Chapter 93

Kurokawa Akishige arrived at the red-roofed warehouse as agreed.

The door of the warehouse was closed. When it was opened, it was pitch black with only a faint light illuminating a small area.

Everyone was there, as if they were only waiting for him. As soon as he entered, he attracted everyone's attention.

"Do you have any problems working in such a dark place?" Kurokawa Akiho asked politely but didn't understand.

The afterglow of the setting sun outside was warm and not dazzling on people. He didn't understand why a good organization had to do this kind of thing, finding a dark warehouse in broad daylight and turning on the lights to create a sense of mystery.

"You're late." Gin leaned against the wooden box, his eyes sharp under his black hat.

Kurokawa Akifumi shrugged. "You have to understand that I have my own career, so I definitely don't have much time."

"Compared to you guys." There was a malicious smile in his tone.

Vodka was stunned for a moment and looked at Gin.

Is Bacardi saying they are unemployed?

Kurokawa Akishige set his sights on Amuro Toru.

Mr. Undercover looks a little disheveled now, but there are no scars on his body.

After confirming that Toru Amuro was not injured, he set his sights on another person who was handcuffed like Toru Amuro. He paused for a moment and remembered the other person's name.

I remember now.

A Kirsch named Mizunashi Reina, an undercover CIA agent.

Kurokawa Akishige once again realized that there were really a lot of undercover agents in the organization.

Toru Amuro was slightly stunned after seeing Kurokawa Akiho. The young principal's expression and aura were completely different from usual. His figure was facing away from the sun, his shadow lengthened, and his emerald blue eyes had lost the color of the sky.

As if completely immersed in darkness, the aura surrounding him was as if he were born into the otherworld, filled with danger and mystery.

Amuro Toru tightened his grip, and a barely perceptible dark light flashed in his eyes.

Those eyes were better suited to being bathed in sunlight than in darkness.

Kurokawa Akishige noticed the gazes on him, and when he raised his eyes, he met Amuro Toru's, seeing the other's complicated expression hidden under his calmness.

He winked secretly at Amuro Toru.

Amuro Toru was stunned.

The darkness seemed to be dispelled, and the blue sky was dazzling and eye-catching.

Amuro Toru took a deep breath.

Oops.

Kurokawa Akiho looked around the warehouse and frowned, "Isn't Rum here?"

Vermouth smiled and said, "As a general, he won't appear on the front lines of the battlefield."

Kurokawa Akishige looked at Vermouth who spoke. He remembered that the photo was taken by this lady.

"General?" He sneered, as if he had heard a funny joke.

"Could it be that he was stripped of his clothes by an NPC in the game and is too embarrassed to face people?"

Vermouth's lips curled up as she agreed, "Is there such a thing? What a shame I didn't get to see such a wonderful scene."

Kurokawa Akishige and Vermouth looked at each other and reached some kind of agreement.

Anyone who hates Rum is a good person.

Vodka didn't dare to breathe. Listening to the conversation between Vermouth and Bacardi, he felt a little helpless.

What? Rum was stripped? Wouldn't he be silenced after hearing this?

Mizuno Reina, who was tied up with Amuro Toru, looked at Kurokawa Akiho with frowned brows, not knowing the origin of this young man.

But there was a vague guess in my heart.

There is only one person in the organization who is at odds with Rum. Could he be... ?

Vermouth glanced at Amuro Toru, her red lips curled up, and a hint of ambiguity mixed in her chuckle: "Do you still like the photos I took?"

This incoherent sentence made everyone present feel a little confused.

Kurokawa Akishige was startled and glanced at Amuro Toru unconsciously. He curled his fingers, his eyes wandered a little, and he felt a little uncomfortable.

Even if you like the photos, you can’t say it out loud, because Toru Amuro is still here.

But the photos taken by Vermouth are really good.

He touched his nose and vaguely ignored the question: "It's okay."

Vermouth raised her eyebrows, with a smile in her eyes, and saw through the hidden truth at a glance.

It seems like he likes it very much.

As for the other party involved, Vermouth glanced at Toru Amuro, who was handcuffed and suspected to be an undercover agent, and lowered her eyelids.

Tsk.

photo?

Toru Amuro immediately thought of the information and photos he got from Conan Edogawa.

The purple-gray eyes caught Kurokawa Akishige's momentary unnaturalness and narrowed their eyes.

That photo was actually taken by Vermouth.

"Let's stop here for the reminiscence." Gin interrupted the conversation indifferently. "Now it's time to deal with these two rats."

"Tell me, who among you is the undercover agent?"

When Kurokawa Akishi heard Gin's question, his guess came true.

Gin didn't know who was the undercover agent between them, but he tied them both up. The problem was with Curacao who provided the information.

The information provided by Curacao is incomplete, or it does not confirm Toru Amuro's true identity.

Mizuno Reina insisted that she was not an undercover agent: "How can we possibly know if the other party is an undercover agent?"

If Reina Mizunashi points out that Toru Amuro is an undercover agent, then what is the difference between that and saying that she is also an undercover agent.

