When Gin called back, Tsunayoshi Sawada was lying on a pile of soft cushions in the pickup truck that Lei had brought, to reduce the impact of their fall. He raised his hands with a sob (not really) and let Bourbon wrap them around him.
They were waiting for Scotland, who was sniping the other side's snipers, to join them.
Lai stood by the car and smoked. The smell that blew in with the wind seemed to carry a kind of dissipated cocoa scent, which smelled very different from Gin's favorite Seven Stars.
Lei put one hand in his pocket, thinking about something, when he suddenly noticed a gaze. He turned his head and saw Johnny Yingjia, with a white ribbon tied into a bow on his hand, holding on to the bicycle frame and looking at him eagerly.
Decimo, who was said to be decisive in killing, now looked like a child asking for candy. He put away all the thoughts in his mind, raised his hand, and showed the other party the cigarette box in his pocket.
"Want one, Boss?"
The other person's smiling voice made Sawada Tsunayoshi feel subtly that he was being treated like a child.
He frowned: "Are you looking down on me?"
Akai Shuichi raised an eyebrow.
"I'm just inviting you." He shook the cigarette box in his hand. "Marlboro, have you ever smoked it?"
The answer is of course no. Sawada Tsunayoshi puffed up his cheeks imperceptibly while lying on the bicycle frame, trying hard to maintain his image of a cold and profound boss in front of his subordinates - if he still had any.
As for Mr. Godfather, when talking about cigarettes, the first person he thinks of is his friend and guardian of his family, who is also the source of his pseudonym, Hayato Jigokudera.
Hayato Gokudera is one of the Guardians with the deepest ties to the Mafia world. Before they became friends, they had already stumbled through the Italian underworld and earned the nickname Smo|king Bo|mb.
Maybe because his nickname contains the word "smoking", Hayato Jigokudera is also an old smoker.
Although after he expressed that he didn't like the smell of smoke, the other party would often remove the smell of smoke before coming to see him, in fact, what Sawada Tsunayoshi hoped was that his friends could stay away from this dangerous item that could burn his lungs black.
After much difficulty in helping Hayato quit smoking in that world, he came to this world and approached Gin, only to find out that he was also an old smoker.
…Help! You gangsters all like to have a puff, right? Why didn’t he see Reborn smoking one?
But if you think about it carefully, you can find the answer. Maybe the baby's body doesn't allow it (crossed out).
As he was thinking, his thoughts drifted away again. Sawada Tsunayoshi pulled the phone with all his strength, staring at the Marlboro that Lei had already handed over, and frowned with a look of deep resentment.
In fact, he hasn't smoked much since coming to this world. When he was Decimo, he might have met some "partners" who would give him cigarettes as a token of friendship, but now no one dares to share cigarettes with him.
However, when he first infiltrated Gin's side, he seemed to be committed to turning his gray identity into black, not only in his thoughts and actions, but also in such small details.
So it's not like he hasn't smoked Gin's Seven Stars before.
Gin's favorite is the black soft one among the Seven Stars. Theoretically, it is a limited edition. I don't know if this guy stocked up a lot of them at the beginning or what, anyway, ever since Tsunayoshi Sawada met him, he always only carries the Seven Stars with black outer packaging.
Tsunayoshi Sawada took the Marlboro from Lei with a bitter look on his face and got into position with great skill.
——Thank you, Gin. Although he still can’t imitate the strong and spicy flavor of the Seven Stars, his posture is still proficient.
Of course, he should be more grateful to his all-powerful tutor. After all, it was him who said, "As the head of the family, how can you not smoke?" and taught him step by step while holding Ryan.
But he never really learned how to smoke, and instead, Gokudera Hayato, the only heavy smoker among the Guardians, stayed away from this unhealthy activity.
Sawada Tsunayoshi got into position only to realize that he didn't have a lighter in his hand. He looked around and saw that Lei below had just taken out a lighter and was about to pass it to him, but Bourbon beside him had already lit the cigarette and was standing by his side with a smile.
