I didn’t think too deeply about this aspect.
Now, because of Gin’s words, Belmode’s mind was opened up, and his head was filled with questions and he began to think wildly.
It was Gin who spoke again: “After receiving my silence order, Rye put a bomb around Pisco’s neck and killed him while he was being escorted by the police.”
Only then did Belmode realize that he was overthinking.
But after letting out a breath, Belmod felt something was wrong again.
…What the hell is that bomb attached to Pisco’s neck? ?
Pisco was taken away by the police under Belmode’s eyes, and he should have been in the police car during the subsequent escort.
In this case, where does Rye get the chance to plant a bomb around Pisco’s neck?
It’s impossible for Pisco to confess his identity to the other party before the mission started, and then stretch his neck to let the other party pretend, right?
There was only one answer that Belmode could think of.
That is, Rye used his own ability to discover Pisco’s true identity, and for… unknown reasons, he left a bomb on him.
…But even though Pisco was out of control during this mission, he can be considered an experienced old member, and his true identity was discovered so quietly, even with his neck. You don’t even know that a bomb was planted somewhere?
That guy Rye is really scary.
…Wait a minute, since even Pisco is like this for the time being, doesn’t it mean that his true appearance has been exposed in the mission earlier? ?
For a moment, cold sweat broke out.
Belmode, who only felt his scalp numb, instinctively raised his hand to touch the back of his neck.
Belmode touches the back of his neck.jpg.
Seeing Belmode’s extremely familiar action through the rearview mirror, Vodka nodded with inexplicable emotion.
Vodka felt that he could very well understand why Belmode acted as he did now.
Gin naturally noticed this scene, but he didn’t say a word.
Because Gin knew very well that Sano did not do anything too radical during this mission.
Otherwise, in order to plant a bomb on Pisco, he would have no choice but to reveal his identity as a detective to expose the truth… Although whether this is a last resort is a waste of time remains to be studied.
… Having said that, although Sano’s signs of losing control were not serious in today’s two missions, Pisco, an old member, is still gone after all.
Thinking back to those earlier, Sano’s teammates died accidentally or… anyway.
Gin suddenly felt a strange sense of immediacy in his heart.
…The “aura of bad luck” of Rye that was once “rumored” is very similar to the troublesome physique that famous detectives seem to have.
To be honest, Gin is not the kind of person who would believe what God says.
But Sano’s current situation is really weird.
It’s so frustrating to your teammates.
Gin even suspected that the members of the organization he knew who died because of Sano’s “accidental” loss of control were also affected by this aspect and happened to hit the time when the other party lost control.
…In other words, it is actually still being suppressed to death.
It’s like Belmod, even himself, was affected, but survived…
But having said that, among Sano’s teammates with so many code-name members, it seems that only Vodka can… always survive the mission unscathed.
Gin suddenly turned his attention to vodka.
Compared with Belmode and even himself, Vodka is the only code member who has teamed up with Sano multiple times, and has also teamed up the most times.
And at the end of each Vodka mission and in his own report summary, Sano seemed to have done nothing too much, and he was not greatly affected.
…Then what if Sano really has some kind of aura of misfortune that can defeat his teammates.
Is vodka immune to this stuff?
Unique lucky guy? ?
…If this is the case, then there may be a solution to the trouble that Sano’s uncontrollability caused some important tasks that required members of the same level to monitor each other and could not be handled by him.
No, this matter has not yet been fully determined.
I’ll find another chance later and try it once or twice.
The vodka on the side suddenly trembled, and an ominous premonition came to my mind.
When he instinctively looked to the side, Gin had already retracted his gaze.
What’s going on? Why is my back a little cold?
Confused, Vodka tightened his clothes and remained silent for a while before he dared to raise the topic in a low voice: “Well, Belmod, when are you going to go abroad?”
“I don’t plan on acting for the time being. I will stay in the country and deal with some… things that must be dealt with.”
Belmod lit himself a cigarette.
“oh……”
On the other end, Sano didn’t let Dr. Ari take him home, and got out of the car halfway.
