August 28, Water Sunday.

In a convenience store on the corner of Haido-cho 2-chome Street, a man in a black suit, a black top hat and sunglasses, with his hands in his pockets, stared at the refrigerator area for a long time without taking anything.

Normally, the convenience store staff would step forward and ask the other party what he wanted at this time, but because the aura of the man in black was too strong, they were worried that the other party's identity was not simple, so they had to hide at the checkout counter and pray that the customer would leave quickly.

Vodka was unaware that he was causing invisible pressure to the convenience store staff. He was simply thinking about what flavor of lunch box he should have for lunch today. After looking around and not finding any tuna, he had no choice but to choose a set meal of two tuna salad rice balls and thick-cut pork chop sandwiches.

He took out his wallet and went to the cashier. He looked up at the cigarettes on the shelf behind the cashier and said:

"Two packs of jiloises, please."

"OK."

When Vodka reached out to take the cigarette, he felt the clerk's trembling hands. He took all of this into consideration, took his things and walked out of the convenience store with a chuckle. The clerks nowadays were really cowardly. If they saw Big Brother, they would be so scared that they wouldn't dare to accept the money.

He opened the driver's door of the black Porsche 356a and handed the rice balls, sandwiches and cigarettes to his elder brother Gin, who was sitting in the passenger seat, with a hint of joy in his tone:

"Brother, today's lunch box isn't very tasty. I chose the economical set meal, and the remaining money is just enough to buy cigarettes."

A lot of money was spent on maintaining this antique car some time ago, which led to a significant reduction in the funds allocated to the action team. For this reason, they had to cut down on food and beverage expenses to save more money to maintain Gin's beloved car.

Gin took the so-called lunch with an expressionless face, skillfully opened the wrapper of the rice ball, and ate while looking out the window. His expression was like chewing wax, and those who didn't know him would think that the food was tasteless.

Vodka's eating speed was as rough as his appearance. Before Gin finished eating the rice ball, he had already bitten half of the sandwich. His eating speed was faster than that of a large dog that had been hungry for several days.

Perhaps the taste of the sandwich was not to his liking, so after finishing the rice ball, Gin threw his sandwich directly on Vodka, skillfully opened his favorite Jiloises cigarettes, and lit them with the car cigarette lighter.

"Brother, can you just eat one rice ball?" Vodka raised his hand to wipe the pork cutlet sauce from the corner of his mouth. Although he said caring words, his actions were still very frank. He opened the wrapping paper very quickly, and took a big bite of the sandwich as soon as he finished speaking, for fear that Gin would regret it.

Gin slowly exhaled a puff of smoke, but did not answer this meaningless and boring question. He held his chin and answered irrelevantly:

"The task assigned to you should have been completed, right?"

"Hmm?" Vodka hesitated for a moment, swallowed the sandwich in his mouth, and said, "Brother, I've already handed the mission to Scotland as you requested. Today is the day for Miyano Akemi's operation. Do you need me to call and ask?"

"After we finish eating, drive over there and find a good spot to watch the scenery. I want to see her get shot and fall to the ground with my own eyes."

"Brother, do you doubt that Scotland will let that stupid woman get away?" Vodka asked after swallowing the last bite of his sandwich and re-fastening his seat belt.

Gin narrowed his eyes. He harbored a tinge of suspicion towards many in the organization. The only person he could fully trust was Vodka, who sat beside him. While Vodka wasn't as bright as the other codenamed members, the most important thing in the organization wasn't strong partners, but colleagues loyal enough to support the younger generation.

He has always had some hostility towards Scotch Whisky, perhaps because the latter has not been in the organization long enough.

Including Bourbon Whiskey, who joined the organization in the same year as Scotland. Hum, the mysticism similar to that woman was what he hated the most.

He put out the cigarette he had only taken a few puffs of, and said in a low voice:

"Heh, Scotland doesn't have any connections in the organization at all. Even the Bourbon he lives with doesn't like each other. Do you think he'd be stupid enough to let that stupid woman go?"

"That's right." Vodka nodded. Thinking that he would soon be able to witness Miyano Akemi's death, he couldn't help but sound a little excited. "Brother, should we tell Shirley about this good news later? She should be very surprised."

"Although it's a pity that I can't see her desperate expression, I will let Scotland do this. We have more important things to do. We must find Kiichiro Numabuchi as soon as possible. He knows a lot about us, and we can't let him fall into the hands of the police." Gin said in a deep voice, playing with the cigarette box in his hand.

Vodka couldn't help but feel dissatisfied with Kiichiro Numabuchi, but he was more dissatisfied with Shiho Miyano. If this woman hadn't let Numabuchi go, he and his elder brother wouldn't have to be running back and forth on the road all this time.

But when he thought that the sister whom Miyano Shiho cared about the most was about to be shot by a sniper, his mood index began to rise rapidly again. He really hoped that Scotch Whisky could torture her more, so that he could vent his anger more.

Vodka parked the car steadily at the red light. He suddenly remembered something and turned his head to look at his eldest brother Gin and said:

"Brother, I suddenly remembered that the guy from Scotland sent in a new expense report."

"Where?"

"It's in the drawer."

Gin reached out and opened the drawer in front of him. His brow furrowed as he saw the long list of expense reports. Besides the sniper rifle maintenance costs and the transportation fees incurred during the mission, there were also records of expenses at a high-end restaurant?

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