Apart from the people who stayed awake all night, Matsue Shigure slept well. When he woke up, he even stretched his body and threw his pillow directly to the ground.
"Huh?" Songjiang Shiyu sat up in a daze, only to find that the chain on his hand had been taken off at some point, and there was a plate of steaming breakfast next to him.
He sighed without any emotion: "Is it the salted fish girl who came to help?"
The system was hit by a system bug yesterday, so it was forced to undergo maintenance at night. It has only just woken up now to accompany Songjiang Shiyu.
The system, which finally regained its vitality, complained: "You have read too many fairy tales... Wait, why is she called the Salted Fish Girl? Isn't she the Snail Girl?"
——Because I like it.
The player ignored his desire for salted fish and stared at the plate of breakfast seriously, teasing the system in his mind: "I guess Gin is serving me food with a half-hearted attitude, but his words are not good enough. Oh, could he be a pervert in silence?"
The system thought of that scene and couldn't help but gasp: "You might as well believe that there is poison in it."
Gin was jointly persecuted by Vodka and Matsue Shigure last night. The fact that he didn't explode on the spot showed that he had the calmness honed from being a killer. How could he possibly deliver food so early in the morning!
So scary!
The system panics.
Matsue Shigure opened the comic and saw Vermouth's delicate face as soon as he flipped through it.
Half an hour ago, a certain Thousand-Faced Witch pried open the door in one go. She walked slowly to the sleeping Matsue Shigure, with a complex emotion on her face.
"It's really troublesome..." She leaned down slightly and complained softly, "I don't know why you are so likable."
Her pale fingertips hovered in front of the young man's pale face, and finally moved away slowly. Then she squatted down and shook something, and the chain was removed directly.
Bermode went out quietly again and pushed the door open again, holding a steaming breakfast in his hand.
Finally, she stood in front of Matsue Shigure, kissed him with her red lips, and blew him a kiss: "Good luck!"
[Ahhh! It's Sister Bei! Can Song Haihai's fish pond still be expanded now? What does that phrase "lovable" mean? (Rubbing hands)]
[Who can not love this cute and sharp-tongued little cripple? If you don’t bully him until he cries, you’d be doing a disservice to everyone’s pants (dog head)]
[What pants do you want?! I don’t have any pants in front of Shigure!]
[Tsk, you said that, Songjiang took off all her clothes and cried miserably in my arms at night]
[How many dishes go with the cephalexin upstairs?]
[Calm down! Beijie’s favorites are Xiao Ke and the others. Songjiang didn’t show any familiarity with her before, so they should just be casual friends. She suddenly showed up to deliver food, could it be a severed head meal? (Shocked)]
[? ? Severed head rice? ]
[And suddenly he said good luck to you. Is Song Jiangjiang going to be shot today? ? When will the police academy team steal someone?! ]
[Stealing is OK]
[Could it be a trap? They deliberately cut the chain to see if Songjiang would escape. If he did, the organization would completely tear off the fig leaf and take action, which could also be considered as a way to appease Bourbon and Yule.]
Moreover, the organization can also threaten Sister Xiaozi and the others. With Songjiang’s personality, he is totally capable of exchanging himself for another! ]
[Calm down, calm down. That's not the case. The Red Team should have protected the people involved long ago. I'm worried that Songjiang can't even walk now, so how can he run?!]
[Also, what about Xiao Ke and Akai? They can’t be dividing the water after the final battle, right?]
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"Okay, it's done." After putting away his umbrella and getting in the car, Bermode held his chin up to the blond man sitting in the driver's seat, "Bourbon, you already know that Songjiang Xun is also an A, do you still like him?"
The blond-haired, dark-skinned man casually tapped the steering wheel with his fingers, staring at the moving windshield wipers, and said in a flat tone: "Are you curious about my gossip?"
"Nonono, I was just wondering, how come you and Yul both like A, and you two still have such a good relationship?"
Vermouth really wanted to know what was going on in this strange triangle. She raised her eyebrows in surprise and said, "It's impossible that the three of you have reached a consensus?"
Bourbon smiled wryly: "Guess?"
