Survival Manual of the Science Fiction World

Chu Ming frantically typed messages on his phone to his boss, sending him his plan in the form of a short essay, while also explaining how busy he had been with the organization lately, to the point that he had forgotten to inform his boss first...

When Karasuma Renya received the message, he was speechless. Didn't he know how happy Granbury had been lately?

He's always teasing cats and dogs, stirring up trouble. How many people in the organization haven't been harassed by him?

Is being busy for the organization just a way of negatively affecting the mood of its members?

However, he didn't refuse Granburg's small request. After all, he was too good at making empty promises to people. Recently, the organization hadn't seen any promising newcomers, so he hadn't met with any new people in a long time, and he hadn't made empty promises to people in a long time either. Thinking about it, he felt a little nostalgic.

After receiving news of Karasuma Renya's agreement, Chu Ming asked Vodka to pick up Bourbon.

The base he's currently in is the one where he first got drunk and went on a rampage. It's ranked high, and non-core personnel aren't allowed in, so they can't give Bourbon an address to come over himself. Vodka still needs to secretly pick him up, and Bourbon won't be able to see the route during that time.

When Bourbon entered the base and lifted his blindfold, he saw Chu Ming sitting on the sofa without any attempt to hide or disguise himself, and Gin sitting next to him, relaxed and drinking. He knew that he was close to getting to the core of the organization.

This base should be the organization's core base.

Seeing him arrive, Chu Ming invited him to sit down and brought him a glass of wine: "Come, sit down, don't be shy."

Bourbon didn't refuse. He sat down on the sofa opposite him, picked up his glass and pretended to take a sip, but didn't actually touch it: "When can I see the BOSS?"

Chu Ming swirled the juice in his glass, somewhat disgruntled. Filling the glass with a soft drink instead of alcohol was utterly uncouth: "What's the rush? Is the BOSS going to run away? Meeting the BOSS is such an important event; shouldn't we celebrate first?"

He raised his glass and downed it in one gulp, just in case Bourbon found out it was juice and he lost face if he didn't finish it. Then he gestured with his chin to Bourbon to drink as well.

Although he was wary and didn't really want to drink, Bourbon knew he had to, so he followed Chu Ming's example and drank it all in one gulp.

Watching Bourbon swallow the liquor, Chu Ming stood up: "Let's go, the BOSS is already waiting for you, aren't you excited?"

A flicker of excitement crossed Bourbon's eyes: "Of course, I'm really looking forward to it."

Chu Ming glanced at Bourbon, whose eyes were shining, and smiled.

He was also looking forward to it, looking forward to Bourbon's complete descent into darkness.

Chapter 559 Extra 2

Chu Ming shuffled the nine cards and placed them on the table: "Let's draw cards. You can only see the cards yourself, not others. Whoever draws the King card reveals their identity. The last card left on the table is the King's number card. The King cannot turn it over before giving an order. If no one draws the King card, it means it's the one on the table, and then we have to shuffle and draw again."

The rules weren't complicated, so the group easily understood them. They randomly drew a card from the table, and, distrusting everyone else's character, they all silently prayed that they would draw the King card.

"Oh dear, I am the king~" Vermouth smiled charmingly, turning over the king card in her hand and placing it on the table, her eyes filled with undisguised teasing and cunning.

For the first time, Gin felt regret, thinking he shouldn't have agreed to play games with them; Vermouth, as always, had a mischievous streak...

Chu Ming pushed the remaining card in the middle of the table to Vermouth, reminding her, "That's your number, don't shoot yourself in the foot."

Since it was their first time playing, Vermouth didn't make any unreasonable demands. Her eyes sparkled, and she smiled sweetly, "Well—number 3, feed number 8 a drink, okay?"

Gin felt everyone's eyes turn to Granbury in an instant. He was a little confused, but he continued to observe without showing any emotion. Then he heard Vermouth add, "If number 8 is Granbury, then give him water."

Chu Ming was somewhat dissatisfied: "Why is it water when it's my turn? Can't I drink alcohol?"

Vermouth waved the King card in her hand: "The King's orders are absolute, you know~"

Chu Ming flipped open his number: "Anyway, it's not me. I'm number 6."

Vodka silently flipped over his cards; he had drawn number 8, but he had no idea who number 3 was...

His eyes darted back and forth among the crowd, trying to see who his partner was, when he saw Gin's aura grow even colder, and the huge number 3 on the number card in front of him occupied the entire card.

"Wuhu~ It's Gin!!" Chu Ming was the first to clap, his schadenfreude shining through.

Gin regretted once again why he had agreed to play this game. Even if he wanted to know the information, couldn't he have been the referee?

But he was never one to run away from things. He glanced at the trembling vodka beside him, picked up the glass, and shoved it straight to vodka's lips: "Drink."

Vodka wrinkled his face, tilted his head back, and gulped down the liquor in one go, almost choking himself.

Gin has a personality that is completely inconsiderate; you might as well pour all the alcohol into his mouth at once.

He wiped the wine that had spilled all over his face and silently sat back down.

The game continues.

Before Gin could even reveal his cards, Granburg burst into arrogant and triumphant laughter.

He looked up at Granbury, who was already standing on the stool, waving his King card wildly and laughing maniacally. He had a feeling that the mental state of this member of the organization was worrying.

In the end, it was Bourbon who stopped Granburg and pulled him off the stool.

