The Justice I Never Expected Has Increased 21

Chapter 21

With the meeting with the Port Mafia approaching, Asuka Kazuya began to focus on improving his sniping skills.

This meant that Scotch had to carry a vengeful spirit with him on every mission. Asuka Kazuya would squat beside him, not freeloading, but whacking anyone who tried to ambush them with a baton.

Scotch didn’t understand his intentions.

“Calvados,” he asked, “what does practicing sniping have to do with the Port Mafia?”

“Nothing,” Asuka Kazuya retracted his baton, kicking the corpse on the ground after hearing this. “It’s just that Dazai mocked me before for only being able to hit 500 yards. Since I finally have a chance to mock him back in front of his colleagues, I have to seize it.”

So you’re just thinking about how to show off?

Scotch was silent, thinking that if Bourbon hadn’t told him Calvados’s true identity, he probably wouldn’t have thought of him as an undercover agent.

What kind of undercover agent was so blatant, completely embarrassing the organization?

“Then why don’t you ask Gin?” Maintaining his killer persona, Scotch asked as calmly as possible. “Gin’s sniping skills are better than mine, and aren’t you closer to him?”

Speaking of this, Asuka Kazuya became angry. Ever since Gin learned about Rum’s method of currying favor with the Boss, the two of them had been busy stepping on each other overtly and covertly. Especially Gin, he liked to use profound metaphors when mocking Rum, which Asuka Kazuya couldn’t understand after listening for a while. He finally fell asleep only to be dragged out by Gin, the reason being that he was breathing.

“Big Brother only watches coldly from the side when teaching, then bullies me with his eyes, his expression as if saying I’m trash. Although my sniping is indeed not as good as his, I don’t think I’m that useless.”

Scotch: “…”

He couldn’t imagine Gin teaching anyone. Scotch reflected on the hypothesis he had just proposed, then suggested another name: “Chianti?”

“She was sent abroad after a fight with Big Brother.”

“…Rye?”

“Being chased for debts by Bourbon. Bourbon said he’ll come after me too if I look for him.”

Scotch fell silent again.

He recalled his childhood friend’s words from yesterday, “Calvados’s values are like a weather vane, letting him mix with others in the organization will only make things worse,” and wondered what had happened between the two of them.

Did Zero even realize that this “older brother” was only an older brother in name, and that Calvados was actually managed by another department?

“Why do you keep mentioning other people?”

Asuka Kazuya suddenly realized something was wrong.

“Whoa, Scotch, are you trying to ditch me?”

…Aren’t you a bit too slow?

Scotch couldn’t help but complain inwardly, but maintained his cold and composed demeanor. He met Calvados’s accusing gaze, deciding to start with the basics.

“I don’t have such thoughts,” Scotch replied. “Calvados, if you really want to learn, change your clothes first.”

Asuka Kazuya looked down: “What’s wrong with my clothes?”

…Really? You really can’t see anything wrong?

Scotch looked at his red plaid shirt and bright yellow backpack, feeling like he was on a field trip.

Wait. Scotch suddenly understood.

Bourbon hadn’t told Calvados his identity, which meant that in Calvados’s eyes, he was just an ordinary criminal in the organization. Combined with Vodka and the others’ tearful history, Scotch finally came to a conclusion.

What a cunning scheme.

So Calvados deliberately dressed so conspicuously to attract attention and force him to abort the mission?

“It’s nothing.” Scotch, figuring it out, paused, deciding to play along. “It’s just that your backpack doesn’t need to be so full. It takes a lot of time to disassemble and reassemble weapons.”

Asuka Kazuya didn’t follow Scotch’s train of thought again.

He thought for a moment, realizing that Scotch probably thought his bag was full of disassembled sniper rifle parts.

“Apples,” he said.

Scotch: “…What?”

“Apples, lemon cake, beef jerky…”

Watching Asuka Kazuya dump the contents of his bag, Scotch, who thought he was mentally prepared, fell silent again.

“Don’t worry, the bag is disposable too, we can burn it on the way back.”

Even though he was mentally prepared, Scotch’s blood pressure still rose. He looked at the pigeons flying overhead, not caring if the target would notice them, suddenly feeling that Gin might be even scarier than he appeared.

What endurance. After being tempered by Calvados, Gin would probably be able to calmly handle any interrogation methods.

Zero too, he was still able to find time for missions while being targeted by Calvados. As his partner, he couldn’t hold Zero back.

“That’s not what I’m worried about.”

After adjusting his mentality, Scotch withdrew his gaze, barely maintaining his persona, calmly stating to Asuka Kazuya,

“Although I know it’s unnecessary to ask, Calvados, who told you to bring food on a mission?”

Asuka Kazuya immediately put on a “how do you not even know this” expression.

“From a book, of course.” Asuka Kazuya said seriously, taking out another book from his bag. “It says that snipers sometimes have to wait for a day for their target, what if we faint from hunger?”

