Chapter 23

"I mind a lot." Toru Amuro twisted his wrist to break free from Kitahara Yuki's shackles, "Tonight, my mission teammate is Gin, not you."

Kitahara Yuki quickly raised his eyebrows and glanced at Toru Amuro's arms that were folded across her chest. The other party was rejecting his approach, and his reasoning was correct.

"Your movements and expressions tell me that tonight's mission is related to me, and you feel guilty about me."

Kitahara Yuki glanced at the right pocket of Toru Amuro's vest. There was a slight bulge there, and it looked like a Mazda car key.

He quickly approached Toru Amuro, and at the moment when the other party frowned, he took out the Mazda key. He turned around and ran to the next door to pick up his backpack, went downstairs, and nimbly got into the Mazda RX7.

Kitahara Yuki, who fastened his seat belt, showed an obedient expression and said in a hurried tone, "Okay, Mr. accomplice, let's go."

Obviously, Amuro Toru was not satisfied with this title. He slowly exhaled and stepped on the accelerator without hesitation. The tires and the ground rubbed violently and made a tooth-grinding squeaking sound.

"You will regret your decision just now, and Gin will not agree to your joining." Amuro Toru said in a calm tone, changed gears and accelerated, and his movements were done in one go.

The front of the car suddenly lifted up, and the body of the car suddenly jumped out.

Kitahara Yuki did not answer immediately. He opened the backpack he had just brought down and took out a pair of beauty contact lenses and an eyeliner. "But Gin will not refuse Hasegawa Hikaru's joining."

This sentence made Amuro Toru's attention focus on Kitahara Yuki again. He saw Kitahara Yuki lower the passenger's sun visor, facing the mirror above, using eyeliner to leave a small mole at the corner of his eye, and putting on light gold contact lenses.

Kitahara Yuki ignored the sour feeling brought by the contact lenses, mobilized his facial muscles, and slightly relaxed his tense back. In three seconds, he completed the transformation from lazy psychologist to sunshine hacker.

He winked at Amuro Toru who had a weird expression, "How about it, is this better than disguise? Now no one can distinguish between me and Hase Hikaru by appearance alone, not even Gin."

Amuro Toru nodded, "It's a special skill of the twins."

Yes, other people can't learn it.

"In that case, I want to hear about the mission that is related to me and will make you feel guilty."

Kitahara Yuki, who successfully transformed into Hasegawa Hikaru with a pair of golden contact lenses and eyeliner, put away the sun visor with a snap, crossed his arms and glanced coldly at Amuro Toru, who had dishonesty written all over his face.

"This is just a very ordinary mission." Amuro Toru looked at Kitahara Yuki, and when his purple-gray half-closed eyes slightly widened, he had a naive and innocent feeling.

He loosened his tight bow tie, tilted his head slightly, revealing his protruding Adam's apple, and the feeling of a beast in human clothing hit his face.

"Oh, the answer is expected." Kitahara Yuki might as well hope that Amuro Toru is an undercover sent by the FBI to the public security department than to expect the red team to exchange information.

However, even if he can't get the answer from Amuro Toru, he can analyze enough important information.

"You're not surprised that I'm taking part in the mission under Hikaru's name? Is it because your teammates for tonight's mission are not only Gin, but also Hikaru Hasegawa?"

Toru Amuro's silence told Kitahara Yuki the answer, and he didn't even need to observe the other party's expression carefully.

So now he just needs to deal with Hikaru Hasegawa and prevent him from showing up in tonight's mission.

Kitahara Yuki lowered the car window, stuck his head out to the surveillance camera on the side of the road and showed a precise smile that belonged to Hikaru Hasegawa, then quickly raised the car window and returned to his indifferent face.

"Okay, Hikaru already knows that I will act with you, he won't come to disturb us!"

"He won't agree." Toru Amuro recalled Kitahara Yuki's actions just now and asked, "Is he observing you through surveillance?"

Buzz--the phone rang.

[Believe in Hikaru: I don't agree! Don't go! Kitahara Yuki

turned off the screen expressionlessly. Even another soul couldn't stop him from exploring the mystery that was waving at him.

"He agreed," Kitahara Yuki said lightly, "and I need to correct one thing. He monitors my movements all the time. He is simply a control freak! A control freak who is sicker than Gin!"

