Sorry, my GIN is also undercover

The place where Toru Amuro and the senior agreed to meet was in an underground bar in an abandoned port area.

It's remote but not completely deserted.

The dilapidated and abandoned facilities of a large area of ​​port warehouses were shelved there, looking a bit desolate, but they were later bought by some visionary and bold and innovative businessmen.

Instead of messing with the old equipment and iron bumps, they sprayed some paint on them, and found some fashion-conscious young people to improvise and graffiti in this area.

After a little renovation, this port area, which is a little bit permeable at night, has become quite a post-modern art style.

The rows of small shops opened in this environment are of course different from normal shops of the same type in order to blend in.

Over time, this port area has also become a distinctive destination in the suburbs, attracting many trendy young people.

It was a bit unexpected for Toru Amuro that the meeting place was chosen here, but thinking about it, this undercover senior is also a young man, so appearing in this kind of place will not arouse suspicion.

If you want to move your location to talk about something more hidden in private, it is also convenient to avoid the eyeliner of idlers.

Pushing open the door of the underground bar, the crisp sound of hard objects hitting greeted the visitors.

Unlike ordinary stores that often hang wind chimes on the door, this store has a string of...bones hanging on the door?

The crashing sound just now was caused by the collision of these bones of unknown origin.

In addition, the further you go in, the more gloomy and oppressive the overall light becomes, and the bone decorations on the walls on both sides of the cramped passage become more and more complex and diverse.When we were about to reach the end, we could still see a few skulls hanging crookedly.

Even Toru Amuro could not help but twitch the corner of his mouth silently when he saw such a scene.

This senior...has a rather unique hobby.

Looking young at heart.

After finally reaching a corner in front of the hall, Toru Amuro couldn't help but take a deep breath, held his breath, and turned his eyes to look at the bar.

The third from the bottom against the wall on the left... A white Saga Chrysanthemum was inserted in a small glass vessel in front of the table... A newspaper was placed on the table...

found it!

The blond-haired, black-skinned young man took advantage of the situation and saw a man sitting not far away wearing a black windbreaker, tapping his fingers on the table, and his long silver hair, illuminated by various colored lights, was falling behind him.

and many more……

Long silver hair?

Amuro Toru stopped thinking at this moment.

Not really, his fast-running, proud mind should have come to a conclusion.

But his rationality was rejecting this conclusion again, so his whole mind was confused and confused.

Like a program full of bugs, not only does it run wrong, it can even backfire like a virus, making people's blood pressure rise and heartbeat speed up.

At this moment, the blond youth is like a rusty machine that has been in disrepair for a long time, creaking and raising his head inch by inch, looking at the face of the man in front of the bar.

He was very sure that if it wasn't for the weird blue and purple lights in the dimly lit bar that gave him cover, his pale complexion from shock would have become the biggest failure of his undercover career.

So why is the gin sitting in front of the bar!

Isn't he the organization's most loyal Top Killer, that gentleman's most loyal lackey!

They were still mocking each other in the organization meeting just now!

Do you want yourself to go up and pat each other on the shoulder like two good brothers, and say hi!Say I admire you for a long time?

Sensing the gaze on him, the long-haired man who was holding a cup in his hand also turned his head at this moment.

The light over there was too dark, and there were many dazzling haunted houses around for lights, so Toru Amuro couldn't see the specific expression of the person opposite.

I just noticed that the upper half of the other's face was hidden in the shadow of the long hair and the brim of the hat, while the lower half of the face was not smiling, a little tense, but the corners of the mouth were slightly hooked.

The whole person was shrouded in the lighting effect of the bar, which was not grounded but grounded, making them look at each other at this moment, and the time was almost frozen, and it became incomparable.

Even that half-smile expression reveals a [-]% weirdness.

The liquid in the cup in the opponent's hand was still shaking slightly. If Toru Amuro read it correctly, it should be bright red like arterial blood, not the color of any kind of wine.

