The red side is always blocking my dog ​​leash

Speakeasy...

An unremarkable shop on the streets of Tokyo is the best choice for people from all walks of life to meet illegally. There is not even any indicative sign outside this bar, and everyone who can come in is a guy with some knowledge.

Even if it's a social animal with its head down and looks submissive, if you dare to provoke him, there may be an extra hole in the head in the next second.

Those who know how to meddle in other people's business have explained a truth with their blood. The people sitting inside are all time-conscious guys.

Therefore, when a boy who is only seventeen or eighteen years old pushes in the door, no matter how much he looks like a serious student who strayed in, they will at most just take a look at it without any trace, and then do what they should do indifferently.

Remembering the uncomplicated layout of the store in an instant, the young man put one hand in the pocket of his windbreaker and walked straight towards the bar.

The bartender who was concentrating on wiping the rim of the glass stopped what he was doing and looked at the guest who was clearly under the age of drinking, "What do you want?"

"Winter in the North Country." Mr. A does as the Romans do. Although he will never drink, this is a bar after all.

He raised his eyes to the young and handsome bartender, who had a pair of distinctive upturned cat eyes, which were blocked by square black-rimmed glasses, and the stubble on his chin made him look more mature and stable.

He paused and asked, "Is this a part-time job?"

The meeting place was just finalized yesterday, and I am working as a bartender here today, so the speed is somewhat fast.

Scotch took out bourbon, milk and honey from behind, put ice cubes into the shaker, and replied: "I applied for the last job, but I haven't waited for a successor yet, so I stayed a few days longer. It's just a coincidence."

While speaking, the other party had already shaken it evenly. The milky white liquid was poured into the classic cup, and nutmeg powder was sprinkled in the middle. A cup of Beiguodongdong was placed in front of Mr. A.

He looked down at the Northland Winter, which was harmless to humans and animals and resembled milk, and could actually knock him down with a single sip. He felt a little subtle.

Speaking of which, Toru Amuro also used bartenders in his career in the United States.Although the code name is wine, everyone doesn't have to be a master bartender, right?Or is this basic practice?

Is it possible that Ley will do this too?

Mr. A tried to put that face on the bartender's uniform, and fell silent for a while.

Handsome... is handsome, but I always feel that there is poison in the wine.

With a low cough to cover up, he glanced at the time on his phone, and it was 5 minutes before the appointment.

When he lowered his head, Scotland was also observing from the corner of his eye.

It has been more than half a year since we last met, Scotland, whose impression of Mr. A was still at that time, was unavoidably surprised by the changes in the boy.

And Bourbon and Scotland have not forgotten Toru Amuro's strange attitude towards Mr. A last year.But since then he has been busy trying to get promoted, and he has to find the right opportunity to deliver information to the contact person. Mr. A, who has never appeared again, is naturally forgotten, and the other party never mentioned that boy when he contacted his friend. Well, Scotland actually once thought that people were dead.

Unexpectedly, Montes and A would be equated one day.

Rum's favorite...?

Bourbon will become a popular man under Rum, does it have anything to do with Montes?

While thinking, the last person also arrived.

Ley sat on Mr. A's right, "A glass of Manhattan, 4:1."

The bartender Scotland dutifully went to the wine cabinet to get rye whiskey and absinthe, quickly made a glass of amber Manhattan according to Ley's request, sunk in red cherries and pushed it in front of him.

The noisy voices of people around were mixed with the music, and after a brief silence among the three, Mr. A spoke first.

"The target will attend the birthday party of the heir of the Akashi Foundation this weekend, how about choosing this opportunity to do it?"

Miyazawa Fumio obviously also knows that his style of conduct is not very popular with other politicians. He has made many enemies over the years, and he has been able to live in peace until now. One is that he has a strong relationship and there are people in the military. Second, it is also thanks to him Be careful.

This fifty-year-old man has an extremely sensitive sense of danger and is very decisive in his choices, so it is usually difficult to find a decent opportunity.

The two had no objection to this, and Scotland said: "Since it is the Akashi consortium, those who can participate in the banquet must be high-class people. With their prudence, even service personnel have to go through layers of screening before they can take office. I'm afraid we don't meet the requirements. condition."

"Don't worry about this, someone will take us in then, you just need to be careful not to reveal your secrets."

Mr. A said, "Ley will choose a location nearby to set up the gun, and keep an eye on the exit. If the action of Scotland and I fail, you will see the right time to do it."

When he shared the information that Amuro Toru gave him to the two, he inevitably sighed again at the efficiency of the latter. In less than a day, even the participants of the banquet were checked. Needless to say, with these in hand, Fumio Miyazawa would die quietly as long as nothing happened.

Scotland frowned unobtrusively. Mr. A could even guess what the other party was thinking. It was nothing more than the fear of organizing his hands so long. Obviously Toru Amuro did not disclose his and Mr. A's plan to the other party.I don't know why, but it's a good thing anyway.

After the unanimous approval of the plan, Mr. A and Ley left one after another. Two wine glasses, one empty and one full, were lined up on the bar. Scotch raised his eyebrows and picked up the Northland Winter, which seemed to have not changed at all.

It is true that he did not take a sip, he is still a little confident in his bartending ability.Although it's not top-notch, it's not so bad that it can't enter the mouth. If the opponent is not afraid of him being poisoned, then there is some other reason——

It's not because he's underage... right?