"Please, Boss."
Now I don’t even have to make excuses for not smoking because I don’t have a lighter.
The Godfather shrugged his shoulders and looked at the flames ignited by Bourbon. Although he was a little panicked in his heart, he appeared calm and indifferent as he walked past.
For some reason, Amuro Toru felt that the time when Johnny was added to his group suddenly became very slow.
He watched the other person coming towards him skillfully holding the Marlboro, and for some reason he couldn't take his eyes away.
Marlboro, of course he knows about it.
The ten most favorite cigarettes of Americans can probably be ranked in the top ten. From billionaires to homeless people, any American who has not smoked Marlboro will probably be missing an essential experience in his life.
But this was Japan, and he even liked Gin's Seven Stars better than Lay's Marlboro.
This is probably what is called supporting domestic products (not really).
He was thinking about all these things carelessly, his eyes lowered, watching Johnny Winger who was slowly coming over to light the fire, and he really felt that time had slowed down (physics).
In order to get closer to the fire, the brown-haired young man bent down slightly. When he lowered his brows and looked down, he did not have the oppressive feeling that he usually had when he was looking down on others. Instead, he looked extremely gentle, and even under the influence of the firelight, he looked a little more compassionate.
His pupils of the same color were slightly closed, and the firelight reflected on the remaining part. Suddenly, it seemed as if the young man himself had flickering fire in his eyes.
Even looking back on it later, Toru Amuro had to admit that it was an experience that happened in a flash.
The strange thing is that almost every once in a while, Toru Amuro would have the illusion that Johnny should be somewhere else, anywhere, but not in such a dark place like the organization where all the good and the bad are mixed together.
Amuro Toru stared at him for a while, and when he saw that he was still in this posture, he finally couldn't help but speak.
“Actually, if you don’t want to smoke, you don’t have to.” He looked sincerely at his boss who was still in the same posture of lighting the cigarette, as if he wouldn’t have to smoke unless he actually dropped the cigarette on the fire, and tried very hard not to laugh.
Then, an undisguised chuckle was heard from below.
Sawada Tsunayoshi turned his head and stared over.
"I heard it," he said faintly. "Did you laugh, Lei?"
Shuichi Akai covered his lips and nose, trying to pretend nothing had happened.
And Amuro Toru looked at the two of them, blinked, and tried to draw the leader's attention back.
"Then do you want to smoke?" He lit up again, pretending not to notice his boss's little evasion, and moved closer while holding back his laughter.
Sawada Tsunayoshi turned his head and glared at the evil-minded golden-haired creature with a look as if he had been stabbed in the back.
But what evil intentions did Gougou have? Gougou was just helping his boss to light a fire.
Fortunately, before Sawada Tsunayoshi could hesitate whether to really take a bite, someone's faint voice came from behind the wave.
"What are you doing, Bourbon?"
It was Scotland that finally came together.
If Bourbon and Scotch were indeed just ordinary colleagues, then even in the face of Scotch's obviously unhappy inquiries, Bourbon's whiskey would still be able to withstand it.
But as everyone knows, in addition to being colleagues on the surface, these two are childhood friends who grew up together.
Therefore, almost the moment they heard the other's voice, Bourbon, or rather, Furuya Rei, keenly discovered that their child was angry.
Why?
Because he tried to kidnap Johnny for extra cigarettes?
Thinking of this, he felt guilty as if he had kidnapped a minor to do something bad. He put away his lighter and coughed.
"Hey, you're here," he greeted cheerfully, paused, and quickly confessed, "The cigarette was given to me by Lei."
Lei: ? ?
The black-haired young man who was smoking didn't understand how the fire burned himself. He slowly put down his hand and looked at the golden-haired man who was trying to refuse.
Although it is true, it is not a big deal if Scotland knows about it, but Bourbon seems to be quite concerned...
