Survival Manual of the Science Fiction World

Perhaps due to his background growing up in the organization, even Gin never put his guard against him. Even when he broke into Gin's safe house, which was clearly a provocation for an assassin, Gin did nothing to him.

Also, when I was chatting with the boss before, the boss mentioned the novel he wrote, intentionally or unintentionally. At that time, the boss even joked about himself, saying that he wasn't that ugly.

Moreover, with the BOSS protecting him, even Gin, who has the worst temper, wouldn't do anything to him, let alone anyone else...

So what is he afraid of?

Not afraid at all.

He could even call Gin right now and tell him that he's turned him into a melodramatic female supporting character in a soap opera!

—He just doesn't want to fight right now ╭(╯^╰)╮

However, some things cannot be resolved simply by not wanting to.

For example, there's Vodka loitering around his doorway now, looking indignant, but not daring to rush in and confront him.

He knew his identity had been exposed.

However, it certainly wasn't vodka who discovered it himself.

After all, Vodka is rather simple-minded, but it is precisely this simplicity that makes Chu Ming and Gin feel more at ease.

If you were to ask who Chu Ming liked the most in this organization, it would definitely be Vodka.

Despite the teasing, Xiao Fu is really cute~ He's so generous when it comes to giving out emotional points.

Chu Ming's tone became alluring: "Little Fu~"

Hearing Chu Ming call him, Vodka finally mustered the courage to enter the room. Mainly because his older brother wasn't there, he felt a little uneasy facing Granbury alone: ​​"Granbury! How could you do this! Pretending to be my older brother to scare me again!"

"What does this have to do with me?" Chu Ming still wore Gin's face. "You've followed Big Brother for so many years, and you still can't tell his features apart. You've disappointed me too much, Xiao Fu."

Vodka was rendered speechless by Chu Ming's preemptive strike. It was also because he wasn't as thick-skinned as Chu Ming; when it came to arguing, no one could beat Chu Ming.

Chu Ming waved his hand: "Forget it, I'll forgive you for not recognizing me or your older brother. You can go make your coffee."

Vodka nodded, genuinely bewildered by Chu Ming's words. The words he had been organizing after wandering around for so long were all jumbled up. He turned around to bring Chu Ming the coffee he had just made.

Vodka and Gin hadn't hung up the phone yet, so when Gin heard the commotion in Nagasaki, his face turned almost black with anger.

Vodka, you idiot!

He was told to go up and ask Rum what he wanted to say, but Granbury shut him down with a bunch of questions, and he just left!

Forget it, he's the underling I chose. So what if he's a little stupid? As long as I trust him, that's fine. I'll just let him call Rum himself.

Rum had just returned to the safe house and hadn't even had a sip of water when he discovered that Gin had called him.

He answered the phone with some confusion. Why would someone be calling him at a time like this? Shouldn't they be going to settle scores with Granbury?

Or did he see through my plans?

Rum answered the phone preemptively: "Do you still have doubts about that video? I told you I wouldn't—"

"idiot."

???

Rum's expression changed. He was on par with Gin, and how could he not be furious after being confronted so bluntly by Gin?

"Gin, no matter what, I am the head of the intelligence team. I could forgive your disrespect towards me in the conference room, but now—"

"That's why I said you're an idiot. The person who was in the conference room just now was Granburg."

???

The simplest words, the most impactful effect.

Rum remained silent for a long time before finally regaining his composure: "...What did you say?"

"What exactly did you come to the base to find me for?" Gin didn't want to repeat himself and went straight to the point.

"...complaining about Granbury." Rum felt his teeth itch; he felt a fire burning in his head.

He actually complained about Granbury to Granbury himself...

Now what's the point of trying to sow discord between Gin and Granbury?

He practically delivered himself right to Granbury's doorstep, blatantly telling them: "I know your little secret, and not only do I know, I'm telling everyone!" Heh, just kidding!

Damn it!! That would be a huge offense to Granbury.

Rum's knuckles turned white as he held the phone. He had always adhered to the principle of "the bird that doesn't stick its head out gets shot," and for so many years he had remained hidden within the organization, watching shows and gathering small pieces of intelligence when he had nothing to do, and instigating others to take the lead while he secretly gathered intelligence himself. Today, he had finally shot himself in the foot.

Gin waited for a long time but Rum didn't say anything, so he couldn't help but urge, "If there's nothing else, I'll hang up."

"Wait!" How could Rum possibly let Gin escape unscathed?

He then sent Gin the video of Chu Ming speaking earlier, as well as the address of the novel he wrote on the dark web: "I've already sent you the details, you'll understand after you read it."

He hung up the phone immediately after saying that.

It's all Gin's fault! If he hadn't gone on the mission without vodka, he wouldn't have misunderstood!

You have to understand, how long have he known Gin? Vodka joined the organization and followed Gin around ever since. How many years has it been? He can't even tell his own big brother apart! If Vodka hadn't brought Granburg disguised as Gin into the meeting room, he wouldn't have been completely unguarded. It really infuriates him.

But no matter how much you regret it, it's useless now. You've already offended them. To maximize your benefits, it's better to let Gin take the lead and attract the maximum amount of hatred. Then, even if Granburch wants to retaliate, they'll target Gin first.

