Vermouth wore a pair of large sunglasses, blocking her entire face. Looking at Michael, her brows furrowed deeply.
"Dead."
Gin walked to the window. There were obvious traces of climbing on the wall outside, and a cold glint flashed in his eyes.
"How did he die? Weren't you protecting him?"
Vermouth knew Gin's abilities well. He was first-class in killing, but also first-class in protecting. For someone to kill under his watch... was the Night Baron that terrifying?
"He used smoke to confuse everyone's vision, then rushed into the corridor from outside. Using Vodka's impatience, he lured him up, while he disguised himself as Vodka lying in the corridor. Hearing the police shouts, I reflexively thought Vodka was fake, so I knocked him out. At that moment, the police came up, and everyone knew it was a trap. The first reaction was that the Night Baron had already disguised himself as someone, entered the room under the cover of the crowd, and killed Michael."
Gin described it quietly, as if talking about something unrelated to him, but from the bulging veins on his neck, he was clearly very angry.
"Truly rare. Someone actually managed to pull tricks right under your nose, and you were calculated perfectly by him."
Vermouth smiled wickedly.
Gin didn't refute. Although a large part of the failure was due to those American police officers, this might also have been part of the Night Baron's plan.
Today, he was utterly defeated.
"But, how did he get in?"
Since he wasn't mixed in the crowd, where did he enter from to kill the person?
"The window. He intended to climb in from the window from the start. The building was shrouded in smoke; he used that time to climb up here and shoot this maple leaf gold coin into the center of Michael's forehead."
"And afterwards? How did he escape?"
Vermouth became more and more curious.
Gin stopped talking directly.
Suddenly, Vermouth's beautiful eyes lit up; she noticed a trace of undried blood at the corner of Gin's mouth: "Don't tell me you were defeated by him?"
Gin's abilities were deductive analysis, guns, and combat. His rank in the organization might be after the top ten, but his strength was ranked among the top few.
Now, he was actually defeated by a thief.
"It seems I need to have a chat with that gentleman."
Vermouth smiled faintly, turned, and left.
However, Gin didn't care at all.
"Where are you going?"
Although this path was broken, finding Sherry was absolutely urgent.
Vermouth ignored Gin, striding away on her long legs.
"I'm going back. I'll search for Sherry, but the commotion today was too big. Don't let her smell a hint of danger."
"Let's go."
Gin left with Vodka.
The Mayor's Office Building was still noisy, only the owner was no longer there.
"The Mayor of New York died just like that."
"This place is really scary."
The four girls also paused their mahjong game, watching the live news, each sighing.
"But why are those black people on TV so happy?" Sonoko was a bit puzzled.
"Human rights and freedom. Michael was a thorough racist, but for political achievements, he often hypocritically held various activities about 'human rights and freedom', provoking the bottom line of black people and some white people. Now that the Night Baron killed him, he's almost equivalent to a hero for these people."
Yukiko explained seriously, and the three girls listened with some sadness.
"Aren't all people equal? Why is there such big discrimination?" Ran said sadly.
"This is reality."
In this moment, Yukiko seemed like the adult.
Gin and Vodka sat in a car, heading towards a certain place.
Behind them, a taxi followed far behind, almost invisible.
Turning left and right, after about half an hour, Gin and Vodka's car finally stopped.
The car door closed, the two glanced around, turned, and walked into a bar.
Heiji leaned quietly in the darkness, unmoved.
Sure enough, a minute later, Gin came out from one place, and Vodka came out from another. Their positions could form an encirclement.
If there was a tail, they couldn't escape at all.
"Bro, looks like no one is following me." Vodka said proudly.
Gin and Vodka walked into the bar again.
Heiji still didn't move, leaning against the wall, hands in his pockets, looking casual.
[This kind of counter-reconnaissance method depends on who has more patience. The impatient one would have been exposed long ago.]
Soon, Gin and the others came out from a place even further away.
"Bro, should be no one."
Vodka's expression was no longer triumphant, but full of seriousness.
Just now was all acting.
Gin nodded, got in the car with Vodka, and drove away.
When the car completely disappeared, Heiji walked out from the darkness, glanced at the bar, and a cold sneer appeared on his lips.
The bar was very big, with many people. He walked in alone without attracting any attention.
"Sir, I want to pass through here, where should I go?"
Looking at the one hundred dollars in his hand, the waiter's eyes lit up and pointed in a direction.
The waiter pointed to a back door, but the path from the back door obviously wouldn't allow Gin and Vodka to appear from two directions.
Heiji walked out, looked around, and saw a locked door not far away. He walked over to take a look; the iron door was covered in rust.
However, a layer of rust on the lock seemed to have fallen off, and it had fallen off not long ago.
Returning to the bar from the back door again, then leaving and walking around the place once. If passing through that iron door, it would perfectly allow Gin and Vodka to appear in two directions.
Even such an old iron door had a key.
"It can be basically confirmed that the Black Organization's contact point in the US is inside this bar."
The reason Gin and Vodka circled around twice like this: the first round was to prevent being followed; the second round had two meanings:
First, to leave a gathering code inside the bar; second, to give an illusion that they were just confirming again that no one was following, thereby achieving the purpose of protecting the contact point.
"A perfect strategy, pity you stayed too long the second time."
As a mechanic, he was very sensitive to time.
After going out for a bit, Heiji returned here again, drinking quietly.
Waiting for the rabbit by the tree stump!
Soon, two blond men in black walked in.
Under the wine glass, his mouth involuntarily curled into a devilish arc: The rabbits crashed in.
Soon, several more men in black arrived. However, they didn't sit at the same table as the two men in black, only their eyes exchanged glances.
At this time, a person looking like the boss walked out of the manager's office.
"Everyone, we're closing early today. Everything you consumed is free. Apologies!"
Although the customers had complaints, free food and drink satisfied them, and they all left cooperatively.
Heiji naturally followed the crowd.
At the door, he happened to bump into Gin and Vodka.
Gin frowned, looking back at Heiji's retreating figure, his expression somewhat strange.
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