an hour ago.

Gin, who was sitting in his car, lit a cigarette, and the thick dark circles under his eyes betrayed that he had not been able to close his eyes for more than twenty-four hours, and nicotine cheered him up to continue to the location of the next mission.

Slowly exhaling a puff of smoke, Gin sat in the passenger seat, took off the black leather gloves in his left hand, and slid his fingertips across the screen of his phone, the page stuck on the email that had not been answered half an hour ago.

"Vodka, is your phone still not working?"

Swallowing the sandwich in his mouth, Vodka raised his hand to wipe the mayonnaise from the corner of his mouth and nodded: "Yes, big brother, I called again after buying the sandwich, and it still shows that it is turned off." ”

The members of the action team may have a mission at any time, except for the flight mode on the plane, which is basically on standby 24 hours a day and will not be turned off.

An inexplicable sense of unease came to my heart, could it be that something happened to McCarron?

But the task assigned yesterday was not difficult, and it was carried out with Bourbon, so it stands to reason that there would be no surprises. As for Bourbon's mobile phone number, Gin deleted it after the last dial.

Just as Gin was about to ask Vodka to retrieve Bourbon's mobile phone number from the organization's database, he unexpectedly received an email from Belmode. After reading the contents of the email, a coldness flashed in his eyes, and this look was caught by the vodka sitting next to him, and he was so frightened that he almost stuffed the sandwich wrapper into his mouth and ate it.

Who made Big Brother angry again?! Why is there only himself next to the eldest brother at this time?!

"Toriyacho 4-chome 14 Banji, go here immediately, fast, Vodka!"

"Yes! Eldest brother! ”

Vodka hurriedly clenched the steering wheel and stepped on the accelerator to turn around and go to Toriyacho, he didn't know what was going on, but the eldest brother was so out of shape must be a very serious situation, he didn't dare to slack off.

Rushing to the place where Gin said, Vodka saw a woman with long curly light blonde hair standing in front of this unremarkable building, dressed in a black motorcycle suit—it was Belmode, shouldn't she be in the United States? How did it appear in Toyacho?

Gin directly pushed open the co-pilot's door, walked up to Belmode with a calm face, and asked, "Are you sure he's inside?" ”

"When I arrived at the scene, I saw that Curacao had brought him here, but luckily he didn't lose it, otherwise... Things are probably hard to control. Belmode changed his usual joking tone and said with a serious face.

The reason why she didn't enter alone was because she was afraid that she would not be Curacao's opponent, and it would be bad if the other party did anything to get McCarron. When confronting that adult, making a wrong move will give the initiative to the other party, so she must be cautious.

"Hmph, Vodka, go get the bomb in the trunk."

"Yes, big brother!"

Vodka with question marks on his head has absolutely no idea who "he" is in their mouths, so why should he play riddles at such a critical moment? I complained in my heart, but I acted quickly, and I didn't forget to lock the car door after bringing the spare bomb in the trunk of the car.

"Big brother, what do you say?"

"Follow me."

Gin raised his foot and kicked the double door open, his dark green eyes scanned the dimly lit room, the laboratory could not be placed upstairs, it could only be underground.

He paced around the room and fixed his gaze on the large carpet on the wooden floor in the living room.

"Vodka, move the carpet out of the way."

"Yes, big brother!"

The vodka was very strong, and he easily moved the sofa and coffee table pressed on the carpet, and then pulled his right hand to the side, and the more than ten kilograms of carpet was lifted by him, revealing the pine floor underneath.

Belmode, who knew what Gin was thinking, took a lighter out of his pocket and helped light the cigarette that Gin had pulled out. Following the direction of the flow of cigarette smoke, the entrance to the basement was successfully determined.

Gin took out the dagger and stuck it in the small gap in the floor and pried it open, and sure enough, it was relatively loose, and there was a button hidden underneath. At this point, he didn't have much patience, and after pressing the button, he moved the floor to the size that an adult could pass through, and walked straight down, and told the vodka to hurry down.

Looking at the closed electronic door in the basement, Gin stood there with a blank face and smoking a cigarette, and the vodka trotting down knew what to do without the prompting of his eldest brother, and skillfully placed the bomb and burst the electronic door.

After the smoke cleared, and when he saw the situation inside, Gin's face became even more ugly.

After Belmode saw that the white-haired young man roaring like a beast in the transparent glass cabin was Macallan, he immediately shouted loudly: "Rum, stop your behavior immediately!" ”

“Macallan？！” Vodka exclaimed, he didn't expect that the person with a hideous face and red eyes was actually The Macallan!

“Vermouth？ Even Gin you're here, it's really lively. What to do with all this fuss, I'm just conducting an experiment, and if the experiment is successful, the gentleman will love it. ”

Rum was not in a hurry, as if he knew that they could not do anything about him, and his tone was extraordinarily calm.

Gin is naturally not a representative of a good temper, he quickly pulled out his beloved Beretta and aimed at Curacao's head, and threatened in a cold voice: "Stop, or I will kill her." ”

"If you have too much anger, it's not good for your health." Rum's tone was mixed with a smile, but soon he couldn't laugh anymore, because he found out that his program had been hacked, who could it be?

There was a low, vicissitudes of voice coming from the empty underground laboratory, and if Ritsu Sasashima still had a little sense, he could hear that it was the gentleman.

"Macallan is my man. Are you ready to go against my will? Rum。 ”

“……”

After being silent for a long time, Rum chuckled: "So he's your guy, sorry, I thought he was just an ordinary action team member." Curacao, immediately terminate the experiment. ”

"Yes, sir."

Curacao reached out and pressed the red button, and could hear the instrument being turned off, even the clear glass hatch being opened. Ritsu Sasashima, who was still roaring, was like being sedated, and his whole body was limp and unable to lift his strength, and his whole body fell into a state of weakness.

The moment the shackles that confined his limbs were opened, he fell straight backwards, and if it weren't for the vodka's quick reaction, the back of his head would have hit the ground with a new wound.

“Macallan？！ Big brother, this..."

Gin looked at the unconscious Macallan with a gloomy face, and after a few seconds of thought, he said, "You take him out of here first, take off your coat and put it on him." ”

"Yes, big brother."

Rum asked, "Boss, there's one thing I'd like to report to you as an excuse for my apologies, and it's the information that Curacao found in the FBI Bureau of Investigation. ”

"Oh? Tell me about it. ”

"The real identity of Rye, a codename member of the Japan Action Group, is an FBI investigator who shot Macallan and seriously injured him. Curacao happened to be on the scene at the time, and wanted to chase down the cunning FBI, but found that Macallan was not dead, so he planned to bring him to the experiment. ”

"Hmm. And then what? ”

"So it's just a misunderstanding, sorry, boss, I didn't think it through."

"It's time to withdraw, Vermouth, Gin."

"Yes, sir."

“Yes，Boss.”

Belmode glanced meaningfully at Curacao, who was standing there motionless, and left with Gin's pace.

Curacao realizes that her mission has failed, but still doesn't have too much expression on her face, and after waiting for Rum to leave the channel, she cleans up the scene and sets it on fire, burning it out.

Meanwhile, inside an estate in the city of Reykjavík, Iceland.

The man in the black robe stood in front of the window, playing a shogi in his hand, and said slowly.

"It's getting more and more interesting."