No wonder Gin and Vodka are always inseparable. Is this their private relationship?
Bourbon subconsciously pursed his lips, his throat feeling a bit dry.
Following this line of thought, many of Gin and Vodka's previously unreasonable actions now had an explanation.
For example, this operation at Tropical Land. Gin said it was to scout the terrain, taking Vodka with him to the park, riding the Ferris wheel, and then the roller coaster.
It was completely unreasonable! Simple terrain reconnaissance didn't require going to that extent.
But if they were seen as a couple, these actions would make perfect sense, all for the sake of romance.
Bourbon shook his head, thinking his idea was a bit absurd, and pressed his ear closer to the bathroom door.
From the bathroom, he faintly heard intermittent… water sounds?
And Vodka's occasionally suppressed grunts, and Gin's seemingly pained gasps.
Bourbon's pupils constricted slightly, and his expression became strange.
He thought to himself, it's hard not to get the wrong idea with sounds like that.
Recalling Vodka's burly yet seemingly honest physique, Bourbon even subconsciously guessed. Vodka was probably the passive one?
"No! I can't keep thinking like this!"
Bourbon turned to look at Korn, and whispered.
"Korn, tell me honestly, what are Gin and Vodka doing in there? I won't spread it around."
Korn's old face flushed, and he awkwardly clutched the hem of his dress.
Gin and Vodka were having a diarrhea competition in there. How was he supposed to explain that? He couldn't possibly say it.
Korn's embarrassed expression, in Bourbon's eyes, simply confirmed his suspicions.
Perhaps, Korn in a dress standing outside the door was also part of Gin and Vodka's play.
Bourbon took a deep breath, decided to probe further, and gently knocked on the bathroom door.
"Gin, Vodka, are you two alright in there?"
He tried to keep his voice as normal as possible, using his usual tone:
"I'm Bourbon. I heard you encountered a mysterious organization during this operation. Rum sent me to find out more. Is it convenient for me to come in now?"
"Get out!!" Gin's voice, suppressing pain, immediately came from inside the door, clearly weak and with a sense of exhaustion.
Immediately followed by Vodka's tearful agreement: "Don't! Don't come in! Bourbon! We're not convenient right now!"
Hearing their voices, Bourbon felt as if he had been struck by lightning.
A bolder idea formed in his mind.
Perhaps, Gin was the one passively receiving?!
Whether his guess was right or wrong.
With Gin and Vodka clearly not wanting him to enter the bathroom, Bourbon had no choice but to leave first.
But just as he was about to leave.
The organization-issued phone in his hand suddenly vibrated. Rum's call automatically connected, and the one-way video function was activated.
"Don't go, Bourbon! Just open the door. I'll take responsibility if anything happens." Rum's slightly excited voice came from the other end.
Bourbon knew without thinking, that Rum, that old guy, must have been eavesdropping on them with his phone all along.
Organization-issued phones came with built-in GPS and listening functions.
This was something all members were well aware of.
As an elder of the Organization, Rum just happened to have listening privileges.
With Rum's endorsement, Bourbon no longer hesitated. He took a deep breath and opened the bathroom door.
Even though he was mentally prepared for Gin and Vodka to be doing indescribable things inside.
But when he actually saw the scene inside, he was still dumbfounded.
In his field of vision, the messy bathroom looked as if it had just been bombed with feces, leaving no place to step.
In the yellowish bathwater, large quantities of viscous, unidentifiable substances floated.
Bourbon's brain nearly crashed.
He had guessed that Vodka and Gin were playing dirty in the bathroom.
But he didn't expect them to play this dirty!
Who the hell would have thought these two grown men were playing with shit in the bathtub!
"Get out of the way, I can't hold it anymore!"
Vodka's body trembled violently, accompanied by a muffled f-art sound.
Splash —
Like a pressure cooker exploding, a yellowish-brown torrent was forcefully sprayed onto the 6-meter-high ceiling.
The viscous filth violently impacted the tiles above, making a crashing sound, and then dripped down like a waterfall… Bourbon was completely stunned and quickly retreated out of the bathroom, closing the door.
"Hahahaha, good job, Bourbon, I recorded everything."
Rum's extremely arrogant laughter came from the phone's speaker.
"Now let's see what face Gin has to contend for power with me. I'm going to send this video to the Boss and let him know who is the most useful person in our Organization!"
...Several hours later, the hideout's lounge.
The air was filled with the pungent smell of air freshener.
Gin and Vodka had already changed into clean clothes. Aside from their still pale faces, their bodies had returned to normal.
Korn had also changed back into his own clothes, lowering his head, trying to minimize his presence.
Bourbon sat a little further away, trying to maintain a calm facade, but his gaze occasionally drifted towards Gin and Vodka, still looking strange.
Gin lit a cigarette, took a deep drag, then looked at Korn: "Korn. I told you and Chianti to deal with those bastards from Cunning Hares, and what happened?"
Korn's body trembled, and his head drooped even lower:
"We were ambushed. The enemies seemed to know our movements in advance and knocked out both me and Chianti. They even called the police. When I woke up, the police were taking me and Chianti to the police station. I escaped in the chaos."
Korn generally explained the situation, but he didn't mention the details of being stripped naked, or returning in women's clothing.
A vein throbbed on Gin's forehead. Thinking of the ZZZ Organization's terrifying intelligence capabilities, he didn't blame Korn.
After all, he himself had fallen, so it wasn't incomprehensible that Korn and Chianti had failed.
"What about Chianti?" Gin spoke again. He was most worried about this outspoken woman falling into the hands of the police.
Given her personality, if she were caught, it would be difficult for her to keep the Organization's secrets.
"She… she was taken away by the police." Korn's voice was as faint as a mosquito's.
"Useless!"
Gin drew the Beretta M92F from his waist, chambering a round with a crisp click.
"She can't be allowed to speak! Tell me where she's being held, and I'll go make her shut up forever!"
"No need, it hasn't come to that yet." Korn, startled, almost jumped up, waving his hands hastily, "Chianti was only detained for three days on charges of 'disturbing public order and good customs.' She'll be released then."
Gin, Vodka, Bourbon: ... The entire lounge instantly fell silent.
Gin's hand, holding the gun, froze in mid-air, giving him a feeling of drawing his sword and looking around in bewilderment.
Vodka's mouth was agape, his eyes wide.
Bourbon also had an expression of disbelief.
The person they, the Public Security Bureau, had spent so much effort trying to catch, was actually apprehended by a community police officer?
Gin's chest heaved violently a few times. Finally, he slowly lowered his gun and looked at Bourbon.
"I don't care what method you use, your most important task now is to thoroughly investigate this damned ZZZ Organization for me!
And those people from Cunning Hares, they truly have no bottom line! As a fellow underground organizations, I'm ashamed for our Black Organization!"
After Gin's emotional outburst, he also shared his previous analysis of the ZZZ Organization with Bourbon.
"I understand. I will fully investigate next." Bourbon met Gin's fierce gaze and nodded heavily.
Based on the information Gin revealed, the ZZZ Organization was not only Old but also seemed more dangerous than the Black Organization.
It was truly inexcusable that their Public Security Bureau had not detected anything before.
Now that the Black Organization and the ZZZ Organization were in conflict, perhaps he could do something to make these two organizations fight each other, weakening their strength?