Survival Manual of the Science Fiction World

What kind of base? You guys go to a bar and I'm supposed to go to a base? Is that something a human being would do?

Before Chu Ming could even voice his opinion, Vodka had already stepped on the gas and driven away.

After crossing the street, Vodka, still preoccupied with getting Chu Ming away, suddenly felt Chu Ming's sinister gaze and slammed on the brakes.

The Porsche creaked and screeched as it swerved in an S-shape on the empty, quiet streets late at night before coming to a stop.

Vodka wiped the sweat from his forehead: "Well—Granbury, you know that when you're drunk... you're not so controllable. If you end up in a bar and someone finds out, it'll really damage your image. How about this, I'll take you to the base, and you can drink as much as you want there. You can drink standing up, lying down, sitting down, or even doing a handstand and splits while drinking. How about that?"

Even through his sunglasses, Chu Ming could feel Vodka's hopeful gaze.

Chu Ming gave him a sinister sneer: "Stop talking nonsense, where do you guys usually meet for drinks?"

"...that BDE bar near Base 10." Vodka hung his head dejectedly, inwardly lamenting, "Brother, it's not that I'm not following orders properly, it's just that I really can't handle Granbury!"

"Anything else? List all the bars you and your brother have been to in the area."

"The YLD bar, the BLC bar, which is exclusively for codename members to exchange information..." Vodka didn't know why Chu Ming was asking these questions, so he could only list them for Chu Ming one by one.

As Chu Ming listened to the name of the bar that Vodka mentioned, he took out a map of the nearby area.

Gin and Vermouth weren't as simple-minded as Vodka. They must have considered the scenario where Vodka, under his tyranny, would take him back. So they definitely wouldn't go to their usual bar, but they also wouldn't go too far from here. After all, nobody wants to drive half a day to party after completing a mission.

Therefore, those that are far away can be ruled out. As for this group of codenamed members, especially with the fussy Vermouth among them, she is different from Gin and is quite picky about the environment. So, the bar needs to be a bit upscale and have a high degree of secrecy. Ideally, the bar should be related to the organization. Otherwise, if so many members go to the bar and are all taken down, wouldn't that be a laughing stock?

This eliminated many more bars.

Looking at the map in his hand, Chu Ming realized that only one place met the criteria—BLACK Bar.

Chu Ming tapped the map, then gestured with his chin towards Vodka, indicating that he should take him there.

In the car, he took advantage of Vodka's inattention to slip a pill that Ai Haibara had given him into his mouth.

Next, it was his turn to get everyone drunk!

Chapter 422 What kind of look is this?

When Chu Ming strode confidently into the bar with his vodka, he swore with his 5.0 vision that he saw Gin's hand holding the glass tremble slightly.

What are they doing? It's just a couple of drunken outbursts, right? He himself isn't even seriously injured, so what are they trying to hide?

hateful!

Vodka followed Chu Ming into the bar with trepidation. It was already past midnight, and dawn was about to break. There was no one else in the bar, so he immediately spotted Gin and the others sitting in the booth. He froze on the spot, feeling utterly helpless.

What a coincidence! Granbury randomly pointed to a bar, and it just so happens to be where Big Brother and his friends were drinking!

Will my brother think I leaked the information?!

As soon as Chu Ming entered, he automatically dragged a stool over and squeezed between Gin and Vermouth. He slumped onto the table, his face full of smugness: "Hmph, you think you can shake me off like that? Impossible, absolutely impossible."

Vermouth pressed Chu Ming's face toward Gin, saying, "Don't look at me with Akai Shuichi's face. He just shot me tonight, and I'm afraid I might not be able to resist poisoning your drink."

Chu Ming readily turned to look at Gin, only to be met with Beretta's dark gun barrel, the threat palpable.

Chu Ming reached out and blocked the gun barrel, pushing it away: "What are you doing? I'm really going to go and complain to the BOSS! Do you guys think I'm too high-status now and don't want to be around me? It's okay, I'm a very magnanimous person. I never take things like pointing a gun at me to heart."

Chu Ming spoke the last few words through gritted teeth, clearly not to his true feelings.

Chianti, who was drinking with Cohen, saw Chu Ming arrive and frantically waved to him from the other side.

