Gin thinks Vodka is talking bullshit.
He stretched out his hand, and Vodka, with a distracted look, obediently handed the phone to his elder brother. The text message interface was not exited, so the elder brother of the winery saw at a glance the thing that made Vodka hesitate for a long time.
The sender was Belmode, a name that made him frown, but because he was wearing a hat, no one could see Top killer's subtle dislike for Belmode.
Next is that photo. The angle and composition are good, and the colors are also good. Johnny Yingjia looks very intimate with a tall black-haired man.
Gin Big Brother looked up and found that the guy was none other than the crazy dog from Italy.
unlucky.
He subconsciously clicked delete on the photo.
Vodka leaned over and stammered.
"Brother?"
Gin clicked his tongue, but ultimately did not confirm - what if that woman, Bermode, wanted to convey something through this photo?
What to pass?
The mad dog from Italy comes here and he won't believe it without Johnny's additional instructions.
This means that Johnny English really wants to use this incident to interfere in the rum "business", so it is quite curious what happened on the cruise ship this time.
Then he thought about the fact that the person who sent the message was Vermouth, so how did that woman get in touch with Johnny Yingjia... Well, he was not really surprised about this, after all, Johnny Yingjia was that kind of person.
After thinking about all this, Gin thought for a moment, put out the cigarette in his hand, and nodded at Vodka.
"Let's go," he said.
Vodka, who was proficient in big brother language, immediately knew that his big brother meant to pick up Johnny and get more. At this moment, the soul of the leader of CP fans overwhelmed the instinct of being the big brother's capable little brother. He tilted his head, suppressed his joy and asked.
"Are you going to pick up Johnny Earl?"
Gin glanced at him, saying "nonsense" in his eyes, and walked straight towards his beloved car without answering.
Leaving a bottle of vodka slowly covering my heart.
Even though he was criticized by his eldest brother, he really wanted to pick up Johnny.
The eldest brother has Johnny in his heart! The couple he supports is real! Qin Zun is rio! !
Gin, who had reached the alleyway and hadn't heard Vodka following up yet, turned around and looked at him in confusion.
Vodka, whose face was almost covered with pink bubbles, froze and trotted forward, trying his best to hide the joy in his heart.
——Big brother and Johnny got some candy today, it's Chinese New Year again!
Therefore, when Tsunayoshi Sawada finally coaxed the reluctant Nowan away, he received a call from Gin.
Nowan was about to suggest that he send a car to take Boss back to the safe house and get Boss's address so that he could visit (climb) to the window (at the door) in the future, but when he heard the voice of that annoying ghost, his face darkened.
It's that man, Gin.
It's always this guy who ruins his life every time... What bad luck.
Seeing that Novan became unhappy again after hearing Gin's voice, Sawada Tsunayoshi had to walk away, to a quieter place in order not to stimulate the young man who was already emotionally unstable.
Gin on the other end of the phone actually just asked for his address and said "stay there". Perhaps because he heard the sound of him walking around, Mr. Killer thought about it for a moment and came to a conclusion that made him unhappy.
"Is your dog still here?"
It can be heard that he is very unhappy with Novam.
The relationship between these two people is still as bad as ever.
"I don't have any dogs here." He said helplessly, pausing, "Novan will be meeting our partners soon."
There was a chuckle from the other end. Sawada Tsunayoshi waited for two seconds but got no response. He then heard the other end hang up the phone.
After returning here and seeing off the whining Novam, the Godfather and the three bottles of wine squatted on the roadside waiting for Gin to pick them up. He subtly felt like a single old father with three children.
...This association is a little scary.
And having said that, there is still a problem even if Gin comes to pick them up - Sawada Tsunayoshi dares to bet that Gin is going to pick him up only, so what to do with the three bottles of wine behind him is still a problem, and he can't really imagine how the four of them will fit into Gin's Porsche.
After all, we are all adults. Although we are not heavy enough to fill all the seats, it is probably impossible to squeeze four people in the back seat.
Sawada Tsunayoshi thought about it with a grim face and concluded that it was not impossible to cram in the car if they tried hard. As long as three people sat in the back and one person sat on top of the other three, Gin's old car might be able to carry all the people.
