“Okay, I’ll be right there.”
Bai Ye pushed the Mahjong tiles aside and offered his seat to Fu Jian.
Zheng Nan observed this but didn't say anything.
Such were the rules of the pharmaceutical factory.
It was fine to play even during work hours, as long as it wasn't during patrol time.
This was something Gin tacitly allowed, a privilege won by the predecessors.
Suzuki Bai Ye left the guard room and followed Zheng Nan to the office.
He knocked on the door, and after getting a response, he pushed it open and entered.
Zheng Nan didn't follow him in, busy with his own tasks. He was only responsible for delivering messages and accompanying him.
Gin sat in the room, still in his black suit and hat, his legs propped on the table.
Behind him stood Vodka, his face full of simple good nature.
“Take a seat.”
Suzuki Bai Ye nodded and sat opposite him, his movements natural:
“Boss, what do you need me for?”
Gin remained silent, his gaze fixed on Bai Ye.
It wasn't until Bai Ye felt a little uneasy under his scrutiny that he spoke:
“Did you go to the art museum yesterday?”
Suzuki Bai Ye was quite surprised. No way, even the Boss knew about it.
It seemed the publicity from last night had surpassed his expectations:
“Yes, I went to see the art exhibition there over the weekend. I happened to encounter a murder case, so I just provided some clues.”
Vodka was filled with hostility towards Suzuki Bai Ye. Though he wore sunglasses, his expression remained menacing.
He thought this guy was a traitor and should be shot on the spot.
Gin raised a hand to stop Vodka's actions, a look of amusement in his eyes:
“I heard… you are a special criminal investigator hired by the police? Are you going to be holding down two jobs simultaneously?”
Suzuki Bai Ye knew this was bad. If the Boss talked like this, he might lose his job.
The main quest assigned by the system was to uncover the truth hidden in the third laboratory.
If he lost his position, he wouldn't be able to get in anymore. He quickly explained:
“I helped them solve several cases before, so Inspector Megure wanted to invite me to join the Metropolitan Police Department. But I have a job, so I never agreed. I didn't expect him to act first and apologize later to the media. I was helpless too.”
Gin nodded, appearing patient.
He had seen Bai Ye's surprised reaction on television and had anticipated this situation:
“So, what did the police say to you?”
“Inspector Megure apologized to me afterwards, saying it was a necessary evil. He said he would apply to the Metropolitan Police Department to secure a higher position for me, but since I am now the security captain of the pharmaceutical factory, I should do my best in my own work. Solving cases is just fooling around, it doesn't count as real work.”
It wasn't strange for someone with outstanding detective skills to be recruited by the Metropolitan Police Department.
Gin kept a straight face, his words lacking any real persuasive power:
“Relax, don’t be so stiff. We’re just having a casual chat,”
Hey, with that expression on your face, like you’re about to kill someone, who would believe you?
Suzuki Bai Ye suppressed his smile and threw the question back:
“Alright, let's see what you want to talk about.”
Gin pulled his hat lower, making himself appear even more ruthless:
“In this world, what do you desire most? Money? Women? Power?”
Suzuki Bai Ye was handsome after crossing over. He wouldn't lack women, that's for sure.
If he wanted someone to be close to him, it wouldn't be difficult.
Besides mixed-race beauties like Shiho Miyano, most beauties seemed difficult to get him interested.
He did lack money, that's true.
Whether at work or in life, Bai Ye was rather laid back.
He couldn't handle that kind of power game where he's constantly busy.
“Money, women and ability, I guess.”
“Ability?”
The ability Suzuki Bai Ye spoke of was the kind that could be acquired from the system shop.
Not useless skills like being able to undo a bra with one hand or open a Ferrari with one hand.
“Yes, I’m not talking about ordinary abilities, but the kind that transcends the laws of science, something that makes me particularly eager. In short, it’s about having a high sense of novelty for the unknown.”
Gin lowered his eyes, seemingly understanding the general meaning.
A talent like Suzuki Bai Ye should be firmly under control.
Money, women, those were not issues.
The benefits of the Black Organization were far greater than many government agencies.
Thinking about this, Gin became annoyed.
The traitors he had recently eliminated were all spies and agents planted by various countries.
They ate from the organization, used the organization, and then betrayed the organization.
He disliked these planted pawns.
Wait…
Pawns?!
Gin's pupils constricted, as if he had figured something out.
If they could plant pawns, why couldn’t I re-plant them?
Suzuki Bai Ye, who had been invited by the Metropolitan Police Department, was the perfect choice.
But there was one problem: he wasn't part of the organization.
Gin’s expression turned serious, his gaze fixed on Bai Ye:
“Would you like to join the organization? You can have everything you desire if you join.”
Vodka's face showed disbelief. Had the Boss gone crazy today?
Why would he recruit him? I was here first!
“Everything I desire, really?”
“Of course.”
This man is evil, Suzuki Bai Ye didn't believe such lies.
If he hadn't seen the scale of the pharmaceutical factory, he would have thought he'd entered a pyramid scheme.
To relieve the awkward atmosphere, Bai Ye joked a bit:
“Including you?”
Vodka was even more angry after hearing that. His eyes bulged like copper bells, and he wanted to immediately shoot this stinky brat!
Gin frowned slightly, his tone becoming serious:
“Are you serious?”
Suzuki Bai Ye had meant to liven up the mood, but he'd messed up. He quickly changed the subject:
“No, no, just kidding. What exactly is the organization? Is it an association formed by executives and owners of the pharmaceutical factory?”
If it were anyone else who dared to challenge Gin like this, he wouldn't have bothered to explain. He would have shot them directly.
He temporarily tolerated Bai Ye's offense because this pawn was irreplaceable.
“No, we are a multinational organization, with a wide range of operations. We don't accept just anyone. The incompetent don't even qualify to know about our organization. If you want to join, you need to pass a test.”
It sounded really prestigious, but he didn't know if it was true:
“What kind of test?”
Gin tilted his head towards the wall clock, not answering directly:
“Wait a bit longer. Someone is coming.”
Two or three minutes later, a sturdy-looking man pushed open the door and entered.
He was dressed in black pants and a black shirt, wearing black sunglasses, with a square jaw.
“Tequila, you're here.”
“Gin.” The muscular man was rather arrogant, and he snorted coldly: “What do you want?”
“Take him with you on tomorrow's mission to get the designer's list.”
Tequila, upon hearing this, looked at Suzuki Bai Ye beside him, his eyes examining him.
He quickly retracted his gaze, his expression scornful:
“Hah, isn’t this the little white face beside Sherry?”
Bai Ye was a little confused. He asked back:
“Who is Sherry?”
“Her real name is Shiho Miyano.”
Vodka, who had been silent for a long time, explained, his eyes under the sunglasses filled with anticipation, wanting them to fight immediately!