Ke Xue World: The Confrontation between Black and Red

Perhaps because he stayed up late to sleep, and because he went out to see someone blowing the cool breeze after the medicine took effect in the afternoon yesterday, Karasuma Sonobu fell ill for the first time in a long time.

The head maid who stared at Karasuma Sonobu for breakfast in the morning immediately noticed that something was wrong with his expression, and then invited the Karasuma family's personal doctor. After a series of consultations, Karasuma Sonobu got three days of of infusions and a course of pills.

With an intravenous drip in his right hand, Karasuma Sonobu listened to the head maid seriously reporting his current condition to the housekeeper Karasuma on the phone just like the previous two days, while feeling the rare weakness in his body. Then he closed his eyes. , I had a long-lost dream.

In the dream, Getsugamaru, dressed in a police uniform, had his hands on his hips and happily told his brothers about a major case he had recently solved.

Mother Yuki Sanada gently watched the three brothers gather together happily. At this time, grandfather Masayu Sanada walked in angrily and questioned the three brothers, asking who among them secretly took the photo of Masked Superman. Use glue to stick it on the mask of the training uniform in the kendo training ground.

After noticing the undisguised smile of schadenfreude on Getsugamaru's face, his grandfather Masayu Sanada directly raised the bamboo sword in his hand and stabbed at Getsugamaru.

My aunt Minako Sanada, who heard the noise and came over to join in the fun, saw her grandfather and grandson chasing each other around the sofa in the living room, quarreling at each other, and with a smile on her face, she raised the camera in her hand and secretly Photographed this scene.

When grandpa Masayu Sanada was tired of chasing, Getsugamaru with a victor's smile on his face looked at the admiring eyes cast by his younger brothers, and when he wanted to reach out to encourage his two younger brothers, he saw his uncle Kenjiro Sanada walking away with a glass of whiskey. Come in.

In an instant, the dream reversed, and Getsugamaru was pushed into the suddenly dark abyss by a pair of hands from behind. His blue police uniform turned into a completely black outfit, and countless black-winged and red-eyed crows enveloped him.

But in the bright place, my brother Anxing seemed to be an apostle inspired by God. With a wisp of breeze, he turned into little stars and dissipated in the air.

Another brother, Yayan, put on a police uniform, and along with the others, pointed their guns at him.

They shouted the same sentence to Getsugamaru who fell into the darkness:

"Pleas to justice, Whiskey."

Karasuma Sonobu, who knew from the beginning that this was just a dream, opened his eyes. Everything in the dream clearly and repeatedly echoed in his mind, but he was soon forced to shrink into his mind by a cold murderous aura. deep.

Seeing the sudden arrival of the uninvited guest, Karasuma Sonobu put away the gun he took out from under the pillow.

"You can take the front door next time, Gin."

Gin, who was covered in a strong smell of blood, turned over and entered the house through the half-open window.

Seeing Whiskey put away his gun, Gin skillfully took out a medical kit from under his bed, and then bandaged his own wounds.

Seeing Gin's indifferent expression, Karasuma Sonobu blinked, then lifted the quilt and stood up, walked a few steps forward, looked at Gin's wounds a few times, and asked with some confusion:

"Who did this? A sniper appeared out of nowhere in Tokyo who can make you unable to resist even gin and wine, and become so embarrassed."

Although the wounds on Gin's body were all scratched by bullets, there was obviously more than one. Moreover, Karasuma Sonobu looked at the blood seeping out of the gauze quickly and went directly to Gin to check his wounds. His expression It immediately became cold.

Long-distance sniper rifle fire, the sniper's strength is outstanding, Gin must have been ambushed unprepared, although he dodged quickly later, but at least one penetrating wound and three bullet grazing wounds on his body are enough to prove that the sniper's strength is not good. Poor, and has a certain ability to predict.

However, the blood penetration rate from his wound has not slowed down until now.

It can be seen that the other party has tampered with the bullet. I just don’t know if it’s just anti-coagulant medicine, or if there’s something else.

In addition, Gin still had some wounds caused by the explosion. It was obvious that Gin came to him after a fierce battle.

Seeing Gin's lips turning pale due to excessive blood loss, Karasuma Sonobu suddenly reached out and pulled out the dagger from Gin's leg, and then directly cut a fresh but not deep wound on his body.

Seeing Gin regaining his energy due to the stimulation of the new wound, Karasuma Sonobu returned the dagger in his hand to Gin, and then asked the servant guarding the door to fetch something from the underground refrigerator.

It seems that there are tranquilizing agents on the bullets.

