Tokyo, rice flower town.

"Beep...beep..."

The call was cut off suddenly, and the car fell into silence.

Gin put the phone back into his pocket without saying a word, and Vodka next to him thought it was Apero who had given some terrible news, and asked in an inquiring tone: "Brother, is Scotland really..."

"uncertain."

The gin interrupted the vodka, and he looked up at the villa next to him. The lights on the second floor went out at some point, but with his eyesight, he could still see a figure standing vaguely by the window.

It was a matter of course that he would be found, such a conspicuous car was here carelessly, if Bourbon didn't notice, Gin would question him.

He closed the car window and ordered coldly, "Drive."

The black Porsche quickly went back on the road, left the rich and expensive villa area, crossed several roads, and drove west along the bridge towards Nishitama City.

After that gentleman moved the headquarters of the Karasuma Group there, Gin took the initiative to buy a real estate near the skyscrapers of the twin towers. As soon as he opened the curtain, he could see Block B of the twin towers. Now he is going back there to rest The frequency is increasing.

The lights in the car were not turned on, only the street lights on both sides flickered in from the windshield and the windows on both sides. It was very quiet in the car, and no one spoke.

Vodka quietly looked at Gin's face through the rearview mirror under the cover of sunglasses.

When it comes to important tasks, Vodka often does this to evaluate his elder brother's mood. He knows that with Gin's strength, he must have discovered it long ago, but he rarely scolds him for this, which is considered a tolerance for his younger brother.

The brim of the hat was pulled down very low, and the bangs almost covered his eyes. He couldn't see Gin's eyes clearly at all, but he could only see the corners of his mouth slightly downturned with a cigarette in his mouth.

Vodka carefully looked away.

Brother...are you thinking about something important right now?

…

Gin was indeed thinking about important things.

The current leader treats undercover agents quite cruelly, and Rum and his style are more or less influenced by him;

Now that gentleman's attitude is a bit subtle. He was more lenient towards undercover agents in the twilight period, and he never said that he would kill all undercover agents at other times. Sometimes Gin even thinks that in his eyes, being an undercover agent is more important than what color collar to wear on Moni's neck...

But even so, he did not modify the rules left by the previous leader on the execution of undercover agents.

One of those rules is: Once the undercover agents are discovered, in addition to hunting down and killing them, members who had a good relationship with them before must also be interrogated.

This rule is not **** or vicious, it is one of the few normal rules of the tyrant.

After breaking into the organization, some undercover agents not only wanted to obtain information and send it back, but also wanted to instigate other members in an attempt to persuade them to return to the sun. This kind of precedent is not unheard of.

Some people will be persuaded, some will find out that they are undercover agents to report, and some... will act as if nothing happened.

…

Gin stood at the entrance of the training ground, and stopped a member who was walking out with banknotes.

The member was not injured, but the gin with a keen sense of smell smelled a very faint smell of blood, which was stained from the outside.

"Where is Angostura?"

The member's eyes widened, and he recognized the identity of the man in front of him: "Mr. Angustra is...in the interrogation room..."

Gin feels a little subtle about this appellation.

He remembered that Rum complained that Angostella was too young, and sometimes his temper was unbelievably good, so some members at the bottom looked down on him, thought he would be easy to bully, and was defended by the mouse that was caught... As a result, now Just changed the honorific name?

He looked at the money in his hand: "where are you going?"

"Mr. Angustra gave it to me. He asked me to run errands and go to a pastry shop in District 4 to buy king cakes and shell cakes. Among them, two shell cakes are required." The member said quickly, "Mr. Gin, you See if I can..."

Qin Jiu didn't bother to embarrass him, so he went straight in.

Before he entered the elevator, he saw the member put the bill into his pocket very carefully, as if it was not a small bill, but a time bomb that could kill him at any time.

The interrogation room was on the fourth floor of the basement. As soon as the gin arrived at the door, he smelled a pungent stench. It was the stench of a large amount of blood that had gathered and coagulated and could not be erased.

Pushing open the door, he saw a scene like an oil painting of hell.

The corpses were piled up into a hill, and the pool of blood was spreading around. Angostella sat on it obediently. Holding a pastry box in his hand, he took a piece of king pie from it. Beside the pile of corpses lay several empty pastry boxes and bottles of Coke.

In front of him was a man tied to a chair. Gin recognized that this was an intelligence agent from DGSE. He lowered his head and kept pouring out information from his mouth.

