Chapter 445 Have You Laughed Enough?

Tokyo Narita International Airport carries the largest passenger throughput in Japan and is still bustling even on normal weekdays.

Most of the passengers on the international departure level were well-dressed, and Nobuhiro's figure stood out a little among them.

He was wearing loose casual clothes to cover up his fat figure, his hair was messy, as if it hadn't been washed or combed for many days, and the beard around his mouth had not been shaved clean. If his clothes weren't quite neat, it wouldn't be surprising to say that he was a homeless man on the roadside.

The staff who helped him check in maintained a good attitude and the smile never stopped. However, even so, the staff confirmed his identity again and again.

"Mr. Hamamoto, your seat is at the rear of the plane. Please keep walking forward along the aisle." The stewardess smiled and made a greeting gesture.

As we all know, the place behind the engine of an airplane is bumpy and roaring, and the price is slightly cheaper.

Of course Nobushige also wanted to have a comfortable journey, but in order to catch the latest flight to Rome, he had to do this.

As for whether the real Mr. Hamamoto can afford it... He is probably still worried about what to do for tomorrow's lunch.

Mr. Hamamoto, who failed to start his business and was left penniless, is so pitiful.

At this time, Nobuhiro, who was pretending to be Hamamoto, flew to Italy for no other reason than to see Rum.

Nobushige didn't know the exact location of that gentleman, but he was one of the few people who knew Rum's exact location.

Security check and entry and exit were very smooth. Even though he held someone else's passport and stood in someone else's face, he still managed to get from Tokyo to Rome, the capital of Italy.

After more than ten hours of long journey, Nobuhiro received a lot of news as soon as he got off the plane.

Kazami Yuya also followed his instructions and sent the information and logs recently submitted by Bourbon.

But there was nothing in it that Nobuhiro wanted to see.

He closed the phone calmly, not feeling disappointed or distressed.

Bermod's words and reaction cannot be trusted. That woman is an internationally renowned actress. What Nobushige saw might just be what she wanted him to see.

Maybe that gentleman only told Belmode the news about Gin's disappearance from beginning to end, or maybe he even fabricated the news about Gin's disappearance.

However, not long after getting off the plane, Nobuhiro's cell phone rang.

He glanced at the screen. The number on it belonged to Bourbon.

A premonition suddenly arose in Nobuhiro's heart, as if he was under the spotlight on the stage and being stared at by countless pairs of eyes.

"Mescal, turn left when you go out. I'll be waiting for you on the roadside." On the phone, Bourbon read out Nobuhiro's code name directly, as if he was very sure that the person who answered the phone must be Mescal.

Xinfan raised the corners of his lips: "What are you going to do? Which roadside are you waiting for me on?"

Outdoors, separated only by a wall from Nobuhiro, Bourbon felt his temples twitching: "I don't want to play such a boring game with you. If Rum hadn't asked me to come over, I would have been more willing to see you take public transportation. "

"I see."

A hint of deep meaning flashed across Xinfan's bright eyes.

He didn't tell anyone about his coming to Italy, and even Silla, who knew he was going out, didn't know the specific destination. But Rum asked Bourbon to pick him up.

Apparently Rum had guessed his psychology and knew that Mescal would definitely catch the nearest flight to fly to Italy to meet him.

This feeling of being seen through... is really annoying!

After following the flow of people out of the airport, it didn't take long for Nobuhiro to see the man leaning on the car door in front of him. The combination of blond hair and dark skin is still eye-catching even in Italy, where there are many Western faces.

Bourbon's gaze kept scanning the crowd, and it once fell on Nobuhiro, but he quickly passed by.

Until Xinfan raised his head, his cold and indifferent eyes ran straight into Bourbon's eyes.

The corners of Bourbon's mouth visibly stiffened for a moment, and then they curved in a pleasant arc.

"Hahaha!" Bourbon covered his stomach with one hand and held the car door with the other, laughing wildly. "What kind of look is this? I thought you cared about image."

Xinfan frowned slightly, opened the car door and got in without saying a word.

Bourbon's laughter still showed no sign of stopping. He laughed unceremoniously at Mezcal's disguise, his voice bright and clear. It seemed that even the dark clouded sky gradually became clearer because of such laughter.

Xinfan raised his hand to stroke his forehead and asked in a very helpless tone: "Have you laughed enough?"

"Sorry, sorry!" Bourbon finally stopped laughing.

Nobushige ignored him and turned his attention to the scenery outside the window.

Rome is a very ancient city, which is evident from the surrounding buildings.

At this time, the sky cleared, and the sun shone from the low clouds, illuminating the European classical-style buildings below.

"The weather is really nice today." Nobuhiro said sincerely.

However, the corner of Bourbon's mouth suddenly curved into a scornful and sarcastic arc: "But the place we are going to is a dirty and dank underground, just like those rats who like to steal food."

The image of the sewers in the center of the city suddenly appeared in Nobuhiro's mind, which suddenly made him lose interest.

While removing the disguise from his face, he mocked: "Rum called you back from the United States just to spoil the fun?"

"Maybe I can do something for you."

"No need, I can find many partners in Japan."

"You mean Belmod?" Bourbon raised his eyebrows, "I'm afraid that woman doesn't have time to help you recently."

Xinfan paused slightly, then his eyes fell on the back of Bourbon's head in front of him, and his tone was calm: "You are indeed informed."

"If you're referring to Gin's disappearance. I thought the gentleman sent a mass email."

"..."

So he didn't receive it?

What a miserable situation is this? ?

However, Bourbon clearly knew about this incident, but it was not recorded in the report he submitted to the police. Nobuhiro had a vague guess in his heart.

A few minutes later, the car drove into an abandoned industrial park.

Nobushige paid special attention and found that there were many ruts on every road, and it was impossible to judge the specific location of the base through this.

He couldn't help but imagine a few powerful men in black driving jeeps and scooters, circling the industrial park.

Finally, Bourbon parked the car in front of a factory on the west side of the park.

"Here we are."

Nobushige opened the door and got out of the car, his leather soles making a noisy sound on the rough ground.

This place seems to have been abandoned for a long time. Everything left behind is covered with a thick layer of dust. Many metal products have been exposed to wind and rain and have corroded and fester.

However, the central hall is exceptionally tidy and seems to be cleaned frequently.