Toru Amuro is not here today, Mr. A is not in a hurry to go home, he plans to finish dinner at the convenience store, and go to the next street to buy the new work Mantiantang that is on sale.

The mobile phone in his pocket vibrated, he took it out casually and looked at it, his eyes were momentarily dull——

Brother Tou: I made an appointment with Mr. Principal to take you to familiarize yourself with the campus tomorrow afternoon. You will officially enter the school the day after tomorrow. Go to bed early tonight, and the game is enough——

Mr. A?

Mr. A!

Is this reasonable?

This weekend he is going to Dark Shark Japanese Congressman!

Mr. A was evil, and changed the remarks of Toru Amuro to Her Royal Highness Gong Ji, the world's number one, and then clicked on the chat box, and his mood became much calmer.

The reply message was typed in half.

His Royal Highness Gong Ji, the world's number one: The heir of the Atobe Foundation is studying in that school, and he will also attend weekend banquets. Remember not to get in touch with him too much, or it will be troublesome if he is recognized.

Mr. A: ... Poof!

In front of the shelf of the convenience store, the young man held his stomach and laughed silently for a long time, finally adjusted his mentality in time before being discovered by the clerk, wiped away the tears from the corners of his eyes, and changed the note back with shaking fingers.

If he wasn't afraid of being discovered by Toru Amuro, he would have kept this note until his death!

Help, how could it be so funny!

Doujin pictures appeared uncontrollably in Mr. A's brain.Now that it doesn't matter whether he goes to school or not, he is afraid that he will burst out laughing the next time he sees Toru Amuro.

In the high school of Ice Emperor Academy, Mr. A finished filling in the necessary information, and it happened to be the end of get out of class time. The future head teacher planned to take him to familiarize himself with the campus.

It is not uncommon for people like him to transfer in through money and connections in this school, and the school does not have too many requirements for these people, and even recommends them to enter the Ice Emperor University Department.

Therefore, the students here are very polarized. Those who are not good are really bad, and those who are good are also really good. It is not only the noble children who received elite education since childhood, but also outstanding talents specially recruited from all over the world that support the school.

After all, Ice Emperor, Mr. A listened to the class teacher's introduction with a feeling of pilgrimage, "According to the general practice, the school will organize students to take a vacation trip in May. Unfortunately, this year's competition is over, but soon the school ball game will be held. It's about to start, especially tennis, baseball and volleyball, go see it when you have time, you will never be disappointed."

"Mmm, um..." Mr. A nodded, suddenly there was a burst of exclamation from around, and he looked in the direction that everyone pointed, and saw a handsome and flexible figure jumping out of the window on the fourth floor, with black broken hair and dark brown hair. The hem of the uniform fluttered across a beautiful arc.

Amidst all the screams, the boy gracefully opened an... umbrella in mid-air, and the transparent umbrella acted as a parachute firmly, leading him to the ground leisurely.

Mr. A stared open-mouthed at him neatly closing the umbrella, gently pushed his glasses, the tear mole in the corner of his eye glistened, "I'm sorry, time is urgent, I have to make a bad move."

The figure disappeared in the lush green trees in a blink of an eye.

The homeroom teacher was also taken aback by his posture. Amidst the discussions that everyone had reacted to, she coughed lightly and said tactfully, "That is Sakamoto, who was specially recruited. His style...is quite unusual."

Mr. A has a blank expression.

Is that unusual?

That's a Two-dimensional dude, but shouldn't he be in a county high school?

Does your school know what it recruits?

He had a bad premonition and asked tentatively, "Takeuchi-sensei, is that Sakamoto a senior in high school?"

"Yes, although Sakamoto has only been transferred to Hyotei for a month, he is very popular. The atmosphere in the class has also changed. Fujita-kun will also like it."

Mr. A gasped: "Am I in the same class as him?"

The teacher in charge nodded: "Although he occasionally acts unexpectedly, he is indeed a kind and reliable child. Don't worry about Fujita-kun."

"Uh..." He wasn't worried, he just had a premonition that the school life in the future would be wonderful.

While speaking, that classmate Sakamoto had already left and returned. Obviously everyone was in a hurry to go back to the classroom for class, but he was the only one who walked fast without any rush, and even faintly had a kind of elegance like dancing a waltz, which almost made people feel sick. A vision of being at a banquet.

The homeroom teacher clasped his hands together: "Sakamoto-san is really a very attractive person."

Mr. A: "Ah, um... indeed..."

Class teacher: "I forgot to finish it before, the school will also have a mid-term exam in May, and the time is tentatively scheduled to be next Monday, and the ball game will be a week later."

Mr. A?

"I have other things to do next week, so I shouldn't be able to attend."

On the weekend, he wants the Dark Shark MP to backstab Scotland if the operation fails without accident.

Although Toru Amuro will not have him in the plan for the time being, it doesn't mean that he will take the midterm exam in the interval between the failed murder and the preparation for the failed murder, right?

These two are completely different styles, okay?

Toru Amuro, this guy asked him to come to school at this juncture, it is definitely a plan to hold him back and divert his attention, so as to secretly conspire with Scotland to make Chen Cang secretly, and base the happiness of the two of them on his pain. !

Mr. A (has been blackened): Bah!