Gin didn't pay attention to it, he didn't forget that he had another purpose in coming to France: to test whether Angostella was spoiled by that mouse.

Although he believed in Angostella—even if he didn't see him lifting the ashes with his own eyes, he could be sure that this little lunatic would not foolishly run into the sun—but the process still had to go, and it was also for Angostella free from controversy in the future.

Angostella's eyes were black and blue, and the hand holding the king cake was red and swollen, as if it had been violently beaten countless times.

He ate until his cheeks puffed up, like a hamster holding food in its mouth.

Crumbs of snacks kept falling from his mouth, but he didn't seem to feel anything, even though his mouth couldn't hold it, he still stuffed it desperately.

It wasn't a meal at all, it was more like self-torture.

Gin walked over, his shoes stepped on pools of blood, he casually picked up a bottle of Coke from the pile of corpses, unscrewed the cap and handed it to Angustra.

Angostella put the snack box on her lap, reached out to take the Coke bottle, miraculously swallowed all the snacks in her mouth, and drank nearly half of the bottle of Coke.

"Thank you, Gin," he said. "What do you want from me?"

Seeing Angostella, who seemed to be completely normal in thinking, Gin didn't pull out his gun like he used to torture suspicious people, but just glanced at the pile of corpses under him.

"There's no need to make them look like this."

— It's not necessary to make yourself like this for a mouse.

Gin didn't say the last sentence, he just stared at the little lunatic in front of him, this time he didn't hit his head with a gun or stab him in the face as a lesson.

"Is necessary."

Angostella frowned, her round face wrinkled into a ball.

"It's their remote control bomb that broke my house, I'm very unhappy..."

…

A dazzling light flashed in front of him, pulling Gin's thoughts from last April back to the present.

Angostella joined the organization at the age of seven and was one of two underage members he watched grow up. He understood how powerful this little madman was, but sometimes he couldn't read what he was thinking at all—like his I don't know what that gentleman is thinking.

Did he really not notice it?

During the few months we got together, did he really have any abnormality and didn't notice it?

No one can cheat another person forever unless the one being cheated...

The Porsche drove off the bridge, and the city of Nishitama was in sight.

Looking at the twin-towered skyscrapers that are particularly eye-catching in the night, Gin raised his hand to lower the brim of his hat, and took out his mobile phone from his pocket again.

[Since you selected Angustra as your heir, for his safety, do you want to review his subordinates again? —gin】

【It will be all right. It's up to you. 】

"...What a troublesome brat."

Gin murmured in a low voice, and the light on his phone screen went out again.

——

It wasn't until the black Porsche completely disappeared before his eyes that Fugu Ling left from the window.

He turned on the light again and sat back on the sofa. On the low table beside him was a Japanese version of "The Little Prince".

After seeing the photo frame in Angostella's study, out of some subtle psychology, he bought this children's book he had read in the past and planned to read it again from the beginning.

Thinking of the gin that appeared near the villa for unknown reasons, Furutani Ling pondered for a moment, took out his mobile phone and sent Angostella an email.

He didn't say that Gin was nearby, but asked about the mission.

[How about the task? when can you come back ...]

Amuro lowered his head and stared at the recipient's address with extremely gentle eyes.

Although he had only been away for more than a day, he felt that Angostella had been away for more than a month or even longer, and he really missed him very much.

【...I saw Gin Jiu's car near the villa. Does Mihua have any tasks these days? —bourbon】

Jiang Guling finished writing the email and clicked send.

Within a few minutes, Angostella's reply came.

【Mission completed~lightnovelpub.net~ We can come back tomorrow. Scotland was injured by a bomb, and his vision and hearing are affected to some extent. I will trouble you to pick us up at the station. He's fine, I chopped off four bear paws to make up for his body, we eat together, and I have to send one to Ley...]

Seeing the first half, the corners of Toru Amuro's mouth rose, but seeing the second half, his smile disappeared instantly.

Can it be poisoned? Not too much, just put a little bit of sodium hydroxide or potassium cyanide in it...

【…Mihua has no mission recently, Gin might just be passing by. Don't be afraid, I'll be right back. —angostura】

When Jiang Guling saw the email, Angustra was comforting him at the end, and put down the phone after locking the screen.

Sure enough, Angostella would not be suspicious of them casually.

It's just that he's really curious, why did Gin come here... on earth?

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