GBP Chapter 180: The Pisco Wine Enters the Cellar, Completed
Chapter 180: The Pisco Wine Enters the Cellar, Completed
Upon hearing this, Kuromon Haruya raised an eyebrow: "Although I don't know why you mistook me for that person, unfortunately, I am also looking for that person. Coincidentally, I also have some questions for you."
"Since you're a veteran in the organization, what about the massacre of the Black Gate clan back then..." With a swift movement of his hands, Black Gate Yaoye drew a pistol, his gentle and kind smile instantly vanishing, replaced by a heavy, suffocating killing intent emanating from him. "How much do you know about that?"
The bottles and wooden shelves obscured his view, allowing Pisco to only roughly pinpoint the target's location. But the more fragmented the face appeared, the more jumbled his memories became, and a sharp pain shot through his brain.
Countless past faces seemed to be pieced together on his face inch by inch, and those shadows, which he could clearly remember but could not, flickered endlessly between the bars, as if questioning him with eternal resentment.
Predicting the exact moment Pisco's gun trembled, Kuromon Haruya lunged forward, his figure transforming into a whirlwind, and pulled the trigger downwards—
Bang bang!
The moment he rolled and landed, two bullets struck Pisco's calf, causing him to collapse instantly and lose the ability to move!
Kuromon Haruya immediately kicked away the pistol that had fallen to the ground, and with a cold smile, stepped on his waist:
"Gin already knows about your betrayal of the organization, and the execution order has been issued. If you answer my questions honestly, you might be able to leave this world more easily!"
The sharp dagger easily sliced through his skin, drawing a line of blood down his neck. Pisco, enduring the pain, gasped and turned his head, his venomous eyes fixed on Kuromon Haruya's face.
"They look so alike! The faces are so similar..."
"What does a brat like Gin know? I've served that gentleman for so many years. He promised to share the fruits of our labor with us, and what happened?"
He carefully clung to Kurokawa Haruya's arm with trembling hands, tears streaming down his aged wrinkles, his cries of anguish echoing through the air:
"Boss, what have we done wrong? We just want to keep living! You've been in that high and mighty position for so many years, enjoying all the riches and honors. Why don't you have any compassion for us old folks?"
Seeing Kuromon Haruya's youthful expression gradually waver, Pisco thought to himself with resentment:
Damn it! He traded the coordinates of the organization's second base for the FBI's trust. Shuichi Akai was just his insurance against Gin. A lackey who couldn't get in-depth intelligence was better off dead than him!
Those politicians who have already entered the deal have to save him even if it costs lives. Why aren't they sending people over yet?
"Hmph, Butbel, I told you you won't get anything good out of that old man. Hurry up and finish him off so he can come back to help. Vermouth let Rye escape."
A chilling sarcasm pierced through the communications badge. Pisco looked at the gleaming leather shoes reflecting his distorted expression, took a deep breath, and slowly raised his head.
"okay, I get it."
"Wait, wait! You can't kill me, you can't kill me! Where's the boss? I need to see that gentleman one last time; he promised to take me with him..."
Ignoring his pleas for mercy, Kuromon Haruya opened a nearby liquor box, took out several bottles of high-proof liquor, sprayed the medicine around Pisco's stiff body, and then sprinkled the liquor around him a few more times.
The lighter ignited the purple silk scarf, which burst into rings of strangely colored flames the moment it hit the ground, and the person at the center of the flames let out a horrified scream!
Watching the figure gradually blur and disappear in the flames, Kuromon Haruya shook his head, pushed open the door, and left the wine cellar that was about to become a tomb.
...
...rustling, rustling.
Half a minute after he left, a disheveled figure tumbled out of the fireplace. Shuichi Akai clutched his left abdomen, where several ribs were broken, and swayed as he landed.
Thick, black smoke piled up in layers, pressing down low. Shuichi Akai looked at the flames, whose outlines were no longer discernible, and shook his head regretfully.
Even metal would melt at that heat, let alone a skeleton. It's a pity that such a good opportunity to severely damage the organization was wasted. If Pisco could have been brought back alive, perhaps he could have revealed information about that person.
He secured the box to the hook and lock, then regretfully reported over the walkie-talkie:
“James, Pisco had already been dealt with when I arrived, but I found the file box he brought. Now start evacuating to the safe house with the evidence.”
