The person who called me during the day was vodka, and at night there were two people waiting for me. This was undoubtedly the combination of gin + vodka.
Among the few members of the organization that I know, these two are also old faces.
Gin is ruthless and seems to have a high status in the organization, Vodka's big brother.
Vodka, burly and somewhat silly, is the eldest brother's follower and personal driver.
Qin Zhibo silently summarized the personalities of these two people in his heart and moved towards the agreed meeting point.
When the time came to 10:00 pm, Qin Zhibo happened to walk to the 47th turn of Longshen Mountain.
On the roadside, Gin and Vodka were already waiting in front of Porsche 356A.
It was late at night, and Vodka was still wearing the same sunglasses that had never changed, while Gin's blond hair was flowing in the slightly noisy wind on the top of the mountain.
"Hello."
Qin Zhibo walked up to him and said hello in a more normal tone.
Gin looked at the man in front of him up and down, and was quite satisfied with the black attire of this "organization associate".
"Follow me."
Gin's voice was still gloomy and without any nonsense, he turned around and got in the car.
Vodka, like the shadow of gin, also got into the car, while Qin Zhibo consciously sat in the back seat.
Inside the Porsche 356A, there is a faint smell of cigarette smoke.
Qin Zhibo sat in the back seat of the car, quietly observing the backs of a pair of figures sitting in the front seat, one burly and the other tall.
If these two were his bodyguards, he would look very safe.
Unfortunately not
Not only that, the man in front of him named "Vodka" Uozuka Saburo even wore sunglasses when driving at night, which caused Qin Zhibo's safety index to plummet.
There are not even street lights in this dark mountainous area, and there are a series of difficult curves here. What if you don't see the road clearly and your car overturns?
The whole journey was silent.
Fortunately, there was a reason why Gin chose Vodka as his driver. Vodka drove the car safely through the ninety-nine turns even though he forcibly made it more difficult for himself. His driving skills were comparable to those of an experienced driver from Akinayama.
The Porsche continued to drive in the mountainous area. During this process, Gin never asked Qin Zhibo a single question, which was in sharp contrast to Qin Zhibo's interview with Amuro Toru during the day.
Is it because his English is not very good?
Still have nothing to say?
Or is it both reasons?
In short, after driving through the ninety-nine turns, the Porsche 356A passed through three intersections, two bridges, and one intersection before arriving at a place that looked like a factory.
The white iron door of the factory blocked the Porsche's progress, so Vodka turned off the car and the three of them got out of the car together.
Vodka raised his hand and slapped the iron door roughly. After a while, a voice came from inside.
"I'm coming!"
The small door next to the iron gate opened. Qin Zhibo saw the face of the person who opened the door and almost couldn't help laughing.
This man also wears sunglasses on a black day, and his somewhat silly square chin is almost exactly the same as Vodka's.
It's just that this man's chin is still not as square as Vodka's, and his figure is also slightly smaller. The name hanging above his head is Fujiwara Goro.
Fujiwara led Gin and his party inside and said, "I told him that we were going to smuggle the stolen luxury cars abroad and sell them. That guy doesn't want to do it anymore and keeps yelling that he wants to quit."
Fujiwara introduced the purpose of their trip, which seemed to be to deal with a certain car thief who was afraid to continue his illegal business.
Under the leadership of Fujiwara, a group of people came to the factory. A man with a thin face and a wave of hair was putting his feet on the coffee table like a dandy, watching TV and eating snacks.
Vodka grinned and opened the door directly to break in.
"Hey! Who are you!"
"Who let you in?"
The car thief looked at the men in black who suddenly broke in. He was so frightened that he shouted loudly, but the burly Vodka had already grabbed his neck and collar.
The car thief still wanted to resist, but Gin beside him took out a pistol and pressed the black muzzle against the man's forehead.
"do not move."
"If you move again, I'll beat you to death."
Gin's tone was not very strong, but the strong murderous intent revealed in the gloomy words was not concealed at all, which immediately made the car thief's expression distorted with fear and gave up resistance.
