…
[AHH, Toru wouldn't die here right?]
[Nooo, I don't want it!]
[Damn it]
[It's so fierce! Are they going to die?]
…
Amamiya Yuki had just eliminated a group of people behind the few who engaged in a battle with Amuro Toru and the others. It's not like she didn't want to help, but this angle wasn't good enough.
Once the few backups were eliminated, Amamiya Yuki picked up the sniper rifle once again and then climbed up the roof of the other building. The roof was higher, so she had to climb up, which take some time.
In the public channel, Gin was cursing Chianti and Cohen.
Those two were in a completely different position from her and Amamiya Yuki didn't plan to help Gin anymore. Anyway, he had more than enough people under him.
Setting the sniper rifle once again, Amamiya Yuki aimed in the direction where Amuro Toru and the other two were located.
Bang!
In the chaos, he saw blood explode on an enemy's head, but the gunfire sounded wrong.
Suddenly, Amuro Tooru realized something, abruptly turning around to look at the distant high-rise building behind him.
A sniper!
Bang!
Another one fell down all of the sudden, not giving time for others to react.
It felt as if it was just one second away from the first one.
Absolutely fast.
Does the sniper not need to aim?
"Is Gin and the others done? Are Chianti and Cohen coming to help?" Vermouth also keenly sensed the new assistance.
Irish Whiskey eyes narrowed, he remained silent, and his attacks became even more ruthless.
And in just a second, another one fell down.
Three people fell in such a short period of time, which is shocking.
After all, the battlefield was not static with each of them moved erratically. After knowing there's a sniper, some of them tried to hide but failed.
Before they could hide, another one had fallen.
Everything happened so quickly that it was unbelievable.
"No, Chianti and Cohen's sniping skills aren't this good." Vermouth suddenly chuckled. "Sweetheart, it's you, isn't it?"
Sweetheart?
Both Irish Whiskey and Bourbon were confused by Vermouth's address. None of them remembered that Vermouth had a lover in the organization.
In any case, the sniper was extremely good and ruthless.
Several more bullets pierced through these people's heads, killing them effectively in the next few seconds. And the rest were clearly not their opponents.
They rushed out of the encirclement and quickly found a car to use.
"Give me a headset," Vermouth said.
Irish Whiskey threw a spare headset to Vermouth while Bourbon watched from the side as he drove.
"Sweetheart, thank you for covering up for us. Would you like to accompany me later?" Vermouth asked, her tone was cheerful despite her tiredness.
…
[Who is this Sweetheart?]
[For Vermouth to be so close to the other party, I wonder if he's Vermouth official partner]
[No way, right? Vermouth is so old…]
[Noo, my goddess Vermouth shouldn't have any lover!]
[I won't accept any pairing for Vermouth! Disagree!]
[Reject partners!]
…
The barrage was noisy and Amamiya Yuki had just finished cleaning up her sniper rifle. Seeing them rejecting her, she was utterly speechless.
Who would want to be a lover with Vermouth?
She's straight!
Even if she liked seeing beautiful women, she wouldn't be willing to be with them.
Tsk, let's end this farce.
She heard Gin cursing again in their communication channel.
But Amamiya Yuki was not entirely sure how her relationship with Vermouth reached this point….
"Vermouth," a woman's voice came from the communication channel. "It's 3 AM. I need my beauty sleep."
Vermouth let out a chuckle when she heard that, not surprised by Sake's complaining tone.
Bourbon and Irish Whiskey understood that the one she called Sweetheart is a woman… which meant that it's a joke.
She's not Vermouth's lover.
Probably just someone with a relatively better relationship in the organization.
"Sake!" Gin's tone was murderous. "Where are you now?"
"I'm retreating. I've used up all the bullets you give me, Gin" Sake replied with a faint dissatisfaction. "It's one thing for you to disturb me in the middle of the night, but you couldn't expect me to fight without any bullets."
…
[Sake! AHH, she's really a woman!]
[And she's a very powerful sniper! We should have known this from the time we saw her on the train]
[Hhh, I really want to see more of Sake!]
[Why is her appearance not shown ah, my beautiful Sake]
[It's now confirmed that Sake is more powerful than Chianti and Cohen]
[Hahaha]
[Another powerful black party member eh]
…
"How did you use up so many bullets, Sake?" Chianti's boisterous voice came from the headset. "AHH, it can't be that you're speed killing again, did you?"
"You can check the battlefield on your own." Sake's eyes moved to the back and her head was lowered slightly, concealing the unease within her eyes.
"Heh." This time, Gin sneered but it was obvious that he's in a good mood. "You better not lie, Sake."
"Why should I lie?" Sake scoffed. "Hmm, I'm leaving now, Gin."
What followed was Chianti cursing but Amamiya Yuki had already turned off the headset. She had no interest in listening to this.
'Ah…so many people died today.'
Amamiya Yuki sighed deeply as she made her way back.
She felt that she might not be able to fall asleep later… it would be better for her to use some sleeping pills tonight.
She really didn't want to think too much about it.
On the other side, Bourbon was listening and his purple gray eyes were deep. He had seen Sake's decisiveness in that battle just now and he himself had killed a few people. After all, it would be impossible to get out of the encirclement otherwise.
In a life and death battle, he couldn't hold back. Even if they tried their best to only injure the opponents, some things were unavoidable.
Vermouth chuckled. "Looks like I owe Sweetheart once more."
But she was clearly in a good mood.
Irish Whiskey was listening to Gin berating Chianti and her unwillingness to lose.
"I heard Sake is the best sniper in the organization aside from Gin. Is it true?" Irish Whiskey suddenly asked.
"You have to ask Gin in person, Irish," Vermouth replied calmly and then heard Gin's words, telling them to go back on their own without regrouping.
Sake had already left first, though.
For her casualness, Vermouth and Gin were not surprised. Sake has always been this wayward, but her mission record was perfect. She has her own way of doing things and they wouldn't interrupt her unless necessary.
Anyway, Sake is from the action team and usually receives orders from Gin. But she had her own intelligence channel and often disappeared, which made Gin a bit annoyed.
"Vermouth, what does Sake looks like?" Bourbon suddenly asked.
Vermouth arched her eyebrows. "Interested, Bourbon?"
"At least, I have to give her some thanks for saving me today, right?" Bourbon smiled brightly.
"You've already seen Sake, Bourbon," Vermouth said slowly. "And if she wants to see you, she'll come to you."
"So mysterious." Irish Whiskey frowned.
Bourbon kept a smile on his face, but his heart actually sank.
He had seen Sake before?
Where?
If Vermouth could say this, it meant that she had seen him interacting with Sake before. But he couldn't remember meeting anyone special.
Unless… it's during the time he becomes a waiter, but there were so many guests in Poirot Cafe that it would be impossible for him to determine who it is.
"Then, let's go our own way."
The car stopped in an abandoned garage and the three of them went their separate way.
At this time, the barrage was lively.