Sorry, my GIN is also undercover

"Honey, how do you feel? The wind at night is extremely cool. If you feel cold, you can put me in your heart."

The young man who had carefully studied "101 Love Words Every Man Must Know" put one hand on the steering wheel of the flamboyant sports car, and turned sideways to look at the woman in the passenger seat.

He confidently flicked his hair with his hands, as if carrying a string of flashes, and on his wrist intentionally or unintentionally revealed a valuable watch.

"Huh? Honey-"

Eight tunes were transferred between the words.

No one knows how to take a girl for a ride better than him, no one!

He is determined to win: "The wind is so strong, why don't we get closer..."

The young man hadn't even uttered the word hug when he felt a chill coming from behind him.

The coolness that came and went quickly turned his hairstyle, which had been carefully polished by Teacher Tony for several hours, into a chicken coop, like a parking lot destroyed by a tornado.

What was that just now!Alien airship?

The man fiddled with his hair calmly, trying to change the messy beauty style, he forced a smile: "honey..."

But his honey completely ignored him, instead clenched his hands into fists and stared at the front where the rear of the car could no longer be seen with shining eyes.

"Cool-it's really windy!"

"Did we break into a Fast and Furious filming set?"

At this moment, the leading actor of Fast and Furious is grinning grinningly, staring closely at the front, with an excited and strange light flashing in his eyes.

The conspicuous red streamer bends and shuttles in the traffic flow, sending a gust of cold wind to the people shivering in the cold night.

Not even the rattling railroad crossings and the lowered barriers could stop the passage of this antique car.

The first brake lever will pass over its head, and the latter one will be ruthlessly shrouded in the shadow of the opponent's chassis.

In contrast, it is the little red dot on the electronic map that is getting closer and closer.

"Brother...Brother, are we..." Vodka, who was severely strangled by the seat belt while speaking, quickly covered his mouth to prevent himself from spitting it out. Only then did I add the second half of the sentence, "Can you slow down a bit?"

"We'll catch up right away."

Although his eyes are still loose and unfocused.

Vodka felt that his former self was too narrow.

Brother Gin asked him if he knew how Bourbon drove.

Of course he doesn't know!

Were there any other drivers in his presence?

But he knows now.

Bourbon, a guy with thick eyebrows and big eyes, was mysterious all day long, but he didn't expect his heart to be so wild.

To make matters worse, the other party also transmitted this kind of wildness to the serious and dedicated brother Gin.

Even though Vodka had tears in his eyes at the moment (was shaken out) and his vision was hazy (was dizzy), he still insisted on looking at the long-haired man beside him, as if he saw a child who was misled by the troublemaker next door.

In this Porsche with three people, only Vodka feels physically and mentally traumatized, while the other two seem to be in different worlds.

The blond man who was firmly at the helm in front had obviously fallen into a state of excitement, and the feeling of soaring adrenal hormones was intoxicating.

And the curly-haired boy who was about to be swayed into the sky in the rear was not panicked at all.Instead, he began to happily sing praises of heaven and hell in this dizziness, and offered his congratulations to Koizumi Hirasaka.

Vodka: ...

Let me go!

The loyal little brother in sunglasses carefully reviewed his elder brother's recent actions in his memory, as well as those inexplicable people who appeared beside him during this period.

He finally confirmed that it wasn't an illusion that he felt that Brother Gin had started to let himself go at some point.

Vodka had a heartbroken face, and sighed for the time when he didn't follow behind the gin and let others take advantage of it.

Brother!What are you doing, bro!

I said not to play with weird people!

He also glared at the curly-haired boy behind him.

Obviously, strange people have a strong reference.

Gin has a few words to defend against this.

He snatched the driving seat at first, really not for drag racing.

It's just that he had heard from Sakunosuke Oda that Osamu Dazai had driven him and Ango Sakaguchi off a cliff.

Bourbon drove on the verge of life and death for the sake of driving;

But Osamu Dazai drove the car just to go to the front line of life and death.

Although he is not afraid of death, he also does not want to die so hastily. That's why when Osamu Dazai is about to try to get started, he chooses to suppress the opponent and seize the power of life and death.

however……

When he began to imitate the movement and momentum of Bourbon driving in his memory, he suddenly felt——

At this moment, he understood the other party, and in some respects, he had a subtle resonance with this colleague who disgusted him.

The door to the new world suddenly opened at this moment.

"Huh—finally got rid of that annoying bug."

In the speed of life and death, the spider and the driver brother who finally got rid of Katsura Kinnosuke couldn't help but heave a sigh of relief.

This traffic policeman is completely immersed in his profession, and he has the momentum to make his Ikebukuro traffic management career the world's number one profession.

The spiders escaped from the Ikebukuro area holding their breath and left the opponent's jurisdiction, so they had a chance to breathe.

After getting out of the tight environment, the illusionist raised his hand to arrange his clothes and hairstyle, and prepared to continue to pose calmly.

But at this moment, the car slammed on the brakes, and the hand that was holding his hair caught off guard and pulled out a large handful of yellow hairs on the top of his head.

"Hiss—what are you doing? Can you drive?"

"Well, Mr. Spider..." The driver's younger brother hesitated to speak, and pointed to the neat traffic lined up in the surrounding area, "It seems that there is a car accident ahead."

Unless the car can fly, we can only wait obediently.

……

Forget it...

He waved his hand to signal to walk slowly, and then he was about to close his eyes and rest.