"Well, let's not talk about my situation yet. I, like you, suspect that there are organized moles within the FBI."
"...Let me fake my death for a while. I'll leave my identity to you."
After taking one last look at the completely clueless surroundings, Shuichi Akai used the device set up in the fireplace passage to ascend back the way he came.
...The raging flames clung to his torso, burning incessantly.
Pisco awaited death in despair, feeling, for some reason, that this excruciating pain seemed endless...
No! This flame is burning repeatedly!
"Sorry, Pisco, being burned to death must have been very painful."
The shiny leather shoes stepped across the firelight, and the man's dark coat, its hem like a tail feather, draped over the flames. He bent down and gently lifted Pisco's recovering face, his figure obscured by the backlight.
But judging from the man's consistently gentle, rising tone at the end of his voice, Pisco knew he was definitely smiling.
Cold fingers rubbed against his newly grown skin. Kuromon Haruya used his fingertips to carefully savor every wrinkle etched by time on Pisco's face, his rough, mottled skin, his facial muscles twitching repeatedly in disbelief.
"I didn't intend to be so cruel to you. Greed and betrayal are just the norm for us sinners to survive. Or rather, after so many years, I can finally join you all again. It feels really good!"
"but."
Kuromon Haruya turned and grabbed his eye sockets, forcing Pisco to look into his eyes:
"Who gave you the audacity to lay your hands on Vermouth?"
"His seniority is less than Rum's, his dedication is less than Vermouth's, and his achievements and loyalty are inferior to Gin's..."
If it weren't to prevent the butterfly effect and firmly grasp the main thread of the future, do you think your strength, built up through resources, is worthy of being a senior leader in the four major positions?
With a nonchalant wave of his hand, Pisco slammed his hand heavily onto the liquor rack, trembling and speechless.
Kuromon Haruya was already used to his timid demeanor in public. He took out a handkerchief to wipe his hands, squinted and smiled, saying, "Sorry, I can be a bit rough when I'm grumpy in the morning."
He stepped over to an empty wine rack, expertly activated a mechanism, and retrieved a tall metal box from a hidden passageway converted from an abandoned building ventilation shaft. He tapped it lightly with his fingers, then smiled and rested his chin on his hand, asking curiously:
"Oh dear, could it be Sherry? Or Shiho Miyano? Or Elena and Atsushi's second daughter? It's so hard to guess~"
The box opened, revealing a little girl with brown hair, curled up and sleeping peacefully inside. Kurokawa Haruya reached out and scooped her into his arms, looking down at Pisco.
"I will not easily break my promise. Since I promised to lead you all into the future, I will do my best to keep it."
"But who says it has to be in this lifetime?"
He pulled a syringe filled with silver liquid from his pocket with his left hand, holding it between his middle and ring fingers. Kuromon Haruya gently bit the cap and pulled it off, his gentle voice devoid of any emotion:
"Didn't you want to inject the legendary dream drug 'Silver Bullet'?"
Since you've become immortal, I have no interest in eating you. Instead, why don't you come and experience the taste of this unfinished gift from Miyano Elena with me?
With a flick of his sleeve, the syringe needle was inserted into Pisco's neck, and a mercury-like substance was slowly injected along the artery.
The pain of falling into the deepest cold tears open from the very depths of the bone marrow, and every cell and tissue is actively dissolved and broken under the influence of drugs.
The first stage of the injection is most noticeable as bleeding from the seven orifices, followed by the limbs representing the extremities. In the second stage, the toxin gradually dissolves the internal organs, and the entire body gradually turns into a reddish liquid starting from the lower body. In the third stage, the entire person gradually dissipates.
The whole process took less than a minute, and apart from the tattered suit and a floating piece of paper, there were no traces left.
Kuromon Haruya put the piece of paper into his pocket, took out a glass bottle about the size of a thumb, and filled it with some Pisco.
"Alright, Shiho. I understand your loneliness, but this meeting was arranged for your Aunt Maria. Let's go back together."
"Don't worry, the day your family is reunited won't be too far away. But before that, you'll have to play with me for a while."
"After all, you're one of the few remaining Miyano Elena-related merchandise items I own!"