Just then, Chu Ming, feeling neglected by Vermouth and Gin, decided to take his stool and move on to Chianti's side.

“Granbury, I was just wondering with Cohen and Calvados if you would still come. After all, we did a mission together, so we can’t not let you have a celebratory drink.” Chianti directed Cohen to get a new glass and poured Chu Ming a glass of wine.

The moment Chu Ming picked up the cup, he felt three pairs of eyes fixed on him, and Vodka was already walking towards him in a panic.

Chu Ming reacted quickly, gulping down the entire cup.

Vodka stopped in shock, even taking several meters back: "B-B-Brother, Gran-Granbury...he...he's been drinking!!!"

"I told you I've practiced, but you still don't believe me." Chu Ming drank a glass of wine without any reaction. In his heart, he was frantically grateful for Ai Haibara's ingenious idea. If Ai Haibara was always this useful, then keeping her around wouldn't be a big deal, since she couldn't hinder anything anyway.

Gin and Vermouth, unable to stop him in time, stared at Chu Ming's face. Seeing that he remained calm and even had the mind to provoke them, they silently breathed a sigh of relief, sat back down, and drank their own drinks. It seemed that Granburg hadn't been bluffing this time; he must have really practiced in private. They just wondered where he had practiced. Could it have been in the safe house? Was that safe house still habitable?

Chianti filled Chu Ming's cup, then asked curiously, "Why are Gin and the others so nervous? You're not really a student who's not even an adult yet, like Vodka said, are you?"

Why does vodka, like a loudspeaker, say everything?

Chu Ming, holding his wine glass, glanced at Chianti: "What else did he say?"

“I’d say you’re a pervert,” Cohen suddenly said from the side.

???

Vodka has this problem too?

Talking badly about him behind his back?

Okay, Vodka, you're finished!

Seeing that Chu Ming did not refute his age, Chianti's curious eyes lingered on Chu Ming's face: "You're really not an adult? No wonder Gin is watching you so closely and won't let you drink. You drank today, won't you get beaten up by Gin after the party? Vodka said you were beaten up terribly by Gin before."

"How could that be?" Chu Ming rarely let loose and drank heartily, one glass after another. Hearing Chianti's words, he stood up in dissatisfaction, one foot on the stool. "What is Gin? I can beat him to a pulp with one move right now."

His arrogant tone, loud voice, and intense body language attracted everyone's attention.

Vodka's eyelids twitched, and he took his drink and sat down in the seat near the door.

Chianti quietly gave Chu Ming a thumbs up, then Cohen pulled her inside to make room for Gin behind Chu Ming.

Gin noticed that Chu Ming was drinking one glass of alcohol after another without any restraint, and wanted to come over to remind him to restrain himself. However, as soon as he arrived, he saw Chu Ming standing arrogantly on the chair, spouting nonsense. He couldn't help but sneer and reached out to grab Chu Ming by the back of the neck.

Chu Ming felt a pair of slightly cool hands grab the back of his neck, and a faint scent of alcohol slowly approached. A chilling voice whispered in his ear, "Looking for your teeth with a lantern?"

They've been discovered yet again?

Wasn't Gin just over at the bar?

When did you learn teleportation behind his back?

Chu Ming shrank his neck. Although the medicine Ai Haibara gave him could block the effects of alcohol on the body, he had already tried it secretly several times. In addition, the way he drank it just like water made him feel like he wasn't drunk, but his thought process was obviously different from usual.

He spun around in the same position where Gin was choking him, so that he was now being choked by the neck instead of the back of the neck. He was now very close to Gin, and the two of them stared into each other's eyes.

Gin frowned slightly. The atmosphere had reached this point, and if he let go or looked away now, he felt his momentum would weaken. Show weakness in front of Chu Ming? Absolutely not!

But let him say something—

How could he possibly speak when Chu Ming was staring intently at him like that?!

Chu Ming stared intently, while Gin maintained his murderous aura. The two remained frozen in place, leaving the onlookers, who were waiting to see what would happen, to look at each other in bewilderment, wondering what this master and disciple were up to.

