I Had No Choice Before

Many years later, on sleepless midnights in a narrow prison bed, Gin would always recall the "prophecies" Vodka had whispered in his ear long, long ago.

Vodka had said that Bourbon, Kir, Irish, and Curaçao were all undercover agents.

Gin hadn't believed him—

Now he did.

Vodka had said that Lin Xinyi would become a traitor sooner or later, and that Vermouth might very well join him.

Gin hadn't believed him—

He still didn't.

There were already more than enough undercover agents popping up within the organization.

If even Vermouth was an undercover agent, how had the organization managed to survive until now?

And at this very moment, aside from Lin Xinyi and Vermouth, they had no one else they could trust.

The four undercover agents had them surrounded.

Four handguns were trained firmly on them.

Other than placing their hopes on Lin Xinyi and Vermouth, Gin and Rum could think of no other way to turn the tables.

So, after hearing a car pull up outside, they both called the names of their last hopes in their hearts:

"Chartreuse, Vermouth."

"It all depends on you now."

Gin and Rum were still fantasizing about allied reinforcements descending from the heavens to lead them to a victorious retreat.

But the moment they calmed down even slightly, the two clever killers quickly realized:

If they had noticed a car approaching—

How could the four undercover agents have failed to notice?

Sure enough—

Furuya Rei alertly glanced out the window, then cautiously mentioned to Curaçao:

"Someone seems to be coming."

"Is it Vermouth and Chartreuse, or...?"

"Don't worry, Officer Furuya."

Curaçao lowered her head and glanced at her phone.

"This is all part of Mr. Noah's plan."

"Let them come."

As she spoke, her expression became even calmer.

It was as though she