Gin didn't open his mouth after saying a word, and his dark green eyes looked like a wolf ready to attack under the lamp. Vodka was as silent as a stake from beginning to end, adhering to the principle of "big brother doesn't move, I don't move" and "big brother drinks and I hand out cigarettes" Standing behind gin. Patron with a pink braid on the back of his head smiled and sat aside with a glass as he came in with gin, and the ice cubes made a crisp crashing sound in the glass, and the dazzling light reflected from the sake reflected on Toru Asada's face.

The brown-haired young man didn't pay any attention to the low air pressure around Gin, and shook the golden juice very casually in front of the person opposite him before opening his mouth.

"I remember I said hello to you in advance, Gin."

"I'm just reminding you not to forget who you are." The silver-haired, green-eyed man narrowed his eyes condescendingly.

"Remember," Toru Asada bent the corners of his eyes at Gin, his voice full of looseness, "Don't Sakura on your left chest and hold a police gun in your right hand, and find a way to get your hands on anything valuable other than your salary—right?" ”

Isn't it just an undercover agent?

The red and black sides have been fighting for many years, and the two cliffs are like distant opposites, and I don't know which little clever ghost in the organization has a bad idea, so I have to make a unilateral channel for sharing information and build a single-plank bridge of friendship between the two cliffs.

It just so happens that he has never been named on the police's side, and after being transferred from the action group to the intelligence group four years ago, he took the entrance examination of the University of Tokyo, and his identity and background are suitable, and he can't see the outburst if he doesn't look closely at the police pile-

What's more, there are so few normal people in the organization.

So I slapped him on the head and threw him over.

"Okay, there's a mission to call you out this time." Patron watched enough of the scene before he opened his mouth.

"I also know that I don't come out of the wall in the middle of the night to watch you drink with a glass of juice," the brown-haired young man lazily tilted on the sofa, his eyelids not lifted, "Tell me, what's the matter?" ”

He is used to it, there are always some silver-haired and green-eyed unlucky things that don't let him go undercover with peace of mind, and he calls him every other day to get on a mission, and he has to be responsible for all the tasks related to the Metropolitan Police Department, and the number of times he runs back to the base camp is so arrogant that he has no undercover spirit.

It's like he's forced to listen to Onizuka's instructor sing a big drama all day long during the day, and he has to come over at night to listen to gin and hum a little song, and there is no peace in the day and night, and he doesn't even get a good night's sleep.

The pandas had to be exhausted to death by them.

If this happens a few more times, he will have to reasonably suspect that the organization and the Japanese government have reached some kind of magical agreement, sending undercover agents to work two jobs to alleviate the social problem of labor shortage - when it is necessary to lay off employees, he will handcuff the deputy silver and reward peanuts at the same time, and he can save a lot of compensation wages.

Tut.

Toru Asada returned to the right track in an instant after his divergent thinking, straightened his body slightly, and lazily raised his eyebrows at the few people in front of him:

"Declare in advance, if you dare to temporarily stuff me with a drone in the middle of the night and let me run to the door of some hellish congressman's house to investigate the enemy's situation, I will dare to use the gin hat as a temporary tarmac."

"Oh, why don't you try."

"Break me up, get out of the way and get to work."

Not long ago, the young man who had just changed into a police academy uniform choked back angrily.

One day just two months ago, he was called by a text message from an inappropriate model worker colleague in the middle of the night. As a result, he drove the car all the way to the bar safely, and saw Gin looking at him with a cigarette on his face, saying that Congressman Kamikawa, who had always cooperated with the organization, was suspected of having different intentions, but because the other party still had high use value, it was inconvenient to turn his face with others without conclusive evidence.

The hapless lawmakers were unlucky enough, but they were outrageously cautious – the mansion was so tightly guarded that everything from infrared surveillance to radar detection made a villa look like a military base.

He once suspected that Congressman Kamikawa used all the black money earned from the organization to prevent the enemy from retaliating, and judging from the prevention and control deployment of the entire house, his old man might have to pay for it.

Why bother—

Well, it didn't have anything to do with him in the first place, but the hapless house's armament forced back a few codename members who tried to infiltrate one after another, and finally Patron smiled and threw him a modified drone to help gather evidence of Senator Kamikawa's betrayal.

"The latest model available on the market is equipped with an infrared night vision camera with a coating that avoids infrared detectors and radars - although it is not impossible to organize better detection equipment, it is better not to be too ostentatious with your current status."

At that time, Patron said this, and Toru Asada only felt the corners of his forehead jumping-

Whose drone has an invisible coating on it!

Well, no one can tell.

"Why did you tell me to go? No one in BFI? ”

"Senator Kamikawa's position is important, and there are no trustworthy people here to organize it," Toru Asada looked at his young tame and increased the curvature of his eyebrows a few points, "As for gin-"

"- Stop, the picture of him squatting on the steps playing with a drone is so beautiful that I can't think about it." The brown-haired youth glanced at Gin, who was standing behind the sofa, and then exchanged a sneer.

"It will take time for the organization to train a new spokesperson for the pharmaceutical mouth, and the BOSS's order is to continue the cooperative relationship with Congressman Kamikawa until solid evidence is found."

Patron's voice was unhurried, but Toru Asada hooked the corners of his mouth with interest and played with the small plane in his hand.

"Oh—what if I find it."

"Then I'll be wronged for him to come with us," Patron said in a solemn voice, still with a thunderous smile on his face.

So that day he played with the remote control plane for half a night in the night wind, and on the way back to the dormitory, he tore down the window of the old reference room, and was picked up from his bed early in the morning, and his sleep was not enough for four hours.

Workers, working souls, workers are really not people-

"But big brother, didn't Sunrise really get back the evidence of that guy's betrayal that day?" The only one in the audience looked and looked, and spoke out in an atmosphere of confrontation and watching the play.

"Then he was targeted by the lackeys of the police for a whole month." Gin snorted coldly.

"It's not my problem," the brown-haired young man swept his gaze over Patron on the side meaningfully, and the next second met Gin's gaze, "A police academy student inexplicably bumped into the scene of the organization's extermination, and it's normal for the public security to prevent you from making trouble with me." ”

On the way to the meeting, the six of them bumped into Congressman Kamikawa jumping out of the car and calling for help, followed by a series of chases and explosions. In the month since then, each of them will have a few more small tails behind them when they leave school, writing close to protection, reading as casting fat bait to catch big fish.

If he hadn't been caught up inexplicably, according to the organization's previous style of stealth, he might have been caught by the public security.

- Of course, it's hard to say whether it's fishing or being eaten by fish.