Nagai Hikaru's Ke Xuexing

"Are there any other traces in this room?" asked Shuichi Akai.

"No, there is also a one-sided wardrobe with a regular bathrobe in it, unisex."

"Have you seen enough?" Gin's voice came from the communicator.

Then a gunshot rang out.

Akai Shuichi was shocked: "Eron?"

There was a slight friction sound, probably the communication headset was picked up, and Gin's voice came from the communicator: "Rye, I have been looking for you for so long, but you didn't come in person. I am very disappointed."

"You are in the villa..." Who is that on the helicopter?

"I'll be waiting for you here. You're welcome to come anytime, Rye... the so-called Silver Bullet, my dear nemesis."

"..."

The communicator was crushed and made a loud electric sound. Shuichi Akai quickly turned on the eavesdropping device that Elon was carrying.

Nagai Hikaru's voice came out: "Brother Zhen, um... will Rye really come?"

"I'll stay here with you for a while."

"…Is this person dead?" Nagai Mitsuru's voice trembled slightly.

"Why? Scared? Or do you know him?"

"No...no...I..."

"Be good and listen, I don't want another Shirley. Otherwise, I will personally let you and your friends know that death is sometimes a gift." Gin's voice made people feel cold, followed by a friction sound, "Oh, and there is also a bug."

Then there was a sound of electricity, and the eavesdropping device was crushed. Elon's other electronic devices, such as transmitters, also stopped working at the same time.

Conan turned pale with fear: "Xiao Guang! You said Xiao Guang would be fine!"

"He'll be fine now."

"Is anything wrong with Elrond?" Brownie's voice was anxious.

"We've been fooled. Gin is waiting over there for us to be caught." Akai Shuichi's voice remained calm.

"Who's on the helicopter?" Brownie couldn't help himself. He couldn't aim at Gin at this angle, so he fired at the helicopter. The helicopter tilted instantly and the wing link was hit. "There's no other position around to snipe me. The helicopter can't fight back against me from that position. I can blow him up."

"You shot?" Akai Shuichi said hurriedly, "Quickly evacuate with Kamal."

But it was too late, a gunshot was heard from the communicator.

After a few seconds, a different person spoke on the other end of the communicator: "This is Kamal. Brownie has died."

"Sniper?"

"Yes." Kamal must have hidden under the wall. "We overlooked a position. That was the sniper attack coming from the direction of Suzuki Tower."

Akai Shuichi clenched his fists: "The shooting of Suzuki Tower is for us to see. Kamal, evacuate."

"Yes."

When Camille wanted to take Brownie's body down the building and leave from the garage, Chianti and Cohen's car had already arrived, so they had to start a car chase in Tokyo at night.

Gin and Vodka parachuted out before the helicopter crashed, returned safely to the ground, and soon joined the chase in a black Porsche.

For Kamal's safety, Shuichi Akai instructed Kamal to drive away throughout the process.

"A black Porsche? Are you sure there's another black Porsche among the cars chasing you?"

"Yes."

"Two Gins?" Akai Shuichi frowned, "Vermouth is dead, I personally checked the body."

"…the black Porsche disappeared, and he only chased me for two blocks."

"..."Akai Shuichi also felt confused.

In the black Porsche, Gin just checked the message on his phone and made a sharp turn towards Tokyo Bay.

Vodka was surprised: "Brother, you are not going to continue chasing me?"

"My wine cabinet has been opened." Gin's forehead was bulging with veins, "That Bordeaux guy!"

"…It must have been opened by the rats that sneaked in. They actually guessed the password."

Gin lit the cigarette with the car lighter and said with a dark face: "I don't have a password for my wine cabinet, which means that you can open it by pressing anything, and the four digits you press will become the set password."

"…Then how did you drive it before?"

"Just a confirmation."

Vodka thought for a moment and said, "What if it was a mouse that pressed the button..."

"I can't open the wine cabinet if it's closed again."

Vodka sweats: "The problem... is very serious..."

"It was originally just to prevent Bordeaux from doing anything wrong. If he really pressed the button, we would have beaten him up. I guess he didn't dare to move, so he deliberately led the mouse to open the wine cabinet. Originally, it could have been removed by pressing the password again, but now I don't know what the mouse pressed."

"There's no point in rushing back..." Vodka took out a handkerchief and wiped the sweat off his face.

The black Porsche braked suddenly, and Vodka was lucky to be wearing a seat belt and not be thrown out.

Gin took a deep puff of his cigarette: "You drive."

"...Brother, just give me a beating, don't do anything serious."

The cell phone rang, Gin turned on the Bluetooth headset, stood up and exchanged places with Vodka while answering the call.

Chianti's voice was anxious: "Gin, why did you leave? We seem to have lost you."

"Where are you now?"

"3-4-chome, below Suzuki Tower."

"There are a lot of cars parked there, right? Did you pay attention to the parked vehicles?"

"...A car just parked in the opposite direction!" Cohen turned the steering wheel sharply, and the Dodge Viper sports car drifted and turned, catching up with Kamil's jeep again.

At the same time, Shuichi Akai was guiding Kamil towards the seaside pier.

Cohen and Gin kept in touch: "Aren't you coming to chase me?"

Gin smoked a cigarette and opened the window a crack to let the smoke out: "Calvados and I will go back first. There are rats in the house."

"Calvados is gone too..." Cohen felt a little regretful. He wanted to talk to Calvados again. "Has he been practicing a lot recently? How come the sniping distance has increased to 700 yards?"

