Chapter 212 Are You Ready? (Please Vote and Subscribe!!!)

The moon is sparse with stars and the sky is cloudless.

On the road back to Tokyo from a certain county, a dark car, with its headlights tearing through the darkness, sped towards Tokyo.

Next to the road, a blue road sign with a speed limit of 70 flashed past.

Outside the rolled-down window, a pair of slender hands rested on the car door, holding a cigarette:

"Brother, why are we in such a hurry to return to Tokyo?"

Vodka felt a little depressed:

"You can definitely stay one night and then leave."

A certain prefecture is far away from Tokyo. Even if we hurry up, it will take more than four hours to arrive.

According to past habits, the key members participating in the meeting could rest in the villa for one night and set off again the next day.

Boss is also a reasonable person.

Drowsy driving is a no-no.

After the meeting, Vodka thought he could drink two glasses of vodka and have a comfortable night's rest.

As a result, Gin took him and left the villa without even eating dinner.

"Didn't you hear what the boss said tonight?"

On the seat that was tilted back, Gin crossed his legs and looked cold:

"Belmod and the others also want the space vacated by Tequila."

"We must not give it up to others!"

"Hmm"

Vodka steered the steering wheel, yawned, rubbed his sore eyes and asked:

"But didn't the boss say that as long as Sakaki Cheng kills Miyano Akemi with his own hands, he can be the leader?"

"You only took it at face value."

Gin took a puff of cigarette and said:

"Another meaning of boss is that he doesn't trust Sakaki Cheng."

"If Sakaki doesn't kill Miyano Akemi, we will kill him!"

"It just so happens that he has known Miyano Akemi for a long time. Damn it!"

Punching his thigh with a fist, Gin's expression turned ugly.

Not many people in the organization knew the inside story back then.

Rum, Belmode, Pisco, Tequila

Apart from the boss, these are the only veteran figures in the organization.

But Pisk was not his man.

He got the information from Tequila, but Tequila was not a backbone 17 years ago and could only be considered an elite among the lower-level personnel, so he didn't know much.

For example, he had no idea about the relationship between Sakaki Makoto's father Ryunosuke Sakaki and Elena Miyano and his wife.

Since the riot, Tequila was promoted unusually because of the lack of manpower in the organization.

The unequal information caused Gin to make a wrong judgment.

Maybe it's because Sakaki's acting skills are too superb.

Even he didn't see the flaw.

Especially after being arrested at the police station, Sakaki defended him hard in front of all the big shots in the Metropolitan Police Department. His words seemed to come from the bottom of his heart, and he was sincere.

This made him feel that Sakaki was a talent he could truly trust and cultivate.

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"Brother, why are you pulling out your gun?"

From the corner of his eye, Vodka noticed Gin's movements.

Gin unloaded the magazine and was checking his Beretta M92F.

"Test Sakaki Makoto."

The brass bullets were ejected one by one.

Finally, Gin reloaded the empty magazine into the gun, pulled the chamber twice to make sure there were no bullets in the gun, and then put it away.

"But can't he dodge bullets?"

Vodka asked in surprise:

"We've all tested it."

"Made!"

Gin cursed secretly, and then remembered what happened when Vodka pulled out his Uzi submachine gun and started shooting.

Bullets should be reserved for enemies and traitors, not used against teammates!

It is not easy to cultivate talents. Why do you, Vodka, think about harming your own people every day?

"Only let me shoot this time, don't do it!"

Gin felt that he needed to give Vodka a good warning:

"Got it?"

"OK"

Vodka nodded reluctantly:

"Brother, whatever you say is what it is."

"Have you contacted Kento Naoi?"

Gin asked again.

Before he left, at around eight o'clock, he called Sakaki's mobile phone, but he couldn't get through, so he had no choice but to ask Naoi Kento to send a message.

At eight o'clock in the evening, it stands to reason that Sakaki Makoto should stay at the research institute.

"Contacted."

Vodka yawned again, unable to open his eyes:

"Naoi Kento said Sakaki Makoto's cell phone is out of battery."

"They are waiting for us at the research institute."

"Stop the car and let me drive."

Noticing Vodka's state, Gin retracted his long legs that were draped on the center console.

The Porsche 356a was parked on the side of the road.

The two exchange places.

There's nothing I can do about it, vodka makes me really sleepy.

I woke up very early today, drove for nearly 10 hours, and then had lunch.

Whether mentally or physically, I really can't bear it anymore.

Looking at the cold text message on the phone.

Sakaki shuddered.

Didn't you agree to come back tomorrow night?

Why did you rush back all night?

Boss Qin, you have no credibility as a human being!

"What's wrong?"

In the taxi, Miyano Shiho looked over curiously:

"What happened?"

"Gin said"

Sakaki frowned and said:

"He has half an hour to get to the institute."

"Want to see me."

"See you at this time?"

Miyano Shiho lowered his head and began to think deeply, his face gradually becoming serious:

"Master, please arrive at the Qingchang Experimental Biological Research Institute within 20 minutes."

"Oh, Miss."

The driver looked at the rearview mirror and said with some embarrassment:

"It takes at least 40 minutes to get from the Beihua City Hall to the Institute."

"I'll pay more."

Ten Fukuzawa Yukichi tickets were thrown to the front row.

The driver was stunned:

"This is not about money."

"Two hundred thousand."

"I"

"Thirty."

At the end, Miss Miyano didn't even bother to say ten thousand.

Her expression and actions were as indifferent as the crowned queen giving orders to her knights.

The unquestionable tone and the serious face

made the driver smile.

With a flick of his sleeve, he put thirty Fukuzawa Yukichi tickets into his bag, smiling as brightly as a carnivorous plant:

"Hey"

"If I didn't like you, little girl, I wouldn't do this no matter how much money you gave me."

"Stop talking nonsense and drive!"

"Okay."

The temptation of three hundred thousand is enough for the taxi driver to withstand the pressure from the company and take a few tickets.

All he needs to do is find a proper excuse afterwards.

Anyway, this is not the first time he has done this.

"I will pay you back."

Sakaki Makoto scratched his head, not knowing what to say for a moment.

He owed Miss Miyano too much.

"Then are you ready?"

Miss Miyano took Sakaki Makoto's notebook and pen and wrote:

"You owe me 50 million, I'll give you the 300,000."

"1% interest per month, not counting the principal, you have to pay me 416,000 yen per month."

"And your salary is 900,000 per month."

Sakaki Makoto looked at her in amazement.

"Except for the monthly travel, meals, dates and other expenses."

Miss Miyano fell silent after calculating.

Ten seconds later, she raised her head and handed the notebook back:

"Forget it."

"You might as well just hand over your salary card directly."