So he said slowly, "But the fire was lit by Bourbon, and Boss didn't look like he wanted to smoke, but he still lit the fire and went forward."
Bourbon: ???
"Wait hi Scotland, let me explain!"
When the two seemed to be about to get into a fight, Tsunayoshi Sawada guiltily put away the Marlboro he had not had time to smoke, and hid in the passenger seat without a trace. He recalled the stern Scotch and the drooping Bourbon, and secretly breathed a sigh of relief.
——I don’t know why, but I was more nervous just now than when I was doing a mission.
"By the way," he turned his head and asked, "how's things going at the magazine office?"
Lai was fastening his seat belt. Hearing this, he raised his head and thought for a moment.
“They said it was fine,” he said. “It’s just a new release, and the conditions are the same as before.”
Having said this, the black-haired young man paused.
"But..."
He said this, and Sawada Tsunayoshi tilted his head and repeated, "But?"
Cool Boy Lai tried to think of an adjective: "But the previous editor has been replaced, and the new editor... seems to be your fan."
Huh? Huh? Huh?
Is it possible that anyone would really like such an outrageous thing?
…
…
After sending his men away, Sawada Tsunayoshi received a text message from Gin.
The other party specifically asked him to go to a safe house in Namimachi alone without his subordinates.
The brown-haired young man who received this text message was stunned and stroked his phone, somewhat confused about what Gin meant.
If it was a safe house somewhere else, he probably wouldn't have any reaction. After all, Gin is a suspicious person and can't stay in any safe house for long. He will move to another place every once in a while.
But considering the proportion of undercover agents in the organization, he felt that this was a wise move (whispering).
But this time Gin went to Nami-cho.
It was also the place where he first met Gin.
After dismissing his subordinates, Tsunayoshi Sawada hesitated between driving himself or taking the train, and out of habit chose the economical, convenient and affordable train.
Of course, the most important thing is that if you take the train, you will have the opportunity to make an agreed emergency signal on a certain line and pass the news that you may be in danger back to the Japanese public security.
However, while sitting on the train, Tsunayoshi Sawada began to hesitate.
Everyone in the car seemed to be the same, with their heads down browsing their phones, but when the Godfather rested his chin on his hand and looked at the scenery, he felt that several eyes were on him.
He even knew that he habitually took the train, or that no matter which mode of transportation he chose, there would probably be someone from the other side lurking around him.
This made Sawada Tsunayoshi's heart sink, and he confirmed his guess.
——He was suspected.
But why?
Even though the table was overturned today, the other party was the one who wanted to rob him first, and they also used the Fire of Life as an excuse. If Gin was at the negotiation scene, he would probably have drawn his gun as soon as he saw that Dashan take out the "Fire of Life".
After reviewing today's and recent actions, he felt that he was still very restrained.
If there is any action to pass on intelligence, the only way is to let Lei Yi go to the magazine...wait for the new editor that Lei Yi mentioned?
Thinking of the new editor who admired him as Lai said, Sawada Tsunayoshi felt cold sweat starting to seep out of his back.
He knew his own Chinese level. Even if the world's number one tutor Reborn came, he could only help him to a passing level.
Even if his useless physique was originally caused by the seal of the Death Flame, even if the seal was later released, his foundation was like a piece of wood corroded by termites, and the slightest shake would cause an earthquake. Over the years, only Yan Zhen could fight him on equal terms.
Moreover, the sales of "This Thing" did not seem to be very good. Although he waited with great anticipation, the editor - he meant, the previous editor - still tactfully suggested that he should polish it further.
So how can something like this have what Lei calls "crazy fans"?
The only explanation is that this thing was indeed received by his contact person, and, perhaps in order to do his job better, the contact person personally went to the magazine office, no, he personally rolled up his sleeves and went to the magazine office.
Even so, he still let Lai go to connect with the contact person. The thought of the two of them, one from the FBI and the other from the Japanese Public Security Bureau, two elites from two different fields huddled in a magazine that is a cancer in the industry to discuss his Chinese with each other... Help him, he would really feel embarrassed.
