"A cup of agave sunrise, not agave."

The brown-haired young man walked into the bar in the darkness of the night, his eyes met the bartender's unwavering eyes, and he bent the corners of his mouth meaningfully at the bartender in the passionate and hot background sound, and raised his hand to knock three times on the counter unhurriedly.

"Open a box, I have an appointment."

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Back in time five months ago, at that time, a group of unlucky children had not yet stepped out of the police academy, and the biggest thing they had ever caused was to fight over the wall and eat some supper.

The kidnapping and even murder of Congressman Kamikawa had been intervened by the public security two months ago, and there was no room for a group of little rabbit cubs to put their beaks, Matsuda Jinpei obediently recovered his injuries under the strict watchful eye of five people, and the rest of the people occasionally mysteriously did not know what to do, but most of the time they still laughed and played at the police academy, and then turned their heads and laughed and forgot about these gossips and trivial matters.

The June sun is not so scorching on the skin, and the air is warm until night, and there is a sound of rubbing on the branches and leaves of the cherry blossom trees in the wind that has just entered summer, and the angry scolding of the instructor Onizuka is full of vigor.

It wasn't until night fell, and all the creatures other than the rats in the police academy had fallen asleep, that Toru Asada climbed over the wall, took out his silver-gray private car, which he had specially parked nearby, and drove all the way to a bar on Mito Street.

There are hundreds of such bars in Tokyo, large and small, ranging from gray areas to organizations that have already established themselves. They stand intricately and silently in the dark night, like a dividing line between light and darkness, there are ordinary social animals at the door humming a little song and getting drunk, and there are underworld members in the box wiping guns and chatting about topics that can be on the Metropolitan Police Department's wanted warrant in minutes.

If any of the new police stars wipe out these bars, the Metropolitan Police Department will issue bonuses in minutes until they go bankrupt.

Silence and obedience are the best means of welcoming customers in such a place, and it may be that the bartender has already seen too many people, etc., and the middle-aged man in the camel gray vest behind the bar did not question Toru Asada's strange request, but nodded with a wooden face, and expertly ushered the person into a secluded box.

– Then serve a glass of orange juice mixed with pomegranate syrup.

Tequila Sunrise, the basic cocktail in the bars, is a well-known summer special, characterized by tequila mixed with a moderate amount of orange juice and a small amount of pomegranate syrup to blend it, the color transitions from yellow to red, and it looks like the color of the sky at sunrise.

The more striking feature is that rounding up after removing tequila is equivalent to a glass of orange juice, and a large bottle can be bought for a few hundred yen in the supermarket, in a sense, it is very similar to not eating eel in eel rice, and removing barbecued pork ramen.

"You still hate tequila so much." Toru Asada had just raised his hand to take a sip of the drink in the glass, when a mellow and clear voice sounded in his ears.

A young man with black-rimmed glasses was standing in front of him, his pink hair curled slightly over his shoulders, and a gentle smile on the corner of his mouth, looking like a college student who had just stepped out of school, exuding a harmless bookish air.

At first glance, no one would have thought that this person would be a dangerous person named in the public security, the first-class person in charge of action planning in the organization, and in the more knowledgeable underworld organization, Patron's code name itself is even much more deterrent than himself.

"Long time no see, Patron."

The brown-haired young man raised the cocktail glass in his hand as if he was invited, looking at ease and casually, as if he was preparing to drink two or three glasses of wine with his friends in the middle of the night, and then walked in the atrium—

Just kidding, in addition to the road or the road outside in the middle of the night, the only place suitable for night tours is Tokyo Bay, and now in the past, you may be able to bump into someone carrying a cement tank to exercise.

It's not easy to go out on a field trip at night, and he can't always stand aside and cheer people on.

"It's been a long time," Patron walked to the end of the sofa and sat down, glancing at the cocktail glass in the brown-haired youth's hand before slowly spitting out two words, "Orange juice." ”

"Sunrise, thank you – it's not easy to make wine, please be a little respectful of my alcohol content." The young man with a glass of orange juice in his hand raised his eyebrows and looked back.

He is well receptive to the ridicule of the other side, anyway, Tequila Sunrise dislikes his code name in a group of people who entered the organization in the early days, and there are always some idle and panicked guys who feel that they should change their nicknames, especially the guy who grew up with him on the other side.

In fact, this can't be blamed on others, it was he himself on the day he heard the code name, in front of a group of people with an indifferent face and asked if he could remove this unlucky thing, and then the next second he sent a text message back to the boss asking how much money in the organization mall could be used to change the name card.

After that, nothing big happened, at most, according to the stupid rules of the organization that if you kill the code name members, you can be promoted, and he almost became someone else's code name task that day.

"Tequila Sunrise, a codename that sounds like Tequila his son or Tequila Plus is as unstylish, who wants to drink the same bottle of wine with that meaty uncle."

- Afterwards, the brown-haired young man also complained in private.

This unfortunate code name is pitiful, as if the name of the organization has finally run out, and he can make up the scene of the boss with his eyes closed, and the name of the boss is bald and he throws a coin casually.

But if you think about it carefully, it's okay, the elderly crow lovers have a lot of opportunities, and they have to chat with more than a dozen subordinates at the same time with a mobile phone every day, and there are thousands of members of the organization, and it is really not easy to think of a wine that does not have the same name.

Of course, Toru Asada didn't say this to others, otherwise he would have become someone else's code task on the spot in minutes.

But in a sense, the wine name culture really restricts the development of the scale of the organization, and the brown-haired young man secretly added in his heart.

"People who drink with a glass of juice in their hands every day are not qualified to say this."

Toru Asada thought turned and turned, and couldn't help but yawn, the door of the box opened again, and the bartender respectfully introduced two people, one tall and one short, and he took a slow sip of juice, and then looked up—

The neat black coat, without the slightest bright color on the whole body, and the face was so cold that there was no trace of a smile, it looked like a mindless and unhappy duo who had just left the funeral scene and ran all the way to the bar.

I'm not happy that he's really out of luck.

The brown-haired young man hooked the corners of his mouth at the person in front of him:

"Good night, Gin, I hope you disturb people's dreams in the middle of the night not because you can't find anyone to drink."

Then a sneer came from his ear:

"I won't call you out again, you really think of yourself as a police academy student."