Chapter 80
The Distillery’s camaraderie is truly moving.
It had to be Vermouth. With one move, she had revealed his true identity, a swift and ruthless blow to the weak spot of a man who deceived women.
If Furuya hadn’t confessed everything, he would have been sunk in a ditch today.
In conclusion, “Vermouth is not a good person. Don’t be deceived by her,” the undercover Public Security officer said with conviction.
“But you were the one who deceived people first,” An’an pointed out. “The beautiful older sister was just telling the truth.”
The blond young man’s eyes narrowed unpleasantly. “An’an, whose side are you on?”
A good question. On the left was a blond beauty, on the right was also a blond beauty. Whose side should she take?
For Furuya, the mere hesitation on the girl’s face constituted a betrayal.
To be so easily seduced away. She needed to be punished.
A suffocating suppression, no time to swallow or breathe, no longer the right to regret. The daylight hours were all poured into the warming room.
…
Director Ochi never knew why his script consultant and his actress always took leave on the same day.
Fortunately, the filming of the movie had finally reached its end. Director Ochi had received a promise from Sharon Vineyard’s agent to help with the promotion, and he was moved to tears. What a good person!
He had a flash of inspiration. With a kuku sound, he edited the footage, ruthlessly stuffing the scenes between the two famous actresses into the promotional video.
The screenwriter wanted to say something but held back. Isn’t this a scam?
Their scenes together were only a few minutes long. So you’re just luring the audience in to kill them.
Director Ochi: They’re already lured in. They have no choice.
The Screenwriter: You’ll be beaten up sooner or later. Really.
For an offline real-life fight, please look for Director Ochi. Do not injure other staff members by mistake.
Although Director Ochi’s move was despicable, its power was immense. Onlookers who were not originally fans of the series were stunned when they clicked on the trailer.
“A dream collaboration! A double delight for the fans!”
“This villain is so cool!”
“The most pleasing to my eyes episode. I’m moved. A reassuring aesthetic.”
“Are there many scenes between the two sisters? Is there? Is there? This is very important to me!”
“I really want to see them in a dual-female-lead masterpiece. Who understands? Just seeing them on the same screen is enough to make me die of happiness.”
…
“Vermouth!” Vodka said loudly. “Aniki is in the midst of a heated public opinion storm, and you still have time to guest-star in a movie?”
Vermouth calmly took a sip of red wine and took out two movie tickets from her handbag. “Premiere tickets. Want them?”
Vodka had an expression as if he had been insulted. “I would never abandon Aniki at a critical moment. I am not that kind of disloyal person.”
Vermouth: “They have Teacher An’an’s autograph on them. And it’s a gold signature.”
Vodka quickly took the movie tickets and carefully placed them in his wallet.
“This is not a betrayal of Aniki. I just hope that Aniki can relax his tense mood by watching a movie,” Vodka said solemnly.
Vermouth, with her high EQ, only smiled and said nothing.
Getting his favorite actress’s autograph only made Vodka happy for a while. He was still indignant. “Who on earth is framing Aniki from behind the scenes? Have you found any clues?”
“…” The blond woman gently pushed her wine glass away, her tone regretful. “No.”
“How can you have no clues?” Vodka said, frustrated. He turned his head to look at the man who had pushed open the door and entered the bar. “Bourbon, what about you?”
“No clue,” Bourbon said, spreading his hands, his tone regretful.
The two blond beauties looked at each other across Vodka, then simultaneously looked away.
Poor Vodka didn’t know he was being played like a dog by his colleagues. Sunglasses Bodyguard Bro had another fruitless day. He returned to the organization’s base with the two premiere tickets Vermouth had given him.
“Is Aniki not at the base?” Vodka scratched his head. He changed course and went to the bar inside the base, placing a movie ticket on the bar where Gin usually sat and pressing it down with a wine glass.
“I hope Aniki will be in a better mood after relaxing,” the loyal little brother prayed silently. He couldn’t bear to use the premiere ticket and decided to collect the one with the gold signature and buy another one.
