[Don’t you need medicine? I got a whole truckload of them. 】
Tsuyoshi Kawakami, who was handling the surveillance, felt his phone vibrate. He looked at the message from Barolo and fell into silence.
Got a car?
What does one car mean? Can it fill a trolley or a shopping cart?
Just when Kawakami was about to send a message to ask, Barolo took a picture and came over. The picture showed a large truck with the Shiroji Pharmaceutical logo printed on the side. It seemed to be parked in Zone Z in Tokyo.
[Sorry, there are only so many. I used some tricks. You may have to put some effort into getting the medicine. It's best to get it within today. 】
Kawakami's hands shook and he accidentally pressed a string of garbled characters in the message input box. He deleted the garbled characters and typed:
[Confirm, you got a whole truckload of medicine? 】
[Yes, any questions? 】
Kawakamiji:……
Of course there is no problem.
His teammates were so awesome that Kawakami was speechless, and he couldn't help but sigh that the brain circuits of people are really different.
Kawakami began to wonder if Barolo wanted to use this truck of drugs as bait to trap him.
[Hmm... It looks like the workload is quite heavy. Didn't you arouse the suspicion of the police? ] Kawakamiji asked again.
[No, I am not the one who actually implements it. 】
Barolo responded quickly, and another piece of information was delivered almost at the same time as this reply. Kawakami didn't take a closer look. He wanted to continue erasing the surveillance.
[OK, I’ll watch it again in half an hour. 】
Continuing to deal with surveillance, Kawakami Ji could feel that someone from the police was following him. But his purpose is not to compete with the opponent, but to destroy the on-site monitoring as much as possible. Coping with it fairly well.
Two minutes later, Kawakami closed the computer. Scotland, who heard the sound from the side, looked at him.
"Ah, I can't play anymore, I'm being tracked." explained Kawakami, "Scotland, hold on to the steering wheel later."
Hold the steering wheel steady? Before Scotland understood the meaning of Kawakami's request, the gray-haired young man took out the Colt and fired two shots into his laptop.
Huge gunshots resounded through the small space inside the car.
…………
When meeting Gin, Kawakami was unhappy.
"I understand that there are hidden elements in the mission, but can you explain it first?" Kashasha said with a fake smile on his face and a cold tone, "Aren't you afraid that I will snipe you with a shake of my hand, or give up due to unexpected circumstances? mission target?"
Gin sneered, and pointed his Beretta at Kawakami Tsumugi: "If that's the case, you can go back and remake it, Kashasha."
Tsk, Gin can’t speak without pointing a gun? Kawakami Ji slandered and remained unmoved under the Beretta of gin.
"Are you doubting my loyalty to the organization? Do you think I will pass on information to those spies if I know in advance?"
Although Kawakami's thoughts are now on the big truck in Barolo, he must maintain his persona of being a down-to-earth person here in Gin.
"Your loyalty to the organization?" Gin seemed to have heard a joke, "One day you can explain the matter of Armagnac clearly and then mention the word 'loyalty' to me."
After all, Armagnac is a member of the action team. Although his relationship with the Gin Team is relatively distant, Chianti, Cohen and others still know more or less about his accident.
This time, Gin directly confirmed that Armagnac was related to Kashasha, lending credibility to some of the rumors flying around.
"I don't have to explain it to you, Gin."
Kawakami said that the name "Armagnac" still blocked his mouth to a certain extent, making him give up and continue arguing with Gin.
"Don't forget to hand in the report." Gin pursued the victory.
The mission was over, the Gin team disbanded, and Kawakami just cursed and walked away alone. He only left Scotland with a perfunctory explanation of "I have something else to do, please go back first."
After making a few detours, Kawakami got rid of the peripheral members sent by Gin to keep an eye on him, wiped his face with his hands, and changed his previous irritability and dissatisfaction.
Gin never learns to face reality. Every time the people sent to follow him can't keep up with him, he still hasn't given up.
The symbolic meaning is greater than the actual meaning. Gin probably wants to remind Kawakami that as a related party, he must accept his jurisdiction no matter how much he is in the action team.
In order to repay this sense of ritual, Kawakami always finds a decent reason every time he sneaks away.
Ah, putting aside the annoying gin for now, he is now going to check out Barolo.
In order to express his joy, Kawakami took a lemon candy.
…………
It was dark and windy at night, in Zone Z, Tokyo, next to a large truck in the warehouse area.
Kazuo Kawajo, the driver of Shiroji Pharmaceutical, was pacing back and forth nervously. He did something quite crazy today:
He had confiscated a truckload of drugs from his company and planned to sell them privately. He had already contacted black market personnel.
He owed a huge amount of debt six months ago due to his addiction to gambling. Fortunately, he managed to hold off the crazy dogs who were pursuing the debt while demolishing the east wall to pay for the west wall. However, the accumulated debts on him were getting bigger and bigger like a snowball.
Because the gambling incident never came to light, Kazuo Kawajo was still a calm and reliable person in front of his colleagues. Therefore, after the collapse of the original Shiroji Pharmaceutical, his old colleagues recommended him to become the delivery driver of the new Shiroji Pharmaceutical.
Different medicines and raw materials passed through his hands several times. After learning the prices of these things, Kazuo Kawajo couldn't help but have evil thoughts:
If he could steal a few boxes of these drugs and sell them—no, if he only stole one box, he would not only be able to fill the hole in his debt, but he could also go to the casino to regain his glory...
An animal screamed in the distance. Kazuo Kawajo was frightened and began to think about when the people from the black market would come.
In the beginning, Kazuo Kawajo had the evil heart but not the courage, firstly because he had no chance, and secondly because he had no channels:
Even if he stole the drugs, who could he sell them to? No matter how valuable the medicine was, it was just feces on his hands, and it would make him smell bad.
However, just yesterday...
He mistakenly entered a darknet forum while downloading resources online, and unexpectedly struck up a conversation with several black market personnel who were chatting and gossiping. After those black market personnel learned that Kazuo Kawajo had a chance to obtain drugs, they promised to help deal with it.
It seems that God is helping him. Just when he was delivering the goods today, Baijiu Pharmaceutical was in chaos due to gang retaliation. This was the best time to fish in troubled waters.
"The Sword Comes"
After estimating how much the drugs he was transporting were worth, Kazuo Kawajo made a prompt decision and contacted people on the black market.
If he was a cautious person, Kazuo Kawajo would be suspicious of how such a coincidence could happen.
Could it be that someone handed him a rope disguised as a necklace, tricked him into wearing it, and watched him kick the stool away...
Unfortunately, luck is the instinct of a gambler. Kazuo Kawajo didn't expect this at all. In his opinion, giving a pillow when you feel sleepy is the reincarnation of a koi carp and an explosion of luck.
Therefore, when his vision suddenly fell into darkness, Kawajo Kazuo was still imagining a proud life after getting the money...
－－－－－－Digression－－－－－
Damn it, the damn elementary school term starts today.
Why do some teachers think that we can complete a very difficult project in two weeks using languages and technologies we have never learned before? . .
