Gin doesn't want to work hard

"What are you doing?!"

Chapter 4 Brown Hair and Dark Skin

Hearing the approaching footsteps behind him, Kurosawa hesitated for a moment between continuing the attack and pretending nothing had happened, but ultimately chose the latter and naturally lowered his hand.

Well, if you kill someone, the person behind you will inevitably see it, and then you'll have to silence them.

The fact that four people died in one incident would definitely attract the attention of the police.

Although he subconsciously avoided all cameras on his way back, even if they investigated, they wouldn't be able to find him.

But if the police can't find any clues, they'll probably start asking around and investigating, and they might even go door-to-door.

His residence is located at the very end of this alley, and it will definitely be included in the search area.

It wasn't that he was afraid of the police investigation; the identity he was using now was something he had spent a long time forging, and his life records from childhood were all traceable and absolutely real.

The main problem is that if he does that, the police might block him in his house under the pretext of "cooperating with the investigation" or "for the safety of the citizens," and then his two-day vacation, which he got by dumping all the tasks on Vodka, would be ruined!

"What are you standing there for? Hand over the money! Don't think you can get away with this just because some random idiot came along to help you!"

An impatient voice interrupted Kurosawa's thoughts. The blond thug closest to Kurosawa took a few steps forward and waved his hand at Kurosawa, seemingly trying to push him.

Kurosawa instinctively reached out to block, but out of the corner of his eye, he noticed that the blond-haired man's hands and sleeves were stained with some kind of dirt and looked somewhat black and yellow. He immediately stopped and took a step back, just in time to dodge the hand that was being swung at him.

The blond-haired man clearly hadn't expected Kurosawa's reaction. He stumbled forward a few steps due to the force and almost fell to the ground.

"Pfft hahaha!"

"You little brat, you didn't overdo it these past couple of days and you're feeling weak now, did you?"

The other two thugs laughed without any restraint when they saw this.

Upon hearing this, the blond-haired man blushed to the roots of his neck and then glared fiercely at Kurosawa.

"Damn it! You dare to hide? You're asking for trouble!"

As he spoke, the blond-haired man pulled a small knife from his pocket and charged toward Kurosawa with a ferocious expression.

"stop!"

With a shout, a figure appeared from behind Kurosawa and gripped the blond-haired man's wrist tightly.

Kurosawa looked at the handsome man with brown hair and dark skin who had suddenly appeared, a hint of surprise flashing in his eyes.

Isn't that Bourbon?

Although the voice seemed somewhat familiar just now...

Shocking! A winery employee actually intervened to help someone in need on the street?!

Is this a remnant of morality, or a remnant of humanity?

Oh, that was an undercover agent, a member of the Japanese Public Security Bureau. Oh well, it's alright now!

Yes, Amuro Tooru, codename Bourbon, real name Furuya Rei, is an undercover agent for the Japanese Public Security Bureau.

Kurosawa quickly recalled Amuro Tooru's identity in his mind while watching him teach the thugs a lesson.

"grass!"

The blond-haired man cursed and tried to break free from Amuro Tooru's grasp by twisting his arms, but he didn't expect Amuro Tooru's strength to be so great that no matter how hard he tried, he couldn't break free.

The blond-haired man's face turned bright red, and veins even bulged on his forehead, but he still couldn't turn his wrist.

Even so, the blond-haired man was clearly not satisfied. Seeing that he couldn't make any moves, he kicked Amuro Tooru.

Seeing that the blond-haired man still wanted to resist, Amuro Tooru no longer held back and punched him in the stomach.

"Well!"

Yellow Hair let out a muffled groan of pain.

Amuro Tooru released his grip at the opportune moment, and the blond-haired man immediately bent over, clutching his abdomen and taking a few steps back.

Seeing this, the other two thugs exchanged a glance and then stepped forward to stand beside the blond-haired man.

"Kid, I advise you not to meddle in other people's business!"

The red-haired guy to the right of the blond guy gave Amuro Tooru a warning and quietly slipped his hand into his pocket.

"If you want to leave now, we can pretend nothing happened..."