"…The students are too rubbish, I can only work hard on my own." Gin's tone revealed helplessness, which was rare.

However, even with Gin's online guidance, the car's performance is still superior to that of the jeep.

Cohen still lost the chase.

But Gin didn't care much. He was sure that there was no Rye guarding around, and his goal for tonight had been achieved.

Even though he was used as bait, only one soldier came out. It seemed that Black Rye was really dead. If he was still there, either no one would fire a shot, or the bullet would not only hit the helicopter.

Rum seemed to have gotten the news at this time and started calling to inquire how the action team destroyed an armed helicopter.

Recently, Nagai Hikaru began to force Rum to hand over the command of the intelligence team in the remaining three counties in Kanto. The relationship between the two has completely collapsed. Rum originally thought that his act of restraining Gin turned out to be inviting a wolf into the house.

The BOSS has not made any statement yet, and seems to be sitting on the mountain watching the fight between the two tigers.

Hearing that Gin seemed to have suffered a loss, Rum rushed over and wanted to make a mockery.

"It's just one armed helicopter. I want to be able to fly ten of them for fun." Gin held a cigarette between his hands and shook the ashes out of the window. "As for you, as far as I know, your intelligence network in the other three counties of Kanto is about to change owners, right?"

"Don't think you can take advantage of that gentleman's tolerance for you. Do you know the smuggling price of an armed helicopter?"

Gin put the cigarette back in his mouth with disgust and hung up the phone with Rum directly, not wanting to say anything more to him.

"He's not in Tokyo now, is he?" Vodka said as he drove. Their Porsche had already slid to the seaside and entered the coastal highway.

"I went to Osaka."

"…If Bordeaux really controls all the intelligence groups…" Vodka felt a little strange. How could that adult let his eldest brother dominate Japan? Wasn't the lesson from Cointreau enough?

"Bordeaux is the successor to the organization."

The Porsche swerved on the coastal road. Vodka was shocked: "Heir!?"

"My boss told me this himself, although it's only in the training phase now." Gin put out his cigarette in the car's ashtray. "It's a confidentiality phase, so be careful not to tell anyone."

"Brother, you really trust me." But I don't believe what I say.

Vodka was slightly panicked, but also a little surprised: "No wonder Big Brother is so worried about Bordeaux's safety."

"Cointreau seems to have some ulterior motives, and the boss needs a successor. Bordeaux is probably the result of their compromise. Cointreau can now be content."

"...if anything happens to Bordeaux."

"Organize an earthquake." Gin closed the car window completely, leaving no gaps.

After returning to the villa, Gin rushed straight to his room, and saw Hamura Shuichi standing at the door with some concern. Gin's return obviously made him relieved: "Master Gin, you are back. The phone line I called you was always busy before."

Gin didn't answer him, but looked inside. Nagai Mitsuru was sitting on a corpse. The corpse was covered with knife marks and the blood had basically coagulated, but there was not much blood on the carpet, as if the blood had simply been drained.

There are four or five different bottles of wine in front of Nagai Hikaru. He is now mixing gin and Cointreau into a cup, as well as syrup from nowhere, but there is already some strange red stuff in the cup.

Seeing Gin coming in, Nagai Hikaru raised his glass and said, "Look! I mixed my own White Lover! Gin mixed with Cointreau! Great!"

Vodka at the door was surprised: "Bordeaux's voice..." Although it was still clear, it was obviously the voice of an unfamiliar boy.

Hamura Shuichi sighed and whispered, "I drank too much and forgot to fake my voice."

"...Are you using blood to make cocktails?" Gin glanced at the wine cabinet, the door was still open, and he breathed a sigh of relief, but it was empty and full of strong liquor.

"What blood? This is lime juice! This is the first time I've encountered lime juice, it's great!" Nagai Mitsuru raised the cup and found that even if he raised his hand while sitting on the corpse, it was still far away from Gin's mouth.

So he stood up, but his whole body swayed and fell forward, but he still tried hard to hold the glass without spilling a drop of wine.

Gin immediately put his arm around his waist to steady him, and then the glass was brought to his eyes: "Try it, try it, I put more syrup, it's great!"

"It's too dirty. Don't drink this kind of stuff in the future." Gin snatched the wine glass directly. Some blood clots had already coagulated in it, and his brows were furrowed.

"Shiroi Koibito! Don't you like it? I'll transfer you to Metropolis next time."

"...Hamura, clean up the body and test its blood. Check if there is anything wrong with the blood." After Gin put the wine glass on the shelf, he raised his hand and knocked Nagai Mitsuru unconscious with a knife.

"Yes, Master Gin, are we going now?"

"Going right now."

Picking up the fainted Nagai Hikaru, Gin looked at his room which was full of the smell of alcohol mixed with the smell of blood and rust: "Make another room for me, and don't close the door of the wine cabinet yet."

Vodka immediately made way for him, and Gin carried Nagai Hikaru horizontally out of the room. Calvados, who was carrying a gun bag outside, had just returned to the villa and was about to go back to the house in the corridor. He asked in surprise when he saw him, "Bordeaux is injured?"

"Drunk."

Calvados shut his mouth, quickly returned to his room, and then opened a small gap to watch Gin carrying Nagai Hikaru upstairs.

Vodka remembered something at this time and hurried to check his collection room: "Oh, fortunately, they didn't touch this side."