As Angel's Wing launched its full-scale operation, various organizations received the news.
Yuu Hoshimiya, the ultimate boss behind the scenes, had finally surfaced.
Actually, he had released most of the information himself, as there was no longer any need to hide.
Moreover, having this identity out in the open would make his future plans much easier to execute.
The "Winery" (The Organization) was naturally no exception.
Gin, his makeshift mentor, even made a special phone call to ask Yuu Hoshimiya what was going on.
Seeing as this makeshift mentor Gin had actually treated him pretty well, Yuu simply laid his cards on the table and told him to take his little fanboy Vodka and fly far, far away.
As to whether Gin and Vodka would retire to live a peaceful, mundane life, or continue living on the edge of a blade, or even act as informants and continue standing with the Organization—that was none of his business.
If Gin really couldn't think straight and chose the last option, then it could only be said that he was fated to face his doom.
However, Gin was still very clear-headed. After realizing it was a lost cause, he had already disappeared with his little bro Vodka.
It was a pity Gin wasn't a woman; otherwise, Yuu really would have wanted him to work for him.
The Organization's "model worker" was no joke—not only was he highly capable, but he also talked little and bore the burden of his work without complaint.
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"Uncle Mouri, Conan, I'm taking off first."
After leeching off another Fate Event and gaining a bit of experience, Yuu ignored the eye rolls from the adult and the child and quickly slipped away.
He returned home, pushed the door open, and sure enough, Vermouth was already there.
She was wearing a bathrobe, having clearly just taken a shower, and was currently holding a glass of red wine, gently swirling it.
Seeing Yuu return, the corners of her lips curled up.
"Welcome home, Yuu-kun~"
"Sister Vermouth, you're so punctual."
Vermouth shot him a charming eyeroll and smirked, "Earth-shattering changes are about to happen. If I didn't move in on time, I was afraid I'd become collateral damage."
A week ago, after Yuu had settled things with the Miyano sisters and the Mary-Masumi mother-daughter duo, he also told Vermouth about everything.
Vermouth obviously knew more of the inside story; she was surprised, but not overly so.
Just like at the small villa, once the serious talk was over, Yuu got down to serious business.
Vermouth, who had practically been conquered long ago, offered almost no resistance to his aggressive advances.
With her half-hearted refusals that were actually invitations, Yuu successfully took the Thousand-Faced Witch's virginity.
Unfortunately, just like with Mary, unless he went out and completely destroyed the Organization, even if he fucked them until they were moaning and making ahegao faces, he couldn't complete the contract.
At times like this, Yuu missed the benefits of young girls again.
Compared to mature MILFs and older sisters, young girls didn't have as much baggage and were much easier to contract.
The snaggletoothed, beautiful JK Masumi Sera was fucked straight to heaven by Yuu that day. After climaxing until her mind went completely blank, her convulsing body was branded with an erotic, pink lewd crest.
However, Mary and Vermouth could be contracted soon enough. Today was the day he would make his move against Rum.
At the same time, it was also the day they had agreed upon for Vermouth to move in and meet all the other women honestly.
Pulling back his thoughts, under Yuu's gaze, the glamorous, silver-haired older sister walked over with her wine glass.
She kept walking until she was practically pressed against him, bringing her exquisite face close to Yuu's ear.
"There's still time before they come back. Want to do something fun first?"
Hearing Vermouth's words, Yuu took a deep breath, his heartbeat suddenly accelerating.
He widened his eyes at the highly aroused Vermouth.
Compared to Akako Koizumi, Vermouth's personality was much more like a true witch.
After getting together with Yuu, it was as if she wanted to release all the repression of so many years, coming up with an endless stream of new ways to play.
Even a veteran driver like Yuu sometimes couldn't keep up with her pace.
Among them, Yuu's favorite kink was having Vermouth disguise herself as different beauties and then engaging in roleplay.
In fact, he could just directly go and fuck the real people Vermouth was cosplaying, but this way of playing was still incredibly thrilling.
Moreover, when Vermouth was cosplaying, probably because she was wearing someone else's face, she was truly willing to do absolutely anything—no matter how perverted, erotic, or shameful the act was.
Seeing Yuu's excited expression, Vermouth laughed so hard her body shook, nearly spilling the wine in her hand.
Having laughed enough, she rolled her eyes at Yuu.
