The moon and stars are sparse, and the sky is cloudless.

On the highway back to Tokyo from a certain prefecture, a pitch-black sedan with its headlights tearing through the darkness and speeding towards Tokyo.

On the side of the road, the blue road sign with a speed limit of 70 flashed away.

Rolling down the window, a pair of slender hands on the car door, holding a cigarette:

"Big brother, why are we in such a hurry to go back to Tokyo?"

Vodka was in a somewhat depressed mood:

"It's okay to stay one night before leaving."

A prefecture is so far away from Tokyo that it takes more than four hours to get there.

According to the old custom, the backbone of the meeting can rest in the villa for one night and then set off the next day.

Bosses are also reasonable people.

Drowsy driving is a must.

After the meeting, Vodka thought that I could drink two glasses of vodka and rest comfortably for a night...

As a result, Gin pulled him out of the villa and didn't even eat dinner.

"Didn't you hear what the boss said tonight?"

On the seat that was put back down, Gin crossed his legs and his face was indifferent:

"Belmode, they also want the vacated spot in tequila."

"We must not give it away!"

"Hmm..."

Vodka manipulated the steering wheel, yawned, rubbed his sour eyes and asked:

"But didn't the boss say that as long as Sakaki Makoto kills Akemi Miyano with his own hands, he can become the backbone...."

"You're only scratching the surface."

Gin took a puff on his cigarette and said:

"Another meaning of the boss is that he doesn't trust Sakakikoto."

"If Makoto doesn't kill Akemi Miyano, we're going to kill him!"

"But he... I've known Akemi Miyano for a long time... Damn it! ”

A punch was slammed into the thigh, and Gin's face was very ugly.

Not many people in the organization knew the inside story of that year.

Rum, Belmode, Pisque, Tequila....

In addition to the boss, there are only these veterans left in the organization.

But Pisk was not his man.

His information was learned from the mouth of agave, but agave was not the backbone 17 years ago, and could only be regarded as the elite of the low-level personnel, so he didn't know much.

For example, the relationship between Sakaki's father, Ryunosuke, and Miyano Elena and his wife, he is not clear at all.

Since that riot, Tequila has been promoted because of the lack of manpower in the organization.

The disparity of information led to Gin's misjudgment.

It may also be that Sakaki's acting skills are too superb.

Even he didn't see the flaw.

Especially after being arrested in the police station, Sakaki Cheng worked hard to defend him in front of the big people in the Metropolitan Police Department, and the words he said seemed to be from the bottom of his heart, true feelings....

This made him feel that Sakaki Makoto is a talent that can be truly trusted and cultivated.

Outcome...

"Big brother, why are you pulling out a gun?"

Out of the corner of his eye, vodka noticed Gin's movements.

Gin stepped down from his magazine and was checking his Beretta M92F.

"Test Sakakikoto."

Brass bullets, one by one, were withdrawn.

Eventually, Gin reloaded the empty magazine into the gun and pulled the chamber twice to make sure there were no bullets in the gun before putting it away.

"But isn't he able to dodge bullets?"

Vodka asked in surprise:

"We've tested it all..."

"Made!"

Gin scolded secretly, and remembered the fact that Vodka had drawn his Uzi submachine gun and strafed it.

Bullets should be reserved for enemies and traitors, not against teammates!

Talent training is not easy, why do you think about woe to your own people every day with vodka?

"This time it's just me who shoots, don't do it!"

Gin felt the need to tell him a good word about vodka:

"Got it?"

"Okay..."

Vodka nodded reluctantly:

"Big brother, what you say is what..."

"Have you contacted Kento Naoi?"

Gin asked again.

Before he left, that is, at eight o'clock, he dialed Sakaki's mobile phone, but he couldn't get through, so he had no choice but to ask Kento Naoi to talk.

At eight o'clock in the evening, it stands to reason that Sakaki should stay at the institute.

"Contacted."

Vodka yawned again, and his eyes were a little unopen:

"Kento Naoi said that Sakaki's phone is dead."

"They're waiting for us at the institute."

"Stop, I'll drive it."

Noticing the state of the vodka, Gin retracted his long legs from the center console.

The Porsche 356A stopped on the side of the road.

The two swap places.

No way, vodka is just too sleepy ....

I got up early in the morning today, and after driving for nearly 10 hours, I had a lunch meal.

Whether it's mental or physical, it's really a little unbearable....

..................

Looking at that cold text message on your phone...

Sakaki shuddered.

Didn't you say you'd come back tomorrow night?

How did you rush back overnight?

Boss Qin, you have no credibility as a man!

"What's wrong?"

In the taxi, Shiho Miyano looked at it curiously:

"What's going on?"

"Gin said..."

Sakaki frowned and said:

"He's got half an hour to the institute."

"You want to see me."

"See you at this time?"

Shiho Miyano lowered his head and pondered, his face gradually becoming solemn:

"Master, please rush to the Qingchang Biological Experiment Research Institute within 20 minutes."

"Ouch, this young lady..."

The driver looked in the rearview mirror and said with some embarrassment:

"It takes at least 40 minutes to get from the Rice Flower Town Hall to the research institute...."

"I'll add money."

Ten Fukuzawa Yukichi threw it to the front row.

The driver was stunned:

"It's not about money..."

"Two hundred thousand."

"I..."

"Thirty."

In the end, Miss Miyano-sama didn't even bother to say anything.

Her expression matched her movements, as indifferent as the crowned Empress Highness giving orders to her knights.

That unmistakable tone, unsmiling face....

Make the driver smile.

With a wipe of his sleeve, thirty Fukuzawa Yuji was wrapped in his bag, and his smile was as bright as a man-eating flower:

"Hey..."

"If it weren't for the pleasing eyes of the little girl, I wouldn't be able to do this no matter how much money I give..."

"Less nonsense, drive!"

"Okay..."

The temptation of 300,000 yuan is enough for the taxi driver to withstand the pressure of the company and eat a few tickets.

Just find the right excuse afterwards...

Anyway, it's not the first time he's done this.

"Money... I'll pay you back. ”

Sakaki scratched his head, not knowing what to say for a while.

He owes Miss Miyano, it's too much.

"Are you ready to come to your senses?"

Miss Miyano took Sakaki's notepad and pen and wrote:

"You owe me 50 million, and I wiped it on you for a fraction of 300,000..."

"1 cent of interest per month, if you don't count the principal, you have to pay me back 416,000 yuan a month."

"And your salary is 900,000 a month..."

Sakaki looked at her dumbfounded.

"Except for the monthly expenses of travel, meals, appointments, etc...."

Counting... Miss Miyano-sama was silent.

Ten seconds later, she looked up and handed the notebook back:

"Forget it."

"Why don't you just hand in your payroll card?"