Chapter 618 Gin Is Not Suitable for Telling Jokes

Tokyo·Lu Feng Music Classroom

Okiya Subaru smiled and sent away his more abnormal colleagues, becoming the last employee to leave the music classroom.

He slowly cleared the table, turned off the water and electricity, then leaned against the door, opened his cell phone in the moonlight, and dialed a series of unfamiliar numbers.

The receiver beeped several times, and soon the call was picked up by the person on the other side.

"Good evening, Akai-kun."

It was a calm male voice.

"Good evening." Akai Shuichi said calmly, looking at the occasional traffic passing by the window and the passers-by rushing home, "I have been investigating the Lufeng Music Classroom for many days."

"How is it?" the man asked softly.

Akai Shuichi thought of his colleagues and boss, with a slightly less obvious smile in his eyes: "Although I can't give you a very clear answer yet, maybe your worries are unnecessary."

"Of course it's best if he doesn't have any problems." The man asked again, "From your tone, you two are getting along well during this time?"

"Just a very interesting person." Shuichi Akai gave his comments concisely and clearly.

"Then you want to retreat?"

"No, that's not necessary. Ariane is now lurking very well next to Kogoro Mori, and with me, the FBI can grasp the latest information even if there is no organized undercover."

On the surface, these two terms, Maori Detective Agency and Lufeng Music Classroom, have nothing to do with the organization. But strangely, in several of the recent relatively large actions organized by the organization in Tokyo, people related to the office and the music classroom were basically involved.

Asano Nobushige is the investor of the Mori Detective Agency and the owner of the Rifeng Music Classroom. Shuichi Akai is very curious about what role he plays in these incidents.

The man on the other side of the phone was silent for a moment, and then said: "Okay, I believe in Akai-kun's decision. Then that's it, let's contact you again."

"goodbye."

Akai Shuichi hung up the phone, put his phone in his pocket, walked out of the music classroom door, and locked it.

The moonlight is bright, and under this cold and clean light is the purest darkness in the world.

…

Nobushige believes that his understanding of darkness is very profound because he himself has gone deep into it.

For example, right now he is sitting on Gin's Porsche 356A, boredly playing with the Beretta M92F in his hand.

The pistol's safety is on, and it may misfire if you're not careful. But both he and Gin next to him were very calm about it.

Nobuhiro believed in his superb "playing with guns" skills. After all, there were a lot of boring moments during missions, so he had to develop some hobbies to pass the time. As for Gin, he was already accustomed to this companion who had convulsions from time to time. As long as Mescal didn't pull the trigger on him out of curiosity, Gin felt that he could accept it.

"Point A on Ishida Road, report when you see the target." Gin said coldly into the phone.

When Nobuhiro heard the sound, he looked up lazily at him, then looked away in boredom, continuing to be in a daze.

"Verify whether the target enters or exits the apartment." Gin changed another peripheral member.

The location of Porsche is right in the city center. Through the gaps between the buildings, you can see the Tokyo Tower not far away. At this time, the Dongdu Iron Tower was still strong, and it remained standing despite the bomb attack. I just don’t know if it can withstand the baptism of bullets from armed helicopters.

"Chianti, don't shoot without my order!" Gin warned in an extremely serious and even indifferent tone.

Xinfan looked at the scenery outside the window and sighed silently in his heart. He seems to be often going on missions with Gin recently. Bourbon is obviously in Japan, so why haven't he been assigned any work? With bourbon, it can be released into the sea, ah no, released into the water. Gin is so hard-working that he has to get up early and stay in the car all day.

The bones of the elderly cannot afford to be injured.

Oh, by the way, since you have worked so hard, you should have no less benefits and remuneration!

"Besides," not long after Gin's call was connected, and as soon as he made a purchase, he noticed Mescal raising a strange smile towards him, "...just stay where you are."

After that, he hung up the phone with a bang, turned to Mescal, and asked with a serious expression: "What's the matter?"

"It's nothing, you are busy with your business." Nobuhiro replied thoughtfully.

"..." Gin suppressed his urge to draw his gun and forced him to stay calm.

You can't do it, at least not now. The Beretta of Mezcal is in his hand, and the safety is not yet on. If it is a gun, he will definitely not be the opponent of Mezcal.

calm! calm!

Nobuhiro didn't seem to notice Gin's ugly expression. He asked curiously: "Why is Vodka not here? Where did you send him? Oh, is it because there is no place for him when I come? Hi, You told me earlier, I can drive myself to participate in the mission. By the way, the premise is that the organization will reimburse me for the car repair expenses first."

As Mezcal chanted, the veins on Gin's forehead kept jumping.

Finally, he gritted his teeth and said, "Your immediate boss is not me!"

Otherwise, he will definitely shoot this hateful Mescal to death! absolute! !

Nobushige seemed to have just remembered that he seemed to belong directly to the BOSS. He said with regret, "What a pity. I thought I could use your operational funds."

Go away mezcal! disappear as far as you can! Do you really think his money is so easy to make? Why should he use the funds he worked so hard to earn to repair Mescal's car?

"But where is the BOSS now?" Nobuhiro put his hands behind his head, leaned on his seat, and said casually, "The phone can't be reached, and the emails are not answered. It's really difficult to find someone."

Of course he was telling lies, after all, in fact, the gentleman's speed in responding to his subordinates was a model for mezcal.

Gin glanced at him coldly: "The boss might be hiding in your trunk, waiting to reimburse you for the repair costs."

Nobuhiro was silent for a few seconds.

Gin just stared at him and said nothing.

After a while, Nobuhiro sighed helplessly and said with emotion: "This joke is really bad. Gin, you are really not suitable for telling jokes."

In short, he would not admit that he felt a chill running down his spine when he heard the BOSS hiding in the trunk just now.

Gin ignored him, and Nobuhiro said to himself: "I have something important to contact that person, but he just can't get in touch."

At this moment, the buzzing sound of a mobile phone vibrating suddenly sounded in the small Porsche cabin.

The sound continued, not Hiroki's call.

Nobushige took out his cell phone and took a look——

Good guy! It turned out to be Mescal’s “unreachable” BOSS!