Distillery Japan Airport.

Toot-toot-toot-

The phone rang, and Izawa hurriedly picked it up, and Gin's low, cold voice came.

"Coming to Japan? Come to the C entrance. ”

Izawa didn't hang up the phone, and ran towards Entrance C with a few luggage.

A car is parked at entrance C.

- It was the Gin car Porsche 356A.

Izawa opened the rear door and sat inside, where he saw Vodka in the driver's seat nodding to him.

Izawa once developed a deep friendship with vodka because of the game.

The gin in the passenger seat is still the same as before, with well-maintained long silver hair and an old-fashioned black trench coat.

The car is open, and the car driven by vodka today is still very stable.

Gin, who was sitting in the passenger seat, hung up the phone, pulled out his love gun, Beretta M9, and pointed it at Izawa.

Anyone who is suddenly pointed at a gun is scared, and Izawa is no exception. But although he was a little scared in his heart, Ize still skillfully covered his face.

"Brother Gin, I haven't seen you for a long time, and your gun insurance hasn't been opened." Izawa reminded kindly according to the persona.

The hat covered most of Gin's face, and even Izawa, who was facing Gin, didn't see Gin's expression.

Gin sneered and put the gun back.

This sneer almost sent Izawa away.

- Izawa recalls the fear of being dominated by gin in his childhood in his previous life. Gin smiled, and Tokyo blew up.

"Tennessee whiskey."

Izawa: ?

Gin lit the cigarette with the cigarette lighter on the car, "Your code name." ”

The smoke quickly dispersed.

Sitting in the back seat, Izawa, who was smoking second-hand smoke, had already released a firework in his heart.

- His fake wine finally has its own code name, yay!

On the streets of Tokyo, a Porsche 356A drives by.

A passer-by who knew how to drive saw it with his eyes lit up and silently wrote down the license plate.

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"You're regressing."

In the organization's stronghold, Gin pulled up Ize, who had almost broken his ribs on the ground, "Your physical fitness needs to be strengthened too." ”

- It's clear that Izawa has enjoyed Gin's personal training for the first time in a long time.

Izawa made a list of lips and rubbed his bruised abdomen that had just been punched with Gin with his fist.

He knew that Gin had actually left his hand, and if Gin got serious, he would probably have to go directly to the ICU today to be a remote companion to Hiroki.

So why is such a powerful gin's favorite move to plant a bomb?

Izawa thought about it for a while and understood that it was the most convenient and time-saving way to plant a bomb, and as soon as the bomb exploded gin, it would drive the next field.

Just as Izawa was thinking, Gin pulled Ize in, lifted Izawa's shirt, and pressed it against the bone.

This painful Izawa hissed, good guy, don't use so much force to check if the bone is broken.

"It seems that I didn't have the strength to hold on to it just now, okay, the bones are not broken." Gin withdrew his hand and motioned for Ize to follow him, "Go to the fulldome shooting range." ”

Izawa was stunned on the spot, [Gin doesn't want to take me to snipe, does he?] My hands are still trembling! ]

Is Gin inappropriate?

It turned out that yes, in the fulldome shooting range, Gin handed over a sniper rifle.

Izawa grabbed the gun, steadied himself, and began.

Gin, who had been observing Izawa's gin in the shadows not far away, frowned slightly, it was obvious that Izawa's shooting results were not satisfactory to Gin.

Gin walked over and interrupted Izawa. He took the gun from Ize's hand and fired a shot quickly and accurately, 700 yards.

After firing the shot, he looked at Ize and handed the gun back to Izawa.

That was the first time Izawa had seen Gin's eyes clearly.

It was not what he imagined, those dark green eyes were very beautiful, but the coldness in his eyes ruined the beauty a little.

Before Izawa could finish appreciating it, Gin's words pulled him out of emotion.

"You're too weak, I wouldn't be surprised if your body appeared in Tokyo Bay one day." Gin turned around and walked a few steps, then turned back, "Tennessee, I'm not going to collect your body." ”

Leaving Izawa alone, he looked at the sniper rifle in his hand and fell into deep thought.

He was a little confused.

He knew that Gin was not a good person, and that Gin might have killed him with one shot after knowing that he was fake wine, but he just had a little weak-heartedness.

And the vodka in the corner, who had been secretly eating melons and observing for a long time, silently sighed: This Ize is too daze-loving.

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[I have returned to Japan.] 】

[Received.] 】