"But I just thought, since he's going to die soon anyway, I might as well make him feel better." Bourbon restrained his smile, his expression indifferent but with a hint of cruelty, "If he was just a simple Songjiang Xunye, a waiter in a cafe, I wouldn't mind hiding it from him for the rest of my life, but--"
"But that guy's identity is more complicated than ours." Bermode also said with some regret, "When I first met him, I felt that gentleman made a wrong decision."
Songjiang Shigure has never been an easy persimmon to be bullied. He will show weakness and lie low, just like a seed hidden under a rock, accumulating strength to break through the rock at any time.
Bourbon said calmly: "A has also done a lot for the organization."
"That's right," Bermode replied, unable to help but laughing, "but compared to the damage he caused - it's not worth it."
Just think about it, he let Akai Shuichi run away back then, and now he has lost Rum and most of Tokyo's activity territory. Karasuma Renya was shocked and angry. He tossed and turned all night, wishing he could tear Matsue Shigure into pieces.
But for the ultimate goal, Karasuma Renya has to endure it and help the enemy heal.
How interesting.
Bermode smiled sarcastically in his heart.
"Why would you send him porridge?" Vermouth was a little curious. "If Gin knew about this, I wouldn't want to be misunderstood."
Bourbon shrugged. "I just saw it on the street and bought it casually. Do you think Yule brought it?"
Bermode smiled and said, "Oh, you found me."
In fact, the porridge contained medicine made by Haibara Ai, which was used to neutralize the medicinal properties of Matsue Shigure and dilute the effect of the medicine that the organization had used again.
Although Furiya Rei knew that Matsue Shigure was just cooperating with them and acting under the organization's nose, his physical condition was not something he could act out. If he was still unable to walk, the difficulty of carrying out his plan would increase many times.
This afternoon...
"By the way." Bermode said suddenly, "You have been asking me when A will be taken away, haven't you?"
The blond man raised his eyes to look at her.
"It was this morning." The blonde witch smiled and shook her finger. "I delivered this last breakfast for you, Bourbon. You can rest assured now, right?"
Fūya Rei's expression did not change, but the hands at his sides could not help but shrink, and waves of shock rose in his heart.
This morning?!
They had obviously reacted so quickly: they planned to take advantage of the situation of "the police discovered the safe house" this afternoon to force Gin to abandon the safe house and move with Matsue Shigure.
With Karasuma Renya's quick reaction and the fact that the organization in Tokyo has few locations left for experiments, there is a high probability that we can sneak into his lair.
This plan is risky, but it is far better than acting passively. Furiya Rei had already arranged the personnel last night and was waiting to take action this afternoon.
How come it happened to be this morning?
No, wait, think about it carefully, Vermode would agree to help him deliver the food and unlock the chain, and there would be no need to worry about being suspected by the organization, because the time interval is too short and it would not affect the BOSS's plan at all.
This woman clearly intended to take everything off herself from the very beginning!
At this time, Furiya Rei was looking at the smiling Vermouth. The relaxation that he had originally felt because of the many times of cooperation and mutual leverage disappeared in an instant. His fingers twitched a few times and his anger grew even more intense.
Stay calm... there is still a chance for salvation.
At this moment, Furutani Rei's cell phone belonging to the organization "Bourbon" rang. He glanced at Vermouth and turned on the speaker directly.
"Bourbon." Morobushi Kagemitsu's voice came, with a strange tone, "Gin sent a message that the safe house where A is located has been discovered by the police. I will call Vermouth later. You intelligence team should hurry up and collect clues!"
Bermode's smile disappeared immediately: "Oh..."
She seems not so clean anymore.
Furuya Rei: “??? Are you sure?”
Wait, who found out?
Could it be that Yuya Kazami knows how to judge the situation better than any of them and directly starts a group on his own?
"I'll go first." Fūya Rei politely asked Vermouth to get out of the car, and while driving quickly, he took out his cell phone and called Kazami Yuya with a strange expression.
After a few minutes, he hung up the phone with a gloomy face and turned to call Kenji Hagiwara.
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On the other hand, the restarted system was still surprised: "Why did Belmode suddenly appear to help you? Host, when did you go fishing without telling me again? "
Matsue Shigure touched his chin thoughtfully: "Is her lock-picking skill similar to that of the Phantom Thief Kidd's family?"