“Although I won’t be able to watch the same show as Aniki, Aniki also needs his own personal space. I’m so considerate,” Vodka praised himself.
He turned and left. The bartender behind the bar silently wiped a wine glass.
The bar was bustling with people, but no one dared to occupy the seat at the bar. It remained empty until the bartender’s shift change.
As the bartender was putting the last wiped glass back on the shelf, he was thinking of telling his colleague about the movie ticket.
Ding-dong.
The wind chime on the bar door was startled by the opening of the door, clinking and clanking in the air, making a chaotic sound.
A slightly old figure slowly walked to the bar.
One of his eyes reflected the light in the dark room, shining like an inorganic glass bead.
The old man walked to the bar. He didn’t care that it was Gin’s seat. He reached out and picked up the movie ticket.
The bartender was about to stop him, but was frozen in place by an intuition. He suddenly remembered the rumors about the organization’s second-in-command.
If it was Rum-sama who wanted to take Gin-aniki’s ticket, what could a small bartender say?
Rum had no intention of staying for a drink. He left with the premiere ticket.
The bar door closed. The bartender took out his phone and clicked on the movie ticket he had bought during the pre-sale.
“It’s not that expensive,” the bartender mumbled. “He’s not even willing to contribute one more ticket to the box office. Rum-sama is so stingy.”
…
Although the movie ticket wasn’t expensive, the premiere tickets were hard to get. And Director Ochi, in order to coordinate with Sharon Vineyard’s team’s promotion, had chosen to release it at American time.
For Tokyo, it was a midnight screening.
“Is it okay?” Furuya asked, taking his black baseball cap and putting it on An’an’s head. “What if you get caught by your fans?”
“This is the first movie I’ve ever acted in. I have to go to the premiere.”
An’an put on a mask that covered most of her face. She looked at herself in the mirror and said, worried, “Should I also wear sunglasses?”
Furuya handed her the sunglasses. The two of them squeezed in front of the mirror and examined themselves.
An’an: “I look like a wanted criminal.”
Furuya: “I’m sorry, my occupational disease is about to act up.”
“Damn it! It’s all spring’s fault,” An’an pounded the table. “If it were winter, it would be fine. My winter-survival artifact is invincible.”
The Undercover Public Security Officer: A wanted criminal and a robber are no different…
In the end, An’an still gave up on the fashion of wearing sunglasses. Wearing sunglasses in the middle of the night really made her look suspicious. She had not been able to master the unique fashion of Sunglasses Bodyguard Bro.
“If I get caught, then I get caught,” Miss An said. “It’s not like I’m really wanted. If I get caught by my fans, it’s just a photo and an autograph. I’m used to it.”
Taking a photo suitable for a wanted poster, signing the name she had practiced a thousand times when giving a statement. She would spoil her fans.
Furuya smiled and kissed An’an’s cheek through the mask. He said lightly, “If you get caught, just run away with me. The Mazda is always at your service.”
“And then we’ll have a car chase, drift, and drive on the train tracks?” the girl asked the question she had been curious about for a long time. “After all that, why is your driver’s license still gold?”
That was a gold driver’s license that could only be obtained after five or more years without any traffic violations or accidents.
An’an: You must have pulled some strings. Definitely.
A Public Security police officer with overwhelming power. (shakes head.jpg)
Furuya: (averts gaze.jpg)
In any case, his driving skills were better than An’an’s, who hadn’t even taken the driver’s test. The Public Security police officer righteously refused her request to drive without a license.
Although the white Mazda had been shattered in countless ways countless times, and although the distillery spent a large amount of money on car repairs for its undercover agents every year, driving without a license was absolutely wrong. No.
An’an’s dream of a car chase was shattered. She decided not to talk to Furuya until the movie started.
“I was wrong,” the blond young man said, trying to please her. “How about I teach you to drive when we get back? I’ll definitely help An’an get her driver’s license.”