But if Bourbon and Lay were put together, he was actually worried that they would fight. Although Scotland's relationship with his colleagues was not close, at least he would not quarrel in other people's cars. In that case, it would only be Scotland or him sitting in the middle... Wait, why did he really think of this?
The Godfather slapped his head and thought he must have been invaded by some stupid virus.
"Gin will come back to pick me up later," he said, "What about you guys? Do you have any plans?"
This means that the free activities can be disbanded.
The three bottles of whiskey looked at each other, and Scotland, who was carrying a sniper rifle, raised his hand first, saying that if he was nearby, he could go buy some tools to maintain the gun; Lei and his relationship had improved a lot and he raised his eyebrows when he heard it, and it was obvious that he was also very interested in this - Lei, you have already turned into a sniper.
After the two snipers left, Bourbon, who was left alone as if being excluded, spoke hesitantly at the call of Belmode from a distance.
"It seems that Vermode wants to see me about something. She has more intelligence, so we will have some exchanges." He lowered his eyes and asked obediently, "Can I go, Boss?"
Tsuneyoshi slightly subconsciously, and when he saw Bourbon turning and leaving, he suddenly felt something was wrong.
After all, compared to usual, Bourbon was too strange today - he meant, too silent.
Just like when he said goodbye to Novam, to be honest, at that time the Godfather was a little worried that Bourbon would make some strange noises like he did when he got on the boat, but fortunately he didn't, so he successfully sent Novam, who sometimes acted like a child, away.
Not only that, but those purple eyes that seemed to be filled with a layer of gloom, which was different from the depression when he lowered his eyes deliberately, but instead made people feel genuinely worried.
Looking at the other person's departing back, Sawada Tsunayoshi opened his lips, but he had already walked so far away that he probably couldn't hear his shout.
And what was he going to say if he called him? He and Bourbon had very little time to spend alone together. Unlike Lei, who had been with him for a while, and unlike Scotland, who stayed with him in the safe house except for mission time, he and Bourbon had very little time to spend together. Even if he wanted to take care of the younger generation who had infiltrated, he had almost no time to interfere in each other's life.
Watching the blond young man getting into Bermode's car, the slowly rising car window covered the straight corners of his mouth, and his shining purple eyes didn't even have a spare moment, I wonder what important thing he was thinking about.
He remembered that the other party belonged to Rum's camp within the organization. If he followed his original plan, he might be able to take the opportunity to get him from Rum. In this case, even if he was Rum's "undercover", he was still his man after all, and no matter how Rum wanted to vent his anger, it would not fall on him.
But Vermode or the Crow messed up everything. Not only did he get the [Fire of Life], but his important partner Taichi Tozawa also fell... That bad-tempered old man will definitely be hiding in his rat hole and making a fuss again.
Well, when I think about it, it's only natural that Bourbon would have that expression.
After walking alone along the road by the port for a while, he got into Gin's Porsche 356A. Seeing Vodka's inexplicable expectation, Tsunayoshi Sawada raised his head and asked a question hesitantly.
"I said Gin..."
The other person turned his head, and the calm green eyes under the brim of his hat easily reminded him of the snow leopards roaming on the high ridges of Siberia.
After staring at the stupid rabbit for quite some time without seeing any reaction, Gin began to get a little impatient.
Sawada Tsunayoshi coughed lightly and sneaked over.
"Well...I have something I want to ask you."
The brown-haired young man hadn't used this word for a long time. Even though Gin was getting a little impatient waiting for him to speak, he still raised his eyes and signaled the guy who was prying his head like a rabbit to continue speaking.
So Tsunayoshi Sawada hesitated for a moment and looked at Vodka - he always felt that the other party was secretly looking at him, and he didn't know if it was an illusion.
Then he asked quietly, "So, Gin, how do you usually get along with vodka?"
…
"Ah, are you having a conflict with your master?"
At the same time, in another speeding car, Bermode looked at the gloomy little black face in the rearview mirror and couldn't help teasing.
Bourbon looked up at her with a sullen look.
"What do you want from me?"
Is to simply ignore the other party's problem.
This kind of treatment was not the first time that Bermode had seen it. He curled his lips and said he didn't care much, but he didn't answer him either.