It’s not that Sano is so anxious to hang someone up.
But there was another accident with Sano’s tool men.
…Just a few minutes ago, Sano received a call from Tool Man, saying that a Yakuza organization on the same level as the Sanhua Society was eyeing the Black Death.
Sure enough, the big tree attracts the wind, which is really troublesome.
Is it going to be like last time, first go to the Black Death to show your attitude, and then go to the Rye to intervene and finish it?
But if this pattern happens a second time, it always feels like I am pulling the strings between these two vests.
The suspicion is also too high.
…Perhaps we can also consider using Black Mask to enforce justice?
Why?
This seems good.
Not only did we avoid suspicion, but we also caught the criminals, and there were a lot of criminals at that!
Sano’s thoughts suddenly opened up.
Aren’t you worried that you can’t catch so many criminals? Since you can’t find them, you can create them yourself.
If a Yakuza organization were to send all of them in, wouldn’t the remaining two hundred criminals’ arrest missions be solved in one fell swoop?
Gee, why didn’t I think of that before?
If I had known earlier, there would have been no need to stay up late and run around every day in the past few days.
By the way, I might as well just do it this time, so as not to let Heidi show up again, which would cause trouble.
Anyway, it doesn’t seem to make much difference whether it’s exposed or not.
Sano was thinking wildly while taking a taxi to the headquarters of the Yakuza organization.
Looking at the starry sky outside the window, Sano thought of the limitations of the Black Death Vest.
Because this vest came out so early, there are not many people who know that Sano is Black Death.
…Of course it’s not too much.
But the trouble is that the people who know about this belong to two completely different forces.
Let’s not talk about Gin, Toru Amuro is the biggest obstacle to Sano’s Black Death Vest.
Although I don’t know why Toru Amuro has never taken action against the “Black Death”, there are hidden dangers after all.
Otherwise, look for an opportunity to deal with this guy first and just silence him?
Sano rubbed his eyebrows. Even so, he still seemed a little uncomfortable.
It always felt like there were a lot of iron chains tied to Heishi’s body, like shackles and a cage.
…unpleasant.
The exhaustion caused by working overtime for days on end made Sano’s emotions more sensitive, which also made his urge to let Hei Shi break these shackles stronger and stronger.
Then it would be better to just stop doing it and find an opportunity to kill everyone who knows about it.
Although this will be a bit troublesome, solving the problem at the source is always the simplest, crudest and most effective way, isn’t it?
Sano clapped his fingers and suddenly realized something was wrong.
…Have you gotten into trouble again?
The problem with the Black Death vest is simply that it was created at the wrong time.
If that’s the case, why don’t you just take it off and put it on again?
Anyway, I am not even afraid of the trouble of silence, so why are I afraid of this little trouble?
After opening the door to a new world for the first time tonight, Sano felt like he had opened a door to a new world for the second time.
Then Sano threw out a few tickets and asked the driver to change the destination.
…
That night.
It’s time again for those rich people in Tokyo who make people cry with envy, feasting and feasting.
At the entrance of a nightclub, several burly men in suits were smoking and bragging.
“Hey, I heard that our president has some thoughts about the black god of death recently?”
“Nonsense, after all, all the bad boys in Tokyo are there now. If you want to absorb new blood, of course you have to have contact with them.”
“I heard that the Yingjiang Gang also had thoughts about them before?”
“Oh, I heard that the two sides were almost at war with each other that time. Unfortunately, the Yingjiang Gang president was killed after he provoked some ruthless person, and the whole gang was torn apart. Naturally, the matter ended. “
“It’s because of this that we and the Sanhua Society can have the opportunity to devour their original territory.”
“I hope these brats can be wiser, no…”
The exchanges stopped abruptly, and several burly men suddenly realized something was wrong.
Why did the noisy environment in the past suddenly seem to be so much quieter now?
Look at it intently.
People walking around stretched their necks and turned their heads to both sides of the street, as if they were watching the excitement, but they all remained silent, as if they were worried about being noticed.
