On the possibility of Gin's younger brother taking his older brother away

A few days later, the FBI ended the secret blockade of the entire city, and out of caution, the organization postponed the date of returning to Neon for a few days.

During this period, Chihara Aki convened the surviving code members of the zoo in the conference room of the new base.

At this meeting, the code name of "Zoo" was changed to "Takamagahara", and the arrogance of this name was supported by everyone.

It was natural for Takeshita to be announced as Ryan's deputy to assist him in his work. With the foreshadowing laid before, this move was not rejected by everyone.

Everyone was immersed in Qian Yuanqiu's big picture of "becoming the strongest black force in the United States" and accepted the "rest and recuperation" plan well.

After doing all this and making sure under Noah's surveillance that no one inside had any ill intentions, Qian Yuanqiu returned to the organization's base in the United States, ending his life of running back and forth without any rest time.

There is still one day left before the date of evacuation from the United States.

Due to the intervention of the FBI, they interrogated members of the Mills family and seized most of the zoo's assets. The remaining assets that the Mills family did not know about were transferred to "Takamagahara" in advance.

After the liquidation, it was found that the organization did not gain any benefit from this action, but instead lost a lot of manpower.

Thinking that these losses were all caused by her own forces, Vermouth's face became uglier day by day, until she returned to Neon. As soon as she got off the plane, she hurriedly left alone.

Chihara Aki returned to the house he rented in Beika Town to clean up the traces - there was no need for him to live there anymore.

"Brother, do you want to go to the base?"

Vodka and Gin were the only two people left in the black car, and Vodka asked the usual question.

Unexpectedly, Gin refused: "Go back to the safe house."

My brother didn't go to that person to report his work immediately.

Although Vodka was doubtful, he still obediently drove the car to Gin's safe house.

Gin did not get out of the car. He sat in the back seat, lit a cigarette, and stared at the broad-skinned man wearing sunglasses in the rearview mirror.

Vodka didn't dare to urge him, but just sat quietly in the driver's seat and waited.

After a while, a deep voice sounded: "Vodka, what do you think the organization represents?"

Is this the rhythm of having a heart-to-heart talk with myself?

Vodka opened his eyes wide and looked back in surprise.

The silver-haired man crossed his legs, his dark green eyes were not as cold as usual, but... peaceful?

He just looked at Vodka, without any urging or terrifying coldness.

“…a place to stay.”

Although he didn't know Gin's intention, Vodka still answered honestly.

The cigarette between his fingertips emitted white smoke. Gin opened the car window and stretched his hand outside.

Vodka's answer was probably what most people in the organization thought of the organization, which was exactly the same as what he had thought before.

"How was this mission?"

The change of topic caught Vodka off guard. He thought Gin was testing him and was ready to express his feelings about the organization.

His voice choked for a moment before he said, "Some members of the United States are indeed trash."

"Oh?"

Vodka's answer surprised Gin a little. He never thought that one day he would hear such an evaluation from Vodka.

"Oh, waste."

Gin did not deny this.

Normally speaking, a branch of the United States that size is more than capable of dealing with the zoo, or at least on par with it.

But the fact that he still ordered the action team to provide support showed that the branch was weak inside.

In the past, Gin's disgust for these drunkards was visible to the naked eye.

Now, he wished that everyone in the organization was this kind of people. He felt sick when he thought about how much effort he had put into this kind of thing before.

However, as far as he knew, among the organization's forces, only Neon's members were of decent quality, probably because Neon was the headquarters.

"Yes." Vodka nodded and confirmed his opinion again.

During the mission, he felt the disgust of being held back for the first time, and wondered if he was also considered stupid in the eyes of other members of the task force.

Maybe his elder brother couldn't stand his stupidity anymore, so he sent him to the battle scene, including the recent sudden intensification of training.

He didn't think much of the joining of Ramos and Binga at first, but as people around him teased him about it more and more, he couldn't help but think too much about it.

He had negative thoughts like whether he was necessary in the action team, whether his elder brother was ready to give up on him, etc.

As a result, Gin's current abnormal behavior made him think that he was paving the way for his dismissal.

But Vodka didn't want to leave.

He held the back of the chair with his hands, turned around, and said sincerely: "Brother, I understand why you asked me to train. I have been holding back the action team before."

Gin didn't know that in just a few seconds, Vodka's mind had turned eighteen corners, and he was a little confused about the strong man's sudden action.

But he still put his hands outside the window, crossed his legs and looked at the vodka with interest.

Under Gin's gaze, the latter tightened his hands on the back of the chair, and his eyes behind his sunglasses were filled with anxiety.

“I will train hard and do whatever it takes,” he said.

"Really? Then come on."

Gin looked at the cigarette in his hand, his tone still calm, without any emotion.

To Vodka's current state of mind, this sounded like a rejection of him.

He was a little anxious and blurted out: "So please don't kick me out of the action team!"

The fingers flicking the ash paused, and Gin slowly turned his gaze to Vodka.

He soon understood why Vodka said that, he thought he would abandon him.

During the days in the United States, because of the plan to usurp the zoo's power, he basically stayed with Chihara Aki and rarely asked about Vodka who was sent to the front line.

Perhaps it was for this reason that Vodka thought this was a sign of giving up on him.

Are you worried about this?

"Vodka, are you afraid of death?" Gin suddenly asked.

Instead of getting a clear answer, Vodka received a question, and was stunned for a moment.

"People in our line of work have already made up their minds, haven't they?"

Perhaps this was a test of his resolve, so Vodka added: "If there is a dangerous mission, I can also carry it out, and there will be no mistakes this time!"

"Ah... that's a big task."

Gin put the burnt cigarette into the bag he carried with him, and his sharp gaze pierced through the cover of his sunglasses and accurately met Vodka's eyes.

"Hmph, that's enough." He suddenly let out a muffled laugh. There was no sarcasm, just a simple laugh.

Vodka seemed to understand something, but also seemed not to understand. He murmured, "Brother?"

"That's enough, Vodka. I won't kick you out of the action team. You just need to maintain the status quo."

The dark green eyes narrowed and the words that came out were extremely cold, but they made Vodka feel at ease.

"And then die for me when the time is right."