There was a chill behind Vodka, and I felt that Uzzo's words meant something.

If you remember correctly, a few days ago, he was on vacation, unfortunately entered Uzo's serial killing set, and even used a gun with Bourbon. As a result, he was beaten by Bourbon without a second of confrontation.

Vodka: "..." Hiss, now after looking back, I realized that I had walked by the Styx River - I almost fell for a fool, but fortunately I had enough food. Otherwise, if they were fighting hard and evenly matched... At that time, even if Boben was worried that he was a cadre and did not want to kill him directly, the situation would be difficult to hold back.

At that time, if Bourbon is dead, Uzzo's small goal of "killing Bourbon" will be achieved. If Bourbon is not dead, he will be caught in a lot of trouble because he shot Vodka and may even be shot and killed by the organization because he is arrested... Vodka remembered the scene of his white cloth body and shivered quietly, and at the same time instinctively moved forward a little, moving away from Uzzo.

As soon as I moved a centimeter secretly, I heard that someone had briefly synchronized his thoughts.

Uzzo continued the words just now and sighed regretfully: "Borbon is indeed a bit of strength. But in those days, I have someone on hand who can compete with him in terms of force..."

Jiang Xia said, and her eyes instinctively fell on the co-pilot, where the long-lost murderous aura of wine licenses lingered.

Although there are a lot of murderous auras of gin in the print space, the stockpiling of goods is somewhat different from the fresh goods you have picked. In an instant, Jiang Xia suddenly understood those who were eating in the bowl and looking at the pot.

Gin was listening to his review of his experience. As he listened, he felt that the words were not right.

He glanced at the rearview mirror and saw Uzzo staring straight at his back, distracted with a hint of desire.

“…”

Gin recalled Jiang Xia’s wish just now - "I want someone who is evenly matched as a prop to kill Bourbon." He jumped his forehead and pointed his gun back: "Put your thoughts away."

...While warning, Gin subconsciously looked at her heart.

He really doesn't like Bourbon, but he will never take the initiative to kill Shang's useful organization cadres, unless Bourbon reveals his identity and is about to be arrested, or he betrays the organization.

Well, the idea is clear, no different from before.

It seems that Uzzo did not use his tricks to himself...at least not in Bourbon.

Jiang Xia looked at the familiar muzzle and admired the ghosts' hard work of picking murderous aura. At the same time, facing the request of Gin, he spoke in a slight surprise: "I didn't think of anything just now."

Gin stared at him for a while, but didn't see any flaws. She snorted coldly and slowly put away her gun: "You'd better be."

Jiangxia was quiet for a short while.

Then he came over quickly and led the topic to the main thing:

"By the way, I picked up another 100 million in Gunma Prefecture, but it was still the same. Two robbers fought in internal conflicts, one killed the other, and the living one died suddenly - but the number of the money seemed to be tracked by the police."

Gin glanced at him and her mood improved. It seemed that Uzzo was not all about playing boring temptations and counter-temptations with Bourbon this time, but he still remembered some serious matters.

He nodded: "It doesn't matter if the number is, the finance will deal with those issues..." So what about the money?

Vodka originally wanted to continue pretending to be dead, pretending to be a shadow that only knows how to drive.

But he found that Gin looked here. Now, such a down-to-earth thing can't make the boss lose face...

Vodka cleared his throat and spoke actively, his tone was calm and slightly oppressed: "What about that money."

"I am not convenient to take away the 100 million from Gunma Prefecture, so I'll be buried in the ground. Then I'll draw a treasure map for you. As for the 100 million I picked up a week ago..." Jiang Xia moved to the window and looked out, "It's just about to arrive. Stop for a moment."

Vodka instinctively slowed down the car and braked it.

After the brakes, I remembered that I was not Uzo's driver, so why should I listen to him?

"..." However, it stopped...

The vodka's feet on the accelerator were about to move, and after thinking about it, he didn't dare to drive the car away again.

He glanced at Gin.

Seeing that the elder brother seemed to have no intention of objection, Vodka and the other two people in the car looked out the window as if nothing had happened, pretending that he had not had any psychological activities just now.

"There is 100 million yen."

Jiang Xia's fingertips knocked on the window twice, pointing to a coffee shop from afar.

In a demolition building, its existence is very obvious: "The southernmost window, the black natural scroll - have you seen it? It should be easy to find."

Vodka: "…"

Gin: “…”

If you read that right, you're alone...

Oh, after a closer look, there was indeed a bulging briefcase next to the man in black, on the seat beside the window.

Gin hesitated for a moment, suspected that Uzo fooled a passerby to help him deliver the goods.

According to past experience, perhaps that "passerby" happened to be a certain mission target of the organization... But recently, he has not given Uzo a list of assassinations. Could anyone take advantage of the situation?

Gin's heart moved, and Rum's scheming face flashed through his mind. Although the second-in-command of this organization did not have much interaction with Uzzo, Rum's subordinate Boben had absolutely a lot of interaction with Uzzo. This group of intelligence officials always had a little bit of treacherous meaning in doing things, and Gin could not help but think too much.

At this time, their cars had just rolled around a bridge.

Looking down from here, as Jiang Xia said, the "black natural roll" by the window is very easy to find. The cool-toned lights of the cafe hit the man in black, like a standing light illuminating the treasures in the center of the display cabinet, protruding and eye-catching.

But seeing people does not mean you can see your face clearly, the distance is a bit far.

Gin raised her hand.

Vodka understood in seconds and handed it onto the telescope respectfully.

Gin looked at the cafe and identified it carefully. Then she found that it was a completely unfamiliar face. It did not exist on any recent assassination list.

Just as he was thinking about various materials in his mind, the person in the cafe suddenly turned his head and looked at the bridge through the floor-to-ceiling window, which happened to meet Gin.

Logically speaking, one side sat in a bright cafe, and the other side sat in a dark car in the suburbs. Men in black were reluctant to see people, not to mention seeing people.

But now...

It is hard to say whether they are really looking at each other or just a coincidence. But Gin's whole body is reflexively tense, and Bereta, who never leaves her body, lifts to the window, aims silently, with a murderous intent on her body.

A brief air contact is fleeting.

The next second, the man in black in the cafe lowered his head and continued to stir up the drinks with unknown ingredients in his hand, as if he had just looked out the window casually and saw nothing.
Chapter completed!