Chapter 234

Gin, smoking in front of the floodlight, slowly bent down.

"The spy list Curaçao sent over has both of your names on it, Bourbon, Kir."

"Curaçao, Rum's right-hand man..." Amuro Tooru whispered.

Mizunashi Rena, handcuffed beside him, nodded: "She is an expert at gathering intelligence."

"It seems you guys know it too."

Beside the iron pillar where the two were tied, Vermouth smiled with her arms crossed: "Her physical characteristic is heterochromia, with different colored eyes."

"It's a very famous rumor in the organization."

Vodka, standing on the other side of the iron pillar from Vermouth, suddenly laughed.

"Considering our past relationship, as long as you confess honestly, I'll let you die quickly. By the way, I'll tell you that the other few mice have already been taken care of."

"Not killing us but tying us here—I'm afraid it's because the intelligence sent by that so-called Curaçao is incomplete," Amuro Tooru said with a sneer.

Hearing Amuro Tooru's words, Vodka, who had walked up, was taken aback.

"Right?" Amuro Tooru looked at Gin and said.

Gin was smoking, the corners of his mouth lifting: "As expected of you, Bourbon."

Vermouth, standing to the side, walked toward Amuro Tooru and Mizunashi Rena with her arms crossed.

"Everything went smoothly until the NOC List was stolen, but she was discovered by the police, an accident occurred during her escape, and only half the message was transmitted."

"And she even lost her memory," Vodka said, shrugging his shoulders.

Mizunashi Rena glared at him with sharp eyes: "Then shouldn't you find Curaçao and get the complete NOC List!?"

Mizunashi Rena leaned forward, her handcuffed hands moving secretly behind the iron pillar.

She held a hairpin in her left hand and quickly passed it to her right hand, shouting:

"Gin! Whether we are spies or not, shouldn't you wait until you've confirmed it with her before deciding!"

Hearing Mizunashi Rena's words, Gin slowly raised his head: "Indeed, but..."

Gin stood up and pointed his gun at the two.

"As long as they are suspicious guys, I take them out. That is my way."

Gin spat out these words coldly and spat out the cigarette he was holding in his mouth.

"Come on, next is the time for the judgment of the traitors."

Gin said, stepping on the cigarette that had fallen at his feet, twisting it out with his toe.

"Confess honestly, and I'll give you a quick end."

In the speeding police car, Curaçao muttered softly.

"I want to hold hands."

A touch came to her hand.

"This feeling isn't right; there's no temperature at all."

The girl pouted unhappily.

Akaso Kaze, lying at home, curled his lips.

It seems ordinary contact is no longer satisfying.

Akaso Kaze opened a space gate, reached his hand through, and held Curaçao's small hand.

Curaçao's eyes lit up instantly.

It really is a hand.

She touched it up and down for a while and even reached her own small hand through the space to touch him back.

Huh?

How magical, I can touch the whole person.

Curaçao's lips moved, and her small hand began to grope around wildly.

Oh my?

Akaso Kaze's lips curled slightly.

You actually dare to touch me? Do you think I can't do the same?

He also reached his hand to the other side of the space gate and began to grope wildly.

Akaso Kaze is not like Curaçao, who was just touching through clothes; he reached his hand directly into the girl's clothes.

Curaçao's eyes instantly turned into dots, her two small hands pulling back, pressing tightly against Akaso Kaze's large hand.

She hummed and hawed, begging for mercy.

Kazami Yuuya, sitting in the front row, pretended not to hear, his face twitching uncontrollably.

The National Police Agency official is driving, and you two are flirting in the back—this is too arrogant.

However, he really didn't dare to interfere, and he didn't even dare to look around.

It's not like those people outside.

Only by reading Akaso Kaze's classified file do you know his true strength.

That is an existence so powerful that it doesn't seem human at all.

Kazami Yuuya felt very fortunate to have been able to take the person away so easily.

How could he dare to say another word?

Bang.

In the deserted pier warehouse, a gunshot rang out.

"Kir!"

Mizunashi Rena, whose shoulder was hit, knelt down instantly. Blood dripped onto the ground, forming a pool of blood, and the hairpin also fell to the ground.

A wisp of white smoke rose from Gin's muzzle.

"Hey, what's wrong, Kir? Continue. Didn't you want to break free from the handcuffs?"

Mizunashi Rena looked at the wound on her shoulder and glared at Gin, gritting her teeth.

She had originally intended to feign provocation of Gin and Vodka and then take the opportunity to use the hairpin to break free from the handcuffs, but her idea was completely seen through.

"To do such a thing to a comrade when it was only at the level of suspicion—Gin, you've gone too far!" Amuro Tooru said angrily.

Gin was indifferent.

"It's not you who decides whether someone is a comrade. I'll give you one minute to see who will betray the other first. Let me see the look of a mouse struggling in its death throes."

Gin's lips revealed a cold smile, and he placed his finger on the trigger of his pistol.

"Vodka, start the countdown!"

"Understood."

Vodka replied, then looked at his watch: "59, 58..."

The countdown began. Amuro Tooru and Mizunashi Rena, pointed at by Gin's gun, shouted simultaneously: "Do you think I will succumb to your threats!"

"If I say she is a spy, wouldn't that be equivalent to admitting I am one too? Even if I did that, you wouldn't let me go!"

"That's hard to say. I am unexpectedly very gentle."

Gin said coldly, aiming his muzzle slightly downward at Mizunashi Rena.

"33, 32, 31... 30 seconds have passed!"

Amuro Tooru and Mizunashi Rena remained silent. Gin stared at them with a cold, contemptuous gaze.

"Are you still planning to continue covering for each other?"

"What covering? I don't even know if she is a spy."

After Amuro Tooru finished speaking, Mizunashi Rena also said: "Me too."

"However, I can be sure that I am not a spy."

"I was just about to say that."

The two pretended to argue, but Gin remained unmoved.

"Which side is the mouse?"

As he spoke, he slowly turned his muzzle toward Amuro Tooru again.

"19, 18, 17..."

Vodka's countdown was less than 20 seconds. Vermouth, watching the show from the side, also had her expression sink.

"Gin, are you really going to do it?"