Gin doesn't want to work hard

Looking at the familiar yet unfamiliar streets around me.

Amuro Tooru then realized what was happening.

The address I gave seemed to be some distance from where I lived.

Amuro Tooru glanced at the empty street.

Resignedly, he dragged the bag back to his place.

Chapter 41 The Rules of Vodka

To be honest, Kurosawa didn't have as many profound meanings as Amuro Tooru thought.

He simply didn't want to put in the effort.

I don't think vodka is any good.

And Amuro Tooru just happens to be in his hands.

Wouldn't that be perfect to hand it over to him?

After all, there are times when...

Compared to those who are truly loyal to the organization.

Infiltrating is actually more useful.

At least when you are in a higher position than him, and happen to be his direct superior.

They are very useful.

Kurosawa is very experienced in this area.

"Brother, why did you entrust this task to Bourbon?"

Vodka's words interrupted Kurosawa's train of thought.

Vodka was a little confused.

According to his observation, his older brother did not particularly trust Bourbon.

They distrusted him, yet still entrusted him with the gold.

As one of the people who knows Kurosawa best, Vodka knows how serious Kurosawa is when it comes to money.

In addition, the older brother often assigned tasks to Bourbon.

But he didn't follow along and never read Bourbon's task reports.

They seemed quite certain that Bourbon would complete the mission perfectly.

Although Vodka would check Bourbon's mission report afterwards.

He did a really good job.

But my brother's subtle attitude felt very familiar.

The last time my older brother treated someone like this was...

Ray!

Vodka was startled.

That man named Shuichi Akai!

He was later confirmed to be an undercover agent sent by the FBI!

Could it be that?

Bourbon, actually...

Vodka had a bold guess.

Kurosawa watched Vodka's ever-changing expression.

It was easy to see through his thoughts.

"Vodka, just remember that."

"Bourbon is still useful."

"I understand, brother!"

Vodka nodded, discarding all his previous guesses.

As for whether Bourbon was an undercover agent or not.

Vodka neither knew nor cared.

He wasn't very smart, and there were many things he couldn't understand.

But he was very clear about one thing.

He was able to obtain a code name within this organization and gain a certain status.

Even more surprising is that he has survived in the organization for so long.

They all depend on their eldest brother.

Because of his older brother, he has vodka.

Without his older brother, he is nothing.

They might even have died during one of their routine missions long ago.

Therefore, he doesn't need to think about anything.

He just needs to follow his older brother and be a good younger brother.

He would do whatever his older brother told him to do!

He would rather die than do anything his older brother forbade him to do!

This is a principle that vodka has long since ingrained in his heart over the past few years.

……

"Big brother, we've arrived."

Vodka stopped the car and said softly.

Kurosawa responded and got out of the car.

Kurosawa took off his trench coat and hat and stuffed them into the car, then waved.

He gestured that Vodka could leave.

As the car slowly drove away, the already dark alleyway suddenly became pitch black.

Kurosawa didn't seem to mind; after tying up his hair, he went inside.

After all, this is the closest road to his home.

Today, I not only went to several places, but also silenced two groups of people.

The mission has been accomplished.

Adhering to the principle of working one day and resting two days, I'll stay home for the next two days!

Kurosawa made the decision happily.

"Sizzle, sizzle..."

Just as Kurosawa reached the center of the alley.

A sound like a cloth bag scraping against the ground rang out, as if someone was dragging something heavy.

Late at night, in a narrow alley, dragging heavy objects...

Several keywords appeared together.

Kurosawa's first thought was to dispose of the body.

He sniffed, but couldn't smell any blood.

Isn't it a corpse?

What is that...?

With a hint of curiosity, Kurosawa continued forward.

Until he saw a familiar dark-skinned man.

Kurosawa: "..."

Amuro Tooru on the other side had obviously noticed Kurosawa as well.

In order to get home faster, he chose to take a shortcut, but he didn't expect to run into someone...

A hint of murderous intent flashed subconsciously in Amuro Tooru's eyes.

Kurosawa was somewhat speechless.

Didn't we send it back to him?

Why are you dragging gold bricks through alleys so late at night?

Kurosawa clicked his tongue inwardly, realizing that Amuro Tooru had given a fake address.

If we hadn't run into them.

Whatever Amuro Tooru does is none of his business.

So what if you give a fake address? In the end, he'll be the one who suffers.

But now, by sheer coincidence, the two of them have run into each other again.

At this time, Kurosawa's identity was still "Kurosawa Jin".

Tsk, trouble.

Seeing Amuro Tooru's increasingly hostile gaze.

Kurosawa decided to take a gamble.

Now we can only hope that this undercover police officer won't harm innocent bystanders.