It's just that his eyelids just drooped when he was woken up again by the sound of knocking on the car window.

spider:……

The illusionist turned away from the car with a distorted expression, he wanted to see who was disturbing him again.

The window of the car lowered slowly, and a female traffic policeman with shawl-length hair and drooping eyes appeared in their sight.

"We will obey the command and divert..." the driver said hurriedly.

"Ah?" The policewoman first showed a somewhat puzzled expression, and then she seemed to yawn indistinctly. The dark circles on her face showed that her spirit was not that high. "Someone reported that you went on the road without a license. speeding."

Isn't this just blocking you?

This line of words clearly drifted across the policewoman's eyes.

"Miss, is there something wrong? The procedures for our car are very complete. How could there be such a thing as going on the road without a license plate?"

"If you don't believe me, you can see it for yourself."

After the spider saw the traffic policeman, he immediately turned into a gentleman.

He is still very confident in his own image, and even has a little secret expectation that no one knows about. After all, he still has an identity on the surface—the world-renowned magician Gunter von Goldberg II.

The traffic police lady was unmoved at all, and she didn't recognize him. She just tapped on the top of the car and said impatiently, "I should have said that."

"Why don't you come down and see for yourself?"

"Where the license plate is on the back of your car, it's like a bare black dead tree trunk with not a single leaf left."

"Miss Traffic Police is right, sometimes what I think is not necessarily correct."

A voice that was heard somewhere not long ago appeared on the other side of the spider.

He looked along the source of the sound and found a black Porsche parked beside their car at some point.

Only the rear windows of the black Porsche were opened a little.

The boy who shot at him on the roof of the Suzuki Treasure Museum just now appeared in front of the half-open car window, looking at him with a smile.

Spider's heart sank, he realized that he probably underestimated this boy.

Now he will be stopped by the traffic police, maybe this young man did it too.

He was about to speak, wanting to express his fearless attitude.

But I heard the traffic police lady speak again.

"Huh? That black Porsche over there arrived just in time."

"Received reports from citizens, you, like them, violated the speeding rules."

The traffic police lady named Miyamoto Yumi has a sense of reason and righteousness written all over her face.

Doing a good job of psychological preparation, Dazai and Spider, who are preparing to talk trash to each other through the car window: ...

Gin who didn't say a word, but his body was a little stiff, and his hand holding the steering wheel was trembling slightly: ...

Vodka sighed imperceptibly.

After both cars received the tickets, the relationship and atmosphere between the two parties became so subtle.

While waiting for other members of the organization to open a new car with complete procedures and license plates, the spider suddenly spoke up.

He frowned slightly, and looked at the person in front of him who seemed to be fighting him: "You want to communicate with our BOSS? Give me a strong enough reason, and I can consider acting as a middleman to create opportunities for you."

"It's very simple." Osamu Dazai, who received an affirmative answer, didn't take this small condition to heart, he was determined to get it, "You will definitely agree."

Through the channel of the backbone spider, Osamu Dazai successfully communicated and discussed with the boss of the zoo organization.

Due to his sensitive identity and to avoid suspicion, Qin Jiu did not come forward to participate in this matter.

It was just that when Osamu Dazai entered the opponent's base camp, he acted as a pick-up driver for him, and secretly waited nearby, ready to respond at any time.

Fortunately, nothing went wrong in this contact between the two parties. The curly-haired boy came out with a full beard and a full tail.

Of course, with the opponent's ability, it is not surprising to have such a result.

It's just that when Osamu Dazai came out and got into the car, he didn't show the usual excitement of finishing something important, not even some mental relaxation.

And Gin can be sure that his meeting this time is absolutely successful.

The young man seemed to have unloaded something, obviously relaxed a lot.But he didn't look happy, nor was he in high spirits.

At that time, Gin was leaning against the car door, looking at a message on the phone with a serious expression, and even frowned slightly.

The boy, who was full of contradictions all over his body, passed him silently like a cat, and got into the car.

Seeing this, Gin also turned off the phone screen, and let it slide into his coat pocket.Then he stretched out his hand to open the door and sat in.

He didn't drive in a hurry, but quietly looked at the young cadre in the back seat through the rearview mirror, staring at his abnormal attitude.

Gin can roughly guess the reason.

He didn't look at each other again, but looked at the endless night ahead.

In the silence, he suddenly asked, "How are you preparing?"

A sentence without beginning or end.

But both of them could understand.

"It's almost the same. Today's talks are another important piece of the puzzle."

When talking about this matter, the boy still had a relaxed tone.

This means that the bowstring wrapped around the deadly arrow is getting tighter and tighter.

The stronger the momentum, the less likely the trajectory and results can be controlled by manpower.

Before the long arrow landed on the target, no one could determine its final landing point.

However, one thing is certain.

That is, there is no turning back when you open the bow.

"Mr. Kurosawa." The young man finally spoke, "Are you going to visit Nishimori soon?"

Gin was too lazy to think about how the other party guessed his plans and actions.

"What do you want to do again?"

It is the default.

"Take me with you." The originally expressionless boy frowned, "That's the last stop."

Gin was silent for a while, of course he knew that this person's purpose was not that simple.

"Where are you going, I can't stop it. If you don't take you there, you have a thousand ways to achieve your goal."

"Thanks to Kurosawa-san for thinking highly of me."

The young man spoke with a smile.

Gin didn't answer, but just remembered the message he received before getting in the car.

It's from Mark.

It's very simple, there is only one sentence - Akemi Miyano will take Shirley out of the organization.

Yes, there is no turning back when you open the bow.