"You're such a pervert. You could clearly just go to the real person, but you insist on having me play the part. I don't know what goes on in your head."
"Hehe, aren't you enjoying it too?"
Yuu retorted, then swallowed hard. "Then... cosplay as Yukiko today!"
Vermouth: "???"
She stared at Yuu, unable to speak for a long time.
When she moved in today, Yukiko had actually helped her out. Right now, she was probably taking a nap upstairs.
And yet Yuu wanted her to cosplay as...
If they were discovered, they would both experience social death!
Hmm, knowing Yukiko's personality, it was also possible she might just barge right in and join them.
Either way, just thinking about it seemed incredibly stimulating!
Vermouth tightly squeezed her long, white, and tender thighs together, then set down her wine glass and walked toward the vanity room.
A short while later, a figure slowly walked back out.
Long, curly brown hair, a playful and cute expression, paired with a youthful and energetic outfit—she looked exactly like Yukiko herself!
Even though he knew beforehand that it was Vermouth's disguise... Yuu still couldn't help but be somewhat amazed.
As expected of Vermouth. She had truly reached the absolute pinnacle in the field of disguise.
Under Yuu's gaze, "Yukiko" wore a lively smile and gave him a slight bow.
"Good evening~ Yuu-chan, long time no see~"
The moment "Yukiko" opened her mouth, Yuu almost wanted to applaud and cheer.
Not only was the physical disguise flawless, but the voice was also uncannily identical.
Amazing. To be able to mimic someone else's voice to this extent without even using a voice changer.
Seeing Yuu remain silent, "Yukiko" revealed a somewhat hurt expression.
"Why isn't Little Yuu talking? Have you forgotten about me already... or is an old auntie like me no longer worthy of Little Yuu talking to her?"
As she spoke, she even put on an expression like she was about to cry.
Yuu took a deep breath.
Too similar. It was way too similar.
Just now, before Vermouth changed her disguise, she hadn't even asked how Yukiko addressed him, yet she could guess it directly. As expected of two extremely close besties.
And those few sentences just now really hit the spot.
Yuu was instantly pulled right into the roleplay scenario by Vermouth.
He swallowed hard, "How could that be... Yukiko-san is still very young."
"Ara, really?" Hearing Yuu's words, "Yukiko" showed a delighted expression.
She slowly walked over to Yuu and sat down right next to him on the sofa.
The distance between the two immediately became incredibly close.
Yuu's breathing grew somewhat heavy.
"Yukiko" slowly leaned her upper body toward him and chuckled softly, "Yuu-chan speaks so well. Big Sis Yukiko is very happy. Now I'm going to give you a little reward..."
As she spoke, "Yukiko's" hand reached downward.
Yuu couldn't help but hiss, sucking in a breath of cold air.
His heart was beating furiously.
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It wasn't until the sun dipped in the west that the "war" finally ceased.
Vermouth lay in the bathtub, her face filled with existential doubt.
She felt that if Yuu had kept going, her sanity would have completely bid farewell to her brain, turning her into nothing more than a warm weapon that only knew pure pleasure...
Ever since she started having sex with Yuu a week ago, she had marveled at how incredible he was—literally built like a bull.
Yet, every single time, Yuu refreshed her understanding, each session more ferocious than the last.
Or could it be that, in Yuu's eyes, the roles she played were more charming than she was herself?
Thinking of this, Vermouth cast a cold glare to her side.
Over there, Yuu was currently taking a shower.
Sensing Vermouth's gaze, Yuu shivered and turned his head to look.
Before Vermouth could even speak, he quickly blurted out, "Sister Vermouth, your cosplay was amazing! Even the real Yukiko couldn't compare to your performance..."
Vermouth stared at him for a moment, ultimately rolled her eyes, and slowly slid down until her entire body, save for her head, was submerged in the hot water.
Embraced by the hot water, she let out a long breath, feeling much more comfortable.
Only then did Yuu breathe a sigh of relief.
Glancing at the time and figuring Ran and the others would be back soon, Vermouth stepped out of the bathtub with her long legs.
Seeing Vermouth step out of the tub, Yuu walked over with a bath towel.
Vermouth didn't mind Yuu's gaze in the slightest, elegantly spreading her arms open.
Yuu gently and tenderly used the towel to dry her body from top to bottom.
