The world of science is unscientific

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What's the difference?

Gin, too lazy to say more, stubbed out his cigarette and started drinking.

ten minutes later.

Yusuke Suzuki's angry shout came from afar, "Vodka, you can't even catch a chicken!?"

"Didn't they catch the white horse either?"

"..."

"Forget it, I'll do it myself. I'm never satisfied with what I eat, and I'm useless at everything."

Two piercing screams rang out, and the base, which had been in an uproar for almost five minutes, finally quieted down.

Gin looked at the email he had just sent on his phone, listening to the farce unfolding around him, and couldn't help but sigh.

Why am I so tired...?

Chapter 735 Ordinary Within the Ordinary

Two hours later.

The lounge was already filled with delicious-smelling food.

Vodka started eating first, his chopsticks flying everywhere; he was starving today.

It's almost 9 PM! And we've only just had our first meal!

Yusuke Suzuki was not to be outdone; for him, eating was always a secondary priority.

There weren't any new dishes, but the style was quite consistent: they were all meant to be eaten with rice!

When it comes to cooking, you definitely have to consider your own taste.

Therefore, apart from Vodka, who had trained for a long time, no one else on the field could rival him.

Vermouth forced herself to eat a few bites, but couldn't take it anymore and drank heavily to relieve the burning sensation on her lips.

The same goes for the white horse.

He's eaten spicy food before, but never anything this spicy.

As for Gin...

Not drawing his gun was the last act of kindness he showed.

It's so annoying, the smell of smoke can't mask the taste of food at all.

I feel really awful today.

Operation AB failed completely, Kir was also killed, and he himself was shot by that despicable Shuichi Akai.

And look at all of you.

How are you guys even able to eat?!

Oh well... I'll just have Vodka buy some bento boxes later, it'll be the same.

Although they failed to kill Tsuchimon Kanghui this time, they still have ways to prevent him from coming to power in this election.

It will take more effort, and it also depends on whether Tumen Kanghui has a thick skin.

The dirt the organization collected was from twenty years ago, and the main person involved was Tsuchimura Kanghui's father.

If that doesn't work, we'll have to plan another operation before the election starts.

The difficulties will increase significantly, and we may need to have Vermouth disguise herself and assassinate her.

Tumen Kanghui is ruthless; his bodyguards are almost always by his side. Without Kiel's support, it would be difficult for him to use an interview as an opportunity again.

If Vermouth also gets caught up in it, then everything will be over.

"Vodka, go and bring over the stewed old hen. It's almost ready."

At that moment, Yusuke Suzuki suddenly gave an order.

Gin, pulled from his reverie by the sound, put away his phone and looked on coldly.

The other person's mouth is all greasy now, and I can't stand the sight of them.

You even order your underlings around... Don't you have any yourself?

You can't send the white horse.

Two minutes later.

Vodka is back.

The earthenware pot was so big that Vodka couldn't see the way without tilting his head to the side. After he came in, he paused for a moment and asked, "Wei Que, where should we put it? There's no room on the table."

"Put it next to your older brother," Yusuke Suzuki said with a look of disgust. "Are you suggesting your older brother go hungry tonight?"

As he spoke, he glanced at the white horse that had rejoined the fight, "Don't you dare try to imitate Vodka, or I'll blow you up."

Vodka: "..."

White Horse: "......"

A little embarrassed, Vodka walked up to Gin, slowly put down the earthenware pot, chuckled, and comforted himself, "Big brother, I'm just too hungry."

"Humph."

Gin snorted and lit another cigarette for himself. "You eat first."

"Oh......"

Vodka ran to get a bowl and a spoon, then ran back.

Pour a bowlful, blow on it, and drink it.

Then his expression changed instantly.

You could see the shock in his eyes even through his glasses.

"This...this......."

Vodka took another sip. "This is so delicious!"

As he spoke, he tilted his head back and took a big gulp, making a gesture as if he wanted to get another bowl.

Then Gin's cold gaze swept over.

"Forehead......"

Vodka licked his lips and strode off. "I'll go get the bowl."

Another minute passed.

Gin now had a bowl of hot old hen soup in his hand.

It does smell very good.

Ah, it seems the magpie isn't that annoying yet.

Take a sip.

Take another sip.

In no time at all, the bowl of soup was empty.

Tsk, the bowl must be too small.

Gin served another bowl, this time with two pieces of chicken.

Meanwhile, Vermouth, having once again been defeated at the dinner table, turned her attention to Gin.

This chicken soup looks light, but it tastes great.

There's nothing to be embarrassed about.

She got up and walked over, saying, "If you don't mind, I'll share too."

Gin originally wanted to just tell him to "get lost," but considering their long-standing relationship as colleagues, the other party's special status, and other factors, he chose not to respond.

This is tacit consent.

Vermouth happily brought over the bowl.

As she tasted the chicken soup, she felt her face become rosy.

Under the cold white light, her lips, ravaged by capsaicin, were incredibly alluring.

She quickly finished her bowl.

Try something else.

Gin couldn't help but click his tongue inwardly.

It's one thing to drink soup with me, but why are you eating meat now?

Why don't you ask Wei Que for it yourself?

Aren't you going to groom him into a great lover?

That’s it?

ahem...