TL: Please skip if you dont like this kind of chapter, its kinda disturbing, but this is the first but not the last, cuz Rin need Film to gacha, and the quick method is by doing this kind of things to Gin. while in later this kind of act will be Gonem but still... Lets just say, do not Read while eating, i repeat, DO NOT READ WHILE EATING!! you can skip this chapter if you feel disturbed.
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At a Black Organization stronghold, in the public bathhouse, steam filled the air.
Gin leaned back against the edge of the pool, eyes closed, his well-defined eight-pack abs slightly reddened by the hot water.
Vodka had a towel draped over his head, humming an off-key tune, planning to get some of his favorite shrimp at the cafeteria later.
"Chianti and Korn should have succeeded by now…"
A mocking smile appeared on Gin's lips. He thought to himself, the Cunning Hares was still too young, no match for someone as experienced as him.
Vodka echoed his sentiment.
Gin was pondering how to get Bourbon from the intelligence division to gather information on the ZZZ Organization later.
Gurgle… A dull rumbling from his abdomen was unusually clear.
Gin's brows furrowed sharply, his body instantly tensing.
An indescribable, wrenching pain swept through him without warning, heading straight for his back door.
A tiny, almost imperceptible yellow stream of water sprayed out from under his backside.
Gin instantly recalled the bottle of mineral water Nicole had unscrewed when administering the medicine.
The capsule wasn't the problem… the problem was in the water!
" Cunning Hares! " Gin squeezed the name through gritted teeth, his face ashen.
Vodka sniffed, wondering, "Why does this water smell a bit foul? Big Brother, did you smell it too?"
"They probably forgot to change the water," Gin replied casually.
Before anyone noticed his predicament, he had to get to the toilet immediately.
He could feel that the worst was yet to come.
But the severe abdominal cramps made him afraid to stand up forcefully.
He could only move his body up very slowly and carefully, bracing himself against the bathhouse wall. Each step was like walking on a tightrope, fearing that one wrong move would… "Big Brother? Let's soak a bit longer, the water's still warm."
Vodka, not understanding, saw Gin getting up, with most of his body out of the pool. He instinctively reached out to grab his arm, wanting his Big Brother to enjoy a bit longer.
"Idiot! Don't touch me!"
Gin couldn't take any more stimulation at this point. Anxious and furious, he yelled.
But as he opened his mouth, all the air he was holding in escaped.
Splash, splash, splash, like a floodgate opening.
Gin's lower-mid back suddenly lost control, and pumpkin-colored liquid poured out.
Vodka, mouth agape, couldn't dodge in time and got a face full of it.
Time seemed to freeze at this moment.
The younger members, who had been whispering in the bathhouse, fell silent in unison, all looking utterly shocked.
Vodka's mouth was still open, maintaining his previous posture, but the expression on his face looked like he was about to cry.
"Ptooey, ptooey, ptooey—"
Vodka spat out a shrimp, no longer able to control himself, tears and snot streaming down his face.
"Big Brother, I wanted to eat shrimp, but I didn't want to eat it like this…"
Gin's face was dark. His gaze swept over the other non-code members in the bathhouse.
He decided in his heart that he would eliminate each and every one of them later.
But that was for later.
Right now, his stomach still hurt.
Pffft, pffft, pffft… Gin lay against the edge of the bathhouse, giving up.
Yellowish-brown excrement gushed out like a broken dam, splattering into the clear hot water of the pool.
Vodka also started to feel it then.
Following closely in his Big Brother's footsteps, he unleashed a torrent in the bathhouse.
The once clear bathhouse water visibly turned into pumpkin soup and began to emit a foul odor.
"Ah!"
"Boss Gin and Boss Vodka have diarrhea!!!"
"Run!!!"
Several clueless younger members in the bathhouse screamed.
Witnessing the process of pumpkin soup being brewed in the bathhouse, they were scared out of their wits.
Like fish in a boiling pot, they leaped out of the yellow liquid, scrambling to escape.
