"I see." Kawakami Tsumugi murmured in his heart.
Before Vodka explained the situation, Baijiu Pharmaceutical was just one of many possible guesses.
But now that the mission location is confirmed and the last piece of the puzzle is given, Kawakami's thoughts take a step ahead and connect everything together in the most reasonable way.
The bait of Baijiu Pharmaceutical has been placed for a long time. A bait that has been placed for a long time is not a bait, or it is not just a bait targeting the organization. The public security side will definitely intervene in this large-scale mission, and the organization also knows this.
Kawakami couldn't help but eat a lemon candy. He put the candy wrapper in his pocket and took the opportunity to blindly type an email to Barolo:
[It has been confirmed that Gin is going to take action against Baijiu Pharmaceutical. Just today, after one o'clock in the afternoon, you should be prepared. 】
"Is there a specific location?" asked Kawakami Tsuji, "For example, which town and which street? Or, I don't have permission to know yet?"
Vodka replied cautiously: "Just follow big brother."
Gin sneered, put out his cigarette, and headed towards his Porsche, with Vodka following closely behind.
Kawakamiji knew that the mission was about to begin, so he pulled up Scotland and got into the car in which they came.
Unexpectedly, rye whiskey also followed behind them.
Sensing the look in Kashasha's eyes, Rye said confidently: "There isn't enough room for Gin."
Not enough space? Not enough. How did you get here?
"You can sit in the back seat, but don't touch my guitar bag," Kawakami said.
His Suzuki Swift only has two seats, so this mission used a car supplied by Scotland, and the person responsible for driving was also Scotland.
Kawakami Tsumugi was sitting in the passenger seat. There was someone else in the car, and he looked calmly at Rye through the built-in rearview mirror.
Rye Whiskey stared at him for a minute, then looked away and out the window.
They've hit the road, and the Gin-vintage Porsches are turning heads.
Kawakami observed the road conditions and whispered to Scotland:
"Don't get too close to Gin. Gin's Porsche is more conspicuous."
So you just openly despise it?
Scotland nodded and did not respond, because there was still Rye, Gin's right-hand subordinate, in the car, so it would be inappropriate to respond to anything.
Then Scotland thought again that with Kawakami Tsuji's virtue, he would not hesitate to arrange gin in front of his face, let alone speak ill of him behind his back.
To be honest, Gin was able to drive so arrogantly because of his sniper advantage. Kawakami thought.
The biggest characteristic of sniping is to kill people from thousands of miles away. Find a commanding position and complete the task just a few streets away.
Coupled with the indescribable surveillance camera coverage in Tokyo, even if the Porsche is swaggering around one kilometer away from the mission target, it will be difficult to detect.
Kawakami was able to easily model the surrounding environment and analyze the sniper points that Gin might choose, because Barolo had already told Kawakami about the specific situation of Shiroji Pharmaceutical.
The choice of gin was the same as Kawakami's thought. It was a nearby commercial building, owned by the Suzuki Foundation.
Kawakamiji whispered the sniper location that Gin had passed over so that Scotland could find the right direction.
"Into the parking lot?" Scotland asked.
"Gin meant to enter the parking lot," said Kawakami Tsumugi. "He gave each of us a pass. The employee ID card of the ninth branch of Suzuki Commercial Group."
"Electronic version." Rye Whiskey had already taken out his phone to check it, he added.
Although information technology has developed rapidly, the vast majority of Japanese companies still have a conservative style. Whether it is employee ID cards or files, they are basically kept in paper format.
However, the Suzuki Consortium has kept up with the trend and has been vigorously moving towards paperless development, launching electronic employee ID cards in its own company.
But this also gives wineries an opportunity to take advantage of. More advanced does not mean safer, Kawakami thought.
"Okay." Scotland said, "Kashasha, how about showing me my employee ID card?"
He calmly unlocked it and handed the phone to Kawakami Tsumugi.
After being sent to the interrogation room by Tsugumi Kawakami, this guy from Scotland not only did not guard him, but also showed an attitude of "You might as well just watch it anyway since you have already seen it".
This made Kawakami Tsumugi inexplicably unhappy.
Scotland has a record of driving with one hand and shooting with the other. It only takes a matter of minutes to turn over the pass by yourself. Give this to him...this is a blatant display of ruin.
Kawakami opened his mailbox, found Scotland's electronic employee ID card, and returned the phone.
When driving into the garage, the lifting rod automatically lifts. It seemed that Scotland's license plate had already been entered into Gin's system, but Scotland still showed his employee ID card to the security personnel.
Not long after entering the garage, Kawakami frowned and quickly put on the hood of his windbreaker.
If nothing else, there are too many cameras in the garage, and their coverage is extremely wide, with almost no blind spots. If Tokyo’s traffic camera coverage is like fishing nets, this garage is like nanofabrics.
The garage is like this, and Kawakami estimates that the surveillance distribution in the building is similar.
"Tsk, it's so secretive... Hasn't the Suzuki Group been complained about privacy violations by its own employees?"
Kawakami took a lemon candy and complained softly. The too dense number of cameras made him uneasy.
"It must have been too much."
Rye Whiskey, who had always been silent, responded to Kawakami, and he naturally felt that this garage was unusual.
"Yes, privacy is secondary to money." Scotland parked the car and joked equally, "It is said that the treatment of the Suzuki Consortium is the best in the job market. As long as the salary is high enough, no one will complain."
"Okay, let's put this topic aside for now." Tsumugi Kawakami said, "There are two suitable sniper points, the east and the southeast. We need to split up and then...we also need to change our attire."
Fortunately for Scotland, Tsumugi Kawakami's long Gothic trench coat is incompatible with society at first glance. And rye whiskey is even more outrageous.
Although they are now "legal employees," standing out too much can interfere with the mission.
Kawakami was wearing an ordinary shirt underneath, and when he took off his windbreaker, he looked ordinary. As for the rye whiskey...
"Rye, I think you can take off the knitted hat." Scotland suggested sincerely before Kawakami commented on Rye.
Rye's usually dead face showed a rare hesitation.
…………
"I feel like there's something wrong with the rye whiskey." Kawakami said with a stern look on his face.
The division of labor was, as expected, Scotland and Kawakami together. They headed to the southeast, while Rye Whiskey guarded the east alone. The east was narrower and he could not see it alone.
In the end, the long-haired man did not take off his knitted hat. He tied his hair up and stuffed it into the hat. He also bought Kawakami a mask for free and pretended to be a patient with a severe cold.
"What's wrong?"
Thinking about Scotland, could it be that there is also a problem with the identity of rye whiskey?
"Perhaps people who are not members of my race must have different minds." Tsumugi Kawakami muttered in a low voice, "Maybe Rye's true form is a knitted hat, and then it parasitizes a poor and innocent human being. Otherwise, why would he have to wear it all the time? There’s no way he has alopecia areata.”
Scotland almost choked on his own saliva.
"What about gin and vodka?" Scotland immediately made an analogy, "They are the hosts of black top hat and black top hat and sunglasses respectively?"