The professional undercover who had seen the storm still tried his best to calm down his emotions, forcibly cooled his brain, and entered a state of rational thinking.

Don't panic, it's not a big problem.

Thinking positively, maybe the connection between myself and my senior was exposed?

Maybe the gin is just there to kill the tongue!

The bright red color in the cup must be due to my own shock and the gaudy lights, my eyes must have misjudged it.

It is definitely not the arterial blood of the senior who was killed...

The protagonist with a half-smile expression didn't sit still either.Instead, he slowly and slowly withdrew his left hand from the pocket of the windbreaker where he often put his favorite gun Bo/Lai/Ta.

Toru Amuro!

Amuro held his breath.

This is the first time I have visited Gin, an underground bar in the abandoned port area, and the location was strongly recommended by Kazuma Miki.

It is said that the location is good, it is suitable for joints, the decoration style is unique, and the atmosphere is immersive. The drinks in the bar are complete and taste first-class, and there are even cocktails with dish soap.

More importantly, he has invested in shares.

This person opened a pair of sincere and bright eyes, and he very much hoped that Qin Jiang, whom he had known for many years, would give him a face to visit and visit, and spend some money by the way, which can be regarded as a sideline of supporting his old partner.

In fact, as long as the concealment is good and the security is strong, Gin does not care about where it is.

As for the requirements for joints, he believed that Miki Kazu would not lose the chain.After satisfying this point, other styles are not important, so he nodded casually in agreement.

But it turns out that style does matter.

Gin sitting in front of the bar, holding the glass in his hand, thought with a deep expression.

He really believed in the evil of Miki Kazu!

He should have known that this man was reliable in nothing but business!

The skulls and bone decorations in the store are fine.But what's with this ubiquitous, haunted-house-like lighting?

Is this the legendary immersive atmosphere!

But the matter has come to this point, and there is no way to propose a temporary change of location, at least wait until the contact person arrives.

Gin sighed helplessly, sat on the third-to-last seat on the left against the wall, put a sprig of white Saga chrysanthemum into the glass vessel in front of the table, and finally placed a copy of yesterday's evening paper on the table.

The undercover Japanese police officer didn't keep him waiting long.

He just sat down for a while when he realized someone was coming.And the eyes of the visitors all fell on him without hesitation.

After all, Qin Jiu was also a figure with a very high attendance rate in the organization, so the people who came must have recognized him.

The long-haired man immediately turned around without any hesitation...

Gin!

Pupil earthquake, the most feared top killer in this organization.

The blond hair on the opposite side is conspicuous!

Why is it the lingering hateful bourbon?

Just now they were choking each other at the organization meeting!

The light was too dazzling, and he couldn't really see the other party's expression.

But Qin Jiu knew that his expression management must have failed, even the corners of his mouth couldn't help twitching, and he couldn't suppress it after working hard for a long time.

The cup in his hand also shook slightly due to the sudden force of his palm.

Why is bourbon, the mainstay of the Intelligence Unit, fake?

How many fake wines does this organization have that he doesn't know?

He took a deep breath and warned himself that people still have to think of the best.

What if Bourbon, the mystic, is secretly a trendy young man who loves these unorthodox styles?

If this is the case, then his blond hair and black skin may all be dyed by himself.

Maybe I just came here to play today.

Before the dust settled, he couldn't reveal any flaws.

The young man who made up his mind straightened his expression, then slowly took his left hand out of the windbreaker pocket, raised his hand...

Slap it.

Under the grievance and accusation eyes of the boss behind the bar, the long-haired man indifferently turned off the red and green haunted house lights in the entire bar.

In short, turn off these underworld special effects first.

Previously, it was to sell Miki Kazuma to save face, and the boss's attitude was very firm, with a look of hair that could be broken, face that could be messed up, and style that couldn't be changed, so he didn't care about the environment in the bar.

