But they didn't know that behind the dark glass, two pairs of cold eyes were looking at them.
The carriage was filled with smoke. Both gin and vodka are smokers, especially gin...
He always smokes a cigarette, and is known as the human-shaped self-propelled steelmaking furnace - the chimney.
The smog floating over Tokyo was all pumped out by him.
"Brother."
After adding more density to the smoke, Vodka asked:
"Why do you want to let that kid Sakaki Makoto participate in the transaction the day after tomorrow?"
"We have already arranged the manpower."
"Do we want to let him get in touch with the organization's business in advance?"
Gin held a cigarette in his mouth, looked at the pedestrians outside the window, and lowered his chair:
"It wouldn't hurt to get him exposed to the business of the organization sooner."
"From what I've seen so far, his loyalty is fine."
"We were short of manpower a few days ago, so we need to quickly cultivate some new forces."
"But that boy Sakaki Makoto only followed us for the money."
Vodka pulled up the handbrake and took his foot off the brake, intending to stop here for a while:
"If the Metropolitan Police Department offers a higher price, it's inevitable that he will betray us..."
"You are wrong."
Gin laughed grimly:
"The loyalty that can be bought with money is the most trustworthy!"
"We will listen to whoever pays more. Isn't this the kind of talent we want?"
"Because the thing we have the most is money!"
Vodka suddenly understood and showed a look of realization:
"I understand!"
"Brother, you just want Sakaki Makoto to get in touch with the transactions within the organization!"
"This way, he will know how lucrative our business is."
"I will never choose to betray us!"
Gin nodded:
"Yes, you finally understood."
"Hahaha!"
Vodka Ecstasy:
"Brother is wise!"
"I don't think that kid Sakaki Makoto can escape from our grasp!"
Just as Vodka was laughing uncontrollably, a patrol car suddenly stopped nearby.
The familiar traffic policewoman got off the car, took out a familiar notebook, wrote something with a familiar pen, and then...
Bang!
A familiar ticket was taped to the car window.
Vodka's ecstatic expression suddenly froze on his face, and his smile gradually disappeared...
The familiar traffic policewoman complained as she returned to the patrol car:
"Oh my god, it's this car again!"
"Don't you know you can't park here?!"
"Well, Yumi, don't be angry."
Another traffic policewoman smiled and said:
"They are here to help us achieve our sales goals!"
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