When wiping certain sensitive areas, he would even have Vermouth move a little to cooperate.
After both had dried off, they each threw on a bathrobe and returned to the living room.
Vermouth sat on the sofa. Just as she was about to enjoy some quiet intimacy with Yuu, she suddenly received a phone call.
Seeing the name on her phone screen, her pupils shrank slightly.
She answered the call: "It's me, Vermouth."
"...Alright, I understand."
A moment later, she put the phone down and looked at Yuu.
"The Isolated Island Base has been destroyed. Rum is confirmed dead. The Boss wants us to go meet with them."
Hearing this, Yuu paused in slight surprise.
He hadn't even gone looking for her yet, but to think the other party actually took the initiative to propose a meeting.
But that was fine too; it played right into his hands.
Time rewinded to three hours ago.
While Yuu was having an intense battle with Vermouth at home, the Isolated Island Base where Rum was located was also greeted by Noah's dimensional-crushing strike.
The Isolated Island Base was a facility secretly constructed by the Organization on a small island south of Tokyo.
It was a project the Organization had started half a century ago, shortly after its founding.
However, no matter how ancient or how secretive, as long as it used a network, it couldn't escape the palm of Noah's hand.
Unfortunately, that old schemer Rum was too cautious. Although the Isolated Island Base had a self-destruct mechanism, the panic room he hid in did not.
Otherwise, having Noah directly trigger the self-destruct mechanism would have been a much faster and more covert way to eliminate this guy.
As things stood now, he could only take the troublesome route and manufacture a little accident.
On the isolated island, in a certain gloomy room, Rum sat quietly in a chair.
In front of him sat a laptop, constantly updating with various streams of intelligence.
The glow from the screen cast an eerie pallor over his face.
"Stinger..."
He took a deep breath, squeezing out a whisper through his teeth.
Looking at the screen displaying various intelligence reports regarding Ryazan, he felt a deep sense of anxiety.
It had been several decades since he inherited the position of Rum from his father.
When he first joined the Organization, he thought his greatest enemies were his own comrades.
Later, he secretly used underhanded methods to eliminate those comrades, securing his position as the Organization's second-in-command.
After that, he believed his greatest enemies were the investigations and encirclements by various world governments.
He proceeded step by step, overly cautious, molding himself into a half-real, half-fictional existence. Ordinary people didn't even know if he was male or female, let alone launch an encirclement operation against him.
Having dodged the governments of various countries, the moles within the Organization then became his primary concern.
Now, it was becoming increasingly clear to him that his biggest threat wasn't on the outside, but right in Tokyo.
It was precisely this Stinger!
Ever since Stinger arrived in Tokyo, he hadn't experienced a single good thing.
First it was Sherry, then Curacao, and now... even Gin was no longer following orders!
This Stinger was obviously coming straight for him!
This guy wanted to trample him down and become the Organization's new second-in-command!
Rum was beyond furious.
Under the circumstances of restricted intelligence and a one-sided perspective, even a wily old fox like Rum ultimately misjudged the situation.
Actually, it couldn't be said that he was entirely wrong.
Yuu Hoshimiya did indeed want to eliminate him and take his place.
But he wasn't just satisfied with that. He wanted to replace the Boss, use Angel's Wing to supplant the Winery, and completely inherit everything the Winery had built over the past century.
After receiving the intel, Rum had personally set up several traps, hoping to silently eliminate Stinger just as he had done to others in the past, but all attempts had returned no results.
As time went by, he had been forced into a corner. Now, he could only hole up in the secret base on the isolated island, terrified that he'd get his head blown off by a sniper the moment he stepped outside.
As for calling for backup...
Gin, their ace enforcer, had straight-up ghosted him and ignored his calls, let alone anyone else.
They were probably itching for Rum to die quickly so they could carve up his power and resources.
Unfortunately, what those people didn't know was that they wouldn't live long after Rum's death either.
Well, the female members could live.
The purity of Yuu's ranks absolutely could not be compromised.
If the Organization's top ace, Gin, was being purged from the ranks, the other male members certainly had no qualifications to stay.
Once Yuu took down the final boss Sharon and absorbed everything the Winery had, the male members would either be persuaded to retire or handed their death bento.