While waiting, Karasuma Sonobu took an unopened mobile phone from the drawer beside the bed, then sat cross-legged not far from Gin, opened it himself, installed the phone card, and handed it to Gin.

Gin took the phone and spit out a name coldly, which was an answer to Whiskey's previous question:

"Yahya."

Karasuma Sonobu was a little surprised when he got the answer. He paid attention to the time. In order to prevent the head maid from seeing the murmur, he sat back on the bed, picked up the right amount of warm water on the side, and took today's cold medicine.

"Is the FBI's intelligence so good? It even knows the whereabouts of your Gin so clearly."

Hearing the irony in Whiskey's words, Gin recalled the pursuit and corrected Karasuma Sonobu's words:

"Not only people from the FBI, but also the Neon Police and another unknown force are involved."

The third force?

Whiskey put down the water glass and leaned against the soft and comfortable pillow. After Gin made the call, he asked with interest:

"I'm not surprised that the FBI would join forces with the Neon Police, but Rum wouldn't be stupid enough to attack you at this time. What are your guesses about this third force?"

Gin assessed his condition, and made a small cut on his right arm with a dagger. Looking at the undisguised gloating on Whiskey's face, after thinking about it, he confidently stated his guess:

"Sir's direct team."

Karasuma Sonobu's confidence tightened. He saw that there was no joking expression on Gin's face, and he no longer leaned on the bed. After putting on his coat, Karasuma Sonobu stepped on soft cotton slippers and sat back in the cross-legged position of Gin. opposite.

"The direct team is divided into three waves of forces. Team leader Champagne is too busy taking care of himself right now. Deputy team leader Anisette is tracking down Rum's manipulations in the scientific research team. It's not like Bosio, the deputy team leader who has been crazy for several years, suddenly regained consciousness. I’m going to take action against you.”

Karasuma Sonobu didn't think that Bosio had the guts to attack Gin. Even if it was Bosio, if he wanted to take action, he should come to him first. After all, it was Bosio who ended up like this. Man, but he whiskey.

Hearing Whiskey mention Bosio, Gin's brows and eyes were full of uncontrollable anger. He remembered the extremely embarrassing escape just now, and murderous intent emerged in waves.

At that time, Gin had just gotten off the plane, and after meeting Vodka where he had picked up his luggage, he planned to go back to the safe house to rest, and then report the investigation report to his husband during this period.

Unexpectedly, the Porsche was hit by a white car that suddenly rushed out just halfway.

After Vodka was shocked and used his excellent driving skills to prevent his elder brother's Porsche from suffering further damage, he angrily got out of the car to find trouble with the owner of the white car.

At this time, Gin, who was in the passenger seat, was keenly aware of something strange in the actions and expressions of the owner of the white car who got out of the car to communicate. Just as he was about to change to the driving seat, suddenly, a sense of crisis that made his scalp numb suddenly surged. Come to mind.

A slight ticking sound like the movement of clock hands reached Gin's ears, so Gin decisively opened the door and jumped out of the car.

The next moment, a bullet grazed Gin's arm and was shot.

Gin ignored his injured right arm and shouted "vodka." Then he left that place amidst a huge explosion and covered by the smoke of the explosion.

Gin, who has been walking in the dark area all year round and experienced countless life and death crises, did not pay too much attention to this assassination. However, when he was hiding in hiding and contacting Vodka, he accidentally met a person.

A person that Gin was extremely afraid of.

When Gin saw the other party, he realized something was wrong in time, but it was already too late.

If Gin hadn't had targeted training in this regard, coupled with his own high sensitivity to crises, otherwise, Yahea's shot would not have simply penetrated his right arm.

It was precisely because of bumping into that person that Gin gave up the idea of ​​continuing to the safe house, and even destroyed the contact phone.

As for why he came here, Gin looked at the rare expression of interest on Whiskey's face and quietly waited for what would happen next.

"Master, what you asked for has been delivered."

The voice of the servant who spoke did not belong to the one who was guarding the door before, but Karasuma Sonobu was not surprised.

Because the servant who was guarding the door before he went to get something, in fact, only the one in charge of the underground storage room knew what he wanted.

Therefore, the person who came to deliver the things must be the internal member who was arranged by Karasuma Butler and knew about the existence of the organization.

Hearing the sound coming from outside the door, Karasuma Sonobu suppressed the expression on his face, stood up and walked to the door, took the medical refrigerator from the other party's hand, and whispered to the other party before closing the door. Carrying the box, he walked up to Gin.

The cold medicine was injected into Gin's body through the sharp needle holes. Karasuma Sonobu, who was doing this kind of work for the first time, seemed a little familiar.

