Chapter 1 The Death of Scotland

At the end of September, the weather was slightly cool, and the hour hand could barely reach ten.

The dilapidated abandoned factory building, on the only roof where you can see the entire starry sky, the wind blows past, rolling up the gravel on the ground, making noisy noises.

"You are so good, Scotland, that you pretended to be thrown out by me, and took the opportunity to take my pistol."

The long-haired man in a knitted hat raised his hands over his shoulders with a relaxed smile on his face.

He said, "I'm not begging for your life. It's just, before you shoot, can you hear me for a moment?"

Opposite him, the man holding the revolver tightly gritted his teeth, his eyes were extremely determined, and he stared at every tiny movement of the long-haired man.

Hearing this sentence, the corner of his mouth curled into a smile that could not be said to be self-deprecating or sarcasm.

"I didn't grab the gun to kill you." His mature and handsome face was covered with fine cold sweat, but his voice remained calm.

"oh?"

As soon as the suspicious voice of the man in the knitted hat fell to the ground, Scotland flipped the pistol over and pointed the muzzle at his chest. He barely paused, and with a slight effort of his thumb, he was about to pull the trigger.

Just as the revolver's revolver started to spin, the man in the knitted hat rushed over and grabbed the revolver.

He emphasized coldly but firmly: "It's useless. Once I catch the wheel, there is no human power to pull the trigger. Give up suicide, Scotland."

Scotland narrowed his eyes, frantically figuring out feasible solutions in his mind. However, before he could figure out what to do, the man opposite had already said something that surprised him to the extreme.

The high-level organization code-named "Rye Whiskey" watched him very seriously.

Then say, "You don't deserve to die here. I'm Shuichi Akai, the FBI's undercover agent, and I'm just like you, a hound trying to get a grip on those guys."

Seeing Scotland's eyes widened, his voice gradually slowed down, like a kindergarten teacher taking care of children, he guided calmly and slowly: "Okay, if you understand, let go of the pistol and listen to me carefully. Do you want to let go?" It's easy to leave alone."

Scotland looked into Shuichi Akai's eyes and said with a wry smile: "You actually told me your identity and real name like this. I don't know whether to say you are naive or just. But I'm sorry, I can't give you the same information back, and I can't accept your kindness."

"Scotland..." Akai Shuichi was about to say something, but the sound from the stairs made the two of them alert at the same time.

Taking advantage of Akai Shuichi's turning back, Scotland pulled the trigger without hesitation.

"Bang—" The bullet penetrated the cell phone in front of his chest and sank into the man's chest, exploding a brilliant and strange blood flower in the night.

...

Akai Shuichi stood opposite him, with a slightly depressed expression on his face. He saw Scotland's cell phone in his breast pocket, and the hole pierced by bullets.

I see……

In order to prevent the organization from seeing the information of family members and companions on the mobile phone?

The movement on the stairs was getting closer.

Accompanied by a panting sound of "huh huh huh", a dark-skinned blond man appeared at the stairway, and his eyes were firmly attracted by the figure lying on the ground.

At this time, Akai Shuichi had returned to his previous indifferent and calm appearance. He said in a cold voice, "Traitors should be punished. Is that right, Bourbon?"

The blond man ignored him, but hurried to Scotland. He reached out tremblingly, wanting to confirm Scotland's breathing and heartbeat, but Akai Shuichi stopped him.

Akai Shuichi's long black hair fluttered in the wind, but his voice was unusually indifferent: "Don't touch him, Rum will arrange the work of confirming the death, and someone will handle it later. This is the order of that gentleman."

"Rye..." Bourbon withdrew his hand, but his eye circles were terribly red, and he almost gnashed his teeth to read out the man's code name.

In fact, he knew without further confirmation that Scotland was dead, and Zhu Fu Jingguang, who grew up with him, was dead.

"Haven't you heard?" Akai Shuichi swept over the corpse with cold eyes, "This guy is a lackey of the Japanese police. It's a pity that the mobile phone in his pocket has been pierced by bullets, and he couldn't figure out the real identity of this guy." Identity. It feels like killing a ghost, which is really annoying.”

After saying these words, Akai Shuichi put away his pistol and left the rooftop without looking back.

Before leaving, he did not forget to remind Bourbon, who was in extreme pain and anger: "Shouldn't you be notified about the execution of Scotland, Bourbon? Don't let Rum's people see it."

"...you don't need to remind me."

The face that was more familiar than his own since he was a child, has lost all blood at this moment. His pale eyelids were tightly closed, and he would never look at him with those clear eyes again.

Bourbon knew that he had to accept this fact, and with Scotland's share, he kept going.

...

When Curacao was ordered by the organization's second-in-command Rum to confirm Scotland's death and dispose of the body, there was no one on the rooftop.

Curacao squatted down and reached out to touch Scotland's side neck. It felt warm and cool to the touch, and it was obvious that he hadn't died for too long.

"Curaçao, have you found Scotland?" A processed electronic voice came from the earphone.

"Yes, it has been found." Curacao carefully observed the situation in Scotland. "It seems that he was shot in the heart and died, but the specific situation can only be found out through an autopsy."

"The bullet hit the chest?"

"Um."

The other person seemed to be relieved, and continued: "That's fine. The helicopter will arrive soon, and you will bring Scotland back yourself. His body can only pass through your hands alone, understand?"

"I see."

Taking advantage of the cover of night, a pure black armed helicopter hovered over the factory building. Curacao secured Scotland's body, stepped on the rope, and followed the helicopter out of the area.

In the shadow not far from the building, Bourbon's face was extremely gloomy.

He smashed his fist into the brick wall next to him: "Damn it! You don't even want to leave a corpse!!"

He tightly clutched the phone that had been pierced by bullets. This is the last thing Zhu Fu Jingguang left to this world, and it is also the only relic that Bourbon can bring to Zhu Fu Jingguang's family.

But, it was that guy who died! Zhu Fu Jingguang has always been far ahead since elementary school, and he even ranks among the best in all subjects when he arrives at the police academy. Such an excellent person...

Why is it so easy to expose the undercover identity?

Moreover, if he was not careful, shouldn't he also be exposed when he entered the organization undercover together?

Was someone in the organization deliberately investigating Scotland? Like... rye whiskey.

Damn it, he must not let go of the rye! Definitely kill that person with your own hands! !