Simultaneous Time Travel: Am I the only normal person among them?

"Don't call me and Vodka for these kinds of trivial matters in the future."

"Yes, Margaret, Big Brother is right!"

I support this without thinking or reason.

"Mr. Gin, it's just on the way. Besides, weren't we supposed to have a meeting tonight?"

The reason he was late this morning was because Gin and Vodka needed to talk to him.

Vermouth is back from abroad.

"Margaret, does anyone get into my brother's car?"

Before Gin could speak, Vodka jumped out.

Moreover, he is the eldest brother's personal driver!

Vodka is very proud of it.

then.

Gin said coldly.

"Shut up, Vodka, go and bring the car over here!"

Vodka's expression froze.

Brother, have you also been bewitched by that wretched Margaret?

I'm speaking up for you!

Today Margaret wants to get in your car, tomorrow he'll want to take your place.

Brother, we need to be careful!

Vodka felt wronged, but he didn't say anything.

Because he was going to drive.

Soon, a black Porsche 356A pulled up in front of them.

Luke and Gin got into the car together.

"How did you come to have contact with people from Suzuki?"

Gin asked.

His tone was stiff; it sounded like an inquiry, but more like he was interrogating an undercover agent within the organization.

Luke was used to it; Gin always spoke in that arrogant tone to everyone.

"Didn't you notice?"

Luke asked in a strange tone.

Gin remained calm as he met Luke's gaze.

“I don’t recall having any members of the Suzuki family on the list I gave you.”

The Suzuki Group is a large and powerful conglomerate. Even this organization only cooperates with some of its subsidiaries, and they use various false identities.

They don't want to clash with this behemoth that's entrenched in Japan for the time being.

Upon hearing this, Luke slapped his forehead, suddenly realizing what was going on.

"Okay, my bad, I forgot that you have face blindness, Mr. Gin."

Gin reached into his pocket with one hand, seemingly preparing to draw his gun.

"Just kidding, just kidding, Mr. Gin."

Luke grinned.

"Margaret, how dare you mock my brother for having cognitive impairment!"

The driver, Vodka, flew into a rage.

Gin's face turned sour.

"Big brother, I think we should just throw Margaret away."

"Shut up, Vodka, focus on driving!"

Vodka was once again forcibly silenced.

He became even more convinced that it was Margaret, who was inherently evil, who had seduced Brother Gin!

Otherwise, why would the eldest brother always choose to shut up the ever-loyal Vodka?

"Mr. Gin, haven't you noticed that the Suzuki family's daughter looks a bit like someone?"

Upon hearing this, Gin frowned slightly.

He wasn't actually face-blind; he just couldn't remember the faces of the people he had killed.

Chapter 108 Gin: Ah, Rye!

In my mind, the image of that foolish rich heiress gradually overlapped with that of a stubborn and childish brat.

A flash of understanding crossed Gin's eyes.

Then, Gin continued to take things out of his pocket.

Huh? You're going to pull out a gun?

Luke was a little confused. Could it be that Mr. Gin had done too many missions and only had the option of shooting left in his mind?

Looking through the rearview mirror, Vodka, who was constantly watching the back seat, was overjoyed.

As expected, Gin will not be fooled by Margaret!

Then, his respected older brother Gin took out a cigar from his pocket.

"I was just joking."

Gin's voice remained as flat as ever.

But Luke detected a hint of pleasure in it.

Is it an illusion?

Gin took out a lighter from his coat pocket and lit it.

"Vodka, focus on driving."

He noticed Vodka's subtle movements.

However, it has been confirmed that Gin was indeed happy.

Because he didn't shut the vodka up.

The familiar bar, the familiar people.

"Bartender, give me a Vermouth."

Luke greeted them.

The bartender maintained his smile, nodded, and skillfully prepared the drinks.

"Why is everyone here today? Did the organization give everyone a day off?"

Luke sat at the bar.

At this time, the second floor was where most of the organization's members in Tokyo were staying.

Cohen, Chianti, Bourbon, Ireland, Gin, Vodka, and Margaret.

"Cohen and I just finished a mission and are resting at the base recently."

Chianti shrugged.

"I just finished working."

“Mr. Pisco has been unwell recently, so I’m here to attend the meeting in his place.”

"By the way, have you seen Tequila recently? Mr. Pisco wants to see him."

Ireland Road.

He looked somewhat arrogant, but who could blame him when the organization's veteran Pisco stood behind him?

"Tequila? Come to think of it, it seems like it's been quite a while since I've seen him."

Luke pondered.

He initially made contact with the distillery with the help of tequila.

Despite his tall and robust physique, Tequila speaks with a strong Kansai accent.

But in fact, this guy is really good at getting paid without contributing anything.

They rarely bring a partner on missions, and they usually choose relatively easy guard or trading missions, never going to the front lines.

When Luke first joined the organization, he explained many tips and tricks for slacking off.

"he died."

Gin was indifferent.

Those present were taken aback.

Gin has recently killed quite a few traitors. Could it be that Tequila...

"A bomber was at the scene of Tequila's mission. He and Tequila accidentally swapped cases, and Tequila was killed in the explosion. Tequila had just finished a phone call with me at that time."

Vodka's tone was inexplicable.

No one expected that an outstanding member of the organization would die so unjustly at the hands of a bomber.

The group stared at each other, wide-eyed.

Was the death of Tequila a bit too casual?

"Ahem, where's Vermouth? Wasn't today's meeting all about her?"

Chianti changed the subject, deliberately shifting the focus of the conflict to Vermouth.

She and Vermouth didn't get along at all.

It wasn't just because of the repulsion between people of the same sex, but more because of a philandering man.

"Yes, brother, where are the Vermouths?"

Vodka chimed in.

How dare you leave your elder brother waiting here, Vermouth! You've done so many bad things!

"Your Vermouth is ready."

"Wow, I didn't expect you to have this trick up your sleeve."

Luke took it, somewhat surprised.

"I know a lot more. Would you like to try some more tonight?"

"I asked the bartender."

Those present realized something was wrong.

They had no idea that Margaret had developed an interest in men.

Although quite a few men were indeed interested in Margaret when she first joined the organization.

"You are... Vermouth!?"

Chianti couldn't help but ask.

Gin snorted coldly. This woman still has such a wicked sense of humor.

The bartender smiled and casually ripped off the fake mask.

"Shaman, it's been a long time."

Vermouth lifted Luke's chin, her tone suggestive.

They didn't care at all about Chianti's darkening expression.