Toru Amuro's fingertips tightened slightly on the steering wheel, looked away from her, and then said in a deep voice: "Address."

Furukawa Kumisa ignored him, but stretched out his hand to him first, "Something."

Toru Amuro looked at the palm stretched out in front of her. It was white and translucent, as soft as a bone. Even the plain rings she wore on her fingertips to match her makeup looked so suitable.

——For a moment, he wanted to just hold it straight up.

He did reach out, but he just reached out and gently waved her hand away, and then said calmly: "I will give it to you when we get there."

Furukawa Kumisa frowned: "Are you threatening me?"

The thing was in his hand, but he insisted that she reveal the target's information to him before he would give it to her.

Amuro Toru remained calm: "If you want to call it a threat."

Anyway, he had already seen that Furukawa Kumisa had no channels to get what she wanted by herself.

Then I heard Furukawa Kumisa sneer, took out his mobile phone and started making a call.

Toru Amuro frowned: "Who are you calling?"

"Gin."

Furukawa Kumisa felt that she should have found Gin from the beginning - although she and him were very at odds with each other, at least Gin would not be like Tohru Amuro, who would just hand over money.

First hand delivery.

As she spoke, she unbuckled her seat belt and prepared to get out of the car.

This shows that he no longer intends to talk nonsense with Amuro Tohru.

Then she felt her arm tighten, and was held with a "snap", and then she was suddenly pulled back into the car.

The mobile phone in Furukawa Kumisa's hand was also taken away, and after pressing the call that had not been connected, it was thrown back into her lap.

Even the seat belt on his body was pulled over again by him, and it was fastened with a snap.

Toru Amuro's gnashing of teeth sounded in the silent carriage: "Furu! Kawa! Kyu! Mi! Sha!"

Furukawa Kumisa was pushed back to her seat, took a breath, and looked at the person next to her who was glaring at her angrily, and she sneered.

"I was the one who was almost put off by you, I was the one who was threatened by you with something, and it was me who was stopped by you and refused to get out of the car - but you got angry with me first? What qualifications do you have?

angry?"

This is a real and heart-wrenching question - why do you have the right to be angry? What position do you have to be angry?

Whether it's what happened last night or what's happening now - Toru Amuro, do you have any appropriate status to be angry?

He didn't, Toru Amuro knew very well...he didn't.

He took a deep breath, suppressed the depression and anger in his heart, dug out something from the storage box in front of the car seat, and threw it to Furukawa Kumisa.

Furukawa Kumisa took it and saw that it was indeed what he wanted.

With a cold face, he spoke out word by word: "Address."

Since Toru Amuro has given her the things, Furukawa Kumisa is also willing to keep his promise.

She reported her address generously, and when Toru Amuro took a look, it was a nightclub with a mixed bag of good and bad people.

——It is indeed a suitable place to start.

Moreover, this address matched the information he wanted Kazama to check. It was the place where the two underage suspects in the Tsumutsugawa female corpse case went most often.

Neither of them spoke during the first half of the drive.

Furukawa Kumisa kept his head down and concentrated on studying the medicine. Finally, she figured out how to use it. He shook the liquid in the bottle and pumped it into the two small syringes she had prepared.

Amuro caught a glimpse of her careless movements from the corner of his eye, frowned, and finally couldn't help but remind her: "Be careful with your hands and feet, and don't get yourself involved."

Furukawa Kumisa rolled his eyes: "I'm not a three-year-old child."

But this kind reminder finally eased the tense atmosphere between the two of them. After thinking about it for a while, Amuro Toru spoke.

"You can always reveal your goals now, right?" Halfway through, he added in a somewhat covert manner, "You know, although the organization's supervision in this regard is not strict, it does not advocate taking action in private - after all, if it is exposed

If you give your tail to the police, it will be troublesome to clean up later."

What he said was indeed reasonable and Furukawa Kumisa was not unreasonable: "Don't worry, I will handle this matter cleanly without leaving any trace."

When Toru Amuro heard what she said, he knew that she was determined to take action.

He thought for a while and asked: "So, how did the other party become enemies with you?"

Naturally, Furukawa Kumisa would not let him know that he wanted to take action to fight for the victims of the case. After all, this behavior was too decent.

She simply showed it off: "When does a member of a mafia organization need a reason to kill someone? When you recruited Kiichiro Numabuchi, did you ask him the reason for killing someone?"

Toru Amuro's fingertips tightened on the steering wheel - if she hadn't known the possible reason for her trip in advance, just hearing these words, she would have been a hopeless and crazy killer.