“Then you’re not allowed to jump out of the car halfway,” An’an said. “Even if I drive to the edge of the city, into Tokyo Bay, or to Inspector Megure’s private residence, you’re not allowed to jump out of the car.”
Furuya: “…Fine.”
After all, the distillery would pay for the car repairs. And the last destination, let’s just forget about it. What did Inspector Megure do wrong? The crime rate in Beika had already made him work so much overtime that he had passed his own home three times without going in.
The girl was satisfied. She propped herself up on Furuya’s lap and leaned in to kiss him.
A kiss through a mask. Furuya was not very satisfied. Taking advantage of the darkness of the movie theater, he hooked the mask’s ear loops hanging from An’an’s ear.
The two of them were sitting in the last row, in a corner, a place where even if someone wanted to condemn a young couple for being lovey-dovey in public, it would be difficult to find them.
An’an’s vision was blocked by the man who was covering her. She could only vaguely see someone sitting silently in the front row.
No turning back, no protest. The position he had chosen was also a corner. He should be a kind-hearted introvert.
“The movie is about to start,” the girl reminded him in a small voice. She put on her mask, covering her crimson lips.
The plot held no suspense for her and Furuya, who had participated in the entire filming. Every scene on the screen could evoke a shared memory.
“The scene between the male lead and the villain is coming up… heavens! That gaze! I’m dying from this ship!”
“Before, he looked at everyone as if they were a dog. Suddenly, he has lingering feelings. Ahhh, I can’t take it anymore!”
“Is the director a chaotic evil? Before, he was selling the male and female leads. In this installment, he suddenly started selling the protagonist and the villain. Damn it! And it’s so good.”
“It’s as if my Ren and Du meridians have been opened. I’ll eat this up first.”
“I suggest you don’t eat your fill. Leave some room. There’s something even better later.”
“Why isn’t the content from the promotional video out yet?! I’ll punch the director!”
“Is the forehead kiss real? Is the forehead kiss real?! They’re selling it this big?!”
It was real, but the total plot was less than ten minutes long. It was all cut into the promotional video. There was no more, no more exciting content.
“But this is my screen debut kiss,” An’an said with certainty. The value was still very high.
The moment she said it, she knew she had messed up. Without turning her head, she could feel her boyfriend’s resentful gaze.
“Don’t be angry,” An’an said, tugging on his sleeve. “I’ve already agreed to the request you made before. Don’t push your luck.”
Furuya sighed and said dejectedly, “So I’ve even been deprived of the right to be unhappy? Alright, I’ll console myself.”
An’an had reason to suspect that he was pretending, and was acting again.
A man with three faces. His acting was terrifying.
The girl, while thinking that she would definitely not fall for it next time, cupped the blond young man’s face and leaned in to kiss him.
…
The last row, in a corner. A place where you trade your viewing experience for concealment. A person who was seriously here to watch a movie would never choose to sit here.
Similarly, the second-to-last row, in a corner, was the same.
Rum was not here to watch a movie. He was here for the girl in the back, who was entangled with Bourbon and also seemed to be unclear with Vermouth.
The results of his observation on this trip were quite fruitful. She was indeed a person who had a lot to do with the organization’s two high-ranking members and had great utility value.
To be able to get this information, Rum’s trip was not in vain.
The movie was quite good. The reasoning part and the action scenes were both brilliant. Except for the chaotic evil, everything-is-for-sale romance that was too dog-blood for an old man to handle, Rum was willing to give the movie itself a five-star review.
He ultimately left a one-star review for the viewing experience.
[Anonymous Viewer: The movie is good. The other audience members have poor etiquette. Bad review.]
Comments below:
[Are you talking about the young couple in the last row, in a corner? Please, they’re already sitting on the edge. What’s it got to do with you?]
[I get you… they really kissed for a super long time, almost from the beginning to the end. Are they really here to watch a movie?]
[Who are you? Why are you sitting in the seat I gave to my big brother? Look in my eyes!]
[To the person above, think about it. Otherwise, the person who was shown a full movie of PDA would be your big brother.]