System: “Is this the point?!”
The point is not important. He certainly knows why Bermode is here.
It can even be said that today is the day to do something big.
Songjiang Shiyu picked up the spoon with peace of mind and stirred the lean meat porridge in front of him, but just as the warm porridge touched his lips, the door was pushed open again.
The gust of wind carried the damp smell of blood and gunpowder, instantly dispelling the relaxed atmosphere in the room. Gin was soaking wet, his eyes were gloomy, and he had an unshakable murderous intent. He walked quickly, and pink water fell from his clothes as he walked.
Matsue Shigure quickly swallowed the porridge, raised his head, and was a little surprised: "Gin?"
Gin frowned and glanced at Matsue Shigure's wrist, which still had a red mark on it. His gaze paused on the porridge for a moment: "Did you drink it?"
Before Matsue Shigure could even open his mouth, Gin grabbed him by the waist and lifted him up, pressing his belly against his shoulder. The spoon in his hand was thrown out and fell onto the tray with a crisp "bang" sound.
Songjiang Shigure: “!!!” He took a bite!
"You'd better not drink anything of unknown origin, otherwise I might doubt your IQ."
Gin's tone was very cold, and a little impatient, and he walked out quickly carrying Matsue Shigure.
Songjiang Shiyu almost got sick from this. He suppressed his cough twice and said nothing about the bite he had taken: "What do you want to do now?"
Gin pushed the door open with one hand, and Matsue Shigure could then hear the clear sound of rain. The gloomy sky was full of cumulus clouds, without any light at all.
He raised his head subconsciously, and a drop of rain fell right into his eyes, soaked his eyelashes in the blink of an eye, and slid down his cheek.
It's a thunderstorm today.
【The thunder and lightning stunned him, which seemed to be an ominous sign.】
"This safe house was discovered by the cops."
Gin's voice was a little unclear in the rain. He carried Matsue Shigure and quickly shuttled through the shadows of the city, leaving no trace wherever he passed. Not only did he not ride in his beloved car, he also didn't see Vodka.
Matsue Shigure even suspected that this man was a fake. He reached out, grabbed Gin's long silver hair and pulled it down.
The man paused, and the hand holding Matsue Shigure suddenly tightened. Gin's forehead vein jumped: "Can you be more obedient?"
"Can you at least tell me where we are going?" The blond young man's tone was a little weak. This hanging posture made his brain a little congested, and his vision was black. "Running around like a headless fly is not your style."
Gin didn't respond to him because he had already heard a group of chaotic and hurried footsteps.
The man let out an impatient "tsk" and took out a gun from his gun bag, holding it in his hand, and fired a shot in the direction of the sound while crossing the gun. Immediately, a flower of blood splattered.
"Here!" Someone shouted something in English, and agents in black clothes rushed out. Suddenly, gunshots rang out, hitting obstacles with a clanging sound.
A bullet passed by the two of them, and Matsue Shigure's pupils shrank: "FBI?"
How could it be the FBI?
Gin's temples were throbbing and he felt an especially strong sense of crisis of being surrounded. Seeing that there was no way forward, he ran directly towards the abandoned high-rise building next to him.
"Can you be quiet now?" he said coldly, "If you don't want to die here!"
If it weren't for the burden of Matsue Shigure, Gin would have chosen to kill this group of people without hesitation instead of keeping a distance from them by taking advantage of the terrain.
"Give me a gun." The pale, thin hand dropped down, almost touching Gin's windbreaker pocket. Matsue Shigure's voice was particularly calm and firm at this moment, "You must have brought a spare gun."
To prevent accidents, Gin always has more than one weapon on him.
Gin paused on his way upstairs. He turned his head slightly and met the calm eyes of the blond young man.
"Don't dare? Don't you trust me?" Matsue Shigure blinked, revealed a mocking smile, and made a shooting gesture with both hands, aiming at Gin's back, "Are you still worried about me like this--"
A strand of messy hair fell to his lips, and he pushed it away with the tip of his tongue. The young man smiled and whispered, "Bong!"
Gin stared at the opening and closing lips, sneered, and handed the gun to him: "You can try."
—Shoot me.
