I, Kudo Shinichi, the rice flower death god

Fortunately, for a top killer like him, just two days without rest is nothing.

There will be no accidents caused by fatigue driving.

The modified black Porsche 356A is as fast as other sports cars on the highway when driven.

In less than half an hour, we had arrived within Tokyo.

But just as Gin entered the urban area of ​​Tokyo, he suddenly braked and stopped.

A figure stumbled from the roadside and fell in front of the car, blocking his way.

Is this a scam? !

Gin subconsciously came up with this idea.

If he had been in another remote place, he would have stepped on the accelerator and run over the person who fell in front of the car.

But this is one of the most prosperous areas in Tokyo. Not only are there many pedestrians on the roadside, but the monitoring equipment beside the street is also very complete.

If he really did this, not only might he attract the attention of the police, but his Porsche 356A would probably no longer be allowed to appear in Sakura Country.

Holding back the murderous intention that gradually emerged, Gin put the reverse gear on and prepared to bypass this person.

No matter if the other party is a porcelain person or someone else who needs help.

He has no intention of wasting time here.

Especially the pedestrians on the roadside have a faint tendency to come around to watch the fun and eat melons.

But what Gin didn't expect was that before he could turn the steering wheel, a hand was placed on the hood of the vehicle.

Then a very familiar face emerged.

Once upon a time, this naive face was by his side almost all the time.

But in an explosion, he never saw each other again, not even the body!

Even for Gin, who had killed countless people and was ruthless, he felt a little sad after his younger brother who had been with him for many years left.

Occasionally whispering that name is the best proof.

"Vodka? 々¨!"

But now, when the silly little brother appeared in front of him again, Gin hesitated.

"Ani! I finally found you!"

Vodka, who got up from the ground, also walked to the car window, with the same naive smile on his face.

"Get in the car first!"

Gin knew very well that now was not the time to talk, so he unlocked the car door and greeted his younger brother.

There are already many pedestrians on the roadside focusing their attention here. If they stay for a while longer, the patrol police or traffic police patrolling nearby will probably come looking for them.

……

After driving away from the bustling area, Gin drove his car in all directions, from the spacious streets to a deserted pier.

After stopping the car, he was silent for two seconds, then with a sharp look in his eyes, he took out a gun from his arms and pointed it at the forehead of Vodka, who was sitting in the passenger seat.

"Tell me! What's going on!"

Not as a question, but with an unquestionable command, he spoke coldly.

"Th-Things are like this..."

Facing this familiar murderous aura, Vodka swallowed subconsciously.

If he had taken off his sunglasses, Gin would have definitely noticed the panic in his eyes instantly.

As an undercover agent, although Vodka is not as skilled in acting as others, he has a little trick of his own.

That means wearing sunglasses almost all the time.

Sunglasses, in addition to enhancing the human eye's ability to adapt to light, can also play a role in concealing the eyes.

You must know that the eyes are the windows to the soul. Many times, people’s inner thoughts and emotions are reflected in their eyes.

Wearing sunglasses is equivalent to preventing others from observing your inner world.

Coupled with Vodka's naturally naive expression, it is completely impossible to judge his inner thoughts from his appearance.

As a member of the black organization, it makes sense to always wear sunglasses.

When paying attention to the surrounding environment, Gin never said anything about whether others would notice it.

On the surface, he was as calm as an old dog, but in his heart, he was already panicking. In a trembling voice, Batch Vodka told the story that Xinyi and his gang had made up.

Injury - recovery - looking for the boss, a very simple and old-fashioned plot.

But precisely because of this, Gin didn't hear anything wrong with it.

The more you do, the more mistakes you make and the more holes you have.

In order to help Vodka return to the organization, Shinichi spent a lot of effort to make up this story.

With the help of Vodka's silly expression, this story seems extremely real.

Even after hearing this, Gin subconsciously felt that there was nothing wrong with him.

Because of the previous joint attack by the Suzuki Group and the police, when the black organization withdrew from Sakura Country, it destroyed all its strongholds in the country.

Even if there was no time to destroy it, it would have been seized by the police long ago.

In other words, it is normal for Vodka to fail to actively contact the organization while recuperating.

"Then how did you know I would appear there just now?!"

I was already convinced, but Gin still continued to ask.

A lie requires countless lies to make up for it. Continuous questioning can also expose the liar's flaws.

"I can't!"

In response to this, Vodka spread out his hands and gave an answer that made Gin stunned for a moment.

"do not know?"

"Yes! I was just discharged from the hospital today. It's the Mihua General Hospital next to it. I didn't go far when I saw the car that Ani gave you! I'm so lucky!"

After scratching his head, Hanhan Vodka said honestly.

There is no trace of moisture in his words, they are all true.

Just a few minutes ago, he had completed the discharge procedures and was walking aimlessly on the street when he suddenly received a message from Shinichi.

Following the instructions, I walked to the side of the road and saw Gin's black Porsche 356A.

To this day, he still doesn't know how Shinichi did it.

"A coincidence?"

Gin frowned and muttered to himself.

He didn't think about the possibility that Vodka was lying, because today's trip was indeed an impromptu arrangement.

The reason why I rushed back to Tokyo from Yokohama was because I received a call from a hot woman, saying that she had something important to discuss.

The driving route was decided by Gin himself, and there was no surveillance on the car.

Taking his finger off the trigger, he temporarily believed Vodka's story.

Of course, this is only temporary.

According to Vodka's words, he will send someone to verify it carefully and not let go of anything suspicious.

".'We have to carry out an important operation next, so you should go back to the stronghold to prepare."

After looking at Vodka's floral shirt, Gin's eyes twitched and he said calmly.

"This is new communication equipment. Just contact the intelligence personnel above at the stronghold location."

He took out a mobile phone from the storage box of the car, threw it to his younger brother, and then drove away in his car.

Vodka was left standing alone on the empty dock and breathed a sigh of relief.

The few minutes he had been in the car had been like a year, and he was afraid that Gin would kill him with one shot.

He has seen the other party's ruthless methods in dealing with traitors and undercover agents.

To be honest, after saving his life from the explosion, he never thought about returning to work as an undercover agent.

Three years later, and three more years later, he had been an undercover agent in the organization for almost ten years. He finally had the opportunity to fake his own death and escape, so how could he let it go?

That's what he was doing when he met with his KGB colleagues at Rice Flower General Hospital.

But he didn't expect to be approached by Shinichi that night.

After some coercion and inducement, Vodka embarked on the path of no return as an undercover agent.

And this time he is no longer alone, he has many companions!

[Vodka: The plan is initially successful, waiting for the next instructions! 】

He stuffed the cell phone that Gin left behind into his pocket and took out another cell phone from his pocket. He edited a message and sent it.

……

Haha, it seems that the plan is going very smoothly!

Looking at the message on his phone, Shinichi smiled.

It's not in vain that he spent a lot of money to sleep with Bellmore (hao Wang Zhao) to get a hot woman, and then he roped in the traffic department of the Metropolitan Police Department to put on such a show.

Gin's actions seem to be his own decision, but in fact they are always controlled by other factors.

The return to Tokyo was due to Belmode's notice, and the road was camouflaged by traffic lights and other vehicles.

Even the pedestrians who were watching just now were led by the group of bachelors from the Metropolitan Police Department.

The purpose was to give Gin no time to think too much and let Vodka get on the bus first.

This step is crucial, it is equivalent to opening Gin's psychological defense line.

After all, gin and vodka have been sitting in that black Porsche 356A all these years.

Creating such a familiar environment will help him subconsciously increase his trust in vodka.