Amuro's purplish-gray eyes reflected calmness, and his tone was sharp: "Hasn't Curacao already obtained accurate intelligence? If there really is an undercover agent among us, the organization's way of dealing with it should be assassination, not tying us up here."

Mizuno Reina realized the incongruity and said, "That's right. The organization's way of dealing with things has always been simple assassination, but now they're tying us up here."

"Could it be that Curacao provided vague information?" Mizuno Reina asked anxiously, "Where is Curacao?"

When Kurokawa Akishige first met Amuro Toru in Bourbon, the aggressiveness in his words and the natural sharpness of an intelligence officer made his eyes widen slightly.

Just like before when his expression changed instantly from a gentle one.

Just… cool.

Vermouth: "Curacao has lost his memory and is now in the hands of the police."

Kurokawa Akishige briefly shifted his gaze away from Amuro Toru and digested what Vermouth said.

Lost your memory?

What a strange setting this is.

He was complaining in his mind with a complicated expression.

Mizunashi Reina thought this was ridiculous: "Just because she lost her memory, does that mean we have to be labeled as undercover agents regardless of whether we are companions or not? We are companions!"

Amuro Toru frowned: "Shouldn't we rescue Curacao in the current situation?"

Gin pointed the gun at them: "Too slow, tell me who is the undercover, you only have one chance."

Kurokawa Akishige frowned, glanced at the time on his phone, and tapped his fingertips silently.

"Three, two, one, zero."

"Let's start with you, Bourbon."

Just as Gin finished speaking, the door of the red-roofed warehouse was suddenly kicked open with a "bang" and the blinding light shone directly at the people, making it impossible for them to open their eyes.

"Hey, hey, what are you guys doing on someone else's territory?" A voice with a Kansai accent shouted loudly.

There were several people standing at the gate of the red-roofed warehouse. Their faces were not clearly visible because of the glaring sunset light and car lights. One could only vaguely see that they were holding guns in their hands.

The red-haired man stared at Gin and the others gloomily, and his whole body exuded a dangerous aura unique to the other world.

The aura of a killer who doesn't care how many people he kills.

Gin lowered his brows, and his cold and sharp eyes looked at the red-haired man from afar through the dazzling sunset.

Even Vodka felt the tit-for-tat feeling. He subconsciously tightened the gun in his hand and swallowed.

These people are not easy to deal with.

"Hey, there's a gun too?" The man with slightly longer hair and sunglasses sneered, "No wonder you dare to act so wild here."

"Hey, you guys, do you know that this is our Huowu Luo's territory?" The face of the Yakuza organization, who sounded like a tongue-twisting sound, rushed to the front and was very deterrent.

Totsuka Tadara sat in the sports car with an expressionless face, clearly hearing Matsuda Jinpei say in a gangster-like tongue-twisting tone that he was Homura.

I'm sorry, Zun, he seems to have done something irreversible. Houmu Luo's reputation has been completely ruined in the other world.

Zhu Fujingguang, who was disguised as a member of the Yakuza organization, suppressed his smile and continued to speak.

"I've been squatting for so long, and finally I've caught you vandals."

Zhu Fujingguang's voice was disguised with a voice changer, and his tone was deep.

Yi Dahang held a toothpick in his mouth and pointed the submachine gun in his hand at them: "Just kill them all. They ruined so much of our goods. It would be a bargain for them to just throw them into the sea to feed the fish."

"Brother, what do you think?" Kenji Hagiwara asked Totsugashi Tadara while leaning against the sports car.

Jushu Duoduoliang waved his hand, leaned back in his seat and closed his eyes to rest.

Several threatening guns were pointed at Gin and others.

Vermouth frowned tightly, obviously not expecting such a change: "What's going on?"

Mizuno Reina looked at them warily. "I seem to have heard that this area is the territory of a communist organization in mainland Japan, and the red-roofed warehouse is also one of them?"

How did you choose the place?

Vodka who chooses the place: "..." He didn't know why things turned out like this, he clearly remembered that this was not the place!

The other side had more people and more powerful weapons, and they were more powerful than them. They were at a disadvantage when it came to pistols versus submachine guns.

Vermouth gritted her teeth and said, "Gin, let's retreat first."

Gin glanced at Mizuno Reina and Amuro Toru with cold eyes.

Kurokawa Akiho watched their performance with great interest.

The acting was so realistic, giving the impression that out of ten pounds of bones, nine pounds were gangsters and the remaining one pound was not to be messed with.

Kurokawa Akifumi stood silently behind Gin and made matters worse: "I don't have a gun, so you guys can fight me if you want."

Before the war even started, the morale of his side had already been reduced by more than half.

Vodka's eyes widened in horror. Doesn't that mean there are only three of them left? There are six of them. How can they fight?

There was a hint of surprise in Toru Amuro's eyes. Although he couldn't see through the disguises of four people, the disguises of the red-haired man and Totsuka Tadara sitting in the car were not very tight, and he recognized them with a sense of familiarity.

I have seen them before during team building. They were all employees of the amusement park.

The remaining four disguised people are Keimitsu Morofushi, Kou Date, Kenji Hagiwara, and Jinpei Matsuda.

The one who made the gangster-like tongue-rolling sound was none other than Jinpei Matsuda.

puff……