The more Rum thought about it, the angrier he got. His remaining eye was bloodshot, and veins bulged thickly across his bald head, making him look like a terrifying monster ready to devour someone.
Seeing Rum's expression, a man in a suit behind him spoke slowly: "Lord Rum."
Hearing this voice, Rum paused slightly, then let out a long exhale.
That was close. He had almost lost his rationality to anger again.
He glanced at the man in the suit.
"You did well, Syrah. In terms of handling people and affairs, you are much better than Curacao."
"Thank you for the praise, Lord Rum." The man in the suit bowed his head slightly.
Rum leaned back slightly, resting against the back of his large chair.
He sneered: "On the surface, Stinger indeed holds the advantage right now. But... as long as I stay calm and play it safe, he will be the one feeling the pressure."
At this point, he grinned, revealing a somewhat hideous smile.
"Therefore, Stinger is the one who should truly be getting anxious right now!"
"He will definitely try everything he can to force me out and kill me, so that he can eliminate future troubles forever!"
"And I, as long as I bide my time and stay hidden, no matter what heavenly abilities he possesses, he won't be able to touch me!"
Syrah nodded slightly and said respectfully, "Lord Rum is wise."
What they didn't know was that Yuu had already pinpointed their location long ago. He just wanted to ensure they were wiped out and intended to make the incident as over-the-top as possible, which had delayed things for a few days.
Rum sat in his room, looking at his laptop with an enigmatic smile.
Just as he was feeling proud of his ability to stay calm and formulate a perfect counter-strategy, Syrah behind him shouted in panic: "Lord Rum... a hypersonic object is approaching the Isolated Island Base!"
Rum's eyes widened. "What? From which direction?"
Syrah's lips trembled as he looked up at the ceiling.
"D-directly above us!!"
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The American Space Agency, abbreviated as NAS...
Ahem, abbreviated as NAZU.
In the NAZU command center, numerous engineers and scientists all raised their heads to look at the giant central screen.
On the screen, the rocket carrying the "Black Wolf" probe was about to complete its orbital flight mission.
Once the rocket reached the Earth's tangent, it would use the inertia gained from orbiting to accelerate, break free from Earth's gravity, and fly toward the moon.
Up until this point, all steps had proceeded flawlessly.
The "Black Wolf" project could be considered half a success!
Just as many people were breathing a sigh of relief, alarm sirens suddenly blared!
"What's going on?!"
The Chief Commander on site stood up in shock.
After a flurry of frantic activity, an engineer sweating profusely reported: "R-report! The 'Black Wolf's' main program has been tampered with!"
"What?!"
Almost everyone tore their eyes away from the big screen, focusing intently on operating their own computers.
A short while later, an analytical report was compiled.
The "Black Wolf's" main program had been rewritten before the rocket was even launched.
The current "Black Wolf" would not fly toward the moon as originally planned; instead, it would turn around and hurtle toward the ground!
Because the rocket carried a lunar probe and an ore containment box, its weight was immense.
Just falling on its own, the speed would already be unimaginable.
Coupled with... the thrust of the remaining fuel...
Many people had already started breaking into a cold sweat.
The Chief Commander took several deep breaths and hastily barked, "Quickly! Before the rocket comes down, overwrite the commands!"
Once the rocket re-entered Earth's atmosphere and created a blackout zone, it wouldn't receive any signals.
At that point, no matter how much the command center tried to rewrite the code, it would be useless!
An engineer spoke up, his voice trembling, "We can't... it can't be done!"
He stood up and looked across the room at the Chief Commander.
"This tampered code... it's beyond my comprehension. This simply isn't something a human could have written!"
As soon as these words were spoken, the entire room erupted in an uproar.
The Chief Commander was almost so angry he laughed. "Are you trying to tell me that aliens hijacked the rocket?!"
The engineer opened his mouth but couldn't say anything.
To him, this program truly looked like some civilization with technology far surpassing Earth's was playing a terrifying joke on them...
At first, the other engineers thought he was crazy.
But... soon enough, more and more people arrived at the exact same conclusion.
Under everyone's horrified gazes, the rocket began to adjust its course, aiming at the ground.
The Chief Commander's eyes nearly bulged out of his head. "Where is it aiming?!"
An engineer replied without hesitation, "It's Japan! The sea area south of Tokyo!"
"The sea?"
The Chief Commander revealed an expression of shock.
