Chapter 721 Underground Boxing Club

Gin had just completed his afternoon assignment, and even if he rushed non-stop from his place to the appointed location, it would be difficult to arrive early.

However, Gin has such an ability. When Nobushige arrived at point C5, Gin's ancient Porsche was already parked in the alley next to him.

Nobushige parked the car in another direction, then pretended to be very casual, walked past the Porsche without looking away, but got into the car the next moment.

"Long time no see, Gin." Nobuhiro greeted the man in black next to him with a smile.

Gin glanced at Nobuhiro's dress with disgust and snorted: "It's too obvious for you to go in like this, and it's very ugly."

"Ugly?" Nobuhiro's face was full of doubt and disbelief, "Don't you think I look like Sherlock Holmes?"

The khaki trench coat was indeed a color and style that Holmes would like, but Gin was not interested in such false things.

After Nobushige finished speaking, the atmosphere in the car fell into an eerie silence.

Two seconds later, a look of confusion slowly appeared on Gin's face, and he asked slightly confused: "Who is Sherlock Holmes?"

Vodka covered his face, cleared his throat, and reminded: "The protagonist in Conan Doyle's book is a detective."

Gin glanced away, and Vodka immediately fell silent.

"Vodka." Nobuhiro called Vodka's name strangely, "You actually know Conan Doyle's books?"

"Of course, I like that book "A Study in Scarlet" very much. Sherlock Holmes also has a detective assistant named Watson..." Vodka mentioned his hobby, and his whole temperament changed, and he happily followed Mescal introduced his favorite books and authors.

During this period, Gin glared at his unsatisfactory criminal assistant several times, but the excited Vodka didn't even notice the lower and lower temperature in the air.

Gin's murderous intent had filled the entire carriage, so much so that Nobushige, who was already resistant to this kind of oppression, couldn't help but look sideways, but Vodka was still talking to himself.

"Click——"

With the sound of the safety opening, Vodka suddenly felt something cold being pressed against the back of his head. He was stiff for a moment, his neck was stiff and straight, and he couldn't even look back at the owner of the pistol.

Gin's cold voice sounded close to Vodka's ear: "If you want to die, just keep talking."

Vodka shook his head wildly.

Big, big brother, don’t take out that kind of thing casually. If it misfires, no one will help you drive in the future!

Nobuhiro leaned forward, lying on the seat in front of him, watching the excitement and encouraging Dadi: "Go on, vodka, I haven't read Conan Doyle's book yet. How is it?"

"I don't have time to wait for you to chat!" Gin complained angrily, "The plane will take off in two hours. If the target cannot die before that because of you two, you can die on his behalf. Already!"

Nobushige raised his eyebrows: "You mean if you have enough time, you are willing to listen to Vodka tell you about Sherlock Holmes?"

Gin's eyebrows suddenly knitted together.

But before he said anything, Nobuhiro had already changed the subject with a wink: "Where are you going?"

"South Africa." Gin responded rather perfunctorily while taking out a stack of documents, "There is an underground boxing club opposite us. Your target is the leader of the club. Kill him and dispose of his body. Intelligence. It's provided by Bourbon. If you have any questions, go to him yourself."

Nobushige took the document from Gin's hand and took a look at it. There is a daily photo at the top of the file. Although the shooting angle is strange, the clarity is better than the ID photo taken in a photo studio.

The target seems to be a middle-aged man who has lacked exercise for many years and has a lot of fat on his face. In addition, the data also showed that he suffered from a bone disease and had a slight limp when walking.

"understood."

Nobushige took a quick look at it, memorized some of the more important information, and then returned the information to Gin.

He took off his windbreaker and flipped it over to the other side. Suddenly the khaki trench coat turned into the organization's iconic black.

Gin wears black all day long, which is said to hide his appearance, but because of his cold temperament, it makes him more eye-catching. He is simply a moving criminal symbol.

However, Nobushige still likes to wear black when performing organizational tasks, because black is an all-inclusive color. If he does not touch other people's wine glasses or food, it will not leave traces, which greatly reduces his recognition.

Of course, the blood that seeps out after being injured is not obvious on black clothes, which can confuse the enemy and prevent them from seeing his true state.

Nobushige got out of the car and looked around. This was already the most remote place in Tokyo. Not a single car would pass by for a long time.

There was a desolate and dilapidated building complex across the road, and one of the shops whose signboard had faded to the point of being unclear was his destination.

The door here was closed tightly. Nobuhiro stretched out his hand to push the door, and the door opened with force. What he saw was a young man with a big body and a round waist. He stared at Nobuhiro with a sullen face and asked in a cold voice: "Who are you looking for?!"

Nobushige ignored him and continued walking inside.

The man was immediately angered. He suddenly stretched out his hand to attack Xinfan, but Xinfan grabbed his wrist instead.

The two hands were intertwined. One had bulging muscles, while the other looked too thin. However, the strange thing is that the man full of muscles can't shake the skinny man in the slightest.

The man gritted his teeth, held his breath, and gathered strength.

Xinfan glanced at him and said indifferently: "The mantis' arm is used as a chariot, it's just useless."

He was preparing to knock this person who looked like a bodyguard to the ground, so as to give the underground boxing club a showdown, and preferably attract the target's attention.

However, suddenly, a familiar voice broke in: "What's going on? Why did the fight start?"

Nobuhiro turned around and saw a blond and dark-skinned man standing next to him with a squinting smile.

Seeing Bourbon, the big guy who just wanted to fight Nobushige quickly gave up his strength: "Mr. An, Mr. Amuro, this guy attacked me without saying a word as soon as he came in, so I wanted to teach him a lesson."

Mr. Amuro?

Nobushige let go and met Bourbon's gaze.

It doesn't matter that Bourbon lurked into an underground boxing club for information. He worked in many different ways anyway, but Nobuhiro didn't expect that he didn't even bother to change his name.

I won’t be disguised anyway, so the name doesn’t matter, right?

Nobushige looked forward to Conan's expression one day when he found out that Toru Amuro had worked in an underground boxing club, but the little detective probably wouldn't be exposed to such information that had nothing to do with the main plot.

"Boxing?" Tohru Amuro asked him.