"It's just a little thing," she said. "You'll know when you get there."
Bourbon clenched his right hand, which was placed on the side of his leg, into a fist. He was alert in his heart, but he glanced at Bermode without showing any emotion and snorted coldly.
Bermode looked at him, and as if he was thinking about something, he felt better.
"But I didn't expect that your relationship with Johnny Yingjia would become so good now." She tilted her head, obviously recalling an unspeakable scene last night, "So, are you ready to change masters?"
[Master] Saying words like this makes people feel like a dog wagging its tail and begging for mercy.
But facing her description, Bourbon did not get angry but laughed instead, sitting back slightly with a relaxed attitude.
"What master or not, it's just a show." He put his elbow on the window, index finger bent, and the corner of his lips slightly raised, "Don't you think this is funny?"
Bermode also laughed.
"Undercover game?"
A certain word made Amuro Toru shudder, and he glanced at the blonde woman with his lavender eyes, who seemed to be just saying an ordinary word and maintaining a relaxed posture.
"The term 'undercover' is not suitable for the organization," he shrugged, "You make me think there is a rat in the organization again."
It also served as a cover for my momentary vigilance.
Bermode said, "Really? Sorry, sorry, but that's your situation now... Don't worry, the car is safe, and our conversation will not be leaked."
"I don't want to believe you," he said, sitting back down again. "Why, interested in Johnny?"
He paused, and without waiting for Bermode's reply, he continued, "In that case, you should go find Lei, because he is the one who got Johnny's favor."
Bermode raised his eyebrows but didn't ask "What about you?" - aren't those who work in the intelligence industry best at making ambiguous statements and accurately finding out the other party's intentions from seemingly non-inclined answers?
However, after getting the other party's answer, she was able to carry out the next plan. She turned the steering wheel in her hand and drove in the expected direction.
After a while, they stopped at a temporary underground stop of a certain organization.
"Come on, Mr. Mouse," she said, unbuckling her seatbelt and getting out of the car. "I have a few questions for you about Johnny's bonus."
Bourbon frowned. Seeing that he did not move for a long time, Bermode thought about what he had said, then bent down and looked at him through the car window with interest.
"Oh, I didn't expect you to care so much about this kind of thing. I thought you had no loyalty." She shrugged, facing the black muzzle of the gun pointed at her, raised her hands slowly, and apologized quickly, "Sorry, it's my fault."
Bourbon snorted coldly, completely failing to notice the sneaky look the dog had shown when he was around Johnny.
"Put aside your useless curiosity," he said with a false smile, his face was gloomy, and his voice was much lowered, "My loyalty serves my interests - but now it seems that Lord Rum can help me in the organization more than Johnny Lega."
“That’s all.”
Vermouth smiled, and her already bright face became even more beautiful because of the smile, but it was a poisonous thing that was out of reach.
After such a fight, Bourbon quietly followed Bermode into this temporary stop that they had never been to before.
His gray-purple eyes looked at everything inconspicuously. Perhaps because of the minor friction just now, Bermode did not stop him from looking, but leisurely took him into the house.
Take the elevator directly upstairs, where a graceful woman opens a door with ease, and a huge bar comes into view.
I don't know if it was because the place was cleared out early or it was daytime, but there was no one else in the bar. Bermode walked behind the bar calmly.
I picked out a bottle of bourbon and poured it.
She added the ice cubes casually without making any other preparations, and her technique was so rough that Amuro Toru frowned.
"Let me do it." He pulled his black gloves and took over the bar work from Bermode, who said, "Please do as you please."
Bourbon is a good Bourbon. In order to complete the infiltration mission, Bourbon, who was originally a graduate of the police academy, learned a lot of skills, such as honey trap and mixing cocktails like a bartender.
Although this skill is of little use, Bourbon's movements are still quite pleasing to the eye. Vermouth sat on a high stool in front of the bar, watching Bourbon mix the cocktail, and when he finally and carefully poured the liquor into the glass, he suddenly spoke with interest.
"What do you think Johnny Winger is like?" she asked abruptly. "He looks like an undercover agent, a spy, whatever word you want to use - does he?"
…
…
"mouse?"
Hearing this word, Sawada Tsunayoshi frowned.