On the other side, Gin was completely confused by Rum's nonsensical words. He opened the message Rum had sent him, watched the video first, and didn't find anything wrong with it. After all, Granbury had been drunk more than once or twice.

But when he clicked the link provided by Glamour, he saw an article that looked very familiar to him.

—That vulgar novel that he wrote right under Granbury's nose during his first mission, and that Granbury even told him to get Vodka to publish it. And according to Rum, that bastard Granbury didn't publish it, but it's already spread all over the organization's dark web...

No wonder, so that's what Kotoko meant that day...

Chapter 437 Bourbon is an undercover agent

Since the mission still requires waiting for intelligence, Gin felt that Chu Ming had already worn down his mentality.

With the mindset of "I'll see what other tricks you can pull," Gin scrolled down.

Kotoko, a dancing girl, has found love elsewhere in a foreign land...

……

:)

Or we should just break Granburch's hand.

-

In his spare time, Gin would occasionally read detective novels, but he had never read a novel like this—a novel full of idiots.

What on earth is going on in Granbury's head? He's not that old, but he can spew out a whole bunch of melodramatic nonsense.

Although Gin couldn't stand reading Granburg's writing at all, the messages conveyed between the lines made him frown and continue reading.

It feels like finding gold in the shit.

Gin, puffing on his cigarette, pondered the contents of the novel. Based on what Granbury had revealed, Bourbon was an undercover agent who might have known Scotland before joining the organization, but it was uncertain whether Granbury's personal grudges or emotions were involved. Vermouth was likely dissatisfied with the Boss, perhaps even wanting to destroy the organization? And…

Gin pondered the information gleaned from the words bit by bit, and finally couldn't resist making a call to Chu Ming.

Chu Ming sipped the coffee that Vodka had just served him, his disguise unchanged no matter how resentful Vodka looked at him. He simply used Gin's face to make all sorts of strange expressions and even took a few selfies.

When the phone rang, Chu Ming was leaning back in his chair, looking like a domineering CEO, and instructed Vodka to stand next to him with his phone.

“Granbury,” Gin’s voice was as cold as ever, “that novel you wrote on the dark web—”

Vodka was standing to the side, and even though the speakerphone wasn't on, he still heard Gin's voice. Startled, he dropped his phone, his face filled with disbelief and indignation.

"You—" You fucking wrote this novel yourself, and you were just trying to pin the blame on me?! Granbury, you're not human, you have no heart!!!

Chu Ming cut him off, saying, "How could you be so careless? Pick up your phone quickly, I can't hear my brother anymore. Did you do this on purpose?"

Vodka had mentally stabbed Granbury a thousand times over, but he still obediently picked up his phone, turned on speakerphone, and put it aside.

"...Is the intelligence confirmed?" Gin's words were already trailing off.

"Huh?" Chu Ming only had time to hear the beginning and the end. "Brother, can you say it again? Vodka's mental fortitude isn't strong enough; he just shook his phone out of his hand."

...Your mental fortitude is quite impressive. Back when you weren't even a codename member, you were already writing his vulgar novels behind his back. When he caught you red-handed, you were still able to show them to him without batting an eye. Even now that things have come to light, you can still shift the blame to Vodka.

"Is Bourbon definitely an undercover agent?" Faced with an undercover agent, Gin could even temporarily put aside the novel's events. Anyway, he couldn't beat up Granbury, so he had to finish the mission in Nagasaki as soon as possible and then dump all the missions that needed to leave Tokyo on Lafitte, so as not to let Chu Ming run away under the guise of taking on missions.

"Huh, you already know that, big brother?" Chu Ming didn't hide it from him. He now knew that the organization's spies didn't necessarily have to be killed. Usually, when they encountered spies, they were killed by Gin.

"Hmph, rat." Gin was filled with murderous intent. He was somewhat annoyed. Although he had doubted Bourbon, he still recognized his abilities and even thought about taking him to see the BOSS. Of course, this meeting was not like Chu Ming's meeting with the BOSS in person, but rather a remote contact.

And now they're telling him Bourbon is actually a rat?!

The whiskey trio he initially set his sights on were actually all undercover agents?!

If Rum knew this, he'd laugh at him behind his back for at least three years.

He'll kill that rat once his mission is over!

"Big brother, don't touch Bourbon for now. I've tested the brainwashing and control techniques Rum taught me on him. It'll be hard to find another puppet that suits my taste once he's dead." Chu Ming's lazy tone dragged out, his nonchalant manner casually deciding Bourbon's fate.

"Hmph, boring. It's just a rat. Why not just kill it?" Chu Ming felt that Gin was somewhat embarrassed and angry, after all, it proved once again that the people he selected were most likely undercover agents.

“If I kill him, where am I going to find someone else to experiment with brainwashing techniques? I can’t let Afu be my puppet, can I?” Chu Ming put his legs on the table, pushed his chair back, and looked relaxed and at ease.

On the contrary, Vodka's eyes widened after hearing what Chu Ming said clearly. He subconsciously took several steps back towards the door. Now that his older brother was not home and Granbury was watching him closely, he felt that he was in great danger.

"Don't try to scare Vodka." Gin said calmly, protecting his underling. "Since Bourbon knows the Scottish guy from before, and the Metropolitan Police Department doesn't have any information on Bourbon, then Bourbon must be a member of the Public Security Bureau. You'd better be careful, or you'll get back at them."