After thinking about this scene in a panic, he was not so nervous about the possibility of facing Gin's questioning next.
Sawada Tsunayoshi let out a breath, touched his bag to make sure something was still there, and repeated the words to himself in his mind.
After a while, the train arrived at the station.
He walked towards the safe house with his hands in his pockets as if nothing had happened.
The safe house in Namimachi was ostensibly a bar, and Sawada Tsunayoshi knew this three years ago.
Located here, it blends harmoniously into the surrounding array of other bars, forming a bar street.
Returning to his old place after three years, Sawada Tsunayoshi even had time to look around and found that the street seemed to be no different from what he remembered.
It was obviously not the normal business hours for bars in broad daylight, so the street was also sparsely populated. However, you could see bartenders who had sneaked out for nothing and were squatting in front of convenience stores with their friends to fish.
Although three years have passed, fortunately, nothing has changed here. Sawada Tsunayoshi still found the entrance to the safe house with ease. He knocked on the signal according to his memory and was led in by an unfamiliar bartender. Almost as soon as he entered the door, he was faced with the dark muzzle of a silver-haired young man.
He raised his hand slowly.
"Oh, what happened?" he said, looking at Gin's expression, "Didn't today's work go smoothly according to Plan B?"
If Gin treated him as usual when he came, Sawada Tsunayoshi would have to be on guard, and he would probably be in trouble today.
But when Gin came, just like now, he directly raised his beloved Beretta and asked him questions, and Sawada Tsunayoshi was not panicked.
Gin stared at him.
The gray-green pupils were hidden under the black brim of the hat, but one could still see a bit of sharpness in them.
He did not answer Sawada Tsunayoshi's words. The two of them confronted each other for a long time before Gin spoke.
"The cops came this afternoon," he said.
Huh?
Is there such a good thing?
Cough cough.
On his face, Sawada Tsunayoshi also frowned.
"Why are the cops there?" he asked.
Gin looked at him with a completely clueless expression, snorted, and took back his Beretta.
"You'll have to ask your good subordinates about this." The young man with long silver hair sat at the bar, holding a gun in one hand and holding a bottle of liquor in the other.
Tsunayoshi Sawada followed with a frown and sat on another chair, his long, thin eyebrows knitted together.
"Don't talk nonsense," he said, "They are with me all the time, so they don't have time to bring you a note."
His originally relaxed vigilance was subtly raised a little bit. Sawada Tsunayoshi thought quickly. He originally wanted to worry about who had exposed the three bottles of whiskey, but when he thought that the three bottles were all fake, he didn't know who to worry about first.
Is this a sweet trouble?
He covered his lips, pretending to think.
Gin snorted and watched him daydream again, so he tapped the bar counter with his Beretta to get his attention back.
"What happened today?" he asked impatiently. "It's ten minutes earlier than expected. What happened?"
Sawada Tsunayoshi hesitated for a moment.
After a while, he took out a small red gem from his bag.
Gin's pupils shrank.
“The mountain brought out the [Flame of Life],” he said, “and I think it’s real.”
…
Tsunayoshi Sawada is gambling.
Gin wasn't crazy enough to know every detail of his conversation with Oyama.
He knew that there must be Gin's people in the building and among Dashan's people. But at that time, there was no one else at the meeting except him, Bourbon and Dashan, and there were no signals of eavesdropping devices, so it was a relatively confidential space.
The crystal that Dashan gave him was indeed a fake. It was probably a replica made in order to gain cooperation with the winery, and after he got the information about the Fire of Life from somewhere, he crushed it with his own hands.
But what he had in his hand was real.
The ruby in his hand was given to him by the child named Yuya on the [Fire of Life]. He has two rubies in his hand, one is the [Fire of Life] that the organization spilled over to the Tozawa family, and the other is a replica of the [Fire of Life] that the Tozawa family imitated. The existence of the latter should only be known to him, the child, and Whiskey who was present, so the organization did not know that he had two rubies in his hand.