"Stop! I dare anyone to leave!"
Gin lay on the edge of the pool, mortified and furious, his face turning from dark to red.
If anyone got out, his lifelong reputation would be completely ruined.
He, who had been exhausted and weak, suddenly found strength. He grabbed the pistol he had placed by the bathhouse edge and fired.
The fastest few younger members instantly fell to the ground, achieving a baby-like sleep.
The bathhouse's pot of pumpkin soup looked as if another bucket of spicy hotpot had been poured in, tinged with specks of red.
The remaining younger members dared not run anymore, stopping in the bathhouse.
Some of the smarter ones had already realized their future fate and began to wail.
For a moment, the Black Organization's public bathhouse, originally meant for relaxation, became a veritable tableau of hell.
Just then, the bathhouse door was violently pushed open.
Korn, who had just returned to the stronghold, still wearing an ill-fitting but barely covering floral dress he'd acquired from who knows where, rushed in anxiously.
As soon as he returned to the stronghold, he heard gunshots and thought they were under enemy attack. He snatched a pistol from an outer member and charged in.
"Gin, what happened… Uh?"
Korn's words caught in his throat.
The scene in the bathhouse completely petrified him, his brain ceasing to function.
Gin, still spraying while lying on the edge of the bathhouse; Vodka, covered in filth and also spraying, the trembling, wailing outer members… and the soul-shattering stench.
Korn began to wonder if he hadn't woken up yet, or if he had eaten poisonous mushrooms.
"Get… out! Don't look!" Gin squeezed a roar through his teeth, throwing the pistol in his hand towards Korn.
Although Korn was hit on the head by the pistol, he showed no reaction, still standing there dumbfounded.
His CPU-overloaded brain prevented his body from making an effective response.
Just then, with a splash.
Vodka exerted himself, whether intentionally or not, a yellow stream shot straight for Korn's face!
Korn was scared out of his wits. Before his brain could react, his body, with the fastest reaction speed of his life, slammed the bathhouse door shut with a "bang," helping him avoid the perilous attack.
"Hoo, hoo, hoo… That was extreme…"
Korn leaned against the door, panting heavily, large beads of sweat continuously rolling down his pale face.
"Korn, what's wrong? You look so pale. Gin and the others are in the bathhouse, right? I heard your operation didn't go smoothly this time, and you encountered a mysterious organization…"
A questioning male voice sounded.
Korn stiffly turned his head, only to see Bourbon, wrapped in a bath towel, holding the organization-issued mobile phone, walking leisurely towards him.
His yellow hair was conspicuous in the hallway light, and he wore a gentle smile, as if asking casually.
Bourbon, real name Furuya Rei, was an undercover agent from the Japan National Police Agency infiltrated into the Black Organization.
To carry out his undercover mission, he had adopted the alias Amuro Tooru and had been embedded in the Black Organization for some time, with the organization code name Bourbon.
After receiving news that Gin had suffered a setback at the hands of a mysterious organization called "ZZZ," he immediately rushed over to gather information.
To avoid making his intentions too obvious, he first reported this news to the organization's second-in-command, Rum, who was in charge of intelligence.
Rum, who was not on good terms with Gin, was indeed very interested in this and ordered Bourbon to investigate.
With this backing, Bourbon believed that even if others were suspicious, he could attribute it to Rum, preventing his own exposure.
"Bourbon, are you here to take a bath?" Korn's voice trembled slightly, and he hesitated. "Gin and Vodka are in the bathhouse… Um… it's just that… I advise you not to go in."
Bourbon raised an eyebrow, looking at Korn's cross-dressing, then at the closed bathhouse, and gasped.
Was the Black Organization really this wild in places he didn't know about?
He vaguely heard crying from inside the bathhouse and smelled the odor of human waste.
Bourbon became even more convinced of his thoughts, imagining an unspeakable scene of Gin and Vodka inside the bathhouse.