Chu Ming's eyebrows and hair seemed to scream with smugness: "How about this, number 4 fights Gin, and the loser calls the boss to complain~"

"..."

Silence is the dominant theme tonight.

For a long while, no one spoke, and Gin felt as if his blood pressure was about to rise.

What kind of ridiculous request is this? Fighting him is one thing, but to drag the BOSS into it too?

If I really call that number, will the boss tolerate it?

That's absolutely reckless.

Seeing that no one spoke, Granburg urged, "Hurry up, hurry up and flip the card!"

The group looked at each other, and finally silently turned over their cards. Having spent so much time with Granbury, their mischievous genes were still stirring. As long as they weren't the ones who would suffer, no one wanted to miss out on watching others have a good time.

Vodka wiped the sweat from his brow. Thankfully, he was number 1.

Vermouth giggled and flipped over her card: number 2.

Chianti and Ken let out a long sigh of relief; it wasn't them either.

As more and more cards were revealed, Chu Ming lost his previous arrogance and slowly sat up straight. Could it be that number 4 was him? No way, no way, could anyone be that unlucky?

Laffitte flipped over his cards, gloating, "Could it be that number 4 is you? Has Gin not sparred with you in a while, and you're trying to relive the experience this way?"

Chu Ming retorted defiantly, "So what if it's me? It's not like I can't beat Gin. The one who loses is the one who goes to the BOSS to cry. I will definitely win."

But as the cards in his hand were revealed, Lafitte's smile gradually froze and shifted to Chu Ming's face.

"Go for it, number 4, Gin is waiting for you~" Chu Ming poked Lafitte's hand, teasingly saying, "You're not going to get knocked out by Gin with one punch, are you? If you do, you'll have to have a good talk with the boss when you complain to him."

The people around were also indifferent to the fact that it was better for them to suffer than for themselves, and they were having a great time watching the spectacle.

Gin silently rolled up his sleeves, stood up, looked at Lafitte, and gestured for him to make the first move.

After a long silence, Lafitte finally managed to utter three words: "I concede."

"How can that be? You haven't even tried yet." Chu Ming urged him, "How will you know you can't win if you don't try? Gin hasn't been on a mission in ages. He's been drinking and sleeping at the base every day lately. Maybe his skills have deteriorated. Take a gamble and you might win big. If you happen to win, he'll be the one calling the boss!"

Lafitte was tempted. He looked at Gin, who was standing casually, hesitated for a moment, and then decided to throw a punch.

Then he was taken down in one move.

Lafitte lay on the ground, his eyes filled with resentment: "Couldn't you have given me a couple of moves? Getting taken down in one move makes me look so weak..."

Chu Ming stepped forward and pulled the person up: "Quick, quick, make a video for the BOSS, we're still waiting to play the next round~"

Raffit was dragged and pulled to the contact screen, where he pressed the button as if facing certain death.

A moment later, a black raven, symbolizing the BOSS, appeared on the screen: "Lafitte?"

Then, the BOSS probably saw the action team through the camera and asked in a puzzled tone, "What are they doing, a party?"

Lafitte stammered for a while, finally managing to say in a voice barely louder than a mosquito's buzz, "Uh—Boss, I, um, Gin, he, he hit me..."

Although the sound was soft, the BOSS could still hear it clearly, and also caught Granburg's sudden burst of loud laughter.

He knew this matter was inextricably linked to Granbury.

However, Granburg had somehow found him a lot of information. While immortality or resurrection was still a long way off, slowing down his aging process or delaying his death was still possible. So, in a good mood, Karasuma Renya didn't mind the children's play involving him.

His voice carried a hint of indulgence: "It's Granbury's doing again, isn't it? That kid, only you guys spoil him and let him cause trouble."

Lafitte had recovered by then and stood somewhat embarrassed to the side.

Gin showed no outward sign of his inner turmoil, but inside he was in a state of utter turmoil that nearly overturned him.

Is this the BOSS?

Is this really not someone in disguise?

What's going on with this world? It seems to be exactly the same as what happened before, but just because of the addition of Granburch, how did the style of things change like this?

Is this organization legitimate?

[I had some things to do today, so I can only upload the previously written side story QAQ I'll update the main story tomorrow]

Chapter 560 Bourbon choked on the promise he was made.

Bourbon was brought to the room, and Chu Ming pressed the contact button on the wall.

The screen on the wall lit up, and the silhouette of a black raven appeared on the screen: "Bourbon."

As the voice rang out, the silhouette of the crow rippled slightly like water. After staring at it for a while, Bourbon felt a little dizzy and quickly lowered his head, speaking with utmost respect: "BOSS."

“Bourbon, I’ve been watching you for a long time. You’ve done an excellent job with your missions lately, and I’ve seen your hard work. As long as you continue to serve the organization, I will consider you succeeding Rum as the head of his intelligence group once he retires. Among the new members, I only have high hopes for you. Do a good job, and the organization will not let you down…”

As Chu Ming listened to the BOSS's endless stream of empty promises, he felt choked up just listening, let alone Bourbon, who was facing the promises head-on. Bourbon seemed to be so choked up that he almost lost his balance, swayed twice, and then collapsed to the ground.

Karasuma Renya stopped talking, seemingly unsatisfied. Chu Ming deliberately feigned shock: "My God, BOSS, the pie in the sky you painted has choked Bourbon to death!"

The sound was so loud that it shook the vodka bottle guarding the door.

"..."