The Mazda stopped, and Kitahara Yuki suddenly heard the sound of fingers hitting the glass. He turned his head to look at the passenger window. The window dropped and met a pair of green eyes like beasts.

——It was GIN.

The owner of the eyes sneered briefly, "Are you calling me?"

Kitahara Yuki was silent for a second, and then reacted quickly, saying coldly, "You are deaf."

This answer easily made Vodka, who was standing behind Gin, breathe heavier. The latter was looking at him as if he were a monster.

Kitahara Yuki could even read the word "admiration" from the big guy's all-black outfit.

For a moment, the atmosphere was a little stagnant, until Amuro Toru pressed the unlock button, and the click sound was particularly clear in the silent atmosphere.

"Get in the car." Amuro Toru said calmly, and glared at Kitahara Yuki from an angle that Gin and Vodka couldn't see, and got a nonchalant expression from the other party.

Amuro Toru took a deep breath and stepped on the accelerator expressionlessly.

"Go to Urashima Taro's villa in Nagano Prefecture." Gin took out a cigarette and held it in his mouth, and his other hand was taking out the lighter in his pocket, "Did you bring your computer?"

- Of course I did.

Kitahara Yuki, who was about to answer like this, suddenly stopped. The sense of incongruity made him swallow the words in his throat. Gin's voice just now was slow and had an unobvious guiding nature.

Gin is not the kind of guy who would ask if someone brought their tool belt when doing a mission. He is more like the kind of man who, upon discovering that his teammates did not bring any tools, would directly take out his Bo-Le-To and let them taste the wood warehouse.

So, this sentence is a test.

When did he show his flaws? Kitahara Yuki leaned back in his chair, and his light golden eyes with beauty contact lenses accurately met Gin's probing gaze through the rearview mirror.

Oh, it was when they just met, his expression was wrong, lazy and indifferent, which was Kitahara Yuki's own style.

At this time, how would Hase Hikaru answer?

"Useless temptation, please stop being so suspicious." Kitahara Yuki said with contempt, but there was no smile on his raised lips. A

short and deep laugh came from the back seat, followed by the click of a lighter, and the strong smell of tobacco invaded his nose in an extremely tough manner.

Gin praised in a voice without any fluctuation, "Good vigilance."

The bluish-white smoke slowly rose in the silent space until half an hour later.

The sharp sound of tires rubbing against the ground sounded, and the Mazda stopped at the door of Urashima Taro's villa. Kitahara Yuki couldn't wait to open the door.

The fresh air suddenly inhaled into his lungs made his slightly itchy throat feel much better.

"Urashima Taro, this name sounds familiar." Kitahara Yuki breathed steadily, glanced at the villa on the top of the mountain, and then set his sights on the stone bridge not far away.

——This is the only way down the mountain.

A subtle feeling of a snowstorm villa.

"A legend," said Toru Amuro as he walked, his eyes scanning the surroundings of the villa: "Urashima Taro saved a bullied turtle, and the turtle took Taro to the Dragon Palace to repay him.

The goddess of the Dragon Palace gave him a jade box and warned him not to open it. When Taro returned to land, he found that a hundred years had passed in the world on the shore..."

Toru Amuro paused, and continued: "His appearance had not changed at all, but after opening the jade box, he turned into an old man with white hair. And Urashima Taro's villa was built by the descendants of the legend." Kitahara

Yuki paused for a moment. Things related to immortality, even if they are outrageous folk tales, the organization boss must find out the truth.

Kitahara Yuki paused slightly, turned his head to look at Gin, and sighed, "An old man with a very childlike heart."

"Don't do unnecessary things." Gin's voice rang out almost the next second after Kitahara Yuki finished speaking, and his warning gaze fell on Kitahara Yuki without any concealment.

Kitahara Yuki sneered. Leaning against the wall, he glanced at Vodka who came forward to knock on the door, and quickly shifted his gaze to the two cars parked at the door.

One was a Chevrolet.

The other was an old Volkswagen, and there were obvious creases on the four seats of the car mat. Obviously, there were four guests in the car who visited the villa like them ten minutes ago.

Kitahara Yuki's eyes swept across the driver's seat filled with used tissues, and finally stopped at the distance between the seat and the center console.

The driver was sloppy, about 175cm tall and weighing 70kg. He was a middle-aged man. The decorations in the car were very tasteful and even expensive. Why would he drive such a shabby car?