This is exactly what it came in handy for.
Of course, he could have just flipped the table because he heard what Oyama said, but that didn't fit the logic of his behavior - after all, he wasn't Gin.
So it's better to find some supplement.
Sure enough, Gin's attention was immediately drawn.
Although there was no moonlight, the two people present were both able to resonate with the fire of life. Sawada Tsunayoshi threw the gem to Gin, who held the tiny red gem between his fingertips. It was unknown what he was thinking, and indeed, a flame flickered in the ruby.
The man snorted coldly.
"I see." He said, "I'll tell my husband."
Sawada Tsunayoshi curled the corners of his mouth.
Gin pretended not to see it and said, "Now it's time to deal with the little mouse over there."
This made the Godfather frown.
"Who are you referring to?" He defended his subordinates, "I don't think any of my subordinates are undercover."
Gin glanced at him.
"You don't think Martinez is an undercover agent either."
Sawada Tsunayoshi was choked by him and felt that Gin had been led astray.
Qin-chan, you would never tear down a person's stage like this before!
Perhaps because his expression was so funny, Gin couldn't help but curl his lips.
Sawada Tsunayoshi glared at him.
"Any evidence?" He instinctively picked up a bottle of milk from the other end of the bar, poured it into a tall glass, and pretended that what he drank was not milk but wine.
Gin hesitated for a moment.
"Well, there will always be one."
"Always?" That means there is no evidence.
With that said, Sawada Tsunayoshi felt relieved.
"I encountered a case when I went out with Shirley a few days ago," he said suddenly, "There were three suspects with motives in the case, and in the end the police officer chose one of the three and found the murderer."
Gin: “?”
Sawada Tsunayoshi added: "In the last sushi shop poisoning case, the final murderer was chosen from three candidates."
He searched through his memories and recalled many cases. In the end, he had to choose one of three suspects, and finally he looked at Gin sincerely.
"Now you also want to find an undercover agent among my three subordinates, and you have to choose one from the three," he asked sincerely, "Is this a Japanese tradition, Gin?"
"If not, even you have to show me some evidence."
The brown-haired young man had a gentle expression and spoke slowly, but he did not avoid Gin's gaze. He stood straight and exuded majesty unconsciously.
This is somewhat similar to the attitude of the "Decimo" in Italian legend.
Gin looked at the young man with a gentle expression but tough attitude and felt a familiar headache.
He knew this would happen, so he acted as if he was suspicious of this guy.
He pressed his brows helplessly and gave himself a seven-star light.
The taste of Seven Stars Soft Black is probably the strongest among the different types of Seven Stars. The smoky smell gives Gin a little relief to his headache-inducing brain.
Noticing Johnny Lung's gaze on him, he threw the cigarette in his hand over.
The Saturn lighter in my hand was given to me by the guy opposite. It doesn’t look very Gin-like, but it’s surprisingly useful, so Gin has kept it until now.
He lit a cigarette for himself and saw the guy opposite him actually took a cigarette from his cigarette box for the first time. He curled the corners of his lips slightly.
He waved his hand as if calling a pet.
The soft brown fellow hesitated for a moment, then came over.
"Would you like to light a cigarette for me?" he muttered. "Today, Bourbon and the others laughed at me for not being able to smoke..."
Before he could finish his words, he was startled by Gin's sudden move towards him.
Before he could call out "Gin", the other party's burning cigarette butt hit his.
Sparks flickered between their breaths, and the rich scent of the Seven Stars lingered between the two of them. The silver-furred beast raised its green eyes, not fragile.
"Are you a cop?" This was probably the tone of inquiry.
Tsunayoshi Sawada hesitated for a moment, then walked over and lit his own.
"Have you forgotten, Gin?" he said, his eyes downcast, "that we are accomplices."
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