Chapter 249 Another Double Blow

After receiving Gin's email, Toru Amuro suddenly lost interest in continuing to clean.

He actually planned to clean up all traces of his residence in this room, such as shoe prints, fingerprints, hair, skin flakes, etc.

Of course, these traces cannot be completely cleaned, but as long as they are not found before the next guest moves in, those subtle traces will be quickly confused and covered after the new guest moves in.

And now, since Gin has assigned him a new task, it means that he has to stay here for a few more days... There is no other way, the cleaning work can only be postponed.

Toru Amuro glanced at the newly decorated living room, and her resentment towards Gin became deeper and deeper, and even Mescal, the person in charge of the operation, was also affected.

But even though he was very reluctant, Toru Amuro still sent an email to Mescal very dedicatedly.

Nobuhiro: "..."

He would never admit that he was snickering expressionlessly.

This is what makes Gin so annoying. He really treats his colleagues equally. Poor Bourbon probably never expected that before leaving, he would be captured by Gin to do some work.

In addition to Bourbon, who was in charge of intelligence, the team members arranged by Gin for Mescal also included Calvados.

This is a sniper from the Japanese action group. Although his marksmanship is not comparable to Akai Shuichi, he is still considered good within the entire organization. Probably Chianti and Cohen have other tasks recently, otherwise it would be safer to send them both.

Nobushige opened the information sent by Gin on his laptop and forwarded it to Bourbon and Calvados.

Calvados only replied: [Calvados: I understand. 】

Bourbon quickly dialed Nobuhiro's number.

Nobushige looked at the number on the phone screen, cleared his throat, switched the voice to mezcal mode, and then pressed the answer button: "Sleeping too late can easily lead to neurasthenia."

Bourbon was about to speak when he was stopped by Mescal's inexplicable greeting.

"..." He said speechlessly, "I still have things to do in the United States. It's best to start this task in the next few days."

"There's no rush." ​​Nobuhiro said very calmly.

Not in a hurry? ?

Bourbon couldn't help but reply: "Of course you are not in a hurry. The United States is about to run into an election. The recent situation is very chaotic. The timeliness of intelligence is very short. The opportunity is fleeting..."

He said a lot, but the person opposite didn't respond for a long time.

After a moment, Bourbon finally realized it, and he asked doubtfully: "Mezcal?"

Nobushige put down the freshly brewed coffee in his hand and replied slowly and casually: "It depends on when you can investigate Ishikawa Yushi's recent itinerary."

"My intelligence network in Japan is not big. It won't be until the day after tomorrow at the earliest." Bourbon is not the kind of person who talks big. It is not smart to brag before doing something. What's more, he has been operating in the United States for the past two years. This is something everyone in the organization knows, and there is nothing to be ashamed of.

But Nobuhiro is not someone else. He knows Bourbon's true identity, so he doesn't comment on it. If Bourbon was really eager to find out Ishikawa Yushi's itinerary, he only needed to make a call to the police.

For government officials like the mayor, their schedules cannot be made at will. Every day's plans are arranged in advance and recorded. It may be difficult to obtain from informal organizations, but for the police, it is just a matter of words.

It seems that Bourbon's hatred for Akai Shuichi is not enough to get him to the point.

Nobushige nodded and said, "Then Calvados and I will arrive in Osaka the day after tomorrow."

"good."

After hanging up the phone, Bourbon dutifully began to contact his intelligence sources. He had no intention of using the public security to do things for the organization. Only by organizing as many actions as possible will you inadvertently leave clues and evidence behind, giving the police a chance to catch them all.

But such mistakes cannot occur in his hands in the short term. One or two failed operations may not have a great impact on a member like Bourbon, but if there are too many, it will either indicate that his abilities have deteriorated, or that he did it on purpose, whichever possibility is too fatal.

On the other hand, Nobushige, as the person in charge of this operation, is probably the most leisurely one, so Gin is so arrogant when arranging tasks.

In his eyes, Mescal is probably the kind of person who, although very efficient at work, is unwilling to devote all his abilities and energy to the organization. Gin couldn't do anything to him, but he couldn't stand it, so he could only feel uncomfortable.

Nobuhiro didn't care what others thought of him, as long as that gentleman trusted him, it would be useless even if Rum was suspicious.

So now that the gentleman couldn't see it, Nobushige arranged the work, and then... started the game he had been away from for many days - Dream Rescue.

He is still stuck at level nine. But I don’t know what happened today. Nobuhiro is very confident in himself. He can definitely get stuck at the tenth level!

The pixel man on the screen began to dance happily, and then the map gradually opened up, and Nobushige controlled him to run forward.

Then... he fell into the hot magma again, and the pixel villain let out a shrill scream. Then "GAME OVER" jumped out, and the blood-red restart below seemed to be taunting him.

…

No, this is very strange. Nobushige thinks that his fighting skills are very good. Even if he can't defeat Kyogoku Shin, who is beyond human limits and can dodge rifle bullets with his bare hands, he still dares to call himself a master.

He even felt that if a game map like this was built at a medium scale in reality, he could successfully pass the ninth level.

But after all, games and reality are different...

Nobushige played it nearly ten times, but not five minutes had passed, which was enough to show how quickly he died.

Just when he was about to press restart for the tenth time, the bedroom door was suddenly pushed open.

Hui Yuan Ai looked sleepily in the direction of the living room. She was still holding the little bear doll that Xin Fan specially bought for her before. Coupled with the pink and tender pajamas, she looked silly, cute and super cute.

"Mr. Asano," Haihara Ai's voice was soft, "Why aren't you sleeping yet?"

After hearing this, Xinfan looked at the time and realized that it was already early in the morning. He quickly said: "I was about to take a rest. Did I disturb you?"

"No, I got up to go to the bathroom."

With that said, Hui Yuarai stumbled to the bathroom door with frivolous steps, and went in without even turning on the light.

Following a clanging sound, Hui Yuan Ai finally came out after a while. But at this time, her forehead was bruised and purple, and she looked very embarrassed.

Nobuhiro was startled, hurriedly walked over and squatted down, worriedly reproaching: "Why didn't you even turn on the light? Where did you fall?"

Hui Yuan Ai's confused eyes drifted to the coffee table in the living room, and then suddenly became serious:

"You won't be able to sleep if you drink coffee so late!"