As for the co-driver...

his shoulder was suddenly pressed down, and Kitahara Yuki kept his expression unchanged and retracted his thoughts. He didn't even look back.

The faint smell of tobacco was gin.

"I don't like physical contact with people I don't have a good relationship with."

"Heh."

Vodka looked at the two people who were arguing with each other and cold sweat broke out on his forehead. He said, "Let's go in."

The inorganic light golden eyes and the fierce dark green eyes looked at Vodka at the same time.

"Nagging!"

They said in unison!

Vodka swallowed his saliva, not knowing whether to admire the tacit understanding between the two or to lower his neck first. Fortunately, the two had already walked into the villa.

As the sound of heels hitting the floor rang out, Kitahara Yuki's eyes quickly swept across the interior of the villa. It was like a square folded in the middle line. Even the placement of the vases was an obvious middle line design.

The four of them sat down on the sofa, and the slightly downturned corners of the villa owner's mouth caught Kitahara Yuki's sight.

Oh, the asymmetry of the four seats made this guy unhappy.

Toru Amuro whispered, "It has the obvious symmetrical style of British classical architecture, and severe obsessive-compulsive disorder."

Kitahara Yuki nodded, and her light golden eyes with contact lenses reflected the tuxedo butler holding eight invitations in his hands. The four guests in the car plus them made up exactly eight people, so whose car was the other one?

It was a very ordinary Chevrolet, which obviously did not meet the aesthetics of the villa. It was not the villa owner and butler's car.

The villa was very clean but there were no servants, which meant that they hired cleaners on a regular basis, but they did not hire any today, and it was not a staff car.

Whose car was it?

Curiosity and mystery drove Kitahara Yuki's brain to work quickly, and he now needed coffee to soothe his wildly beating nerves.

But the villa owner did not give him this opportunity.

"Everyone, have a good rest tonight. I hope to see you in the living room at eight o'clock tomorrow morning." The villa owner's voice was elongated at the end, and the voice that sounded like an ode attracted everyone's attention very well. "The mystery of longevity is waiting for you to solve it."

- A strong desire to perform.

Kitahara Yuki glanced indifferently at the upturned corners of the villa owner's mouth, refused Amuro Toru who came over, and walked towards his room.

The sky gradually darkened, and the retro crystal chandelier showed its presence through the orange-yellow light. Kitahara Yuki could see the flying snow in the sky and the car under the dim light through the window of the guest room.

The Chevrolet through the glass was a little shady, which did not help to solve the mystery. After hesitating for three seconds, he grabbed the coat on the back of the chair and walked out.

The trunk of the Chevrolet had been opened, and the snow on the frame was dispersing in a linear pattern. An object similar to a rectangle was taken out of the trunk.

The bass bag containing the sniper's kit?

He walked around to the driver's seat and shook off the snow on the window. The situation inside the car was displayed to Kitahara Yuki through the misty window. The scene of the man sitting in the driver's seat emerged in his mind.

Male, 25-30 years old, 180-185 cm tall, with strong hands-on ability and anti-reconnaissance ability, and received official professional training. FBI, MI6, CIA, Japanese Public Security?

There are too few clues to distinguish.

With a sigh, Kitahara Yuki, who was sure that no other information could be obtained, straightened up, turned around and left. When he raised his eyes, he saw Gin standing in the snow.

The flying snowflakes fell on Mr. Killer's top hat and shoulders. His muscles were tense, and his whole figure was like a black panther with his back arched about to hunt. His pair of dark green eyes stared at Kitahara Yuki secretly.

How long had he been watching there?

Kitahara Yuki's heart trembled, recalling his reaction after entering the villa.

Obviously Xiaoguang doesn't have such a strong desire to explore. Is this car a trap? Designed by Gin?

No, it's not. Gin didn't have the time to do this.

"Is it fun to follow me?" Kitahara Yuki relaxed his muscles and leaned lazily on the car. He spoke slowly and carelessly.

There was no expression on Gin's face. He controlled the muscles on his face perfectly, and even the curvature of his lips did not change. This made Kitahara Yuki unable to read Gin's thoughts at the moment.

The two of them stood in this position, facing each other, and the snowflakes sparkled in the dim light.

Until a wooden door sound broke through the dark night, the two returned to the villa one after the other.

"Something happened." Vodka strode towards Gin.