But the person who came now was Bourbon, no matter what the identity of the other party was, he didn't want to be picked on by this person and caught in the pigtails.

After the lighting in the bar was changed to the same hazy yellow as in normal shops, Gin and Bourbon were finally able to see each other's expressions clearly.

But who is not an old fox?During the period of time when the lights of the underworld were used as a transition, both of them had adjusted their mentality.

At this moment, they looked at each other and smiled hypocritically, like colleagues with strange relationships that they met after get off work.

Toru Amuro stepped forward with eyebrows bent, sat on the swivel chair next to Gin, and smiled politely at the boss.

"Please give me a glass of pure milk and add three spoons of white sugar."

Out of the corner of his eye, he caught a glimpse of Gin's hand shaking indistinctly.

Then the long-haired man continued with an indescribably dry voice: "It's better to add honey to milk. I suggest replacing white sugar with honey. Two spoons are enough."

The blond-haired black-skinned youth couldn't laugh at all.

After finishing the joint lines and confirming their identities, the two of them didn't speak out for a while, but moved in unison, staring down at the solid wood grain on the bar counter, wondering what they were thinking.

In such a deadly atmosphere, the boss put a cup of warm milk with two spoons of honey in front of the blond young man.

A click, the sound of the bottom of the cup touching the table, broke the silence.

"Here..." After pushing the drink in front of the customer, the kind-hearted fat boss asked with a smile, "Do you want to add some detergent? Or safflower oil?"

Toru Amuro:  …

Does your bar really have a business license?

But in the current situation, he didn't say much, but declined the fat boss's kindness: "No need, I'm not in a hurry to meet my old friends underground."

With such a release, the weird atmosphere in the bar was relieved.

Gin took another long breath, this time he couldn't help it, he shook out a cigarette from the cigarette case and took it out.But it didn't light up, just took a couple of dry bites with its teeth.

He didn't look directly at the young man beside him, but stabilized his tone, and got straight to the point: "Tell me, what else needs cover and assistance in the future?"

This is to allow myself to pull/draw/draw the gun unconsciously.

When it comes to business, Toru Amuro can naturally communicate well.But there was an imperceptible trance in his eyes.

The experience sharing meeting and handshake meeting, which was originally expected by both parties, has completely turned into an invisible bubble that disappears under the lapping of the waves.

The two dryly checked some superficial information and had some superficial exchanges.

As for the deeper information, although Kazuma Miki has repeatedly guaranteed the concealment and confidentiality of this bar.But judging from the current situation, it is better to change to another place.

Not only for the safety of information, but also for the two to get out of this embarrassing scene and change their mood.

"I want to go and have a hair dryer."

Qin Jiu stood up first, and asked the other party's opinion with his eyes.

It means exchanging more detailed information in the car.

"Blowing...it's not bad..."

It was rare for the blond-haired black-skinned youth to reach an agreement with him.

Of course, there may be a meaning that both of them want to blow their minds to refresh their minds.

Seeing that the other party agreed, Qin Jiu nodded decisively.

"Let me drive, I'm drinking tomato juice."

no drink...

Completely ignoring the fact that Bourbon also didn't drink.As for intentional or unintentional, this is not sure.

On the second day, Zhu Tianguang, who came to work at Polo Cafe after school, found that there seemed to be something wrong with his baby boy.

On the surface, there is nothing unusual, enough to deceive others.But this emotion can't be concealed from Fa Xiao who has been with him for many years.

After a little thought, the high school student guessed what it was probably related to.

Zhu Tianguang put down his schoolbag, leaned forward with some worry and asked in a low voice, "Why, didn't it go well with that senior last night?"

"It's...not..."

"Did he say or do anything to you when we met?" The high school student obviously didn't believe it all.

"He ordered me a cup of hot milk with two spoons of honey."

"And clink my glass with tomato juice."

Zhu Tianguang?

"Aside from that, what else did you do?"

"We drove along the coast for most of the night in the wind."

Zhu Tianguang?