The call was suddenly cut off, and the car fell into silence.
Gin put the phone back into his pocket without saying a word. Vodka next to him thought it was Appero who had said something terrible, and asked in a probing tone: "Brother, is Scotland really..."
"uncertain."
Gin interrupted the vodka, and he raised his head and glanced at the villa next to him. The lights on the second floor were extinguished at some point, but with his eyesight, he could still see a figure standing vaguely by the window.
It was natural that he would be discovered. Such a conspicuous car was parked here carelessly. If Bourbon was unaware of it, Gin would have to question him.
He closed the car window and said coldly: "Drive."
The black Porsche quickly got back on the road, leaving the wealthy and expensive villa area, crossing several roads, heading west along the bridge, towards Nishitama City.
After that gentleman moved the Karasuma Group headquarters there, Gin took the initiative to buy a property near the Twin Towers skyscraper. As soon as he opened the curtains, he could see Tower B of the Twin Towers. Now he goes back there to rest.
More and more times.
There were no lights on in the car, only the street lights on both sides shone flickeringly through the windshield and the windows on both sides. The car was very quiet, and no one spoke.
Vodka looked through the car's rearview mirror and quietly looked at Gin's face under the cover of sunglasses.
When it comes to important tasks, Vodka often does this to assess his elder brother's mood. He knows that with the strength of his elder brother Gin, he must have discovered it long ago, but he rarely scolds him for this. This can be regarded as tolerance for his younger brother.
The brim of his hat was pulled down very low, and his bangs almost covered his eyes. He couldn't see Gin's eyes clearly at all, and could only see the corners of his mouth curling slightly downward while holding the cigarette in his mouth.
Vodka carefully looked away.
Brother...are you thinking about something important right now?
…
Gin is indeed thinking about something important.
The current leader treats undercover agents very cruelly, and Rum and his style are more or less influenced by him;
Now the gentleman's attitude is a bit subtle. In the twilight period, he was more lenient towards the undercovers. At other times, he never said that he would kill the undercovers. Sometimes Gin even felt that in his eyes, he might as well kill the undercovers.
What color collar to put around Moni’s neck is more important...
But even so, he did not change the rules left by the previous leader regarding the execution of undercover agents.
One of those rules is: once an undercover agent is discovered, in addition to hunting them down, members who had a good relationship with them in the past must also be interrogated.
This rule is not bloody or cruel, it is one of the few normal rules of the tyrant.
After infiltrating the organization, some undercover agents not only want to obtain information and send it back, but also want to instigate other members to rebel, trying to persuade them to return to the sun. There is no precedent for this.
Some people will be persuaded, some will find out that they are undercover agents and report, and some... will pretend that nothing happened.
…
Gin stood at the door of the training ground and stopped a member who was walking out with a banknote.
This member was not injured, but Gin, who had a keen sense of smell, smelled a very faint smell of blood, which was coming from outside.
"Where is Angstra?"
The member's eyes widened as he recognized the identity of the man in front of him: "Mr. Angstra is...in the interrogation room..."
Gin feels a little subtle about this title.
He remembered that Rum complained that Angstra was too young and sometimes had an incredibly good temper, so some lower-level members would look down on him and thought he would be easy to bully. He was also defended by the captured rat... As a result
Have you changed your honorific now?
He looked at the money in his hand: "Where are you going?"
"Mr. Angstra gave this to me. He asked me to run errands and go to a pastry shop in District 4 to buy king cakes and shell cakes. Among them, I need two shell cakes." The member said quickly, "Mr. Gin, you
See if I can..."
Gin didn't bother to embarrass him and walked straight in.
Before he entered the elevator, he saw this member put the banknote into his pocket with great care, as if it was not a small denomination banknote, but a time bomb that could kill him at any time.
The interrogation room was on the fourth floor underground. As soon as Gin arrived at the door, he smelled a pungent smell. It was the stench of a large amount of blood that had gathered and condensed and could not be wiped away.
When he opened the door, he saw a scene that looked like an oil painting of hell.
The corpses were piled upright into a hill, and the pool of blood was spreading around. Angostela sat on it obediently. He held a pastry box in his hand and picked up a piece of king cake from the inside.
Beside the pile were several empty pastry boxes and bottles of Coke.
In front of him was a man tied to a chair. Gin recognized him as an intelligence agent from DGSE. He lowered his head and kept pouring out information.
