Jiang Lai didn't know what Amuro Toru was planning, but he didn't intend to just sit there and watch and wait for death.

He had already hacked into the system here and specially set up several shortcut keys just in case of emergency, such as at this moment - he didn't need to take out his mobile phone to operate it. He just had to remember those temporary shortcut keys in his mind and press them according to memory.

The sudden flash of light coupled with the momentary darkness can cause temporary blinding effects on the eyes, which is imaginable.

While Fukuyama Junshima and his bodyguards on the opposite side were temporarily unable to see clearly, Little Mianyang Jiang Lai moved quickly and poured several high-alcohol cocktails that he had noticed on the table into the water glass.

Toru Amuro is an excellent teammate. He noticed the movements of the little sheep and raised and put down the glass perfectly in coordination. The barely perceptible swallowing sound amid the noise of the crowd created the image that he was stubbornly drinking even in the dark.

Jiang Lai's hands were extremely fast. He calculated the time in his mind while paying attention to the expression of Fukuyama Jundao opposite him. He stopped before the other's vision recovered, tightened the water glass, and then continued to stand aside, switching states in a second to reveal a helpless expression, and then pressed the shortcut key with his other hand to restore the lights in the bar.

The lights suddenly came on again, dazzling people again. Fukuyama Junshima cursed a few words in his heart, shielded the light with his hands, blinked his eyes and finally regained his clarity, and turned his gaze back to the pair of neighbor brothers in front of him.

The blond-haired, dark-skinned man closed his eyes and raised and lowered his glass like a machine. There were already many empty goblets on the table. He had just drunk a lot in one gulp during the dark period. He was a little weak and impatient at this moment, so he was much slower in raising his glass to drink.

The boy with brown curly hair beside him seemed to have not recovered from the flickering light. His dark eyes blinked quickly, slightly moist, and his eyelashes trembled slightly, making him look even more pitiful. He held the water cup tightly in his hand, as if this could give him some strength.

Fushan Jundao swept the tall glasses on the table, many of which were high-alcohol cocktails that had been drunk up. Under the restored light, the little liquid left on the wall and bottom of the glass had an ambiguous and cold luster, as if telling the fate of the neighboring brothers - of course, this was just Fushan Jundao's thoughts, a kind of self-intoxication and satisfied reading understanding.

In fact, behind the disguised disadvantageous appearance of Amuro Toru and Jiang Lai, I was wondering how the mission target would be handled later.

Logically speaking, the organization's initial arrangement of such a low-key approach was probably due to the information situation on the key object. After the investigation is completed, this target will probably be eliminated by the organization as well.

Ah, so, the corpse is smiling, the corpse is talking.

Amuro Toru felt the vibration of his phone in his pocket and guessed that Curacao had completed the mission. So he drank faster, and seemed to have given up, but also seemed to have finally seen hope, and drank the remaining few glasses in one gulp!

In fact, since Xiao Mianyang Jianglai secretly cleaned up those high-alcohol cocktails, the few left on the table are not worth mentioning - even if they fall into the stomach and will become mixed wine, because most of their ingredients are drinks, the degree of the mixture is not high.

Both public security officer Furuya Rei and organization member Bourbon have received professional alcohol training. Even if they drink this low-concentration cocktail mix in its entirety, they will feel more full than drunk.

——Of course, you still have to pretend on the surface.

Toru Amuro's acting skills are naturally unleashed.

The blond man put down the last cocktail heavily. There was still a thin layer of liquid in it. He probably couldn't finish it. He blinked his purple-gray eyes hard, as if to make his dizzy eyes clearer. His tongue was slightly tangled, but he still spoke in a deep voice: "...Is it okay?"

"Of course." Fukuyama Junshima still had a kind smile on his face, and he glanced at Amuro Toru who was sitting opposite him.

Although the other party was trying to stand up straight and look very imposing, he could see the soft and drunken posture beneath the tough attitude.

Hmm...will you still have enough thinking ability and resistance in this situation?

Fukuyama Junshima crossed his hands under his chin, and glanced at the brown-haired boy with his cloudy blue eyes. The boy didn't seem to know that his brother was drunk, and a look of joy appeared on his childish face: "Great, Amuro-nii!"

The blond man put one hand on the table and supported himself to stand up. He took a deep breath, as if he wanted to inhale oxygen to clear his dizzy mind. However, he still staggered a little when he stepped back, and the little sheep supported him quickly with concern.

"Are you okay?" The little sheep Jiang Lai held Amuro Toru's arm and looked over with dark eyes that contained concern and trust.

Oh, how pitiful. Fukuyama Junshima still sat in his seat, the curve of his cheeks deepened a little. It seemed that he had no idea that his brother was no longer able to protect him and himself.

——And I will teach Watanabe-kun about the dangers of adults.

"...It's okay." The blond man pretended to be relaxed. He smiled again and ruffled the other's soft brown curly hair with a soothing tone, "Don't worry. Let's go home."

