Inside an unassuming hotel room near the concert venue.
Vodka, dressed in a fan support outfit with Astra Yao's adorable character image, was handcuffed behind his back to a chair, his head slumped, not yet fully awake from the tranquilizer.
The door was pushed open, and a white-haired old man hurried in.
He was James Black, a senior FBI agent and Akai Shuichi's direct superior.
Upon receiving news of Akai Shuichi's successful capture of Vodka, he immediately rushed over.
"Shuichi, well done!"
James's voice was very excited.
"Gin's right-hand man, a core member of the Black Organization—this is an unprecedented big fish! We're sure to extract a lot of valuable information from him..."
His voice trailed off when he saw Vodka's current attire.
The excitement and anticipation on James's face instantly turned into incredulous shock.
He scrutinized Vodka, who was dressed in a fanboy's support outfit, had a large stomach, and looked every bit like a slobby fanboy, finding it impossible to connect him with the Black Organization.
The contrast was simply too great.
James couldn't help but turn his head, looking at the expressionless Akai Shuichi with a suspicious gaze.
"Shuichi... are you sure you didn't catch the wrong person? Is this... is this really that Vodka?"
If it weren't for Akai Shuichi's consistently excellent performance, he would have suspected that his subordinate thought he was senile and had simply captured a fanatical fan to claim credit.
Akai Shuichi seemed to have anticipated his superior's reaction, nodding faintly. "Identity confirmed, Mr. James. No mistake."
James, half-believing, half-doubting, leaned in closer, wanting to observe more carefully.
Just then, Vodka, in his stupor, seemed to have a nightmare, mumbling indistinctly:
"Ugh... Big Brother... no... no..."
"Please spare me... I really don't want to eat shrimp anymore..."
"One more bite... burp... burp..."
James. "???"
What was all this about?!
Shrimp? Was it some secret code of the Black Organization?
Or was this guy simply dreaming from overeating?
James felt his intelligence challenged, and his initial suspicions deepened.
"Wake him up," James frowned, gesturing to the agent beside him.
An agent picked up a bottle of mineral water, unscrewed the cap, and unceremoniously splashed it on Vodka's face.
"Cough! Cough, cough, cough!"
Stimulated by the icy water, Vodka jolted, suddenly coming to.
He shook his head, coughed twice, his vision gradually focusing, and the first thing that met his eyes was Akai Shuichi's stern face.
Vodka instantly understood his predicament and became incredibly angry.
These FBI bastards! He hadn't even finished watching the concert!
Vodka struggled, roaring angrily.
"Akai Shuichi! You despicable and shameless fellow! To use such underhanded tactics! If you have the guts, let me go, and let's fight one-on-one!"
James looked at the enraged Vodka and thought this reaction was somewhat like a Black Organization member.
But he always felt that the sunglasses on Vodka's face were incredibly obstructive, hiding too many facial expressions, which was not conducive to their psychological analysis.
"Take off his sunglasses," James ordered.
"No! Don't touch my sunglasses!"
Vodka's reaction was unusually violent, he desperately twisted his head to try and evade, as if those sunglasses were his lifeblood.
But this futile resistance was quickly subdued by the FBI agents, and the sunglasses were still removed.
Surprisingly, after losing his sunglasses, Vodka did not open his eyes to glare at them, instead, he tightly closed his eyes, as if afraid of something being seen.
His abnormal behavior only further piqued James's curiosity.
"Pry open his eyelids," James ordered. He wanted to see what secret was hidden beneath those sunglasses.
Two agents stepped forward and forcibly propped open Vodka's tightly closed eyelids.
When Vodka's eyes were fully exposed to the light, the entire room instantly fell silent.
A few seconds later.
All the FBI agents burst into laughter (I couldn't help laughing - Bangboo Live).
"Pfft..."
"Cough..."
Someone couldn't hold back a scoff first, and then several agents quickly lowered their heads, their shoulders subtly shaking.
Even the usually poker-faced Akai Shuichi couldn't help but twitch his lips a few times.
James also froze for several seconds before barely managing to maintain a serious expression.
The reason was none other than the pair of eyes beneath Vodka's sunglasses, which were simply too distinctive!
His eyes were unexpectedly small, like two rehydrated black goji berries placed on a large flatbread.
They formed a strong contrast with Vodka's burly and fierce physique, creating a 'contrast moe[1]' effect.
"Don't look! Close your dog eyes!"
Vodka roared with shame and indignation, his face turning crimson, but unfortunately, paired with those goji-berry-like eyes, all his deterrent power vanished.
James cleared his throat, trying to compose himself, and got to the point.
"Vodka, since you've fallen into our hands, cooperate honestly.
Tell us everything you know about the Black Organization—its hideouts, members, operational plans, everything.
If your information is valuable, we can consider applying for a reduced sentence for you, or even grant you a U.S. green card and send you to Florida to enjoy life."
Vodka, hearing this, let out a cold snort as if he had heard a joke.
"Pah! Don't give me that! You want me to betray the Organization? Dream on! I won't say anything!
I warn you, you'd better release me immediately! Otherwise, my Big Brother is capable of anything!"
"You think Gin will come to save you?" James said coldly. "He probably doesn't even know where you are, does he?"
"Hmph! Stupid FBI!"
Although Vodka's eyes were small, he tried hard to put on a disdainful expression at this moment.
"The Organization's phones all come with GPS tracking! And... who told you I came to the concert alone?"
This made James and Akai Shuichi frown simultaneously.
Vodka continued triumphantly.
"My driver is waiting outside! Not having heard from me for so long, he must have already noticed something was wrong and reported it to Big Brother immediately!
You just wait to suffer the wrath of Gin Aniki! Hahahaha!
To tell you the truth, Big Brother recently acquired an AH-64 Apache attack helicopter, and it even has missiles, so if you're not afraid of death, just wait."
Akai Shuichi's expression changed drastically.
He had immediately found Vodka's phone after capturing him and placed it in a special signal-blocking box, he was absolutely meticulous about this.
But he had planned for everything, yet he never expected...
Vodka, who himself served as Gin's driver, actually... had a driver of his own?!
However, on second thought, it made sense. As a code-named member of the Black Organization, it was perfectly normal to have an peripheral member act as his driver.
[1] moe is cute btw