Chapter 2439 2451 [Gin: Akai Shuichi! ] Ask for monthly ticket ()
The other side.
Gin had finished overtime early and was about to go back to the base to rest when he noticed the vibration of his cell phone and couldn't help but press his eyebrows.
He thought there was another urgent task for him to deal with, but when he turned on the screen, what popped up was a letter from Uzo.
Gin: “…”
...It doesn't seem to be getting any better.
By the way, why did Wuzo contact him at this time? Judging from Vodka's reaction, this guy seemed to have solved two cases in a row today. Could it be that he hadn't had enough fun?
As he thought about it, he frowned and opened the email.
Then I saw the two short lines of text above: [I have run out of bullets, my boss said that I should ask the organization to reimburse all that can be reimbursed, you see...]
"?" Gin's eyes jumped: Bourbon, that bastard, is teaching nonsense all day long. Sooner or later, he will find a way to kill him.
No, wait.
After a busy day, Gin calmed himself down, moved his tired gaze away from the conspicuous word "boss" and looked at another place.
……bullet?
What bullet?
What does it mean when it’s used up?
A few flashes of thought flashed through my mind, and in an instant I pieced together the truth.
The veins on Gin's forehead throbbed. He picked up the phone expressionlessly, pressed the dial button hard, and asked in a cold voice: "Did you shoot?"
Vodka, who was feeling sleepy next to him, heard this and sat up straight with a start: "?!"
shot?
What shot?
"From the expression on Brother Gin's face, the person who sent the message just now seems to be Uzo, but as far as I know, Brother Gin definitely didn't approve him to carry a gun with him. The only gun that kid had was stolen from me." Vodka's mind raced, and he suddenly came to a horrifying conclusion, "Did that little bastard use my gun to shoot outside!?"
Each gun has its own unique trajectory, and the gun can be roughly identified by the shell casings and bullets dropped at the scene. If Uzo really used up all the bullets in the gun and there was no trace of recovery, then wouldn't his vodka be...
"Don't worry." The young colleague opposite seemed to guess what they were worried about and comforted them in a gentle voice, "It's another gun."
Vodka, who was trying to get closer to eavesdrop, breathed a sigh of relief when he heard this.
Then he sucked it all back in.
"Another gun? What another gun? How could that little bastard tell such a creepy ghost story in such a calm tone?!" Vodka's heart skipped a beat. "And just like a beast will add human flesh to its diet once it bites a human... Now that the guy has tasted the wonderful taste of shooting, I'm afraid he will be unstoppable in the future. In the future, when I'm near him, in addition to various murders, do I have to be on guard against him raising his hand to shoot me?"
Thinking about the bleak future, Vodka's eyes went dark and he fell into the driver's seat.
But he soon remembered something, stood up again, and looked at Gin expectantly: Oh, and there's Big Brother! As long as Big Brother confiscates all the weapons from that guy and gives him a stern warning...
Next to him, Gin did not ignore this point and opened his mouth to say something.
"I know my limits. The source of the gun is absolutely safe." The other party interrupted them, "Let's not talk about whether the police can find the shell. Even if they do, this matter will not involve the organization at all. Compared to this, did you watch the news just now?"
Gin listened to the pleasant tone in the receiver with a suspicious look on his face. After a moment, he turned his head and looked at Vodka.
"!" Vodka understood immediately and opened his notebook, searching seriously: In fact, he had received a prompt just now, knowing that Uzo must have caused some trouble again and was on the news, but because he was distracted several times before and was warned by his elder brother Gin, he had to hold back and did not watch it at the first time.
"I don't know if Brother Gin will turn a blind eye after this incident and let me just sit around and do nothing... let me just collect information about that guy." Vodka murmured in his mind as he clattered away on the keyboard, sparks flying. "I've said it before, we can't relax for even a moment when facing this kind of dangerous person..."
While Vodka was busy checking the news, Gin, who was standing next to him, was not completely distracted by the news.
"Unless you become a cop, there is no gun that is absolutely safe." He asked coldly, "Where did you get that gun?"
The well-informed Black Organization cadres thought very long-term: Even if they took the gun from Uzo this time, as long as the channel was still there, there would be a next time sooner or later.
Therefore, it is better to ask the source directly and cut off that channel.
However, his intimidating tone was completely unable to break through the other party's psychological defenses through the phone.
Gin didn't hear any useful answers from the receiver. He only heard a familiar chuckle and a line that sounded familiar: "Shh, don't ask too many questions. Young people have their own secrets."
“…”
Gin took a second to finally recall where the familiarity in Uzo's tone came from: "..." That bastard Vermouth, instead of spreading her mysticism, she might as well teach him some disguise... No, forget it. It may not be a good thing for Uzo to master too many skills. Even if I want to teach him, I have to wait until his mind is stable.
Otherwise, considering how bad that guy was, he was very worried that Wuzo would take advantage of the situation one day and disguise himself as him, and then ask Vodka to reveal all the strongholds he knew.
Just as I was about to continue asking, the typing sound of the keyboard next to me suddenly stopped.
Gin turned to look at Vodka and saw the assistant's twitching eyes and an extremely complicated expression.
"What did the news say?" He put his phone aside for the moment and took the notebook. "Let me see."
The small interface has been split into four small sections by the diligent Vodka Assistant, one of which is a live broadcast in progress: a reporter is standing in front of the Tokyo Tower, speaking something quickly, behind her is a cloud of smoke and debris left over from the explosion, and the shape of a sports car can be vaguely seen inside.
The other split screen contained a large amount of text, which was the case report that the sharp reporters had quickly written and uploaded.
The other screens were all playing the "sports car falling from the building replay" in a loop, which were relatively clear images selected from the videos uploaded by onlookers.
Gin looked at the messy scene and frowned deeply: From any angle, this is inconsistent with the organization's covert and low-key action policy.
He took the phone and was about to speak.
However, at this moment, his eyes paused and fell on a parachutist who was slowly falling from the air after the sports car fell.
(End of this chapter)
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