"Please wait a moment."

Fukuyama Junshima once again tried to stop him, causing Toru Amuro to frown: "Do you want to regret this? We have already finished all the cocktails."

"NO, NO, NO, don't get excited." Fukuyama Jundao stood up casually, straightened his khaki jacket, and then walked over. "It's just that you don't seem to be in a good condition now. Why don't you two go to my room and rest for a while?"

He suggested in a friendly tone, with a wrinkled smile on his face. He stretched out his hand and wanted to put it on the shoulder of the little sheep Jiang Lai, but Jiang Lai dodged it without leaving a trace.

The blond man refused outright: "No thanks." He grabbed the little sheep's hand and walked away, but stopped after a few steps, his body slightly paused, as if he was suppressing the urge to dizzy or vomit.

"Amuro-nii-san?"

The blond man heard the other party's soft voice and forced himself to pull himself together, grabbing the lamb and leaving. Although his steps were a little shaky, he was able to walk relatively smoothly with the lamb supporting him.

Fukuyama Junshima stopped where he was. He watched the two go away with a smile on his face, but he was not in a hurry. His tone was calm and mixed with a bit of joy. He said, "They won't go far. Give them some time. You stay where you are and wait for my instructions. I can catch up by myself."

From the backs of Toru Amuro and Xiaomianyang Jianglai, they still looked like drunkards and neighbor's younger brothers, but from the front, their expressions were calm and their eyes were clear.

Standing a distance away from the small round table, with his back to Fukuyama Junshima and the others, Amuro Toru whispered, "I just received news. It may be a new instruction from Curacao."

"Let me take a look." Jiang Lai held the water cup in one hand and pretended to support Amuro Toru, while with the other hand he took out his cell phone and opened the email inside.

"Indeed. Curacao said that the information has been recorded. After analysis, it was found that this person is no longer useful to the organization. He had thought about betraying the organization before. In the end, he was led to a place with few people and eliminated in secret."

As intelligence personnel and technical personnel, the two of them should not need to personally participate in clearing the mission targets. However, at this time, the two of them were obviously willing to participate.

"Ah... a perfect solution." After hearing the organization's plan, Amuro Toru narrowed his eyes, and the smile on his lips became a little dangerous. "Is that guy still following us?"

"Yes." Little Sheep Jiang Lai used the mirror of the bar to look at the situation behind him and vaguely noticed the silhouette of familiar clothes. "What about the bodyguard?"

"That guy probably wouldn't let his bodyguards follow him. After all, he has things he wants to do." Amuro Toru analyzed calmly, with a cold smile in his purple-gray eyes, "--He will have to pay the price for his greed and malice."

Jiang Lai: I see. Are human oil products going to be sanctioned?

"Let's go, hold hands, and blow up the oil fields!" The soft voice of the little sheep is like a joyful note.

"...Don't get excited about this kind of thing, Ice Wine." There was a hint of helplessness in Toru Amuro's brewing anger and contemplation.

The bar was very large, and with the dim and flashing colorful lights and the exciting and noisy dance music, the little sheep felt a little lost.

A few beads of sweat oozed from his forehead, and the blond man next to him was already groggy and in a semi-asleep state.

The brown-haired boy thought for a moment and seemed to be planning to take his brother to the bathroom to wash his face and sober up. So he pulled him along and turned into the long corridor with few people to find the bathroom.

This is the bar's room location, each room has a bathroom. Of course, there is also a public bathroom in the back for the public to use.

Jiang Lai turned the corner, took one last glance with the corner of his eyes to make sure that the old pervert from the oil field was still following them, and then stepped into the bathroom.

The cocktail in the water cup also came in handy at this moment, used to create the smell of alcohol on the scene and on the body. Little sheep Jiang Lai happily turned on the tap, squeezed the water cup, and looked at Amuro Toru, confirming the subsequent script interpretation.

Fukuyama Junshima kept his eyes on the lamb, noticing its direction of movement. He smiled like a hunter watching his ignorant prey fall into a trap. He put his hands in his pockets and followed with ease.

Before he even turned into the restroom, he could already hear the sound of water and the faint smell of alcohol. Fukuyama Junshima walked in happily.

He raised his eyes and saw the little sheep supporting the blond man, trying to use cool water to make him more clear-headed, but Amuro Toru still had his eyes half closed and his consciousness was unclear.

"Are you okay?" Fukuyama Junshima stared at the little sheep with half-cloudy eyes. Noticing the boy's body tensed up when he heard the voice, he smiled and said in a deep voice, "Don't be nervous, Watanabe-kun."

"I'm here to help you."

Author's words: Jiang Lai: Sacrificing oneself to blow up the oil field (bushi)

Amuro Toru: :-D

Fukuyama Junshima: Don't be nervous, I'm here to help you.

Jiang Lai: In a sense, it is true. (A gift of a thousand miles is a token of deep affection ×)