Gin heard the ringtone through the phone and became suspicious instinctively, frowning: "Who is looking for you so late?"
There is also etiquette for making phone calls. Whether you are a client or a friend, you will usually not be harassed suddenly in the middle of the night.
There was a rustling sound coming from the receiver. It must be that Uzuo took the phone and took a look.
Immediately afterwards, Gin heard his sinister voice with a slight smile:
"This is a call from the boss. He must have heard that I was attacked by an evil organization cadre. He wants to express his condolences to me - he is such a conscientious boss."
"..." No matter how Gin heard it, he felt that these words seemed to have other meanings, as if he was implying that a certain boss who had not "consoled" him had no conscience.
He snorted coldly and hung up the phone without answering.
——What's the comparison with Bourbon? That guy might die suddenly one day, but he still had to be kind to the mastermind behind the scenes without knowing anything about it... Gin thought about how Bourbon was almost blown up into fireworks.
I feel calm in my heart, and there is even a little more compassion in my eyes.
…
When Gin made the call, he was still processing the information in his hand and turned on the speaker phone.
As soon as the call was disconnected, Vodka couldn't help but sneer at the misfortune: "Poor Bourbon..."
Halfway through laughing, he was suddenly startled and realized later:
"Huh? Brother, Uzo just said, 'Move the plot to assassinate Shirley to Bourbon'... This guy must have guessed that we were going to target Shirley! He is indeed having an affair with Shirley!
"At the Twin Towers at night, could it be that Uzo was actually using himself to attract our attention so that Shirley could have room to move? - Uzo's voice sounded sleepy when he said
Maybe he lost his temper and accidentally let it slip!"
When Vodka thought about this possibility, he felt secretly excited.
However, Gin didn't give him the reaction he wanted at all.
The eldest brother just glanced at him and sneered: "You think he is you?"... Even if Uzo was not sure who they were going to kill at first, after what happened in the elevator, if Uzo couldn't guess anymore, he would
You can come over and have some vodka.
When Gin thought about the elevator sniper, he recalled his mistake just now and the reminder email specially sent by the boss. His eyes could not help but darken, and his body exuded cold murderous intent.
Vodka: "..."
When I got excited, I seemed to have accidentally mentioned a topic that I shouldn't have mentioned.
"..." Damn Uzo. This person must have guessed from the sound quality of the phone that someone was listening in the hands-free mode, so he insidiously gave some terrible verbal hints.
Vodka deliberately sorted out the conversation he just heard and recorded his experience.
But I worry that when I look back, I will be tricked again.
His understanding of psychology is very superficial, and he has no understanding of how Uzo's killing skills work. Vodka secretly thought: If he thinks about it this way, not only will he fail to sum up his experience, but he will do something to anger his elder brother again.
, how will it end?
……Forget it.
It's better to wait until you get home during your break, in the dead of night and no one is around, and then summarize it in secret.
…
Facts have proved that the decision to "shut up and play dumb" is quite wise.
Gin's gaze gradually became less cold as he stared at Vodka.
However, thinking of some things, he was obviously still a little dissatisfied:
"Keep your mouth shut from now on - if you spread rumors about Uzo in the organization again, I will bind those rumors into a book and give them to Uzo, with the note "with vodka"."
There was a buzz in Vodka's mind, and he broke into a cold sweat: "Brother! I, I just..."
"Shut up." Ginjiu ignored him.
As someone who works with Vodka every day, he naturally knows what Vodka has done.
——This guy is just bullied by Uzo for a long time, and because Uzo has little contact with the organization, he dares to occasionally make random remarks.
Gin didn't stop him before because he felt that there was nothing wrong with it - "Uzo rarely had contact with the organization" was a fact, but it was also a flaw.
And the existence of a little "rumor" will make the image of "Uzo" more vivid, as if there really is such a person in the organization who murders his colleagues day and night.
But now, there is an Irishman who has a grudge against Uzo. The "rumors" are too timely and can easily be compared and noticed by interested people. If Uzo is not lucky enough, he might really be traced.
Anyway, "rumors" and "hearsays" will become more and more outrageous as long as they are spread out a little. The "Uzo deeds" that have been spread before are enough, so Vodka can rest quietly.
…
After reminding Uzo about Ireland, he also threatened Vodka, who has been dishonest recently.
Gin's thoughts were focused on another thing.
He reached for Vodka's hat, and as his younger brother exhaled with relief, he took out a cat from the top of the hat and held the cat in his hand to look at it.
This is a cat with dark clouds and snow, its whole body is pitch black and only four of its paws are white.
Just now on the rooftop of the Nishitama City Municipal Building, Uzo asked the cat to act as a messenger and ran to him and vodka, delivering a note.
Although I don’t know where the cat climbed up from, there are many doors on the way downstairs, which is obviously not convenient for the cat.
Uzo didn't put a collar on the cat that marked its "ownership" status - it was still an organization cat after all. It would be very unpleasant no matter how you think about it being intercepted by ordinary floor security guards and taken home to raise.
.
So when Gin retreated, he conveniently took the cat away with him. Anyway, the cat was not that big, so he could easily fit it into his windbreaker pocket.
…
While evacuating, Gin thought about other things along the way.
By the time he got back to the car, he had forgotten that there was a cat in his pocket.
The car drove slowly on the late night streets, accompanied by the rustling sound of clothing fabrics moving slightly.
After a while, I felt that Vodka was making a lot of small moves tonight. Gin frowned and looked over, only to find that the cat had slipped out of his pocket and landed on Vodka.
At this moment, the cat was stretching out its claws to hook the hem of Vodka's clothes, scratching the new suit; sometimes it secretly climbed onto Vodka's shoulder, and punched him in the face; sometimes it hooked Vodka's sunglasses with the tip of its tail.
Trying to pick it off with force...
The corners of Vodka's eyes were twitching, and he looked like he was too angry to say anything. He didn't know whether he was afraid of Uzo behind the cat, or because he felt that a tall, eight-foot man shouldn't argue with a cat.
...Fortunately, this cat is not harassing me all the time.
——Every time it completes a prank, it will temporarily stop its actions and lie down next to the vodka as if very happy, waving its paws slightly.
