As the patriarch of the organization, Rum naturally knew about the conflict between Bermod and the Miyano couple.
Moscato, who learned this information from his leader, cursed in his heart, saying that Belmode was not talking about martial ethics.
With a seemingly peaceful question, Moscato had to suspect that if she really went on to say that the Miyanos were good people, Belmod would definitely go crazy and show her what the anger of a veteran cadre meant.
"..."
The conflict between Belmod and Miyano has eased. Although it is unrealistic, the current situation does illustrate this point.
Moscato recalled Rum's vow on the phone before, saying that as long as Belmode was present, the plan against the two little girls of the Miyano family would definitely succeed——
In this situation, can Rum take a look for himself?
Faced with such a leader, Moscato could only sigh secretly——
It was true that Rum had her as an agent standing in front of the stage to facilitate his secret operations, but he also had to think about how she could calm the extremely proud two people in front of him with her clearly lower level than the two and her new qualifications. .
Of course, even if Rum appears in person, these two people probably won't give a good look.
"Let us stop arguing that we will never convince each other."
Moscato closed the folder and placed it in the center of the bar. He looked up at the gentle light overhead and rubbed the bridge of his nose a few times. Then he casually pushed the gray hair scattered around his face behind his ears.
"Brandy insists on re-awarding the code name of rye whiskey to Miyano Akemi. This is an unprecedented act. If you want to achieve it..." She pushed the folder to the center of the bar and showed the contents. At the same time, he looked at Miyano Akemi and asked, "You shouldn't refuse some necessary tests, right?"
The topic was brought to Miyano Akemi.
Miyano Akemi's lips moved slightly. The answer to this question was of course——
"Of course not, I will prove myself." She responded with a confident look and a firm tone, holding her head high with the ease of saying nothing.
With this feeling and this tone, Gin unconsciously tightened his glass. At this moment, Miyano Akemi's response had a bit of the temperament of the former rising star.
Have you been blind all these years?
For a moment, Gin actually had such a ridiculous illusion, but soon he calmed down. This was probably due to some kind of acting skills from Professor Bellmode.
He glanced at Belmode who was taking the folder and flipping through it, and retracted the murderous intention at that moment.
The fact is that what Gin thought, Miyano Akemi's response was indeed imitating Akai Shuichi.
The relationship between Miyano Akemi and Akai Shuichi made her particularly familiar with the latter. The indomitable spirit she occasionally showed that made her heart beat was able to be reproduced in her through Bellmode's acting training.
"Is there any problem with this information? The son is from the FBI, but his parents are actually from Mi6?"
Belmode pointed to the information and interrupted Miyano Akemi's performance.
"Although it is strange, this information has been confirmed." Moscato didn't want to continue to answer Belmod's question, but he was of a higher level than him and was close to the boss.
"In short." Taking advantage of the gap when Belmode didn't ask again, Moscato asked Miyano Akemi again, "As proof, in two weeks, you go and kill Akai Shuichi's mother, your mother's sister, How about killing Akai Marie?"
...
The rally is over.
On the street at night, a solitary figure wanders on the roadside with only a faint moonlight.
On the way back, Miyano Akemi felt mixed emotions, wondering whether she was right in agreeing to the murder mission.
When she learned the news about her mother and sisters, Miyano Akemi, who had lost her parents, was still a little happy in her complicated emotions, but the next moment, she received an order to kill them. The contrast between this, how could she relax? accept.
Just when she was lost and confused, the noisy roar of the locomotive behind her came from far away, and the dazzling light shone through her body from behind, leaving a rapidly shortening shadow in front of the road.
In an instant, accompanied by a gust of wind, the Bosozoku convoy passed by her.
Miyano Akemi pressed down her hair that was blown up by the wind and frowned. She was close enough to the inside, but the bosozokus deliberately came closer, using close range collisions to intimidate her, a pedestrian on the roadside. .
Disgusted.
Miyano Akemi looked at the backs of the group of people leaving, and tried to curse a few words driven by negative emotions. Unfortunately, before she could put it into practice, the good cultivation cultivated in the organization made her give up the idea.
