The villain is in trouble

"Nice to meet you, Mr. Onimai Tsuji."

Not staying too close, but staying on the edge of the disappearance of the moonlight, Bourbon used a polite smile to talk to the target who walked into the shadow of the building and stopped.

— can't go any further.

Intuition reminded him so.

The pair of red eyes revealed in the shadows, no matter how you adjust your thoughts, you can only think of the cold gaze of a cold-blooded animal. The moment they look at each other, the chill in the early morning air felt by the skin is particularly strong.

"...Humph, Bourbon." The man sneered and called out his code name.

For a split second, Bourbon thought a lot.After obtaining the code name, he intentionally shifted his image towards a mystic. Not many people in the organization know his appearance and name, but this man is very determined... What is the intelligence channel?

"Or should I call you Toru Amuro?" Onimai Tsuji said slowly, with a strange sarcasm in his tone.

"Of course, Mr. Onimai Tsuji." Bourbon's smile remained unchanged, "Since you know my identity, you must also know why I'm here."

Using a name and the appearance spoken by others as clues, it took him long enough—with other tasks in the middle—to confirm that the other party had come to Yokosuka City.

The other party is quite good at hiding traces, but he can be called "generous" in giving blood, and he is very fond of villains; the organization also specially allocated him an action team, and the person in charge will assist him, and he will be caught in less than a month. Fourteen people who recovered without medicine were arrested.

"Greedy guy." Onimai Tsuji said sarcastically, "If you want me to join you, yes, but—" He narrowed his eyes and stretched his voice, "Are you qualified to promise the reward I should get?"

"I don't have the qualifications." Bourbon said matter-of-factly, still smiling politely, "But my boss can definitely give you everything you want." He observed the other party's expression, and said slowly that he was analyzing The result was inferred from the trace of the other party, "Besides, you are very interested in Yokohama, right?"

The other party wants to go to Yokohama.In less than a month, he "rescued" the mafia from Yokohama, and asked about Yokohama news from those "rescued" people, and even looked at his trajectory from a macro perspective. You can see It turns out that he has been in the Tokyo metropolitan area, the only place he hasn't been to is Yokohama.

As if hesitating in the face of an uncertain trap, he has not entered Yokohama for a long time.

When he saw the other party's cold expression, Bourbon knew he had guessed right.But he didn't have time to relax. Instead, his muscles and bones were tense, ready to deal with the next attack—at the same time, murderous aura enveloped him.

The cold breath seemed to condense into needles, piercing almost every pore, and those red vertical pupils stared at him, as if looking down on a dead object.

Even in the Black Organization, who had witnessed the death of countless people in order to climb up, Toru Amuro was shocked by such a cold gaze, and every second felt that he would be torn apart in the next second.

Breathing and heartbeat seemed to be out of rhythm, he tried hard to restrain the body's instinctive trembling, lowered his head slightly, and said: "Please forgive my rudeness, Mr. Onimai Tsuji."

As Bourbon, he must complete this task perfectly; as Amuro Toru, he must not let himself appear too obsequious; as a public security officer, he also needs to take this one step further.

The character shown by Oni Wu Tsuji Mucan undoubtedly hates the offense of others, and is willing to stand on a high place to trample on others; since the other party did not shoot because he felt offended at the first time, his response at this moment can make the other party The probability of being satisfied is very high—or, the other party is actually ready to be approached by the black organization and has its own goals.

Clearly, he was right.

"Very good..." Onimai Tsuji said coldly, "Let someone more qualified come and talk to me, Toru Amuro." He raised his chin in a commanding gesture, "I won't leave here for the time being. "

Bourbon raised his head, smiled again, and said, "Understood."

The man frowned in disgust, turned and stepped up the stairs, leaving him on the spot.

Taking a few steps back, he turned around and walked towards the car. Bourbon, who didn't care about the attitude of the other party, took out his mobile phone and was about to send a message to the person in charge. He paused when he typed the first word, and exited the interface thoughtfully.

It took a long time to find someone, and it was unexpected that there was no conflict with the other party, but the other party meant...a more qualified person?

To be honest, during this period of time, he felt that the organization was very concerned about Oni Wu Tsuji. Those who were given blood were locked up in the research institute, and he saw them occasionally, and each time he was more haggard and weak; he didn't have much access to information, However, it was discovered that some researchers had never met before and had a higher status, and it was said that they were related to the second-in-command Rum.

Getting into the driver's seat, he put his left hand on the steering wheel, and with his right hand silently typed a number he knew by heart in the recipient column.

Quickly sent out the wording that had been organized, revised it, and sent it to the person in charge after 2 minutes. Bourbon put away the phone in satisfaction, started the vehicle, and slowly drove away from the quiet street.

This is "Certificate of Honor", gin.

In the sky, the pre-dawn twilight has emerged from behind the clouds.

……

At the same time that Onimai Tsuji saw the silver-gray car, Kamiya Fukami, who was sleeping soundly, was woken up.

"It came so fast!" Sitting up in shock while dying, he gulped down the tea on the bedside table and settled down to observe what was going on on the other side.