He looked at Gin, and after receiving a nod from him, he showed a subtle expression.
"How come there's a rat in the organization again?" He walked around the coffee table and sat on the single sofa in Gin's safe house, using this action to quickly cover up the guilt in his heart.
Gin watched him sit down, observing him scrutinically from behind his hat brim.
"Yes," he also sat down. No matter what he thought, at least he was in his own safe house, sitting in front of his own people, and his posture was very relaxed. "It is said that the intelligence came from Belmode. Sir asked me to catch the mouse."
"Even so," Sawada Tsunayoshi said subconsciously, "Even so, the probability of a rat in the organization, I mean an undercover, is too high."
Not to mention anything else, even the Vongola Another World Family that he hastily set up in Italy in the past two years did not have so many undercover agents.
As for the composition, it is much more complicated than the organization.
After all, although he initially relied on the power of the organization to enter the social circle of the inner world, he later hooked up with an old arms dealer family that was eager for revival. He used a little trick to make the other party confirm the background identity of his fabricated illegitimate son. Although he also took one step at a time afterwards, the inner world here was far inferior to the peaceful inner world of the original world that had been unified by the Vongola. The relationships were complicated and the trust between the families was almost non-existent. Even the allied families would symbolically send one or two undercover agents to show respect... What he meant was to control the movements of the other family.
But that was just a family of arms dealers. When they gradually infiltrated into other fields, they inevitably attracted attention from other families.
From humble beginnings to gradual growth, almost every step is intertwined with the blood of the new and the old.
Even so, there are still not as many undercovers caught by the organization in a year:D
Sawada Tsunayoshi thought about it, and both himself and even the younger generations around him couldn't help but wonder whether the organization was selecting codename members based on whether they were undercover agents.
After all, these well-trained guys are much more useful than those thugs they randomly recruited from outside.
Cough cough.
He accidentally said the first half under Gin's gaze. The Godfather dared to bet with Gin's hat that when he heard the sentence "not even as many undercover agents as the organization catches in a year", Gin's face turned more than eight shades darker.
If it were a little darker, it would be able to compete with Bourbon.
"Forget it." The first person to surrender is usually not the Godfather. Gin changed the subject unfamiliarly, "How was the cruise this time?"
What's up?
Sawada Tsunayoshi blinked blankly.
"Just... the food is delicious?" After all, it is produced by Totsuki.
Gin almost felt that this guy was making fun of him.
He endured it, thinking that after all he had picked this thing up himself and it was of great use to the organization, so he decided not to use his beloved Beretta to make a few holes in the opponent's body.
"The fire of life," he said in a suppressed anger.
Oh, so that's it.
Sawada Tsunayoshi felt that he must have been fooled by thinking about Bourbon just now. This matter should be resolved as soon as possible... let him think about what to do. The other side flipped his hand, revealing the red gem in front of Gin's eyes.
The young man shook the red gem in his hand. The diamond-shaped gem flashed light at his fingertips, reflecting the smiling face of the young man, and inexplicably dissipated a lot of Gin's anger.
He attributed it to the pleasure the other party brought him from completing the task and obtaining the [Fire of Life].
"Not bad." The silver-haired young man grinned, looking a little creepy.
Sawada Tsunayoshi hesitated for a moment, then sat closer to the other person.
"Gin," he asked slowly, "do you know what the rum business is all about?"
——As for Bourbon, he will wait until he confirms some things with Scotland before taking any action to resolve it.
…
Bourbon almost spilled the essence in his hand.
But he was the omnipotent Bourbon, so his hands just trembled slightly, and he looked up at Vermouth in surprise.
"Are you okay?" He slowly placed the wine glass on the bar, looked around, found a decoration, and placed it carefully as if it were a work of art. Then he looked up at Bermode and slowly said the next sentence.
"If Johnny is found to be an undercover agent of the police... the organization will soon be destroyed, right?"
He looked incredibly handsome as he concentrated on arranging the decorations. His face looked stained by the wine, and his beautiful gray-purple pupils changed color, revealing a strange indifference as the owner tilted his head to observe.
Hearing this, Bermode suddenly laughed.
She changed her posture and leaned forward, her fingers hanging on her cheeks twisting the golden curls around her cheeks.
