Tokyo, Beige Town.

"Beep...beep..."

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

Gin put the phone back into his pocket without saying a word, and the vodka next to him thought it was Apero saying something incredible, and asked in a probing tone: "Brother, is Scotland really..."

"uncertain."

Gin interrupted the vodka, and he looked up at the villa next to him again. 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 is natural to be found out, such a conspicuous car stays here carelessly, if Bourbon is unaware, Gin will question him.

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

The black Porsche was quickly back on the road, leaving the rich or expensive villa area, crossing a few roads, and following the bridge all the way west towards Nishitama City.

After that gentleman moved the Karasuma Group headquarters there, Gin took the initiative to buy a property near the Li Twin Towers skyscraper, and as soon as he opened the curtains, he could see Block B of the Twin Towers, and now he went back to rest there. more and more.

There were no lights in the car, only the street lights on both sides flickered in from the windshield and the windows on both sides. The car was quiet and no one spoke.

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

When it comes to important tasks, Vodka often does this to assess the mood of the elder brother. He knows that the strength of elder brother Gin must have been discovered long ago, but he seldom reprimanded him for this. This is a tolerance for the younger brother.

The brim of the hat is very low, and the bangs almost cover his eyes. He can't see Gin's eyes at all, and he can only see the corner of his mouth with a cigarette turned slightly.

Vodka carefully looked away.

Big brother now... are you thinking about something very important?

...

Gin was really thinking about something very important.

The current leader is quite cruel to the undercover, and Rum and his style are more or less influenced by him;

Now that gentleman's attitude is a little more subtle. At dusk, he was more lenient with undercover agents, and at other times, he never said that he would kill undercover agents. Sometimes Gin even thinks that in his eyes, undercover is more important than what color collar he should put on Money's neck...

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

One of those rules is that once an undercover agent is discovered, in addition to hunting them down, members who had a good relationship with them before must also be interrogated.

This rule is not **** or vicious, it is a few normal rules for that tyrant.

After breaking into the organization, some undercover agents not only want to get information and pass it back, but also think about instigating other members, trying to persuade them to return to the sun. This kind of precedent is not unique.

Some people will be persuaded, some will find out that they are undercover and report, and some... will pretend that nothing happened.

...

Gin stood at the door of the training ground and stopped a member who was walking out with a bill.

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

"Where is Angstra?"

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

Gin feels a little subtle about this title.

He remembered that Rum had complained that Angstra was too young, and sometimes his temper was unbelievably good, so some members of the lower ranks looked down on him, thought he would be easy to bully, and was protected by the caught rat... As a result Change your nickname now?

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

"Mr. Angstra gave me this. 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." The member said quickly, "Mr. Gin, you See if I can..."

Gin didn't bother to embarrass him, and went straight in.

Before he entered the elevator, he saw the member put the note into his pocket with great care, as if it was not a small note, but a ticking time bomb that could kill him at any time.

The interrogation room is on the fourth floor underground. As soon as the gin wine arrived at the door, it smelled a foul stench. It was the stench of a lot of blood condensed and unable to be wiped away.

Pushing the door open, he saw a scene like a **** oil painting.

The corpses were piled up and down into hills, and the pool of blood that gathered was spreading all around, and Angstra sat on it with a well-behaved posture. He was holding a pastry box in his hand, and from it he picked up a piece of king cake. Beside the corpse, there were also several empty pastry boxes and several bottles of Coke.

In front of him is a man strapped to a chair, and Gin recognizes it as one of DGSE's intelligence agents, with his head bowed and a steady stream of intelligence pouring out of his mouth.

Gin didn't pay attention, he didn't forget that he came to France for another purpose: to detect whether Angstra was damaged by the mouse.

Although he believed in Angustra—even if he hadn’t seen him lift his ashes, he could be sure that this little lunatic wouldn’t be foolish enough to run into the sun—but the process of going had to go, and it was for Angus’ sake Terra was later immune to controversy.

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

He eats with bulging cheeks, like a hamster with a mouth for food.

Crumbs of snacks kept falling from his mouth, but he didn't seem to feel anything, and even if his mouth couldn't hold it, he still tried his best to stuff it inside.

It's not a meal at all, it's more of a self-torture.

Gin walked over, his shoes stepped on the pool of blood, he picked up a bottle of Coke from the corpse pile, unscrewed the cap and handed it to Angstra.

Angstra put the snack box on his knees, reached for the Coke bottle, miraculously swallowed all the snacks in his mouth, and drank nearly half a bottle of Coke.

"Thank you, Gin," he said. "Do you have anything to do with me?"

Seeing Angstra, who seemed to be thinking completely normal, Gin didn't take out a gun as he had done when he tortured suspicious people in the past, but just glanced at the corpse under him.

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

——It's even more unnecessary, to make yourself look like this for a mouse.

Gin didn't say the last sentence, he just stared at the little madman in front of him, this time he didn't take a gun to his head or stab him in the face as a reprimand.

"Needed."

Angstra's brows clenched, her round face wrinkled.

"It's their remote-controlled bomb that damaged my house. I'm very unhappy..."

...

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

Angstra entered the organization at the age of seven. He was one of the two underage members he watched growing up. He understood how powerful this little madman was, but sometimes he couldn't understand what he was thinking at all - like He did not understand what the gentleman was thinking.

Did he really not find out?

During the few months they spent together there, did he really notice anything unusual?

No one can deceive another person forever, unless the deceived one...

The Porsche pulls off the bridge and the city of Nishitama is in sight.

Looking at the twin-tower skyscrapers that are particularly eye-catching in the night, Jin Jiu raised his hand to rest on the brim of his hat, and took out his mobile phone from his pocket again.

[Since you have chosen Angstra 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 kid."

Gin whispered something, and the light on his phone screen went out again.

————

It was not until the black Porsche completely disappeared in front of his eyes that Zero Zero left from the window.

He turned the light back on and sat back on the sofa, with a Japanese copy of The Little Prince on the low table beside him.

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

Thinking of the gin that had appeared near the villa for an unknown reason, Ling Gu Ling pondered for a moment, then took out his mobile phone and sent an email to Angstra.

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

【How about the mission? When can you come back? ...]

Amuro lowered his head and stared at the recipient's address with a very gentle gaze.

He had only been gone for more than a day, but he felt that Angstra had been gone for more than a month or even longer. He really missed him very much.

[…I saw Jinjiu’s car near the villa, does Mihua have any tasks these days? ——Bourbon]

After you finish writing the email, click Send.

Within a few minutes, Angstra's reply came.

[Task completed~lightnovelpub.net~ We will be back tomorrow. Scotland was injured by a bomb, and vision and hearing were affected to a certain extent. Please come and pick us up at the station. He is fine, I also cut four bear paws to make up for his body, we eat together, and we have to give Ley a copy...]

Seeing the first half, the corners of Amuro's mouth rose, and when he saw the second half, his smile disappeared instantly.

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

[...Mihua has no assignments recently, and Jinjiu may just be passing by. Don't be afraid, I'll be right back. ——angostura]

When Gu Ling saw the email, Angustra comforted him and put down the phone after locking the screen.

Angstra would never doubt them casually.

It's just that he's really curious. Gin is here... what is it for?

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