Speaking of which, Moscato's behavior of accepting goods without guaranteeing delivery should be criticized more than the intimidation of the bosozoku.
While she was spreading her thoughts endlessly, the dazzling light shone in front of her eyes again, and the sound of the motorcycle in her ears announced something to her - the bosozoku who had just left had actually returned.
Although the distance between the two parties was enough to slow down, these people still drove at high speed and only pressed the brakes when they were close, leaving a long string of harsh sounds.
Miyano Akemi squinted her eyes, adjusted to the bright light of the car lights, and looked at the bosozokus surrounding her.
There were six people in total. They were all dressed in leather jackets with spikes of unknown meaning. Their hair was permed and dyed in various colors. They looked like they were missing a brainstem.
"You're alone at this late hour. Do you want to play together? The back seat of our car is very spacious!"
Amidst the laughter, someone teased me like this.
They surrounded Miyano Akemi, constantly firing the accelerator, trying to create a sense of oppression, just like they did before, to force the target to agree to their demands.
However, this time, they undoubtedly found the wrong person.
Miyano Akemi's kindness does not mean that she is weak. She is very good at organizing the required training. The people who came to the gathering just now were obviously evil. How could she not bring a gun for self-defense if she is not stupid.
In the current situation, as long as Miyano Akemi puts down her useless baggage, she can take care of most of these people with her backhand.
It's a pity that this burden that is weighing on her cannot be let go for a while. At least until these people in front of her take actual actions, Miyano Akemi cannot shoot them.
The few bosozokus were not in a hurry to go further. Miyano Akemi's calmness was regarded as a disguise by them. It was not like they had never seen targets pretending to be calm, but they still did not flee in front of the approaching motorcycle.
Rather than simply admitting defeat, it is more pleasurable to watch the prey gradually lose confidence, become frightened, and finally let out a wail.
In this case, the two sides fell into a brief stalemate, and only the roar of the locomotive remained.
The bosozokus pushed the motorcycle slowly, squeezing the space around Miyano Akemi. The sound of approaching and the hot engine seemed to dye the cool night with a layer of scorching heat.
Miyano Akemi's expression gradually turned cold.
The clay figurine is very angry. She is not in a good mood tonight. The last chance, if the other party doesn't stop... Her fingertips hidden by her side have already touched the metal warmed by body temperature. .
At this time, it is said that it is too late and that is too soon.
A low roar came, and even Akemi Miyano, who didn't know much about cars, could tell that it was valuable, let alone a bosozoku who loved racing.
They ignored the woman in front of them and turned to look in the direction of the sports car.
It was a convertible Porsche, flying under the moon as if covered with silver light.
It would be great if I could drive a car like this. Invariably, this fantasy appeared in the minds of the bosozokus.
While they were imagining, the sports car stopped in front of them and the door opened.
The car owner took off his windproof glasses and ran his hands through his long silver-white hair.
Her hair is as long as a waterfall and she is as beautiful as a picture.
"Don't just look at her, why don't you play with me too?"
The woman who looked as stunning as the legendary witch said such words, and the charm emanating from them was something that these people could not resist.
"Okay... okay!" The man with a mohawk couldn't control himself, with a look of fascination on his face, and he drove forward involuntarily.
next moment--
"boom!"
After the gunfire, the scene seemed to come to a momentary standstill. The sound of the engine and the sound of the wind all seemed to fade away.
After another moment, the screams of humans brought the stagnation back.
The man who came forward was covering his ears and howling in pain, and blood could not stop flowing from his fingers.
"Who else wants to play?"
The witch's voice woke up the stunned people, and the remaining bosozokus noticed that the seductive woman had held a pistol in her hand at some point, with a winter-like murderous intent on her face.
At this moment, they ignored their injured companions and quickly turned around and fled into the distance.
The man with only one ear also drove the motorcycle with one hand, trying his best to keep up with his accomplices.
"Really." Watching them go away, Bermod retracted his pistol and looked at Miyano Akemi who was standing not far away. He put on his windproof glasses and knocked on the steering wheel. There was a hint of hatred in his tone, " Get in the car."