“And self-heating hot pot, do you want some?”

What kind of book teaches you to eat hot pot while sniping?

Scotch suddenly felt at peace, like seeing an oasis before death. He cleared his mind, not wasting any more time on this issue.

Scotch simply raised his hand and confiscated his Doraemon-like magical backpack despite Asuka Kazuya’s protests.

The story of Asuka Kazuya tormenting Scotch quickly spread throughout the organization. Whether intentionally or not, almost all the snipers at the base submitted mission applications overnight, expressing their high regard for Scotch’s sniping skills and praising his teaching spirit.

Vodka: “…Actually, they’re just afraid that Scotch will be driven to surrender by Kazuya.”

Vodka: “And I saw you, Tequila. Even crawling won’t help, I haven’t settled the score with you for snitching on Kazuya last time.”

Tequila: “…”

This was the organization’s darkest hour. Once Calvados was free, his madness would act up, and the entire organization wouldn’t have peace.

“Didn’t Gin say he found the rat in the organization?” Tequila got up from the ground, casually changing the subject under Vodka’s gaze. “Calvados has been free for so long, why not let him eliminate the rat?”

Vodka: “What are you saying? As a member of the organization, why resort to killing at every turn?”

Tequila: Oh, that seemed… reasonable! Should he listen to himself?!

Tequila, realizing the blind spot, warily took two steps back, his gaze at Vodka complicated, as if Vodka had been driven mad by Calvados during his business trip.

“Big Brother wants to squeeze the last bit of value out of that woman before taking action.” Understanding Tequila’s meaning, Vodka replied resentfully. “Big Brother even said he would send me back to the training camp for assessment, I think you’re worse than me.”

Tequila was silent, truly speechless.

“But I’m also curious why Kazuya suddenly wants to study seriously.” Ignoring his existential crisis-ridden colleague, Vodka suddenly said, “If he wants to hit someone, he can just use his ability. I saw him fire a shot into the sky last time, and a few seconds later, the bullet hit the enemy on the head.”

Tequila: “…Why else? To torment Scotch.”

“We should cherish Scotch, if Scotch surrenders, Calvados will torment you and me next.”

Scotch, cleaning his gun nearby, tried to ignore the two people, his mood complicated, not expecting that the organization’s trust in him was based on this.

“It’s you. After Kazuya found out I reported him to Big Brother, he hasn’t let me go.”

Vodka interrupted Tequila, turning to look at Scotch in the corner.

“Did he really say it was just to mock Dazai Osamu?”

Scotch: “…He only said that, but he also mentioned something about not being able to use some abilities.”

Yes, yes, yes. Tequila remained expressionless, not mentioning how he had spent a fortune purchasing a batch of jammers to get back at Calvados.

Tequila said firmly: “He’s still too free, shouldn’t we call him over at this time to learn the etiquette for tomorrow’s meeting?”

Vodka thought it made sense.

He tried calling Asuka Kazuya, but the call was hung up before it even connected. Vodka persisted, finally getting through after three tries.

“What is it, Vodka? I’m busy… A mission? What mission? Oh, then I’ll be there in two hours… What do you mean why not now? I’m about to take a car to Yokohama, wouldn’t a round trip take at least two hours?”

Vodka caught the keyword: “What are you going to Yokohama for?”

Asuka Kazuya said matter-of-factly: “Dazai actually came all the way from Yokohama last night to shock me twice just because no one would play with him. I was just spreading the word about his mental instability, and he dared to disturb my dream of eating a feast. I’m going to get revenge on him.”

“Besides, the Port Mafia definitely thinks we’re coming tomorrow. So if I get revenge on Dazai today, wouldn’t they suspect someone else?”

Wait, how come there’s so much information in these few sentences?

And what have you two been doing these past few days? Tomorrow is the deal, can you two act like proper people?

Vodka didn’t say these things out loud, sticking to his previous thought: “Then you don’t have to go all the way there to hit him on the head.”

“Who said I’m going to hit him on the head? Wouldn’t he die if I hit him on the head?”

Asuka Kazuya’s firm tone made Vodka feel relieved.

The child had grown up.

He knew the consequences of beating someone to death.

However, the next second—

“I’m going to shoot him in the ass with paintballs, make him unable to get out of bed for three days, and lose face in front of his subordinates.”

“That way, he won’t be able to shock me and then mock me for not having friends. As if, he’s not much better than me.”

…Then you might as well just kill him!

Vodka had a heart attack, struggling to breathe.

He hesitated for a moment, closing his eyes, and finally, for the sake of the organization’s reputation, said before Asuka Kazuya hung up, “I’m going to report this to Big Brother.”

Silence, silence was tonight’s Cambridge.

The entire base was so quiet that only the ticking of watches could be heard. Tequila’s eyes widened, holding his breath in fear, his heart almost stopping.

He couldn’t understand.

How could someone be like Vodka?