Gin doesn't want to work hard

The more he thought about it, the angrier he became, and Kurosawa couldn't help but curse.

"grass***!!!"

……

"Big brother?"

Vodka's voice pulled Kurosawa out of his memories.

Kurosawa exhaled and crushed the burnt-out cigarette in the ashtray in the car.

What are your plans for the near future?

Kurosawa asked about vodka.

After learning that he was the workaholic at the brewery, Kurosawa began preparing for his next period of slacking off.

First, he trained Vodka.

Although Vodka is indeed not very smart, and even a bit silly, he has at least been able to arrange Kurosawa's schedule these past few days.

Some unimportant documents could also be handed over to Vodka, and he also handled the mission reports and such.

It's okay to kill traitors occasionally.

"Hmm, now that I think about it, vodka is actually quite useful."

Kurosawa gave Vodka an approving look.

Vodka, focused on the road ahead, didn't notice Kurosawa's gaze and simply answered Kurosawa's question.

"Big brother, we're going to clean up the traitors in the organization tomorrow, and the day after that we'll be testing a few new members who want to join. There seems to be another mission over the weekend..."

Hearing this long explanation, Kurosawa frowned and interrupted Vodka.

"Purge the traitors? You go."

"Test member? You go."

"Big, big brother..."

Vodka opened his mouth as if to say something.

"Ok?"

Kurosawa glanced at him.

Vodka immediately shut his mouth.

The car was quiet for a while, and then Vodka cautiously spoke.

"Brother, that gentleman wants you to find some time to get a psychological assessment."

Kurosawa's face darkened, and his aura turned cold.

For some reason, the boss always felt that he had psychological problems, and would ask him to take a psychological test every now and then.

He got full marks on all his tests!

(Boss: It would be problematic if it were a perfect score!)

Chapter 3 Robbery of Sexual Sex—I mean, robbery of Money

A few minutes later, a Porsche 356A slowly pulled up to the side of the road.

"Big brother!"

Volt turned to look at Kurosawa.

Kurosawa glanced out the window and then took off his hat.

He smoothed his hair, flicked his bangs, and skillfully tied his hair into a ponytail.

He then took out a pair of gold-rimmed glasses from his pocket, put them on, and got out of the car.

Kurosawa glanced at the vodka in the driver's seat, which seemed to be saying something but was actually sitting there, then took off his trench coat and threw it into the car.

"Come pick me up this weekend, and don't forget to do your tasks."

Vodka immediately deflated upon hearing this, his gaze towards Kurosawa carrying a hint of accusation.

Kurosawa ignored Vodka's resentful gaze; mainly because he couldn't see Vodka's eyes through his sunglasses.

Kurosawa still doesn't understand why Vodka could drive at night while wearing sunglasses, and can only explain it using Detective Conan theory.

Of course, Kurosawa was also curious about what was under the vodka sunglasses.

Adhering to the principle that practice is the sole criterion for testing truth, Kurosawa once "inadvertently" pulled off his sunglasses.

Disappointingly, the eyes under the sunglasses were neither beady nor sparkly; they were just ordinary.

If I had to pinpoint any difference, it would just be that it's slightly smaller than the others.

However, it actually suits Vodka's "angular" face quite well. I don't know why Vodka always wears sunglasses all the time.

Perhaps vodka thought it looked cool that way...

Pulling his wandering thoughts back, Kurosawa straightened his clothes and casually tucked the pistol that was sticking out a little bit back in.

After surveying his surroundings and determining the direction, Kurosawa turned and left in one direction.

Vodka watched Kurosawa leave silently through the rearview mirror until he turned a corner and disappeared completely before starting the car and driving away.

Vodka was already used to his older brother changing his clothes.

Of course, Vodka was quite startled when he first saw it.

He couldn't understand how someone could change their aura so drastically simply by tying their hair up, changing their clothes, and wearing glasses.

He transformed from a ruthless assassin into an elegant and refined young nobleman.

According to my elder brother, this was a necessary disguise.

Although there was no evidence, Vodka always felt that it was just his older brother's perverse sense of humor...

Thinking about this, Vodka inevitably remembered the two tasks Kurosawa had given him, and his head started to ache.

Although those two tasks were not difficult, they were both quite time-consuming, not to mention that a report had to be written after completing the tasks.

Vodka sighed and drove toward the nearest stronghold.

……

On the other side, Kurosawa strolled leisurely toward the apartment not far away.

This is where he usually stays on his days off. He usually goes there when he has two or more free days.

A cold wind blew by, and Kurosawa felt a chill he hadn't experienced in a long time.

Since getting the trench coat from the organization, Kurosawa has never been bothered by the outside temperature again.

No matter the season, as long as you wear a trench coat, the temperature will be just right!

Kurosawa doesn't know the underlying principles, but it's still quite Conan-esque!

Another gust of wind blew by, and Kurosawa glanced at his thin shirt, deciding to take a shortcut.

He quickened his pace slightly and stopped walking along the street, turning into a small alley.

The dark alley did not obstruct Kurosawa's view. He carefully avoided the debris on the ground while pondering how to get through the next two days.

"Hmm, there's a game I haven't played yet, I can take this opportunity to try it out."

At that time, mobile phones were still the flip type, so the only form of entertainment available to Kurosawa was games.

In addition, Kurosawa is quite interested in all kinds of food.

I just heard that a sushi restaurant opened nearby, and the food is pretty good. I'll try it sometime.

Having roughly planned out the schedule for the two days, Kurosawa yawned and quickened his pace again.

"Hey~"

Suddenly, a whistle came from behind Kurosawa.

Kurosawa didn't pay any attention and continued walking forward.

Unexpectedly, the footsteps behind him grew closer and closer, and several frivolous voices came from behind.

"Oh, miss, you're still not home so late?"

"How about you hang out with us guys for a bit?"

"Hahahahaha!"

Kurosawa subconsciously looked around, but didn't see anyone else.

"Hey, stop looking, miss, it's you!"

"Don't be shy! Come turn around and let us see you!"

One of them said this and raised his hand to pull Kurosawa over.

Kurosawa sidestepped the man's hand, his face expressionless, but the surrounding air pressure grew increasingly low.

Are these guys all blind?!

"Hehe, don't hide, turn around!"

The people behind Kurosawa were completely unaware of the danger and kept talking.

Kurosawa smirked, his hand resting on the gun at his waist. He turned around and faced three thug-like men behind him.

"Hey, that's right... Damn, it's a guy!"

One of the thugs spat out a curse.

"Why would a man grow his hair long, especially in a ponytail!"

"Fine, fine. If you know what's good for you, hand over your valuables and get lost!"

Another thug glanced at Kurosawa and shrugged at him.

Seeing that Kurosawa did not make a move, he took a step forward, seemingly wanting to do it himself.

Kurosawa stared at the three men, about to pull out his gun and send them on their way for free, when he was interrupted by a voice.