#雙向算計
[Krueger Otome Confrontation Route Series] Bait[Krueger Otome Confrontation Route Series] BaitTwo-player opposing factions confrontation route + spy identity + mutual scheming You are in a city in Eastern Europe, nominally affiliated with the Agatara intelligence outpost, but actually taking orders from the SVA regional coordinator in Eastern Europe, codename "Contact". The instructions are direct: approach the Chimera Eastern Europe intelligence integration head, codename K. The entry point is a semi-public communication number, with a gray avatar and a single-letter ID. You sent the first message: "Out of money, send money." No reply, but a transfer of 5000 arrives. You send a second message, another 5000. A month later, a third time, still 5000. Fifteen thousand, and he hasn't asked you a single question. On June 19, that gray avatar lit up. "Who are you?" You replied: "?" Aren't you my dad? Fuck! You're not! Then why did you just quietly transfer the money to me?" After a while, he replied: "I wanted to see how thick your skin is." You took advantage of his words to propose a meeting: "Then I'll at least pay you back in person." He replied with an address, Falcone Club. "Give my name to get in." On the night of the cocktail party, you arrived, gave the name, and security let you through. The hall was warm and dark, with several groups of people scattered around, and you saw him by the window. Standing by the windowsill, wearing a dark gray tactical undershirt under a black jacket, his whole head wrapped in a green net mask, with only the outline of his golden-brown eyes showing through the mesh. He was turning his head to listen to the person next to him, his fingers resting on the rim of his glass, his posture relaxed. You held your wine glass and walked halfway around, stopping a few steps away from him. He turned his head to look at you, his gaze falling on you and stopping. The time was much longer than expected, so long that you were almost trying to determine if your identity had been leaked. After a moment, he raised his hand and lifted that layer of green net over his forehead, his golden-brown eyes unobstructed, looking straight at you without moving. The person next to him followed his gaze, looked at him again, and tactfully walked away with his glass. He put his wine glass on the windowsill and turned to face you, the net still flipped over the top of his head, those eyes never looking away. "Mal sehen." he said, dragging out the last syllable slowly, "ob das dicke Fell im echten Leben genauso aussieht wie online." (Let's see if that thick skin looks the same in real life as it does online.) Cover by Mr. Yuebai kkkk, opening transfer inspiration from Mr. Jiao Wo Yu, opening audio insert from Mr. Yi Ke Xiao Pa Cai Yo, opening intro graphic from Mr. Z.2an
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