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

The car started again and drove towards the road.

After the Rum incident, although he was now able to go on missions, Chihara Akira was not sure what Gin thought of him now.

The more you talk, the more mistakes you make. Considering what Vodka said before coming here, Qian Yuanqiu chose to remain silent.

He lowered his eyebrows and observed Gin's expression through the rearview mirror with his peripheral vision.

The silver-haired man closed his eyes and pretended to be asleep. Qian Yuanqiu didn't know if it was an illusion, but he felt that his face was paler than usual.

Suddenly, Gin opened his eyes and looked at the rearview mirror as sharply as an eagle. The young man in the mirror had his head down and his expression could not be seen clearly.

Gin didn't say anything. He turned his gaze to Vodka and said, "Vodka, go directly to the address that Vermouth sent you."

"Okay, big brother." Vodka responded dutifully.

Chihara Akira was certain that Gin had discovered his peeping. He lowered his head feeling a little guilty and listened attentively to the conversation between the two.

From what Gin said, Vermouth is also involved in this operation?

But after waiting for a while, Vodka did not ask. Qian Yuanqiu was curious about why this mysterious defector actually dispatched the two trump cards of the organization.

He still asked: "Brother Gin, will Vermouth go with us?"

"No." Gin's tone was as cold as usual.

"Huh? Vermouth isn't coming?" Vodka was a little surprised. He thought the woman was already waiting at the destination.

"Humph, if she comes the goal won't be to capture her alive."

Gin recalled the lazy tone of the woman on the phone: "Me? Ha, that person specifically told me not to go. Maybe he was afraid that I would just kill him directly."

This defector is an intolerable existence for Vermouth, but this person is still useful to the organization, and not allowing her to participate is entirely for the sake of the mission.

Someone who can make Vermouth disgusted?

The identity of this person aroused Chihara Aki's curiosity. Excluding the Miyano family who were no longer in the organization, this person's identity seemed to be a character that did not appear in the plot.

Qian Yuanqiu asked: "Noah, can you get that person's information?"

He wanted to know the identity of the defector.

"I'm sorry, but even I can't do it without any clues," Noah replied regretfully.

There is indeed no clue now, and Gin has not revealed the personal information until now, so Chihara Aki has to think of other ways.

All that remains is direct contact with the person himself.

At this time, the car had already entered the city.

While waiting for the red light, Qian Yuanqiu tilted his head slightly and asked Vodka: "What is our destination?"

"Toriya-cho 3-1-2." Vodka flipped through the information and confirmed it again.

"How dare the defecting organization stay in Tokyo?"

Qian Yuanqiu leaned over and propped up her chin. This time, she didn't hide anything and looked directly into the endoscope to meet Gin's gaze: "What do you think, Gin?"

"Those who don't know what's good for them must be punished." Gin lowered the corners of his lips, his tone full of impatience.

He added, "This time the only task is to catch him, we can do anything."

"What are his characteristics?" Taking this opportunity, Qian Yuanqiu wanted to get some clues.

"You'll know when you see him." Gin lowered his head, and the brim of his hat and his hanging hair blocked the disgust in his eyes.

"And his name?"

This time Gin didn't say anything. Chihara Aki looked at the man in the rearview mirror and seemed to take a deep breath. An indescribable low pressure emanated from him.

He chuckled without any emotion and said, "Oh, who knows."

Toriyacho 3-1-2

This is an old house, which is in sharp contrast with the surrounding houses full of life, as if it is wrapped in an invisible gray fog.

The dilapidated wall was already mottled, revealing the gray concrete inside. The gate was also rusted and was crumbling.

The surname of the household owner at the door seemed to have been soaked and was unclear.

"Is this Mu...Lin, Village?" Qian Yuanqiu bent down and moved closer, trying to identify it.

"Is the target really hidden here?" Vodka looked around the courtyard and asked uncertainly.

Gin looked away and was about to speak when he was interrupted by a female voice.

"Ah, are you here to look for Kimura?"

The owner of the voice was an old lady next door who was about to go out. She was holding a cloth bag and covering her mouth which was open in surprise with her hand.

Chihara Aki took a step forward and stood in front of Gin, blocking the old lady's view.

He put on a gentle smile and said in a friendly manner, "We are his old friends. We haven't contacted each other for a long time and we stopped by to visit."

The old lady turned her shrewd eyes and said warily, "Then you two really haven't been in touch for a long time. Kimura moved away five years ago and is no longer here."

After she finished speaking, she bent over, turned around and quickly left.

She looked at these tall and strong men and thought they were not good people. She was afraid that they were enemies that Kimura had made in the past when he was not doing his job properly.

After the old lady disappeared around the corner, the vodka shook twice, and the broken gate became useless, so several people walked straight in.

The unattended courtyard was overgrown with weeds, and indeed looked like no one had lived there for a long time, but a crooked patch of grass still caught the attention of several people.

"Brother, he is here after all." Vodka became excited and looked straight at the house.

Gin didn't say anything, his eyes wandering around the house.

"Wait." He suddenly spoke, stopping Vodka from entering the door.

Chihara Aki followed Gin's gaze and immediately understood what he meant—there was a faint shadow in the corner of the house.

He walked over with light steps, and before he got close he saw a damaged meadow. The crushed grass in the middle was swirling, as if it was left by someone who had turned around in panic.

Qian Yuanqiu reacted immediately, chased after him, and found a figure at the other end of the yard.

The figure was agile and jumped over the wall in two jumps.

Qian Yuanqiu followed closely behind, and when Vodka arrived, he could only see the back of the young man as he jumped down from the wall.

"Brother!" He looked at the man behind him at a loss.

Gin's brows were gloomy, and he ordered: "Contact Vermouth, she knows the location."

Qian Yuanqiu was chasing the figure here. As the distance and time increased, he gradually realized that something was wrong.

The man rushed forward like a tireless beast.

Fortunately, today is a weekday and this is a residential area. Most people have gone to work or school, so I didn’t meet many people along the way.

But if I continue like this, not only will I be exhausted physically, but I will also lose track of my target.

Just as Qian Yuanqiu took out his cell phone to contact Vodka, the fleeing man suddenly turned a corner and ran towards another street.

That direction is - Commercial Street!

Is he asking for help? Or is he trying to get away from the crowd? Either way, it's tricky.

Qian Yuanqiu didn't care about anything else and wanted to stop the man before the situation became serious.

But the man stole a knife from a fruit stall and broke into a jewelry store.

Almost at the same time, when Qian Yuanqiu arrived, the automatic sensor door had just closed, and only a blurry figure could be seen. He was breathing heavily and staring at the store door vigilantly.

What is he going to do?