Vodka just dragged the car thief to the wide field outside, took out his pistol, and gave a stern warning imitating Gin's sentence pattern.
"Don't move. If you move, I'll beat you to death. Do you understand?"
The car thief was so frightened that he nodded repeatedly.
Under the double threat of gin and vodka, the car thief, who was also an outlaw, had no aura at all. He was like a lamb waiting to be slaughtered, his body shivering in the middle of the field.
Qin Zhibo took a quick look and felt that the social skills (intimidation) of these two people were definitely maxed out, and at least Gin must be at the max level.
At this time, Fujiwara stood next to Gin, with a flattering expression on his face, "Brother, after this business is completed, can you let me join your organization?"
The "big brother" in Fujiwara's words made Vodka on the side a little unhappy. I am the only one who can call Gin big brother!
Gin narrowed his eyes slightly, thinking of this special and sensitive period, even the peripheral members without codenames would not accept it easily, unless ordered by "that lord".
"I will think about it."
Gin made a bad promise, and Fujiwara immediately showed a happy expression and continued: "Can you please stop killing him first? His car stealing skills are indeed good, and this business still needs him."
Fujiwara was obviously talking about a car thief, but before he finished speaking, Gin turned around and gave him a look.
The look in his eyes was very fierce, and his pupils were like a murderous devil glaring condescendingly at his prey, and the warning in it was self-evident.
Are you teaching me how to do things?
Fujiwara was so stared at by this look that cold sweat broke out on his forehead, and he quickly stepped back without daring to speak any more.
Vodka on the side was very satisfied when he saw this scene, and a smile appeared on the corner of his mouth.
Hey, eldest brother hates being taught how to do things. It seems that the only one who understands gin best is me - vodka!
And Qin Zhibo watched all of this silently, pretending to be an observer from a God's perspective.
After all, he is a foreigner who does not understand Japanese, and everything has nothing to do with him.
But just when Qin Zhibo thought that Ginjiu was bringing him to observe the criminal process of the organization, Ginjiu asked Vodka to hand the pistol to Qin Zhibo.
"Shoot."
Qin Zhibo took the gun, and Ginjiu indicated what he wanted Qin Zhibo to do in the simplest English.
He wanted Qin Zhibo to shoot the car thief, that is - to kill!
Qin Zhibo didn't expect that Ginjiu's test for his new member would be to kill someone with his own hands.
This kind of test is a bit like receiving a certificate of investment, which caught Qin Zhibo a little unprepared.
Strictly speaking, although Qin Zhibo had seen many dead people, he had never killed anyone.
But facing Gin Jiu's impatient look, Qin Zhibo knew that if he didn't shoot, he would definitely die.
"Actually, my shooting skills are not very good."
Qin Zhibo smiled and explained in English, and shook the silenced pistol in his hand as a joke.
But just when Ginjiu thought that Michael Bay did not dare to shoot and wanted to raise his pistol to "solve" this problem, Qin Zhibo suddenly turned his gun and pointed it at the car thief in the field.
Piu, Piu, Piu, Piu
After more than a dozen shots in a row, Qin Zhibo's finger kept pulling the trigger without stopping, and the flames and gunpowder smoke from the muzzle sprayed out wantonly in the dark night.
Until the magazine was empty and the trigger made an empty sound, Qin Zhibo was still pulling the trigger frantically.
"Wow——"
“This is so cool!”
Qin Zhibo looked at the gun in his hand with incredulous eyes, an expression of enthusiasm for modern hot weapons was fully demonstrated on his face.
But in the center of the field, the unscathed car thief had been frightened by the dozen or so rounds of bullets and collapsed on the ground, his crotch feeling a little wet and cold.
Gin and Vodka looked at the car thief in disbelief, and then at Michael Bay, a member of the organization who was excitedly playing with a pistol, feeling that the situation was developing in a direction that they could not imagine at all.