Gin doesn't want to work hard

In addition to authenticating identity, it also has location tracking capabilities in certain special circumstances.

Moreover, communication among organization members mostly relies on mobile phones.

Although most of the time they communicate by phone, it is not uncommon to communicate by email.

It's not impossible for someone to infiltrate an organization by disguising themselves as a person using a specific mobile phone without ever meeting in person.

In a sense, discarding your phone is equivalent to discarding your identity.

Simply put, it's defection.

Although his older brother wasn't as loyal to the organization as he seemed, Vodka didn't think he would defect so easily.

"I'll leave my phone with you for the next few days," Kurosawa said.

He'll be spending the next few days with Shuichi Akai, so he probably won't be able to check his phone or reply to messages promptly.

It would be better to leave it to Vodka and let him handle it.

Anyway, Vodka has been with me for so long, so he can still manage to reply to simple messages.

The others are fine.

The main targets were Vermouth and Amuro Tooru, the two people he had sent to Osaka.

The two people who didn't go voluntarily are very likely to cause him trouble.

Amuro Tooru might be a little better off.

But Vermouth will definitely use the mission as an excuse to harass him!

Vermouth's actions served no purpose other than irritating Kurosawa and increasing the chances of him being exposed.

Anyway, it's all unimportant stuff, so we can just leave it to Vodka to handle.

Vodka breathed a sigh of relief when he realized that Kurosawa only wanted him to keep the phone safe for a short time.

It's good that my brother isn't planning to defect.

As for helping his older brother reply to messages, Vodka is quite adept at it.

After all, it's not like we haven't done it before.

Replying to emails is fine, but what if someone calls...

When in doubt, consult your elder brother.

Vodka bluntly asked his question.

"Brother, what if someone calls?"

"Bye."

Kurosawa's answer was very concise.

"Uh……"

The vodka choked a little.

But considering Kurosawa's past practices, it doesn't seem like it's impossible to do this.

"What if it's the Boss calling?"

Kurosawa frowned slightly upon hearing this.

That scumbag boss?

Kurosawa thought for a moment and said.

"Hang up, then contact me."

Kurosawa gave his usual phone number.

"Oh, alright."

Although somewhat surprised, Vodka nodded to indicate that he understood.

As for hanging up on the boss...

Vodka truly lives up to its reputation as the eldest brother.

Kurosawa calculated the time it took to get out and felt it was about time to go back and find Shuichi Akai.

Otherwise, it wouldn't be good if Shuichi Akai woke up and ran away on his own.

But before that, Kurosawa looked at the vodka again.

"Big brother?"

Vodka instinctively straightened up.

“Shoot me… never mind, give me the gun.”

Considering Vodka's previous behavior, Kurosawa felt it was better to do it himself.

Vodka nodded blankly and handed over the gun.

Then he saw Kurosawa swiftly strike him.

"Brother?!"

Vodka's eyes widened, and he cried out in surprise.

"Be quiet."

Kurosawa frowned slightly.

He always knew how to use force; the bullet grazed his side, and aside from a little bleeding, there were no major problems.

Then, Kurosawa changed the angle a few more times and created wounds on his arms, calves, and shoulders.

However, after a short while, Kurosawa looked much more disheveled.

Fresh blood seeped out, soaking the clothes, making it look extremely tragic.

Kurosawa sniffed and, unsurprisingly, detected a bloody smell.

almost.

The self-inflicted injury tactic may be old-fashioned, but it's sure to be effective.

This is especially true for Shuichi Akai and his group.

Having saved his life twice in a row, Kurosawa was confident he could raise Akai Shuichi's favorability rating.

It's time to let Shuichi Akai put his Conan-esque sniping skills to good use.

If one day "kind-hearted Kurosawa" encounters "evil criminal," Kurosawa believes that Shuichi Akai will make the right choice.

Kurosawa tossed the gun back to Vodka.

"Brother, you..."

Vodka hurriedly took the gun, then hesitated, as if he wanted to say something but couldn't.

"Remember what I said, you can contact me if there's any emergency."

Kurosawa ignored Vodka's reaction, gave him a single instruction, and then turned and left.

Vodka watched Kurosawa's retreating figure, his eyes gradually becoming wiser.

There must be a reason why my brother did this!

He just needs to do the things his older brother assigns him!

……

In the alley.

Shuichi Akai was struggling to get up.

Kurosawa regained consciousness shortly after distracting Vodka.

However, due to his injuries and the residual effects of the medication, he was still unable to control his body.

Even now, he can barely raise his hand.

It was quiet around them; clearly, the vodka had been lured away by Kurosawa.

But Shuichi Akai was not happy at all.

He also vaguely remembered hearing gunshots while he was unconscious.

He didn't think it was an illusion.

Vodka definitely fired at Kurosawa!

Shuichi Akai dared not gamble on the possibility of Kurosawa escaping successfully.

He must do something!

With unwavering willpower, Shuichi Akai slowly managed to stand up, supporting himself against the wall.

But that's all.

No matter how strong a person's will is, when their body reaches its limit, there is nothing they can do.

Shuichi Akai tried to walk forward, but as soon as he took a step, he fell forward uncontrollably.

"Oh!"

He knelt on the ground, making a dull thud.

"Damn it!"

Even Shuichi Akai couldn't help but curse in this situation.

This is resentment at one's own powerlessness, and also concern for Kurosawa.

Just then, a series of slightly heavy footsteps sounded.

Shuichi Akai slightly widened his eyes and looked up ahead.

Someone is coming from behind the wall!

who is it?

Could it be Kurosawa?