"I heard from Vermouth that you guys were having a team-building drinking session here, and you didn't even invite me?" Before I could see him, I could hear his voice. Lafitte's lazy voice came from the doorway as he pushed it open, complaining, "If I hadn't been nearby, I would have—goodness, what kind of outfit is this?"

Chapter 423 Don’t even think about it

Laffitte's arrival gave Gin a convenient excuse, and he pushed Chu Ming back onto the stool, staring intently at Shuichi Akai's face. He felt his murderous intent was about to burst forth.

"It's been a while since I've tested your skills. Let me see how much you've improved during this time." Gin's expression was cold as he looked at Chu Ming's disguise, feeling his fists grow even harder.

Chu Ming remained completely unperturbed. He had taken a Breakthrough Pill, so a mere Qin Jiu was nothing to him.

Before Gin could give the signal, Chu Ming launched a sneak attack. The moment Gin blocked Chu Ming's hand, he understood why Chu Ming had become so arrogant; he had actually become stronger again.

And it's not just a little progress.

Could it be that alcohol had an effect on him?

Lafitte was pulled away by Vermouth, while Chianti and the others stayed far away, leaving the middle area to Gin and Chu Ming.

"Clang—" Gin was knocked back several steps by Chu Ming, overturning the tables and chairs behind him.

"Clang—" Chu Ming was sent flying by Gin, smashing over several tables.

"Click——"

"Ding Dong——"

……

The crowd watched as the two fighters in the middle got more and more carried away, leaping and landing blows with deadly force, eventually turning into deadly attacks, making the scene terrifying.

Chianti even put aside her resentment and moved closer to Vermouth, whom she had never really liked: "Granbury looks so frail, yet he can fight on par with Gin? Wasn't he supposed to be Gin's apprentice? Didn't Vodka say before that Granbury was always getting beaten to a pulp by Gin? How come he's so strong now?"

"Vodka's such a gossipmonger? Isn't he afraid of Granbury's revenge?" Vermouth glanced at Vodka, who was almost back outside the door, and said, "If Granbury didn't have some talent, how could the BOSS possibly treat him differently?"

Chianti, realizing Granbury was already the undisputed heir, suddenly understood: "Indeed, he's a sniper, a skilled fighter, and Vodka just said that Granbury deduced this place and found it, which shows he's also very intelligent..."

As they were chatting, the fight was nearing its end. Although both of them were attacking each other's vital points, they were both aware of their own strength and didn't go all out. Both of them, with some wounds on their faces and bodies, stopped fighting at the same time and took two steps back.

Of course, although both of them were injured, Chu Ming was wearing a disguise, so when they stopped fighting, everyone saw that Chu Ming's face was still clean, with no injuries except for his clothes being a little disheveled. Gin, on the other hand, was different. After Chu Ming was hit in the face by Gin, he also hit Chu Ming's face quite a few times. Although most of them were blocked by Gin, some of the punches still slipped through and hit his face, so Gin had some bruises on his face.

"Granbury actually beat up Gin and isn't even hurt??" Chianti, though reckless, wasn't stupid after all, so she exclaimed in a very low voice. Unfortunately, all was quiet at the moment, so Gin still heard her low exclamation, and his murderous aura surged even higher.

Although Chu Ming's face stung a little, he was in a good mood and smugly stepped back onto the stool, but ultimately restrained himself a bit: "Hmph, I'm the one who's—ow—"

Gin pressed his hand down on Chu Ming's face, right where he had just punched him. Chu Ming howled in pain before Gin lowered his hand and sneered, "What are you?"

When everyone heard Chu Ming covering his face indignantly, they remembered that Chu Ming was wearing a disguise. He didn't look injured, but his face might already be covered in colors.

Chu Ming gasped, clutching his cheek. "Gin, you petty jerk! You just wait! You can forget about being the female lead! In the next book, you'll be a cannon fodder, vicious supporting character! The kind who carries around Pinru's wardrobe!"

"Hmph!" Chu Ming turned his face away from Gin, picked up the glass and poured it into his mouth in frustration.

Gin ignored Chu Ming. He already knew that although Chu Ming wasn't drunk this time, he probably couldn't drink anymore. When he was sober, he would never be so arrogant.

He reached out and took the glass from Chu Ming's hand: "I'll have Vodka take you home. You have a mission tomorrow."