The dessert store is in a busy area.
Amuro Tōru, wearing a hat, passed by the busy area, not going down narrow alleys, but picking roads that were passable by vehicles, but with relatively few cars and people, and after a couple of blocks, he spotted the target vehicle.
The target vehicle was a black car, parked discreetly on the side of the road, looking as ordinary as any other car parked in the neighborhood, except for one thing: there were people in the car.
This is a seemingly waiting for someone's car, the driver's seat is sitting in a black suit, the figure of some stout male, he wore sunglasses, lying on the steering wheel to rest, as if just escaped from what a crisis in a million places, so can not help but breathe a big sigh of relief and celebration.
The passenger seat is a slender man, he has a very conspicuous head of long silver hair, in the car window out of the rearview mirror smoking.
The smoke made the rearview mirror a bit hazy.
In the blurry rearview mirror, Amuro Tōru slowly walks over to him and briefly greets him, "Good afternoon."
Gin gave a cold smile, like a shark that smelled blood, and took on a bloodthirsty air, "Good, after, noon?"
He stubbed out his cigarette, his hand down in the shadows, and when he raised it again, he was holding a gun, "You're following me."
The tone of the statement was hostile and murderous.
Amuro Tōru's words caught in his throat, and his thoughts raced for a few moments, immediately revealing his true emotions: dismay, bewilderment, skepticism.
"What did you say?" He frowned, "Weren't you the one who was following me?"
This was the real emotion, the one Amuro Tōru had intended to say: Gin was following him.
It could be that he sensed a difference in his identity, or that he was just suspicious of his frequent and long stays in the neighborhood, or that he just didn't like him and wanted to step on his toes. In any case, it didn't take long for Amuro Tōru to become acutely aware of it after he had staked out the dessert store.
If he was on a mission for the organization, Amuro Tōru would have had two choices when he noticed it: either to counterattack immediately and step on it beforehand, or to pretend he didn't know about it and step on it when he was wrapping up his mission.
The second option could have been expanded to include more detailed options, such as pretending that the mission had failed because Gin had gotten in the way, and covertly transferring the innocent people involved in the organization's mission to the police's shelter.
But he's not on an organizational mission, and the sweet store he's keeping a close eye on isn't one of those black guys, or the innocents being targeted by the black guys, it's...
Amuro Tōru retreated immediately.
He watched silently from the shadows for a long time, and realized that Gin was still keeping an eye on him, so he had to show himself.
But what Gin said was so unexpected that Amuro Tōru had to abandon the temptation of what he had been about to say, and turn to his truer emotions.
When he said it, he didn't move to observe Gin's reaction, his mind was still active and spinning rapidly, quickly analyzing the information that just came out of those words: Gin meant that there was an organization's mission target or code name member in the vicinity?
Then, was the guy from the dessert store inadvertently staying in the neighborhood, or was he purposefully causing ripples in the neighborhood?
...That guy faked his death, and why...?
No sooner had Amuro Tōru's thoughts turned to this, than he saw Gin raise his eyebrows and sneer.
"I followed you?"
"You mean, you're in the neighborhood, on a mission?"
His tone was cold and ominous, sounding like a death sentence before he shot a Code Name member.
Amuro Tōru, who hadn't had much contact with Gin, but had some side knowledge of the codename member's personality from some of the organization's missions, immediately changed the subject, "Mission? No, I'm on vacation."
"After working so hard to complete a mission, you have to take some time off, right?" His tone was light, "Whether or not you're stalking, you know yourself."
Gin stared at him coldly, weighing something, and didn't say anything.
But Amuro Tōru saw the driver in the driver's seat turn his head at the sound of his voice, wearing sunglasses and a stern face, his expression didn't change drastically, except that it seemed to have some pity on him.
...Pity?
As Amuro Tōru became more alert, more and more ready to dodge bullets at the first sign of trouble, Gin slowly repeated, "Vacation?"
He let go of the gun and said uncertainly, "You really picked a good place to take a vacation."
Amuro Tōru:"?"
"I'm not stalking you," Gin explained in a rare moment, "You're not qualified."
"I was following," he paused, changing the word 'following', "I was meeting with a code name member."
Strange.
Amuro Tōru made a judgment almost instantly upon hearing it: very strange.
The organization's principle of secrecy also applied to the code members of the organization, who seldom collaborated with each other on missions, rarely saw each other, rarely inquired about each other, and when they did, it was for relatively important or time-consuming missions.
Whether it's a single person mission, or a multi-person mission, as long as it's a 'mission', the Codenames not in charge of the mission don't have the right to ask questions of the Codenames who are on the mission.
They don't talk too much about the mission.
But Gin says he's 'meeting to a code name member'.
Just 'code name' and 'meeting' are enough to reveal something about the mission.
How could he be so careless?
As his thoughts raced, Amuro Tōru narrowed his light-colored eyes and said in a somewhat meaningful tone, "It seems that you're a little disgruntled and want my help."
-How dare he casually reveal his mission information to other code name members, and to a viper-type intelligence team that took pleasure in digging up information, Amuro Tōru could easily get an eyeful by reporting it to the higher-ups.
There was a lot of threat.
Gin was unmoved.
He glanced at Amuro Tōru, turned to Vodka and ordered him, "Go deposit the money."
Vodka opens the door, gets out, doesn't even look at Amuro Tōru, doesn't take any handbag, and walks straight to the bank with empty hands.
He was going to deposit money.
...Huh?
Amuro Tōru watched the vodka walk away and slowly looked at Gin.
Gin wasn't surprised by his dismay, and smiled coldly, "Every month, I come to the bank to deposit money."
"It would be nice if you would help."
"...Deposit some small amount of money?" Amuro Tōru frowned intentionally, "You're too boring."
He realized that Gin's expression didn't change in the slightest, and even agreed with the comment, "It's boring."
"Boring and a waste of time, a waste of life with unnecessary formalities."
"Will you help me?"
...
Amuro Tōru didn't say anything.
Gin fished out another cigarette, raised an eyebrow in disbelief, and explained in detail after lighting the slender cigarette: "It's a paycheck."
"Once a month savings, it's a paycheck."
"
"His bank account has a limit, so he can't deposit too much money at once, so it's a monthly deposit."