Chapter 15: The Unexpected Arrival of Darkness
At 8 o'clock in the evening, Tokyo was crowded with people, and the traffic was like a gorgeous light strip, connecting the city's brilliance. In the more remote suburbs, the roar of the Mazda was particularly prominent. Amuro Toru drove with one hand, unbuttoned the first button of his clothes, and rolled up his sleeves to his elbows, revealing his tan skin. With the speed increased to the limit, Amuro Toru quickly caught up with the Porsche, which was not driving very fast.
Amuro Toru tapped the steering wheel lightly with his fingertips. When he saw the people in the car looking over, he lowered the window, leaned his elbows on the edge of the car, looked at the old car, and smiled sweetly: "Gin"
Anton Yayoi figured out from the lip movements that the other person was calling someone next to him, so he turned to look at Gin: "Does that golden-haired man know you? He's dressed... like a gigolo?" White satin shirt, black velvet vest inlaid with silver gems, the shirt collar is slightly open, revealing beautiful collarbones and faintly visible pectoral muscles. This outfit is the same as the gigolo he saw on the Internet in Kabukicho soliciting customers.
Hearing this, Gin chuckled and agreed, "You're right," in a rare good mood.
Anton Yayoi looked at Gin who was in a good mood, and then looked at Amuro Toru who was smiling even more brightly because Gin was looking at him. A bold idea came to his mind, "You... are a couple with him?" Otherwise, why are the two of you smiling so happily at each other across from me?
"Squeak..." The sharp sound of wheels rubbing against each other came, and Amuro Toru almost hit the Porsche that suddenly ran away. Fortunately, he and Vodka's driving skills were pretty good, and they successfully avoided a traffic accident. Vodka didn't hear Gin's scolding, and looked back carefully, only to see Gin's face was as ugly as charcoal, and the cold murderous aura seemed to hang Anton Yayoi on the front of the car in the next second.
In order to prevent Gin from shooting a hole in his car in a rage, Vodka stumbled and tried to save this desperate situation. "Brother, I think the newcomer means... you are today's partner, right, newcomer?"
"Huh? I'm not..." Anton Yayoi didn't notice Vodka's pupils shaking at all, and wanted to continue. Gin used his last bit of rationality to take out the saber and put it against Anton Yayoi's neck: "Shut up!" Seeing Anton Yayoi nodded silently, he turned to look at Vodka: "Get rid of Bourbon."
Vodka, who knew how much Gin disliked Bourbon, stepped on the accelerator and the car shot out like an arrow, leaving a ray of light in the dark night. Amuro Toru raised his eyebrows and looked at the old car speeding away. He chuckled and started racing without giving up. When it comes to driving, he has never lost to anyone. Fortunately, the two cars had already driven to the outskirts of the city. Otherwise, with their speeding violations, they would definitely be followed by a row of police cars and get a 15-day prison tour.
The two cars chased each other and drove all the way to the destination. Bourbon did a beautiful drift and parked the car right on the side of the road. No matter how fast the Porsche car drove, it was not as fast as the Mazda modified by Bourbon. Knowing that it was impossible to get rid of Bourbon, Gin finally asked Vodka to slow down for the sake of his beloved car.
Bourbon opened the door and whistled, "Vodka, you can't do it, why are you slowing down? Keep driving." The adrenaline made him sweat a little, his hair stuck to his cheeks, and under the light behind him, his golden hair made him look radiant. Anton Yayoi got out of the car, holding his stomach. After the car slowed down, Gin freed his hands and beat him up again. Although he didn't feel much pain, the damage to his body exceeded his expectations, and he was gradually rejecting the parasitism of the soul.
Vodka didn't say anything, but Gin got out of the car and said, "If you're free, come and help someone."
Bourbon saw Anton Yayoi hanging his head, holding his stomach with his hands, so he had to step forward to help: "You hit him? Why?" Bourbon rarely saw Gin hit people. He always insisted on never saying a word or making a move, so he would kill directly if he could, and would not just hit without killing. What's more, the other party could even walk normally. Gin didn't let the water out, but let the Pacific Ocean out.
Vodka kept winking at Bourbon, but he didn't see it and asked the question anyway. Gin lit a cigarette and leaned against the car, looking at the piles of warehouses in the distance. There was no emotion in his tone: "Ask him."
"I said you look like..." Anton Yayoi did not learn his lesson as Gin expected. Not only did he intend to say horrible sentences about matching, he also intended to say words that "degraded" Bourbon.
Vodka rushed forward and covered Anton Yayoi's mask, then whispered in his ear: "Do you want to be beaten by the two of them in mixed doubles?" Anton Yayoi shook his head.
"Then shut up!"
Bourbon saw them mumbling, as if they were doing something behind his back, and squinted his eyes and thought for a while, "Oh~ You said bad things about me, but Gin won't beat you for scolding me, so you still scolded Gin? Well... I don't think anyone would scold Gin in front of him and not be beaten to death by him. You... You didn't misunderstand my profession, and then misunderstood the relationship between me and Gin?"
All correct, Anton Yayoi stared and blinked twice, this guy is so smart.
Bourbon looked at the suddenly tense Vodka, the dark-faced Gin, and the starry-eyed Anton Yayoi. It seemed that he had guessed right. He laughed out loud with amusement, and then stopped laughing when Gin looked at him like he was looking at a dead person. "Ahem, you misunderstood. This is my coffee shop uniform. A proper, healthy coffee shop~"
Really? Anton Yayoi's eyes swept across Bourbon's collarbone. Would a coffee shop employee dress like this? It seems that he still overestimated the degree of conservatism of human beings. Although everyone is serious online, it turns out that people in real life are very playful.