He was confident that he could break Matsue Shigure's hand before he could do anything.
Or maybe the crazy gambler wants to open the market again.
Gin pulled out another pistol and held it in his left hand. He still tilted his head, and looked at the blond young man's slightly unfamiliar movements with his dark green eyes. He pulled out the magazine, reloaded the gun, opened the safety, adjusted his posture, and finally when the people below rushed up, he fired!
One shot, two shots, three shots! Bullets flew out, hitting the opponent's abdomen, shoulders and leg bones. The collision of people made a dull sound in the empty corridor, mixed with a few dirty words.
Gin's eyes swept over the bloodstains on the wall, and the smile in his dark green eyes was fleeting. He sneered, "What a dish."
He continued walking up. This ruined building complex was very large, with many passages between the broken walls. It was precisely because of its remoteness that Gin chose to use an ordinary-looking bungalow nearby as a safe house.
"It's been a long time since I touched a gun." The blond young man couldn't help rolling his eyes. His fingers touched the hot barrel of the gun and he pursed his lips.
A indeed did not have the talent of a sharpshooter. Gin did not pursue anything without knowing that Cheka was cheating. He followed the stairs on the other side and jumped directly from the second floor into the rain.
A black Porsche drove over from a distance and finally stopped in front of them. The window rolled down, revealing Vodka's face wearing sunglasses.
"Brother!" Vodka shouted hurriedly, "You——"
Gin opened the car door and stuffed Matsue Shigure, who was exhausted from playing bungee jumping with him, into the back seat. After pausing for a while, he also chose to sit in the back seat.
Vodka turned his head in surprise.
Gin said, "First drive and get rid of those cops, then go to a place you know the address of."
Vodka took one last look at Matsue Shigure, his expression showing obvious confusion, but he finally turned around and started the car.
"Gin... you fucking cough cough!"
The blond young man's face was as pale as paper, and he was leaning over and coughing with his hands on his hands.
"If you spit it out, I'll smear it on you."
Gin said calmly, he knew that if he said something like throwing it out of the car, Matsue Shigure would definitely choose to spit it out.
Matsue Shigure stared at him in disbelief, her dense eyelashes were soaked and stuck together, making her cobalt blue eyes look even rounder.
He held the gun in his hand, forced himself to sit up straight, and the first thing he did was to fasten his seat belt around himself without saying a word.
From beginning to end, he never asked where he would be taken.
Gin looked at his closed mouth and felt inexplicably happy. He asked in an ambiguous tone, "A, will you betray the organization?"
The blond young man was originally looking at the window, but when he heard this he turned around and asked, "If I betray the organization, where can I go?"
Where can A go? That's a really good question.
Gin narrowed his eyes: "Answer me."
"Gin, you are annoying. You keep asking this. Are you an undercover agent?"
Vodka in the front seat: "Ahem!"
The black Porsche dashed across the road, nimbly passing through the gaps, but more and more vehicles continued to pour towards them, apparently targeting them.
"Brother." Vodka said with a bitter face, "There are surveillance cameras everywhere. I may not have enough gas before I get rid of them."
Gin was like an emotionless party: "Get rid of it."
Vodka: "Big Brother! QAQ"
"Hey, you guys don't have a computer in this car, do you?"
Matsue Shigure held the car window with one hand, looking at Gin, like a real beggar: "Give me the computer."
The cigarette in Gin's pocket had become wet. He held the unlit cigarette in his mouth and looked at him again.
The cobalt blue eyes were still narrowed, and the smile on his face was faintly visible. The blond young man was like a golden fox wagging its tail, and even his tone was full of interest: "I dare not, don't trust me? Or - heh."
It's the same question as before.
However, just now it was within the scope of Gin's control, but now——
【Home is my home】
His pale lips were pursed, revealing a layer of bright redness, making them look a lot more rosy. Even though he didn't open his mouth, people could already understand what he meant.
Gin seemed to see the blond young man sitting at the other end of the card table, with a stacked poker card in front of him, waiting for his choice leisurely.
【Still betting? GIN.】
【Do you dare to gamble? GIN. 】
[It's addictive~]
"Vodka." After a sharp turn, Gin held the cigarette between his fingers and said casually, "Take out the computer and give it to him."