Night fell over Tropical Land, beneath the shadow of a secluded building.
A bald, middle-aged man in a brown suit, clutching a briefcase full of cash, was waiting for a transaction.
Vodka, pulling down the brim of his hat, approached: "Sorry to keep you waiting, President."
"You're so slow. I've been waiting for two hours. I came alone as agreed. Hand over the Record now." The bald President's voice was agitated, and his expression panicked.
Vodka smirked: "Haha, of course I know that. You show me the money first, and I'll naturally give you the Recording of your criminal evidence."
The bald President hastily opened his briefcase, revealing 100 million Japanese Yen neatly stacked inside: "Here you go. Now you have nothing to say, right?"
"Very good, transaction complete." Vodka took the briefcase, not at all worried that the other party would trick him with fake money.
He pulled out the recording from his chest and threw it.
The bald President grabbed the recording and scurried away without looking back.
Shinichi Kudo, who had followed Vodka and Gin here, witnessed the entire transaction from behind a tree.
"That much money, probably 100 million Japanese Yen. These two man in black are definitely not good people."
Kudo Shinichi mused inwardly.
Just as he was wondering where the other man in black had gone,
A cold voice came from behind him.
"The detective game is over Kid!"
Gin suddenly appeared from behind Shinichi Kudo and struck him on the back of the head with an iron pipe.
Caught off guard, Shinichi Kudo fell straight to the ground.
"Hmph, daring to even track our organization. You must be tired of living."
Just like in the original plot, Gin, fearing he would attract the police, did not shoot Kudo Shinichi.
Instead, he knelt down, grabbed Kudo Shinichi's hair, and poured the organization's newly developed poison into his mouth.
"This poison is colorless and odorless, and it won't be detected in an autopsy. You're getting off easy, kid."
Just as Gin thought he had succeeded, a cold sensation pressed against his back.
"Don't move. If you move, I can't guarantee what will happen, hehe."
Billy, who had been ambushed nearby, took the opportunity to hold Gin hostage from behind and immediately took the gun from Gin's.
"Who are you? CIA, FBI, or Japan National Police Agency?"
Gin raised his hands, indicating he was not a threat, and prepared to extract information.
In his opinion, for the other party to be ambushed so precisely nearby, someone must have leaked information.
Another traitor in the organization!
Seeing that Billy had no intention of answering, Gin stopped pretending. He flicked a dagger from his cuff, spun around sharply, and thrust it directly at Billy's chest.
"Die! Be smarter in your next life."
You didn't expect this, did you? Besides the gun, I also have a dagger hidden in my cuff.
Gin showed a cruel, cold smile.
He had already imagined Billy's regretful expression as he fell to the ground.
But contrary to what he thought, after Billy was stabbed in the chest with the dagger, he was completely unharmed. Instead, he turned the gun.
He pointed the revolver directly at Gin's forehead.
Gin looked at the dark muzzle of the gun, cold sweat trickling down his forehead: "I think this is a misunderstanding. What do you want? Let's talk."
Gin said this, but in reality, he wanted to stall for time and find another opportunity to escape.
And more importantly!
The sensation when he stabbed Billy was very hard, like stabbing an iron plate.
It even made his arm a little numb.
What did this mean?
The other party must have been wearing a stab-proof vest!
So why would the other party wear a stab-proof vest in advance?
No doubt, there must have been an insider leak!
Gin gritted his teeth, cursing incessantly in his mind.
Damn it! It must be the rats leaking information again!
Even the information about him secretly hiding a dagger was leaked. This was no ordinary mole!
"Bastard, Gin, you actually scratched my pectoral muscle. How are you going to compensate me?!"
Unlike the turmoil in Gin's mind, Billy looked at his scratched pectoral muscle, enraged and embarrassed.
He raised his hand and gave Gin two big slaps.
Gin was stunned, his face flushed red: "You!"
"'You' what? My pectoral muscles are very troublesome to maintain, and Boss Nicole won't reimburse me. How can I go see Big Sister Monica looking like this?"
Billy complained incessantly.
Gin listened to his nonsensical words, his pupils constricting, and he analyzed a few more things.
He became even more convinced that a traitor had sold him out.
The other side knew his codename.
That meant the other party's appearance here was definitely not a coincidence, they came specifically for him!
And the other party having a boss meant they also belonged to an organization.
It was just unknown who this Boss Nicole truly was.
As thoughts of the organization's cultivation of him flashed through his mind, Gin's eyes were as resolute as a martyr about to go to his heroic death.
"Kill me or torture me, do as you please. I will absolutely not reveal any information about the organization."
"Who said I was going to kill you?"
Billy had a head full of questions. Rin had specifically instructed him that important characters from both the red and black sides should be kept alive to farm Film.
Apart from Gin, the black side members were either useless or moles, or they didn't contribute.
How could he kill Gin?
"Our goal is the 100 million Japanese Yen you extorted from that President. Do you understand what it means for the pot to call the kettle black?" Billy shook the gun in his hand, trying to put some pressure on Gin.
But Gin was completely unmoved, with an expression that said, 'I'll listen to you keep making things up,' and repeated again:
"I will absolutely not reveal any information about the organization. Don't even think about tricking me."
Billy was baffled. He had no choice but to make some noise to attract Vodka.
Vodka, attracted by the noise, saw his Big Brother being held hostage. He dropped the briefcase containing 100 million Japanese Yen and immediately pulled out his gun from his chest.
"Who are you? Release my most important Big Brother! Otherwise, I'll shoot you!"
Vodka threatened with his gun, thinking, 'I threw away a huge sum of 100 million Japanese Yen for Big Brother without hesitation. Big Brother must be so touched when he sees this.'
What did this prove? In his heart, Big Brother was heavier than Mount Fuji.
However, what he didn't expect was that Gin, seeing his actions, was not touched at all.
Instead, his eye twitched.
Still calling me Big Brother? I think you want to be Big Brother!
The enemy is so close to me, and the light is so dim.
You see me being held hostage, and your first reaction isn't to negotiate, but to pull out a gun.
Isn't this wishing for my death?
If he didn't know Vodka was genuinely stupid, Gin would have suspected Vodka was also an inside man.
Just at this moment,
A round-bodied Bangboo, with one black and one white rabbit ear, and a scarf numbered 01 tied around his neck,
Like a thief, tiptoed to the briefcase Vodka had dropped.
After picking up the briefcase, he instantly made a quick escape, vanishing into the bushes in a flash.