But...Anton Yayoi opened his hands and asked in confusion: "Then why don't you help me?" He initially thought that Bourbon and Gin were a couple, so he didn't want to have too much physical contact with other people. But since they were not a couple, why didn't he help him as Gin said?
Bourbon, who was supporting him, slowly typed a question mark. He did not refute, but just followed the words and asked: "How do you want me to support you?"
Anton Yayoi thought for a moment and described it: "It's the kind where you put your left hand through my armpits and your right hand through my popliteal fossa (behind the knees)."
Bourbon was silent for a moment, then suddenly realized, isn't this a princess hug? He chuckled, then showed a business smile, put his right hand on his left shoulder, bowed, then knelt on one knee, gently picked up Anton Yayoi, and finally said in a low voice: "Like this?"
It felt like something was wrong, but Anton Yayoi couldn't put his finger on it for a while. He felt that this scene was more like a romance novel than a meeting of a black organization. Especially when he saw Vodka's expression of astonishment, it seemed that the other person had been gone for a while.
Gin made a tut sound and impatiently prepared to pull Anton Yayoi off Bourbon's hand, "Stop playing around." Bourbon followed Gin's movements and let go of Anton Yayoi, causing him to fall heavily to the ground. Anton Yayoi was caught off guard and subconsciously tried to pull Gin, but Gin stepped back to avoid him. In the end, Bourbon couldn't bear it and reached out to pull him before he fell to the ground, so that he wouldn't really get hurt.
The result was that he pulled but not completely. Bourbon originally wanted to pull the collar, but he misjudged Anton Yayoi's reaction and pulled the hair. Then he subconsciously let go and pulled the other person's mask off.
"Sorry, I didn't hold you tight, are you okay?" Bourbon squatted down, his expression full of guilt. Gin, knowing how much strength he had used, rolled his eyes speechlessly.
Anton Yayoi was thrown all over the place. His body was rejecting his soul, and this time he was almost thrown out. He sat on the ground to relax, then slowly raised his head and said, "It's okay, right?" If it didn't work, he could only use the divine blood to strengthen his body.
“…”
Looking at the delicate and handsome appearance of the man on the ground, Bourbon stood up silently, his face was terribly gloomy. Gin took out his pistol and pointed it at Anton Yayoi's temples, "Boy, who are you?" Although Gin looked like he was shouting for war, Bourbon glanced at Gin's gun. He didn't even have the safety on. Who was he trying to scare?
Anton Yayoi looked at the mask that Bourbon was holding. Knowing that his appearance was exposed, he had to bite the bullet and pretend that he didn't know: "Anton Yayoi, is there any problem?"
"This is a big problem. Is this you?" Bourbon relied on the authority of the public security to retrieve all of Anton Yayoi's ID documents from childhood to adulthood. The pictures on them could not be said to be exactly the same as the real person, but they were completely irrelevant. Obviously, Gin had also seen the ID photo, but he did not make any comments on it.
"I don't like to attract attention, so I put on makeup before the photo. If you don't believe me, you can test my DNA." However, Anton Yayoi's family should have passed away, and it is unknown whether they can find someone to compare DNA.
Seeing that he was so sure, Gin took back his gun and said, "You better not lie to me." He didn't care whether the other party's identity was problematic or not. There were many people with problems in the organization. He just wanted the person in front of him. As for whether the other party was a fake identity or a replacement, what did it matter?
Seeing that Gin didn't care, Bourbon shrugged his shoulders and treated the matter as unimportant, but his heart skipped a beat. He was not like Gin, he cared a lot about whether Anton Yayoi's identity had been replaced. At least when the Endo case happened, the other party should still be the real Anton Yayoi. After all, a person who replaced an identity would not help the original owner to avenge. So, if he was really replaced, it happened in less than a month. Is the real Anton Yayoi still alive, and why does the other party want the identity of a person with a case? Bourbon thought for a moment and felt that it was more likely that he had not been replaced.
After this little incident, no one seemed to want to pursue it. So Gin opened the trunk, took out a row of magazines and put them into his windbreaker pocket, then turned to look at Bourbon and said, "Bring your guns, right?"
Following them just to see what mission they were on, Bourbon of course brought his own gun, so he raised an eyebrow and patted his coat: "I brought it, who are we going to kill?"
"Jiichiro Honda."
This is really the case. It's a good thing Conan was not brought along.
"Just the three of us? Oh, four? His organization is not small, right? And it's not near here?" Bourbon hesitated. Although Honda Jichiro himself was a cowardly fool who loved to take advantage of small gains, his organization Honda Group was not a small gang. Three generations of his ancestors had been gangsters, and there were at least hundreds of gang members in Tokyo. Just relying on the four of them to fight? Did the organization think too highly of them, or did it think highly of Anton Yayoi?
Vodka, who had been absent-minded, finally came to his senses. After hearing what Bourbon said, he straightened his chest to save face and smiled sarcastically: "Bourbon, are you scared?" As a die-hard fan of Big Brother, Vodka said that with Big Brother around, is there any task that cannot be completed?
"As long as there are enough things, I'm not afraid, but pistols?" They're not a suicide squad. The organization won't have nothing else to do but let them take pistols and fight a hundred people, so they're probably just going to kill a few people?
Gin did not hide it: "There are only Honda and his lover. That guy can barely be considered ours." The difficulty of the mission instantly dropped from hell to the level of going downstairs to throw away the garbage.
"Isn't he an ltp? Is his lover an adult? Is the information reliable?" The task was so simple that I was a little skeptical.
Gin ignored Bourbon and chose to lead the way, "You don't have to go if you don't want to."
Bourbon, who wanted to go very much, had to keep quiet.
Continue read on readnovelmtl.com