After the injection of the medicine was completed, Karasuma Sonobu threw the empty powerful coagulation reagent tube back into the original box, while looking at Gin's body, the wound that had begun to reduce the amount of bleeding said:

"Luckily, this thing was brought out by Butler Karasuma from the Tokyo research team two days ago. It was originally intended to be sent to the Middle East as a hot commodity."

However, due to the recent strict inspection of imported and exported items by the Neon Police, the organization can only break them into parts and disperse this batch of medicines for transportation.

The small batch remaining in the underground storage room of Karasuma Residence will also be shipped out through secret channels tonight.

Although the item is precious, I think Mr. Lai is not stingy enough to even give the leader of the action team a bottle of gin.

Therefore, Karasuma Sonobu cut off a copy without ceremony.

Of course, this news will soon reach Mr.’s ears.

"Master, when you returned to Neon earlier, the bodyguard Uozuka Saburo who came back with you wanted to see you and said he had something important to do."

The familiar voice of the head maid sounded from outside the bedroom door. Karasuma Sonobu glanced at Gin, who had recovered somewhat, and ordered the head maid:

"Let him come up to me."

"Yes."

After a while, Vodka panicked, holding his phone in his hand, staggeringly opened the door and walked in. When he saw Karasuma Sonobu and Gin in the room, he was so excited that he almost cried:

"Brother...brother..."

Vodka was so choked that he seemed speechless. His body was covered with wounds from close contact with the explosion. He looked much more embarrassed than Gin.

At least Gin's silver hair was as smooth as ever, and the hat was still on his head as always.

Although his black coat was somewhat torn, compared to his tattered clothes, which looked like the vodka of a homeless man on the roadside, even if Gin walked on the street, he would only be recognized as a new era individual artist.

Seeing that Vodka was so excited that he couldn't speak, Gin seemed not to notice. He stopped Vodka from continuing to embarrass himself with a cold voice:

"Shut up, I'm not dead yet."

After being yelled at, Vodka immediately wiped away the tears on his face. He walked towards Gin half excited and half happy. Suddenly, a hand was put on Vodka's shoulder. Vodka was stunned, and then, a The loaded pistol was pressed firmly against the back of his head.

"Big...brother..."

Vodka looked at Gin with pleading eyes, but saw Gin's eyes looking at him as cold as if he were looking at a dead body.

He was stunned, and then wanted to say something, but he heard Karasuma Sonobu, who suddenly pointed a gun at him, said calmly:

"Cabner, Bosio's favorite disciple, although your appearance surprised me, I am still happy to see you."

"What are you talking about, what is Cabner, brother, what is this lunatic talking about..."

Vodka seemed to have encountered a psychopath. He eagerly asked his trusted elder brother Gin for help, but saw Gin also pulling out a gun and pointing it at him. The meaning was obvious.

Karasuma Sonobu looked at the person in his hand still struggling even before death, and chuckled:

"Seeing that I was so happy, I forgot to introduce myself. Although this is the first time we met, you should have heard my code name from your teacher Bosio. I am Whiskey."

Vodka, who was still struggling to explain, suddenly got stuck, like a puppet that had been wound up, becoming lifeless.

The extreme fear made Carbona unable to continue to operate his illusion. As the illusion dissipated, Gin looked at the brown-haired young man who was holding the whiskey in his hand and revealing his true face. His expression did not change at all.

Carbona didn't have time to pay attention to Gin's expression. At this moment, his mind was filled with fear of Whiskey standing behind him and capable of killing him at any time.

As Bosio's best apprentice, Carbona had naturally heard of the name of whiskey. He had witnessed Bosio's exquisite illusions when he was sober. Naturally, he also remembered Bosio's constant obsession with whiskey when he was crazy. Cursing and shivering in the corner.

Therefore, Cabernet, who has learned more and more about his teacher's abilities through continuous learning, naturally also inherited this invisible fear of whiskey that can make Bosio instantly go crazy with just a code name.

"You...you can't kill me...your ban..."

"boom!"

Feeling the faint murderous aura emanating from Karasuma Sonobu, Carbona quickly recalled a secret about the whiskey ban that his teacher Bosio had mentioned.

Unexpectedly, as soon as he said the word "ban", a bullet penetrated his head.

Throwing the corpse-turned-Cabner on the ground, Karasuma Sonobu smelled the smoke on his body, turned around, threw the gun aside, and walked toward the bathroom.

"When the vodka comes, let him clean up the garbage on the ground. I have just recovered from a serious illness and I can't smell this bloody smell mixed with various smells."

Gin, who was left alone in the bedroom, was silent for a long time. In the end, he didn't speak and pretended that he didn't hear.