"hiss!!!"
The bullet was removed from the arm through surgery, followed by disinfection and bandaging. After going through the entire process, even a strong man like Tequila could not help but turn pale.
But he probably had his own position as a strong man to consider, and although he kept taking a deep breath, he didn't say a word.
The person who treated his gunshot wound was Cohen.
"Although Cohen is good at taking lives, he is also quite good at treating gunshot wounds."
It was Chianti who spoke.
After listening to this, Hayashi Yoshiki just said softly, "Is that so?", but his calm and leisurely expression did not seem surprising.
--This place is the organization's safe house.
From the outside, it was just an ordinary high-end apartment, except that the lighting was a little dim and it contained a lot of guns, ammunition and emergency medicines.
Vodka was working on the computer next to him.
He hacked into various surveillance cameras and observed the surroundings while monitoring the reaction to tonight's actions:
"The police and the military are searching everywhere for us and the killers... Hehe, but I have deleted all the videos related to us."
"Well done."
Gin said.
He also stood in front of the computer and looked at it for a while, then looked at Hayashi Yoshiki: "We have to wait until we have monitored the police's investigation results and confirmed that it is safe before leaving here."
"Oh, I have no objection."
Hayashi Yoshiki responded and sat down on the sofa with a calm face.
He took out the book he had not finished reading tonight and started reading it.
"....."
Gin looked at him for a moment.
Hayashi Yoshiki was very quiet, and his expression was calm as he leisurely read. Gin could not read any emotion from his black eyes... They were gloomy and deep, and with his hair completely combed back, he looked ruthless and indifferent.
"What are you looking at me for?"
"You, aren't you suffering from schizophrenia?" Gin is a man who speaks his mind.
"....."
Hayashi Yoshiki paused as he was about to turn the page.
Vodka was so frightened that his typing movements froze. He looked at his elder brother in horror - wouldn't asking this make Cointreau angry?
He had found it scary when he saw Cointreau killing people in the past, and Vodka still felt terrified when he experienced the scene he had set up a few hours ago - you know, the distance between them and the horrific accident and explosion just now was probably just a brake from him.
Didn't you see that Chianti was much quieter than usual? Even Tequila stopped shouting "brother" and "brother".
However, Gin was a person who could not read the air, and he looked at Hayashi Yoshiki calmly.
After a brief silence,
".....I am mentally normal, I am just a little tired now."
Hayashi Yoshiki said this with a gentle smile that was no different from his usual one.
I see.
Planning this accident required so much calculation, so your brain and spirit feel exhausted?
Gin got an answer that he could accept.
At this point, even he had to admit how terrifying Cointreau was... He had anticipated and planned this accident in advance. Gin couldn't imagine what kind of brain was needed to achieve such a level of calculation.
After all, when he encountered this "accident" in the car, even he could not have predicted how the scene would develop.
--If there is an art to killing people, then Cointreau is probably the greatest artist.
And his subtle changes in personality were also explained in Gin's eyes: I'm afraid that Cointreau's current appearance is his true character... It seems that it's just because his brain is too tired, and he is unable to maintain the "personality" he usually pretends to be.
He simply took the book from Hayashi Yoshiki's hand.
"Don't look at it."
"....."
"Chianti, go get some glucose for the Cointreau."
"ha?"
Chianti pointed at himself, looking incredulous.
But before she could react and speak, Hayashi Yoshiki looked at her and said, "Thank you for your help, Chianti."
"…Tsk, alright!"
Chianti got up and went to get the glucose.
Cohen paused while bandaging Tequila, then continued bandaging as if nothing had happened. Suddenly, Tequila hissed loudly, "Be gentle, Cohen!"
"oh."
Cohen slowed down his movements.
Chianti quickly brought the glucose water over and placed it in front of Hayashi Yoshiki. She did not tease him like before and asked if he wanted her to feed him.
Hayashi Yoshiki tasted it and found it too sweet...
It was already around two o'clock in the morning, almost three o'clock, and Hayashi Yoshiki decided to lie down on the sofa and take a nap... No one said anything to him, and the only person left in the safe house was Vodka typing on the keyboard, but his movements seemed to have become much lighter.
Time flows slowly.
When Hayashi Yoshiki opened his eyes again, it was already morning.
Chianti was lying on another sofa, Cohen was sitting on the sofa chair and seemed to be sleeping... Only Gin was sitting there, constantly pressing his mobile phone, probably editing text messages or something.
"What about vodka and tequila?"
"In the inner room."
Gin answered without even looking up.
After a while, Hayashi Yoshiki understood when he heard the snoring sound like distant thunder coming from the door.
He got up and went to wash up.
It is Hayashi Yoshiki's habit to take a shower every morning. After washing up carefully, he feels much more energetic.
I checked my phone and it was about eight o'clock...
When Hayashi Yoshiki came out, he found that everyone had woken up.
"Good morning, everyone."
"Ah... Ah, morning."
"Morning... Cointreau."
Faced with Hayashi Yoshiki's smiling greeting, the group of people were probably not used to saying good morning to others.
Chianti stretched.
After they finished washing up, Hayashi Yoshiki looked at the time on his phone. It was almost half past eight.
"Would you like to have breakfast together?"
"Then let's go."
Gin nodded.
No one else had any objections.
Leaving the safe house and coming to the garage, there were several cars parked here. Vodka walked directly to one of the black vans, which was more than enough for six people to sit in.
"What do we want to eat?" Gin asked while sitting in the passenger seat.
"French food!" said Chianti.
"Izakaya." Tequila responded immediately - even though his hands were bandaged tightly.
"Just an ordinary breakfast shop," Cohen said.
"McDonald's." Hayashi Yoshiki raised his hand.
"....."
Vodka originally wanted to say that he knew a good place for breakfast, but after Hayashi Yoshiki opened his mouth, he immediately swallowed his words.
The model worker who hadn't slept all night pinched his brows and closed his eyes to rest: "Let's go to McDonald's."
"Okay, big brother."
Vodka nodded in response.
--On the way to McDonald's, he felt inexplicably safe.