Gin didn't pay attention. He didn't forget that he had another purpose in coming to France: to test whether Angostela was led by the rat.
Although he believed in Angustra - even if he didn't see him raising his ashes with his own eyes, he could be sure that this little lunatic would not run away into the sun foolishly - but the process still had to be done, and this was for Angus's sake.
Terra is immune to future controversies.
Angostela's eyes were black, and the hand holding the king cake was red and swollen, as if it had been violently beaten countless times.
His cheeks bulged as he ate, like a hamster collecting food in his mouth.
Bits of snacks kept falling from his mouth, but he seemed to feel nothing. Even though his mouth couldn't hold it, he still stuffed it in as hard as he could.
This is not enjoying delicious food at all, more like self-torture.
Gin walked over, stepping on a pool of blood with his shoes. He casually picked up a bottle of Coke from the pile of corpses, unscrewed the cap and handed it to Angstra.
Angstra put the snack box on her knees, reached for the Coke bottle, miraculously swallowed all the snacks in her mouth, and drank nearly half of the bottle of Coke.
"Thank you, Gin." He said, "What do you want from me?"
Seeing Angstra, who seemed to be thinking completely normally, Gin did not pull out a gun like he had done in the past when he tortured suspicious people, but just glanced at the pile of corpses under him.
"There's no need to make them look like this."
——There is no need to put yourself like this just for a mouse.
Gin didn't say the last sentence, he just stared at the little lunatic in front of him. This time he didn't hit him on the head with a gun or stab him in the face as a lesson.
"It's necessary."
Angstra's brows tightened and her round face wrinkled.
"It was their remote-controlled bomb that damaged my house. I'm very unhappy..."
…
A dazzling light flashed in front of him, bringing Gin's thoughts back to the present from April last year.
Angstra joined the organization at the age of seven and was one of the two minor members he watched grow up. He understood how powerful this little madman was, but sometimes he couldn't understand what he was thinking at all - like
He didn't know what the gentleman was thinking.
Did he really not notice it?
During the few months we got together there, was it true that he didn't notice anything unusual at all?
No one can deceive another person forever, unless the one being deceived...
The Porsche drove off the bridge, and Nishitama City was right in front of us.
Looking at the Twin Towers skyscraper that was particularly eye-catching in the night, Gin raised his hand to hold the brim of his hat and took out his mobile phone from his pocket again.
[Since you have chosen Angstra as your heir, for the sake of his safety, do you want to review his subordinates again?——gin ]
【It’s all fine. You can figure it out.】
"...What a troublesome brat."
Gin murmured in a low voice, and the light on his mobile phone screen went out again.
————
It wasn't until the black Porsche completely disappeared from sight that Feng Gulii left the window.
He turned on the light again and sat back on the sofa. On the low table beside him was a Japanese version of "The Little Prince".
After seeing the picture frame in Angstra's study, he bought this children's book that he had read in the past out of some subtle psychology, intending to read it again from the beginning.
Thinking of Gin who appeared near the villa for unknown reasons, Fangtani Rei thought for a moment and took out his cell phone to send an email to Angstra.
He didn't explicitly say that Gin was nearby, but asked about the mission.
[How was the mission? When can you come back?...]
Toru Amuro lowered his head and stared at the recipient's address with extremely gentle eyes.
Although he had only been gone for more than a day, he felt as if Angstra had been gone for more than a month or even longer. He really missed him very much.
[…I saw Gin’s car near the villa, does Mihua have any tasks these days?——bourbon]
Jiang Guling finished writing the email and clicked send.
Within a few minutes, Angstra's reply came.
[The mission is completed, we can come back tomorrow. Scotland was injured by the bomb, and his vision and hearing were affected to a certain extent. Please come to the station to pick us up. He is fine. I also cut off four bear paws to replenish his health.
Let’s eat together, and we have to give one to Rai too...]
When he saw the first half, the corners of Amuro Toru's mouth raised, but when he saw the second half, his smile disappeared instantly.
Can it be poisoned? Not too much, just put a little bit of sodium hydroxide or potassium cyanide in it...
[... Rice flower has no mission recently, and Gin may just be passing by. Don’t be afraid, I will be back soon.——angostura]
When Fangtani Zero saw the email, Angstra comforted him at the end, and put down his phone after locking the screen.
As expected, Angstra would not be suspicious of them casually.