Coroner Coroner

"I don't like money at all, I'm not interested in money..."

Gin was still silent.

Vodka gritted his teeth fiercely, and finally spoke the truth without hesitation:

"If I really betrayed the organization, then I should be the first one to sell that bastard Chartre..."

"Vodka!"

Gin finally cast a cold glance:

"What time is it now?"

"Also mention the grievances between you and Chater!"

"Oh?" Except for Miss Curacao with a subtle expression.

Keir, Bourbon, and Ireland all raised their ears curiously:

Chartres, that mysterious Chartres again.

From what it means, Vodka seems to have some grievances with him?

The undercover agents were all very curious about this.

But it is a pity that Vodka will no longer mention Chartler's name wisely.

He was just like a nagging old woman, weak and pitiful, repeating his feeble excuse over and over again:

"Brother, I don't have it, I really don't... Curacao she..."

"There is something wrong with her information!"

"..."

"Okay, okay." Ireland interrupted him impatiently.

He not only gave vodka a disdainful glance, but also directly pointed the finger at the gin who had remained silent all along:

"Ginjiu, what are you hesitating about?"

"Vodka has been the only guy who has the conditions to commit the crime from the beginning, and now Curacao has brought back such reliable evidence from the police department..."

"You're still hesitating here—"

"Just because he is your subordinate and has some friendship with you?"

The words of Ireland are heartbreaking:

"Think about it:"

"If it's me, or Bourbon and Keir, that's being handcuffed here."

"Gin Jiu, will you still act so 'gentle'?!"

Gin was speechless.

Ireland is right...

If someone else had been accused of being the insider, there would have been no need for Curacao to confront him.

The text message that Curacao sent back before was enough for Gin to kill directly.

But now, it was his younger brother Vodka's turn to be suspected.

He began to soften his heart and couldn't bear to shoot.

This kind of double standard of treatment, which is clearly showing favoritism, is really hard to convince the public.

Now being publicly pointed out by Ireland makes Gin even more difficult to get off the stage.

"Feel sorry…"

Gin let out a long sigh.

He finally took out his gun slowly, aiming the muzzle at the man who once fought side by side with him:

"Vodka."

"Brother..." Vodka begged tearfully.

But Gin's finger still squeezed the trigger tightly.

"no, do not want…"

Pull the trigger slowly.

"Big—brother—!"

Gin: "..."

The trigger was never pulled.

"What?" Ireland mocked very bluntly: "Did you forget how to use a gun?"

"Shut up!" Qin Jiu sipped murderously.

He arbitrarily stopped the execution, but he didn't completely put down the gun pointing at the vodka:

"Vodka, I'll give you 1 minutes."

"You said you're not an insider—"

"Then give me a reasonable argument to prove your innocence!"

Let the suspect himself prove his innocence, otherwise he will be suspected of guilt. Of course, this will not work in the judicial process.

But for the murderous Qin Jiu, this is the kindness he has never shown.

Except for vodka, no one has ever been able to win such an extra minute of precious time under his gun.

"Brother...thank you!"

The vodka finally couldn't help wetting his eyes.

He knew that this was the last chance his elder brother left for him.

But this 1 minutes is not long after all.

Soon, there are only 1 seconds left in 50 minutes, 30 seconds, 10 seconds...

10, 9, 8, 7, 6, 5...

Gin's finger squeezed the trigger again.

"and many more!"

Vodka seems to have grasped at straws.

At the last moment of his life, a gleam of inspiration finally flashed through his dull mind:

"This ghost can't be me!"

"Although I seem to have the most conditions to commit the crime, I am most likely to betray everyone's hiding place this morning."

"But in fact, I'm the one who has the least conditions to commit a crime!"

Vodka took the time to explain:

"Brother, you want to:"

"The hiding places of our three action teams were temporarily determined before the operation this morning."

"Even I didn't know where our three teams were hiding until after the operation began."

"And from then on, until we were surrounded and ambushed, and then I was imprisoned here..."

"I've always been by your side, big brother!"

"Have I sent a message to the outside world, have I reported our location to the Japanese public security, don't you know?"

Vodka excitedly grabbed the sleeve of gin, and pitifully defended himself:

But Gin just replied with a cold face:

"I am not sure."

"Because... I'm so relieved of you."

Because he was too reassured about vodka, he never paid attention to beware of vodka.

At that time, Vodka was still sitting in the front driver's seat.

Even if he did do something small, it would be hard to see from the backseat.

In short, under the blessing of absolute trust, even if Vodka really sent a letter by his side, he might not be able to detect it.

But vodka... probably failed his trust.

"I really don't!"

Vodka hurriedly continued to add:

"Brother, even if I dare to secretly contact the outside world by your side and report our hiding place to the Japanese police."

"Then to communicate with the outside world, there should also be a sending device!"

"But brother, you checked everything on me yourself later:"

"Except for a mobile phone, I don't have any other devices that can send messages to the outside world!"

"You can also take that mobile phone and let the technicians check it to see if I secretly contacted the outside world at that time."

"Oh." Vodka didn't finish speaking.

Ireland chuckled maliciously:

"Vodka, who knows if you dropped the signaling device halfway?"

"If you can't find it now, can it prove that you didn't have it at the time?"

"You?!" Vodka's face turned blue and purple: "Then you can't prove that I had a sending device in my hand at that time!"

"so what?"

"We're not judges."

"Shooting a traitor on reasonable suspicion—"