Chapter 93 The chief card of the red romantic men's model team
"Megure Police Department, Uehara Police Department, when can he be interviewed?"
"Well, it mainly depends on his recovery from injury.
"I believe everyone knows that Uehara-kun has just gotten off the hospital bed not long ago. Although the doctor has determined that he is fine, he still needs to rest.
"Uehara-kun also means to ask all media friends not to exaggerate him as a hero. He just did what he should do as a policeman..."
Mid-night Mikka Town, 20th floor of Daikoku Building, Cocktail Bar.
The melodious saxophone music on the dance floor lingers in the ears of the men——
There were only three men in black sitting next to the huge booth, and a beautiful blonde was playing curling skillfully behind the bar.
The sound of the ice cubes colliding constantly interfered with the reports of reporter Reina Mizuno on the TV news, causing the eyes of the blond man holding a cigarette in the center of the booth to grow colder.
"This policeman is really lucky. He didn't even die."
Even late at night, the square-faced man still wearing sunglasses picked up the glass and drank it down in one gulp. While enjoying the spicy sensation, he also did not forget to comment on the content of the news: "You are right, Tequila."
"It's just luck vodka."
The tall man with a Kansai accent swayed his wine glass. Under his thick beard, his chin with a beautiful groove was particularly conspicuous in the dim light: "But it can be considered that this policeman has earned it. Suzuki Consortium, Takasugi Consortium, in the organization
People seem to have heard that his file has been delivered to the desks of the first and second officers of the Metropolitan Police Department."
"That's not what you said. Isn't it normal for a policeman as good as Uehara Katsuki-kun to be valued, especially when his net worth is still clean?"
The voice full of teasing was like a devil tickling people's minds. The beautiful girl who was at the bar before did not know when she walked into the booth with a glass of wine, which made the confused Vodka and Tequila frown.
Where did this woman come from?
Are you crazy about wanting to be on top?
How dare a peripheral member who doesn't even have a code name interrupt their chat?
"By the way, this is sir."
The woman placed the cocktail on the tray on the only blond man in the booth who was exuding coldness. Under the horrified eyes of Vodka and Tequila, she slowly leaned down and leaned into his ear.
: "This glass of wine was invited to you by someone."
"Have you had enough fun, Belmod?"
The eyes of the man who was biting the cigarette were filled with murderous intent. He raised his left hand and grasped the ice pick in the ice bucket beside him. With his right hand, he grabbed her hair and threw it to the table. The sharp awl instantly stabbed her!
winter!
Under the horrified gazes of Vodka and Tequila, a new charming face appeared along with the woman's disguise that was nailed to the table——
"Belmod..."
As the most loyal driver of Big Brother, the moment Vodka saw this face, a few drops of cold sweat broke out on his temples. The man codenamed Tequila even shut his mouth instantly.
"Really, you're still the same, not interesting at all, Gin."
Gathering all the blond hair that had fallen on her chest behind her shoulders, Belmode, the famous Thousand-Faced Witch in the organization, stretched out her hand majestically, put her elbow on Gin's shoulder, and raised the corner of her mouth.
A hint of playfulness: "It's just a joke."
The younger brother Vodka on the side was a little puzzled when he saw the visitor: "Belmod, you are not in the United States——"
"The matter in the United States has been settled. Of course, I will come to Japan for a vacation. After all, I can't even go out and relax there." Belmode raised his eyes, and his beautiful eyes reflected the figures of the two organization members in front of him.
Gin, who was supporting her, chewed on his cigarette and couldn't help snorting, with a sinister smile on his lips: "A woman like you has only one purpose in coming to Japan at this time."
"Yeah?"
Belmode sat noncommittally on the seat that Vodka and Tequila obediently gave way to, crossed his legs, lit a cigarette, and casually threw the lighter on the table: "I'm here to help you, Gin Miyano.
Mingmei seems to have really agreed to the conditions you proposed. After completion, do you really plan to watch her leave the organization?"
"Don't stretch your hands across the line, Belmode." Gin stood up and left without any hesitation. Vodka saw this and hurriedly got up to follow.
Belmode, who slowly blew out a smoke ring, sat on the booth, watching the two people leave with meaningful eyes. As his red lips parted slightly, the tequila beside him suddenly became excited——
"Where's the list? Have you got it?"
"I got it. The list of programmers has been obtained by Belmod. The transaction time is set at the Mantian Game Development Conference in two months."
"Be careful not to get caught by the police."
"I understand that the transaction was carried out very secretly and would not be discovered."
"Just have a good idea."
Seeing that Belmod had no intention of asking any more questions, Tequila hurriedly got up and left this dangerous booth after finishing her answer——
The Thousand-Faced Witch Belmode in the organization, like Gin, is an extremely dangerous existence.
After the tequila also left, Bellmode, who was shaking the glass of sherry, took a careful sip and stared at the snowflakes flying outside the floor-to-ceiling window of the bar——
His eyes gradually became colder as the snowflakes fell.
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"Ah sneeze!"
The next morning, Katsumi Uehara, who finally returned to his apartment, sneezed as soon as he got up and lifted the quilt.
"Which turtle bastard is scolding me behind my back again..."
After rubbing his nose, the man wearing a pair of big pants yawned and opened the bedroom door. While washing, he looked in the mirror at the long hair that had grown back after a long period of bed rest. The more he looked at it, the more satisfied he became.
"Hello? Uncle, are the karaoke boxes for Christmas night open for reservation now?"
"Hey, rare visitor, would a great hero like you still come to my place to sing?"
"Go away, I'm taking care of your business, you're not welcome, are you?"
"Welcome, of course.
"But if you really want to take care of my business, quit your job and come to work for me. It will definitely not be a problem. After all, you were once a champion model, and you are so eloquent. There must be many people who want you."
Katsuki Uehara was brushing his teeth and couldn't even speak clearly: "Please add an attributive word, amateur group."
"Is there any difference between amateurs and professionals? Why don't you just take two steps and take pictures of magazine covers and advertisements to bring products?"
"With your intelligence, it's not unreasonable that you can't become a professional singer. It's obvious that the two people who were in the band with you were chosen to debut."
"With your mouth, it's not unreasonable that you can't be a professional model."
"Fart, low-end models are only worth a few dollars. If I hadn't been short of start-up capital, I wouldn't have bothered to participate in that competition. The trophy given out also had an amateur category engraved on it. I would be embarrassed to show it off."
After rinsing his mouth and face, Uehara Katsumi cursed, returned to the room, put on his shirt and trousers, and picked a burgundy long windbreaker from the closet.
"Just tell me if you have one. I want a bigger box. Those friends and I want to get together and have a drink. It can be regarded as a celebration of my remaining life after the disaster."