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

At dusk, the sun sets.

Gin pushed open the door of the base's training room and unexpectedly saw the annoying guy.

"Hey, Gin, you really came here."

The blond man, dressed in a grey linen suit and a sophisticated tie, leaned sideways in his chair to greet him.

Gin paused as he stepped into the training room, feeling extremely irritated.

He was very annoyed with the man in front of him who always had a fake smile on his face.

Gin's intuition told him that this man had no fewer secrets than Vermouth.

But after all, he is on Rum's side, and any problems he encounters have nothing to do with him.

"Why, aren't you happy to see me?"

Bourbon seemed not to notice Gin's gloomy expression and had a half-smile on his face.

"What is it?" Gin frowned, just wanting to end the conversation quickly.

Bourbon spread his hands, feeling helpless about Gin's hostility towards him: "Couldn't I just come here for training by chance?"

Gin glanced at the other's neat suit impatiently and said nothing.

"Okay, okay." Bourbon ended the joke tactfully.

He switched to work mode in a second and said seriously:

"The organization has found the results of the investigation I was asked to do, and the action team has been asked to immediately eliminate the problem."

The organization has never given up the search for the FBI. This time, thanks to those useless people in Tommy Country, the smoke screen left by Vermouth was exposed, and the investigators from the FBI headquarters already knew that she had returned to Neon.

After the branch passed this news to the organization, they asked the intelligence team to take the opportunity to investigate the remaining FBI members in Japan.

Bourbon took on the task enthusiastically and completed it with flying colors.

Gin's eyes flashed, he looked around, and took Bourbon into a closed office.

"Place?"

He was a little surprised that Bourbon had found out the news. He didn't think it would be so soon.

"Shibuya B area, they have been hiding there."

Bourbon said, "Maybe the main force has already withdrawn from Neon, and there aren't many remnants left here."

"Humph, if it weren't for welcoming the re-entering companions, these people might not have been exposed so early."

Gin smiled contemptuously.

Bourbon had no extra mercy for the FBI, and it was a rare mission that made him feel no guilt.

"Do you need my help?" he asked with interest.

"No need, the task force will handle it." Gin ruthlessly rejected Bourbon's proposal.

Bourbon only needs to provide information, no cooperation is required.

"Yeah, you don't lack thugs now. Ramos looks pretty good." Bourbon didn't feel disappointed about being rejected.

And because of Rum, he paid special attention to Ramos and always wanted to test him.

Gin ignored the remark and just glanced at him as he left.

Area B is where Tokyo's small gangs gather. It is easy for FBI agents to hide in such a mixed crowd.

"John, has the location of the headquarters been determined?"

In a pub, two blond-haired and blue-eyed foreigners were sitting at the bar and chatting.

"Johnny, you're being too loud." John glanced at the bartender who was wiping the glasses, then looked at his companion with dissatisfaction.

"What does it matter?" Johnny said unconcerned.

In fact it does.

In Area B, many gangs have recruited a number of foreigners with stronger physiques in order to strengthen themselves. Such a combination of foreigners is not conspicuous.

Besides, in this smoky tavern, people are more concerned about their own happiness. Who would care about the life and death of others?

"That being said, though..."

John looked vaguely at the few people around him who were in abnormal excitement, still trying to warn his companions.

Johnny raised his head and gulped down a glass of wine, waving his hand nonchalantly: "You were left behind because you are too rigid."

"Johnny!" John slammed the table and shouted in dissatisfaction.

The sound of his fist hitting the table made him look around worriedly, and he was relieved to find that no one was paying attention to his place.

Johnny glanced at his annoyed companion, put down his glass and said comfortingly: "Okay, okay, I apologize."

"Give us two more whiskeys." Johnny ordered two more drinks from the bartender as an apology.

John took the wine depressedly, clinked glasses with Johnny, and drank it all in one gulp.

"Did they tell you when they came?"

Johnny yawned and swirled the ice ball in his glass.

"Not yet." John was about to say something else when he realized that the other person had fallen asleep on the bar.

He shook Johnny, but he didn't respond.

"You're just a fool. Two glasses of wine are enough to get you drunk today."

John wanted to laugh at the other person's drinking capacity, but suddenly he realized something and froze.

Two glasses. How could Johnny faint after just two glasses of alcohol?

Oops, my head is a bit dizzy...

John held up his leaden eyelids and tried to look at the bartender.

The bartender seemed to have just noticed the commotion here, and said with a polite smile:

"Sir, if you get drunk, we have a lounge ready..."

These were the last words John heard before he fell into a coma.

Seeing that the drugs the two men drank had taken effect, Qian Yuanqiu gestured to the side, and two strong men helped the men out one after another.

Qian Yuanqiu walked into the inner room of the bar, changed his clothes, and got into the black Porsche through the back door.

"Is it cleaned?" Gin asked.

"Don't worry, the bar owner has seen this kind of thing many times. If you pay enough money, everything will be fine."

Chihara Aki stuffed the waiter uniform he had changed into a bag, preparing to take it back to the base to destroy it.

Vodka started the car and followed the Honda that was escorting two FBI agents.

It was Chihara Aki who suggested capturing the FBI investigator alive. In order to inquire about the time and place of the FBI headquarters' arrival in Neon, Gin thought about it and agreed to this action.

That person was also very happy and asked Gin to complete the task excellently.

They chose John and Johnny who often went to this bar to drink, and the rest of the FBI was left to Cohen and Chianti to deal with.

After arriving at the base, the two FBI agents were taken to different interrogation rooms.

Chihara Aki pushed open the door of the interrogation room. Gin was sitting in the main seat and an interrogator was preparing tools.

He walked over and stood diagonally behind Gin, where an FBI tied to a chair was still sleeping.

Gin glanced at Chihara Aki, then fixed his sights ahead and said coldly, "Let's get started."

The interrogator at the side received the order and injected truth serum into one of them.

He turned on the electric current switch, and the stimulation of the electric current instantly dissipated the effect of the anesthetic.

The moment Johnny regained consciousness he understood his situation.

The two of them looked at the man sitting opposite them. His iconic black clothes and silver hair told them his identity.

Gin!

"Name."

In order to test the effectiveness of the truth serum, the interrogator took out a notebook to record basic information.

Johnny's eyes twitched, and he wanted to reveal his disguised identity to fool people.

But his mouth seemed to be out of control and he uttered the answer that shocked him: "Jonny Smith."

Damn!

He realized that he had been injected with truth serum and began to bite his tongue to stop himself from revealing any more information.

But the truth serum the organization used against spies had a muscle relaxant effect, and he could no longer prevent the leakage of intelligence by hurting himself.

John!

Johnny felt sad. He didn't know that John was taken to

John is the most drug-resistant among them, and I wonder if he can withstand the effects of the medicine.

But it would be useless if I just revealed the information myself.

The interrogator asked him about several pieces of intelligence that the organization had already confirmed, and he answered honestly.

It’s over.

It's all over.