"I didn't expect you to be such an honest and good man." She smiled, like a beautiful snake luring people astray. "If you say so, maybe I can take this opportunity to help Rum get rid of Johnny and get a bonus."
Bourbon gave her a speechless look.
"I think I still have some judgment." He wiped his hands casually and put his hands on the bar. "And it's fine to suspect the code members without any basis, but that Johnny Englishman - don't say you don't know, Johnny Englishman is now a big shot with the same status as Lord Rum. Do you want to say that the organization has been infiltrated to this extent?"
"Don't be ridiculous. If I really did that, even Lord Rum wouldn't be able to protect me."
Before Belmode could continue, he showed an irritated look.
"Okay, you called me here just to hear me tell you that Johnny Winger is an undercover agent?"
Bermode has already collected the information he wanted.
She picked up the bourbon concoction and raised it towards the other man.
"Don't be so angry, I'm just talking casually." She said, "Go out from the bottom and turn right, you can catch the tram back to your safe house - I won't see you off."
Bourbon frowned deeply, not understanding why this woman had summoned him here.
After making sure that what he said was true, he clicked his tongue, slammed the door and left in a bad temper.
Bermode was left alone, slowly drinking the wine in his hand and gracefully taking out his cell phone from his handbag.
The unsigned text ended when the other party confirmed Johnny's added credibility.
In fact, this kind of thing is usually done by Gin, but as knows, the relationship between Johnny Winger and Gin is much closer than that of ordinary code members - of course, she doesn't think that the relationship between the two will affect Gin's judgment, but apart from this point, there is no way to explain why the boss would let her serve as another layer of insurance besides Gin to judge Johnny Winger's credibility.
But now it seems that the results are still good.
Bermode typed a few words slowly on the keyboard, and then began to ponder slowly and leisurely.
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On the other hand, Amuro Toru followed Bermode's instructions and got on the train without letting down his guard. He did not go straight back to the safe house, but walked around the city a few times, and only let out a breath of fresh air after making sure that there was no one behind him.
A lot of cold sweat has already seeped out of my back.
He had to calm down and think about the purpose of Bermode's actions today.
Is Johnny Winga an undercover agent? But is it true? If Johnny Winga is an undercover agent, he must be an elite among elites to have achieved what he has now... A long-hidden possibility jumped into his mind.
If it was Senior S... When he thought of this, the image of the young man who had been intimate with Vermouth last night flashed through his mind.
No, I'm afraid he was sent here to test him on behalf of Johnny.
Although I have never heard of any personal relationship between Vermouth and Johnny Yingjia, but seeing the two of them in the same room late at night, their relationship must be quite close.
While reviewing his actions since he got off the boat until now in his mind, he was carefully confirming that there was nothing wrong with his character setting. He was almost startled by the sudden sound of a text message.
The blond young man frowned and opened his eyes. His brain, which had been working too fast, had calmed down a lot. He lowered his eyes and turned on his cell phone.
【Sender: Boss】
That is Johnny added, this is the note he changed in order to fit in with the group.
This text message confirmed Toru Amuro's guess about what Bermode had just asked. He calmly opened the text message and found only one line of address.
Not far from the safe house, Toru Amuro, who could recite the map of the area with his eyes closed, matched the address to the corresponding building almost the moment he saw it.
It's a bookstore.
He put on a pair of black-framed glasses for disguise, and blended in with a bunch of 2D otakus wearing wine bottle bottoms.
Bourbon followed the message Johnny had given him and found the light fiction magazine column. According to the other party's request, he got the pink magazine at the bottom of the bookshelf.
Is it some important trade item?
Intelligence? Drugs?
Even he knew that the latter was something Johnny would never touch, so he could only guess in other directions.
He guessed in his mind, paid for the pink magazine with a normal expression, and then lowered his head to see what this thing was.
"I went undercover in a hostile organization and became its second-in-command, so if I don't destroy the organization, I will become the boss 2".
He remembered that this seemed to be something that Johnny said was going to be published last time?
How come there is a 2? When was Johnny added written?
Wait, none of this matters.
The blond undercover agent stared at the title and recalled with horror the conversation he had just had with Vermouth.
Is this the threat from Johnny?
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