As he spoke, the red-haired man suddenly pulled his hand out of his pocket, took out a bag of powdery substance, and threw it at Amuro Tooru.

The bag was loose, and the powder inside spilled out into the air, obscuring Amuro Tooru's vision.

"Let's go together!"

Red Hair roared and charged forward first.

Yellow Hair and another thug paused for a moment, then followed.

"Bang bang!"

The sounds of flesh colliding continued to echo, and Kurosawa watched with great interest from a short distance away.

A few minutes later, everything quieted down.

Kurosawa glanced with slight regret at the three thugs lying paralyzed on the ground, then turned his gaze to Amuro Tooru, who had a calm expression on his face.

After hesitating for a moment, Kurosawa was unsure of what to say.

He remembered that he should say thank you in this situation, and it seemed he should also introduce himself.

Having not socialized for a long time, Kurosawa was clearly unfamiliar with some common sense.

"Thanks?"

Kurosawa awkwardly said thank you, paused, and then extended his right hand to Amuro Tooru.

"Kurosawa Formation".

Amuro Tooru glanced at Kurosawa a few times, and after a few seconds, he reached out and shook hands with Kurosawa.

"Toru Amuro."

"Young man, it's safer for you to go home early tonight."

Kurosawa smiled and nodded, but secretly made a mental note of it.

Bourbon was just trying to say "Miss," wasn't he? Don't think he doesn't know just because he didn't say it out loud!

He's definitely too idle; wandering around outside so late at night. I'll find a chance to talk to Rum next time and make sure he gives Bourbon more tasks...

A sudden chill ran through him, and Amuro Tooru glanced around warily, but found nothing.

He subconsciously looked at Kurosawa, only to meet his innocent yet slightly puzzled gaze.

It shouldn't be him.

Amuro Tooru looked away.

When he arrived earlier, he only saw Kurosawa's back and mistook her for a woman.

After all, he had his hair tied in a ponytail and looked quite thin. Although he was rather tall, it was still possible for him to be mistaken for someone else in the dark...

Amuro Tooru's thoughts wandered a little, and his gaze inadvertently fell on Kurosawa's blond hair.

"Um?

That blond hair looks familiar; I feel like I've seen it somewhere before.

Amuro Tooru frowned, deep in thought.

A dark figure suddenly flashed through his mind.

Gin? !

Amuro Tooru's pupils contracted as he scrutinized Kurosawa once more.

Kurosawa returned a blank look.

No, it's not.

Amuro Tooru denied his own conjecture.

Although their hair color is very similar, their eye color is also quite similar if you look closely, and their height is also quite close...

However, there are also significant conflicts between him and Gin.

Gin is left-handed.

However, when Kurosawa shook hands with him, he extended his right hand. When people shake hands, they always subconsciously use their dominant hand.

Moreover, if Gin were in this situation, those three thugs would probably be dead, and he, the "good guy" who intervened, might even be affected.

He couldn't even imagine Gin being robbed.

The most important thing is temperament!

Kurosawa's demeanor was calm, without a trace of menace, and could even be described as somewhat lazy.

As for Gin, everyone knows he's a killer and a workaholic!

After careful analysis, Amuro Tooru definitively denied any relationship between Kurosawa and Gin.

He scanned his surroundings again but still couldn't find anything amiss; the chill he had just felt seemed like a hallucination.

Never mind, maybe it's just the wind.

Amuro Tooru put the matter out of his mind.

He looked at Kurosawa, and under the gaze of his dark green eyes, the words he was supposed to say goodbye came out differently.

"Shall I take you back?"

Kurosawa gave him a strange look.

Is this what you call the Japanese Public Security Bureau? Such a kind conscience!

Kurosawa nodded indifferently, absolutely confident in his disguise.

Others can become unrecognizable by wearing glasses, but he not only wore glasses but also changed his hairstyle. According to Ke Xue, as long as he still has glasses and his hair doesn't fall out, no one will be able to recognize him!

As soon as he said it, Amuro Tooru regretted it. After all, he had a milk delivery job tomorrow and should have gone home to rest earlier.