The dormant cube on the bedside table was awakened by his movement and turned to him.

As a nocturnal creature that actually doesn't need sleep, Onimai Tsuji is very energetic, and because it is close to Yokohama, he can't stay at all.

He knew who was caught and what happened to those who were given blood in the recent period, and he also knew that his name was spoken out—even if it was the name of God, he was a little surprised that the black, evil, and power can do this.

Guiwu Tsuji was angry that human beings chose such a method to know their name and appearance, and was full of dissatisfaction with the black organization. Through the blood, he "saw" the faces of the researchers, as well as the half-breed called "Bourbon" .

As for why I know his name is Toru Amuro... I owe it to the god name Fukami. Before binding the system, I worked around and once competed with this comrade for the same job.

It's very subtle, especially when he managed to get a job, and the other party failed and left sadly - although he could tell that Toru Amuro was not an ordinary working youth at that time, he didn't expect that his real identity was a gangster!

Such a young man, how could he go astray!

Seeing the name of the god, I couldn't understand it, but I was happy with Toru Amuro's mission to find "Onimai Tsuji" and didn't specifically stop it; Ridu hasn't made a formal decision yet, it's like procrastination in the late stage, so he can only let nature take its course if he is found.

Relying on the eyes and thoughts of those who have been given blood, although he still doesn't know much about the internal situation of the Black Organization, he has a guess about the organization's goals... Something revealed by the fanatic performance of those researchers makes Oni Wu Tsuji was very satisfied.

To find like-minded people in this day and age - what a surprise!

Patiently watching the conversation between Onimai Tsuji and Toru Amuro, Kamina Fukami actually felt a sense of leisure watching a movie.

He yawned, sincerely admiring Amuro Toru for being able to squat all night. If it wasn't for Oni Wu Tsuji Wumi being a nocturnal creature, he might have to stay up until dawn.It was so cold in the early morning of November that my bones were shivering, and the other party was not wearing thick clothes, which was amazing.

Watching the silver-gray car drive away from the street, Kamiya Fukami and the vest fell on the bed in unison.

System: "OOC."

The name of the god is deeply seen: "No one saw it."

Even though he said this, Onimai Tsuji sat up and began to look at how many people who received his blood were still alive and what they were going through with a sullen face.

In a sense, it is also very tiring, after all, sometimes he is disturbed by other people's thoughts, and it is difficult to find a quiet place.

The other vests are currently concentrating on their own affairs.

"It seems that Wumai Tsuji can't enter the port Mafia anymore." The system said, "Do you want to draw a card?"

"This is the fifth time this month." Reaching out his hand to grab the pillow that was still in his arms before going to bed and now being kicked to the side of the bed, God Name Fukami hummed, "Let's learn sales quotes anyway, I don't have any desire to draw cards at all. Look." He squinted his eyes and thought for a while, his sleepy brain turned slowly, and he said after a while, "Who said he can't enter the port Mafia."

The cube glowed red again.

"It's ok." His eyelids were getting heavier, he stretched out his hand to pull up the quilt, and said before covering his head, "Sleep, you should also have a good rest, system."

The cube turned back.

The dimly lit room returned to silence.

***

April 11, 12 a.m.

A black Porsche was parked on the side of the street in front of Onimai Tsuji's residence.

There were four people in the car.

Bourbon, who was sitting in the back seat, smiled and introduced Onimai Tsuji, who was also sitting in the back seat, and said, "The driver is vodka, and this one is gin."

The silver-haired young man in the passenger seat looked at Onimai Tsuji from the rearview mirror, and they both looked bad.

"A loyal enough subordinate." Onimai Tsuji commented, "but also very rude."

"Put down your ridiculous face." Qin Jiu said coldly, "Your blood can still be used if you break off a limb."

The red vertical pupils were stained with killing intent, Guiwu Tsuji smiled back without any misery, and said: "Do you dare?

"Vodka, drive." Gin turned his face away and said.

"This is the qualified person?" The man in the back seat sneered, "Consumables that can be replaced at any time, I can create more powerful subordinates."

"It's amazing." Bourbon smiled and agreed.

Vodka, who slowly increased the speed of the car, slammed on the brakes in the next instant.

The unprepared two people in the rear seat almost bumped into the back of the front seat.

"Sorry, big brother." The big man wearing sunglasses said hurriedly, "There is a cat running past in front."

"It's okay." Qin Jiu, who had already put on his seat belt, said calmly, his eyes swept across the two people in the back seat.

Ghost Dance Tsuji Wucan's forehead twitched with blue veins: "Damn it...!"

Bourbon sat up straight, looked out the window, and expressed his willingness to no longer participate.

"I'm really not qualified." Gin said coldly, "but I can get you a code name as quickly as possible."

Ghost Dance Tsuji Wuyou sneered: "It seems that you don't desire the ability to delay the coming of death."

Gin remained silent, seemingly not interested in this topic, and then said: "Your blood? A disgusting ability like a pollution source."

"..." Oni Wu Tsuji had a distorted expression.