Chapter 594: Curacao's Choice

"Hey, hey! What's wrong with you? Calm down!"

Kazami Yuuya shouted loudly at Curacao.

A violent headache struck; Curacao struggled frantically, her pained screams echoing inside the gondola.

"Hey, are you alright? Pull yourself together, I'll call an ambulance right away."

Kazami Yuuya took his phone out of his pocket and began dialing a number.

"There's no need for that!"

A black shadow flashed; Kazami Yuuya's head was kicked hard, slamming him against the gondola's glass.

"So she really did recover!"

Observing the situation inside the gondola through binoculars, Vermouth said with a smile.

She picked up her phone and dialed a number.

Curacao sat on the ground, somewhat dazed, looking at the unconscious Kazami Yuuya, various thoughts spinning in her mind.

There were images of the many years spent in the Black Organization, and also images of being with Akaso Kaze today.

The two types of images constantly intersected, and her heart was in turmoil.

Beside her, the phone Kazami Yuuya had dropped suddenly rang.

Curacao's eyes moved; she looked at the number on it—it was very familiar.

She hesitated for a moment before picking up the phone to answer the call.

"Long time no see, Vermouth."

Hearing Curacao's voice, Vermouth revealed a smile: "You really did recover."

"Don't worry, Gin will come to pick you up soon."

"Gin..." Curacao muttered to herself, stunned.

"That's right. By the way, when did your memory recover? I heard you used a phone to contact Rum."

I used a phone to contact Rum?

I don't remember contacting him.

The phone used for contact seemed to have been broken during the accident.

And then that phone...

In Curacao's mind, an image surfaced of her phone being held by Akaso Kaze.

He had even gently helped her wipe the dust off her face at that time.

"If it wasn't you who sent the message..." Vermouth's expression began to turn cold.

"Ah, of course I sent that message; is there a problem?"

Curacao suddenly replied.

"Is that so?" Vermouth furrowed her brows.

In that case, Kir and Bourbon are not undercover agents; they just ran away because they didn't want to be wrongly killed.

But no matter how she thought about it, something felt wrong.

Vermouth shook her head; she didn't want to get too involved in this matter.

"The pumpkin carriage is waiting for you."

Looking at the countdown displayed on her laptop, Vermouth placed her phone back on the table.

She pressed the button on the communicator hanging on her ear and began the countdown in a low voice.

"Five seconds left... three, two, one, zero!"

When the countdown reached "0", the power outage program began to operate.

The lighting inside the amusement park dimmed one after another; by the time it reached the hotel where Vermouth was, it became pitch black.

Amidst the chaos of the tourists, Vermouth smiled and looked out the window.

The Ferris wheel spotlights and LED screens also dimmed, the gondola's lighting equipment went out, and all external facilities were surrounded by darkness.

"Gin, you can begin your plan."

Vermouth appeared on the helicopter's headset.

"Good." Gin sneered and issued the order, "Vodka! Deploy the crane arm."

Vodka, sitting in the back of the military helicopter, quickly pressed the keys on the laptop in his hand, his left hand sliding and clicking on the touchpad.

From the hatch at the bottom of the aircraft, a crane arm extended, and the propellers on both wings of the helicopter also began to rotate...

"Damn it, they've started their move!" ===== CHAPTER 596 =====