But she refused to tell her reasons. She was on guard against herself.

Realizing this, Toru Amuro had a headache.

——But why? As a member of the organization, she couldn't be afraid that he would report her out, right?

While they were thinking, the two of them had arrived at the target nightclub. Toru Amuro parked the car and walked out with Kumisa Furukawa.

Fortunately, since he went to pick up the goods today, he was not wearing any serious attire, so it matched hers.

He locked the car door and held his arm towards Furukawa Kumisa.

Furukawa Kumisa raised his eyebrows, "What?"

Toru Amuro also raised his eyebrows at her, and then smiled slightly: "Are we going to pretend to be two strangers and walk in?"

In normal social situations, even two men and women who have no actual romantic relationship will politely hold each other's arms when entering such a situation.

Furukawa Kumisa stared at the smile on Toru Amuro's face for a while - this man put on that gentle and humble mask again, and even the arc of the smile on his lips was just right.

But she felt inexplicably that she preferred to see him lose control when she was irritated.

...Of course, forget about the loss of control last night.

Furukawa Kumisa stepped forward and took Toru Amuro's arm, and the two of them walked into the store at just the right distance.

The control of this underground nightclub is not strict, and you do not need to show any proof of identity or age when entering - otherwise, minors like the target will not be allowed in.

This is exactly what she wants. After all, she can destroy the surveillance, but the memory of the security guard at the door is not under her control. If they see the ID and deepen their impression of her, it may not be a good thing.

Although it's not like she can't handle it.

There was a mixed crowd in the dim nightclub. It was two o'clock in the night, when the atmosphere was at its peak. The music on the stage was deafening, and the flashing lights made it difficult for customers in the store to distinguish between humans and animals ten meters away. Furukawa Kumisa was too lazy to find someone by himself.

"System, is the target person here?"

"The target person has not been detected yet, and those two people haven't come yet."

Since these two people haven't arrived yet, Furukawa Kumisa is not in a hurry to find someone on the dance floor.

This nightclub is indeed a place frequented by the two target people, but she can't guarantee whether they will come today or when they will come - to be honest, when she made this decision, she was prepared to stay there for a long time.

Already.

Seeing that she wasn't looking for anyone in the store, Amuro Toru pulled him to the bar and asked a little strangely: "Aren't you looking for someone?"

Furukawa Kumisa sat down at the bar: "No one has come yet."

Toru Amuro raised an eyebrow: "How do you know? You have been with me since you came in."

Furukawa Kumisa said vaguely: "I have my own way."

Toru Amuro remembered that she had been fiddling with her mobile phone on the way here. Maybe she had arranged for manpower at that time, or had she directly called up the store's surveillance?

If Furukawa Kumisa knew what Amuro Toru was thinking, she would definitely laugh out loud - no, she was just sending text messages to Akai Shuichi at that time, and agreed with him on a dinner time tomorrow.

After all, she let him go tonight.

Her text message received a reply almost immediately after it was sent. She casually asked, "Are you still up so late?", and then directly recorded two points of favorability into her account.

...In comparison, the black man sitting in the driver's seat next to her, who only makes things difficult for her, Akai Shuichi is really too pleasing to the eye.

——I was defeated by Shuichi Akai in a strange place, Mr. Amuro.

The bartender behind the bar walked up to them and asked, "What would you like to order?"

Before Furukawa Kumisa opened her mouth, Toru Amuro cut her off: "Give her a 6 moscato."

The drunken look of Furukawa Kumisa yesterday was still vivid in my mind, and Toru Amuro would never give her another strong drink like bourbon.

Furukawa Kumisa was a little unhappy when her words were cut off, even though she had not planned to drink too much alcohol to cause trouble.

She curled her lips and reciprocated: "Then give him a glass of 58... bourbon."

This was the first time Toru Amuro heard her call out his code name in such a situation - it was not a business-like call to him on a daily basis, nor was it a deliberate stabbing at him when she was angry.

The two-syllable wine name swirled on the tip of her tongue, and was pursed by her red lips. Even because of her inexplicable emotions, the last sound of the word was extended infinitely, creating an inexplicable lingering feeling.

His eyes paused for a moment on her lips as she called out his name, and then he looked away.

Amuro Toru picked up the lemonade on the table and took a sip: "If you are thinking of getting me drunk, you may be disappointed."

Being an undercover agent in this kind of organization, smoking and drinking are indispensable skills. He doesn't like it on weekdays, but it doesn't mean he doesn't know how to do it.
To be continued...