He had already concluded that this was a long-premeditated terrorist act.
By all logic, the rocket should have targeted a major city of some superpower.
Instead, it was aiming for the sea?
He couldn't help but say, "Confirm it again!"
A moment later, all the engineers reached a consensus.
This rocket was indeed hurtling toward the ocean's surface!
In that specific sea area, there were only a few uninhabited islands.
Even if the rocket really crashed down there, it probably wouldn't have much of an impact on Tokyo...
After a few seconds of silence, the Chief Commander ordered, "Contact the government immediately! Tell them to notify Japan!"
Not long after, the Japanese authorities received the notification.
Following an analysis, a panel of experts reached a conclusion.
If the satellite crashed directly into the sea, there would basically be no impact.
But... if they blew it up prematurely, the debris would very likely affect the surrounding areas, even reaching Tokyo!
Following a debate, the Cabinet finally decided not to take any action for the time being.
They would stand by and prepare; if the probe crashed into the sea as projected, they would just let it be.
If the probe changed direction mid-flight, they would deploy weapons and shoot it down, even at the risk of causing damage to Tokyo!
Just like that, under everyone's watchful eyes, the rocket aimed at the isolated island and began accelerating.
At first, it merely sliced diagonally into the atmosphere.
Very quickly, the rocket completely adjusted its angle, diving straight toward the Isolated Island Base!
Inside the NAZU command center, many engineers wore expressions of sheer awe.
A somewhat young engineer couldn't help but mutter, "If we could decrypt and use this code... it probably wouldn't be long before we could invent rockets capable of automated return flights..."
Hearing this, many surrounding engineers showed expressions of agreement.
And all of this, naturally, was Noah's handiwork.
It was precisely to execute this flawless plan that Yuu had spared Rum's life until today.
Through Noah's various calculations and predictions, only this "Black Wolf" mission fit the requirements in the near term.
Not only would it guarantee Rum's utter demise, but it would also absolutely not trigger natural disasters like tsunamis or earthquakes that could affect ordinary people.
As for why Yuu didn't personally go and carry out a decapitation strike...
He was lazy.
Furthermore, it was a convenient way to test whether Noah possessed absolute dominance, as well as to observe the national-level response to such an event.
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The Isolated Island Base.
Hearing Syrah's report, Rum shot to his feet.
A hypersonic object?
A missile?!
It was definitely Stinger's doing! To think he could actually get his hands on a missile!
Rum reacted instantly. With no time to wonder how his hiding place was exposed, he threw open the door, planning to relocate.
Syrah hurriedly followed. "Lord Rum, what should we do?"
Without turning his head, Rum barked, "Mobilize all weapons! Intercept it!"
Hearing this, Syrah paused slightly.
Then, seeming to understand something, he gave Rum a slight bow and retreated back into the room.
Rum walked rapidly down the base's corridor.
He knew very well that if it was just a conventional missile, intercepting it wouldn't be difficult given the Isolated Island Base's armaments.
But... if it was a hypersonic missile, there was no way the base could stop it.
He had to hide!
The Isolated Island Base possessed an extremely secure panic room. Apart from him, no one else knew about it.
The entrance to the panic room was located right inside his bedroom.
Through a plumbing access door in the bathroom, one could enter a special corridor.
As long as he got inside that panic room, even a nuclear bomb couldn't hurt him!
As long as he didn't die, there would be a chance to turn the tables!
He quickly arrived at his bedroom door, reached out his hand, and pressed it against the fingerprint scanner.
The lock clicked open.
Seeing this, Rum smiled faintly and stepped inside, the bedroom door automatically sealing shut behind him.
Moving as fast as he could, he stuffed a few essential items into his pockets, then hurried into the bathroom.
The special access door was situated right underneath the sink.
The mirror above the sink functioned as the fingerprint scanner to open the access door.
"Stinger... in the end, you're still one step behind."
Rum grinned widely and pressed his hand against the mirror.
Then, he saw a word materialize on the glass.
Error
Rum's expression froze.
A terrifying possibility suddenly surfaced in his mind.
Could it be... the fingerprint scanner's program was...
Just as that thought crossed his mind, he saw a wickedly mocking smiley face appear in the mirror.
The very next second, a massive impact descended upon the isolated island.
BOOM!!!!!!!!