Although he seemed calm and composed on the surface, Scotland, who was sitting next to Kashasha, was actually a little dazed.
Kashasha's unique way of appearing made his hair stand on end: this was the first time he had been approached without realizing it.
Not only him, but Rye Whiskey, who was equally as sharp as him, didn't notice any clues.
This gave Scotland another personal experience of the organization's crouching tiger, hidden dragon.
If Kashasha is an enemy with malicious intentions, he is likely to have lost his head...
No, they are enemies.
Scotland, like Toru Amuro, is an undercover police lurking in the organization. His real name is Morofu Jingguang, and his alias is Midorikawa Kage.
Half a month ago, Zhu Fu Jingguang had just received the codename Scotch Whiskey. This is the first time he has participated in a mission led by Gin while being separated from Toru Amuro, and it is also the first time he has participated in a large mission after getting the code name.
This mission will be important for his future promotion in the organization, so Scotland is prepared.
Before Kashasha came, the atmosphere was as solemn and solemn as Scotland imagined; but after Kashasha came...
The style of painting changes.
Kashasha looks very young, and her non-mainstream dress is out of tune with them. Moreover, not long after this guy arrived, he enthusiastically discussed the use of eye shadow and lipstick with Chianti, successfully turning the depressing waiting before the mission into a group chat.
After talking about the hot topic, it seems that we are planning to put it into practice.
"Chianti, Cachacia, be quiet."
Beretta has already taken it out. Gin took a deep breath and felt his blood pressure rising.
Kashasha is good at everything. He is active in work, very efficient, quick at work, and always available when called. He always brings a wrong atmosphere when performing tasks.
In addition, that crazy woman in Chianti has the attribute of being a talkative, but she couldn't chat with him before, and with Cohen who couldn't speak a word for a day after listening to his words.
When Kashasha came, it was like water meeting sodium. Together, the two of them could quarrel from the beginning to the end of the task, just like two noisy crows.
For example, when sniping, they fight for each other's heads, and they taunt each other from time to time. If you cannot taunt in the public communication channel during the mission, you will taunt after the mission is over.
Gin couldn't give him a shot because his teammates liked to talk, and Kashasha never made a mistake in his mission, so he couldn't make any mistakes.
Too annoying.
So after the latest batch of wine was brewed, Gin happily obeyed the gentleman's order and threw Kashasha away to Rice Flower Town.
He would rather stare at the suspicious rye whiskey than stare at such an annoying thing as Kashasha.
"You're so boring, Gin." Chianti rolled her eyes to the sky.
"Okay, okay." Kashasha chose to follow her heart and calm down under her boss's "friendly" advice.
Then not long after, Kashasha quickly found a new fun for himself:
He threw an effervescent tablet into the wine glass, broke off a wooden thorn from somewhere, and had a great time poking at the tablets floating in the wine.
And successfully attracted the attention of two newcomers.
What is it about a mouse poop that spoils a pot of porridge? This is.
If it hadn't affected the mission, Gin would have wanted to beat Kashasha until he was paralyzed.
They waited for half an hour and thirteen minutes.
During this period, Gin kept glaring at Chi Kawakami; the two newcomers Scotland and Rye also looked at him openly; even Chianti, who had finished maintaining his sniper rifle, stared at him in a daze.
Kawakami, on the other hand, was playing with his effervescent tablets, remaining motionless under the gaze of everyone.
He only felt that Gin was becoming more and more like a class teacher who stared at poor students, fearing that he would lead the innocent good students to bad ways.
Tsk, the winery version of the most beautiful teacher, I love it. Kawakamiji began to think about it.
The last member, Vodka, arrived belatedly. When everyone arrived, Gin gave an order for them to start taking action.
This mission is very simple, even a little brainless in Kawakami's opinion.
It was just a annexation by gangsters, and some unknowing cannon fodder organization took over the territory of the winery.
The footprint is small, but the problem is that organized research materials are stored on that site.
Kawakami wanted to complain about the fact that the research team lost information every now and then.
The head of the research team is a file-keeper. Leave a file when you make a plan, leave a file when the plan is aborted, leave a file when the plan is completed, leave a file when you do an experiment, leave a file if you succeed, leave a file if you fail...
Drug research is a process of constant trial and error. The number of trials for a drug - not counting human trials, starts from a thousand times.
When he has nothing to do, Tsumugi Kawakami can produce hundreds of gigabytes of garbage in one morning.
This resulted in most of the research team's data being useless and useless in the hands of researchers.
But it cannot be leaked. The problem is that there is a lot of information, and some of it is in paper form, and it is always transferred here and there.
So I throw them away every now and then. This adds a lot of workload to the action team.
Finishing tasks like this are basic operations, and as a veteran, Kawakami is very relaxed.
In comparison, newcomers are a little nervous.
"A little nervous, aren't you, Scotland?" Kawakami asked with a smile.
Scotland's cat eyes also curved into a smile, and he replied gently: "After all, it is a task of this scale, and it is human nature."
Did you actually answer it seriously?
He's as easy to talk to as he looks. Kawakami thought.
Gin placed him with the two newcomers, while he took the original team to the mission location.
Scotland drove, with Tsumugi Kawakami sitting in the passenger seat; Rye Whiskey occupying the back seat. Kawakami felt Rye looking at him through the front driving mirror.
"Better wear your seat belt, Kashasha." Scotland reminded.
"Thank you." Kawakami thanked him very naturally.
It was obvious that neither newcomer was the talkative type. Unlike Chianti, Tsumugi Kawakami can get a lot of information from the other party's words with just a little guidance.
Quietly a little bored, Kawakami Tsumugi casually started a conversation.
"Hmm... Actually, Gin should think you are very reliable." Kawakami analyzed slowly, "After all, he arranged for you and me to be together."
"How can I see it?"
Cars drive on the viaduct. Rye, who had been silent in the back seat, spoke up.
Kawakamiji laughed briefly.
"Because Gin is very annoying. He always thinks that I am a thorn in the side and needs to be watched. Inferring from the reverse... you must be very reliable."
Kawakami raised his head, looked at the front rearview mirror, and met Rye Whiskey's eyes.
Kawakami found that Rye had a pair of dark green eyes, which were very similar to Gin. After more than ten seconds, Rye looked away calmly.
"Thank you for the compliment," Rye said.
Silence enveloped the three of them again. Kawakami knew that frequent talk would have the opposite effect.
He held his chin with his right hand and closed his eyes to sleep. While he was plotting their route in his mind. When he was almost at his destination, Kawakami opened his eyes.
The gin-black Porsche appeared in view, gradually zooming in. Scotland parked next to Gin.
Kawakami took off his seat belt, opened the car door, and jumped out before the car stopped.
"It's time to go on a mission."
