile.

The organization has been cultivating relationships with social elites, including doctors, politicians, and high-ranking members of conglomerates.

If you can't win them over, then seize their weaknesses, or even create some, so that you can use them for your own purposes.

This will be of great help to their next plans.

The person who posts missions on the black market, Teiji Moriya, is a socialite and an internationally renowned architect.

If such people become an asset to their organization, it will be like adding wings to a tiger.

If Moriya Teiji doesn't join their organization, then sorry, you'll be going to meet the King of Hell. And when they kill Moriya Teiji, they'll also take all his assets and use them for the organization's expenses.

Treat him to a meal, behead him, or take him in as a dog.

This is their process.

“Teiji Moriya?” Vermouth said, “I’ve met him, but I don’t know much about him.”

"But why would such a great architect steal gunpowder? What was he planning to do?"

She had met him once at a banquet hosted by some social elites, but they only exchanged a few words and were not very familiar with each other.

Gin pointed to his head and sneered, "Although Teiji Moriya is a great architect with a renowned reputation, the likes of him often have something wrong with their brains."

"He has now become a paranoid, obsessed with symmetry."

"He is prepared to destroy any work that is not symmetrical."

"According to my investigation, this guy plans to burn his previous asymmetrical works soon, and then blow up other works after he steals the gunpowder."

Vermouth took a sip of her drink: "Then it's not surprising."

She'd seen plenty of geniuses, and all of them had some issues, more or less.

Teiji Moriya is a prime example.

"Vodka, this task is entrusted to you. And Vermouth, I need you to disguise yourself as a servant of the Moriya Teiji family and find something on this guy."

"Chianti and Cohen, you two go with Vodka and wait outside in case anything else happens."

An internationally renowned architecture professor is quite wealthy.

Vermouth shrugged: "I have no problem."

Substituting one thing for another is her specialty.

“No problem, Gin. I haven’t had much work lately, my body’s practically rusting,” Chianti said excitedly.

If she could, she would like to shoot and snipe a few people; that would be even better.

"That's okay with me too."

"Well, that's it."

(End of this chapter)