Chapter 33 Who can command my seal?

Chapter 33 Who can command my seal?

Yuya was wrapped in a long coat with the collar turned up high to cover most of his face. He walked in the dark alley with his head lowered.

He is going to the underground market in Tokyo today.

No matter how beautiful a city is, it can never avoid some dark sides, such as the simplest and most tempting: pornography, gambling, and drugs! (Stay away from these three!!!)

And the black market also came into being.

Here, whether it's weapons, poisons, intelligence or anything else, as long as you have money, you can buy almost anything you can imagine.

Youya arrived at the entrance of a hotel, raised his head to look at the door sign, revealing half of his face covered by a mask.

I walked into the hotel, turned left and right, and came to an old elevator that seemed to be out of use. I pressed the call panel on the wall according to a certain rhythm, and then waited quietly for the elevator to come up.

The elevator door opened, and the inside looked just as shabby as the outside.

Youya walked into the elevator and pressed the buttons on the control panel again in a certain rhythm. Soon, with a "ding" sound, the elevator door closed and slowly descended.

When the elevator door opened again, what came into view was a scene of bright lights and feasting. Many scantily clad waitresses were moving among the crowd, carrying plates in their hands.

Yuya's outfit didn't attract anyone's attention. Almost everyone who came here would hide their identity, and there were many people dressed the same way.

Walking among the crowd, there were gambling tables on both sides, with a large number of chips on the tables, accompanied by wailing and cheers one after another.

It seems that the rooftop will welcome new guests tonight.

Yuya walked to the bar and sat down naturally.

"Come on, what would you like to drink?" The bartender at the bar seemed to know Youye and walked over to him familiarly.

"Same old." A sound like metal scratching on a mirror came out of Youya's mouth, a little harsh.

The bartender poured the wine and said with a smile: "Can't you change your voice? It hurts my ears."

Yuya gave him a cold look, and said in a voice without any emotion: "You talk too much nonsense."

The bartender didn't care about Yuya's attitude at all. No one who came here was a good person: "Okay, your Fino."

He took the wine glass and took a sip. The clear liquid flowed into his throat and he savored the fresh and refreshing taste.

"Why do you like this wine? I feel..." The bartender looked Yuya up and down, "It doesn't suit your style."

Fino is the lightest and clearest dry sherry, and its aroma is also the freshest and most elegant. It is indeed not in line with Yuya's current dark and cold look.

Yuya glanced at him, his cold eyes shooting out from the eye holes of his mask: "I told you, you talk too much nonsense."

The bartender shrugged his shoulders and picked up a cloth to wipe the counter.

Yuya finished his drink slowly, took out a half-torn photo from his pocket and pushed it in front of the bartender: "I want this person's whereabouts for the next week. It doesn't matter if it's not detailed, as long as I can make sure whether he will appear in Japan."

The bartender picked up the photo and took a look at it, and couldn't help but hissed: "This look, it looks unusual, I'm afraid the price is not cheap."

Yuya tapped the table lightly with his fingers: "Money is not a problem, but there must be no mistakes in the information."

"That's no problem." The bartender smiled and turned the photo over. On it was an email address. Judging from the suffix, it seemed to be a highly confidential system abroad. "Is there any information you can provide, such as a name?"

"have···"

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After leaving the hotel, Yuya was about to turn into the alley when he saw a black Porsche 365A parked on the street out of the corner of his eye.

This type of car has long been discontinued and has become a vintage car. There are not many of them even in the whole of Japan, and there is only one person who would drive it around.

——The Black Organization, the brewery’s top hard worker, an undercover killer, nicknamed the only real liquor by the audience... Gin!

Yuya's eyes flickered. He didn't expect to meet Gin here. Is he here for the black market as well?

Youya hid in the corner and looked out, but there was no one in the car.

After searching around, Youye spotted a man dressed in black across the road.

He was tall, wearing a black hat, with long blond hair flowing behind him. It was undoubtedly Gin Honshu.

Gin was standing in front of a convenience store with a cigarette in his mouth. Anaconda's eyes scanned the pedestrians, and many passers-by were frightened and all tried their best to walk on the outside.

At the cashier counter inside, you can see the burly Vodka checking out.

So, these two people also buy things normally? You was a little surprised.

After Vodka paid the bill, he looked at Gin, and the two crossed the road together.

Just as he was about to get in the car, Gin suddenly looked towards where Yuya was, and his eyes slowly turned cold.

"It looks like there's a rat hiding in the dark." Gin said coldly.

"Brother?" Vodka looked at Gin.

Gin narrowed his eyes, closed the car door and walked towards the alley first.

Youya frowned, slowly backed away, and then started running.

He doesn't really want to confront Gin right now, as it might cause some unnecessary trouble.

Of course, if the other party pushed him too hard, he wouldn't mind trying it to see what the only real wine in the winery tasted like.

Three people, one in front and two behind, chased each other in the alley.

Soon, they arrived at an empty warehouse.

Yuya couldn't help but complain, where on earth do so many unmanned warehouses and abandoned factories come from in a place like Tokyo where every inch of land is valuable?

"It looks like you, a rat, have no way to escape." Gin sneered and took out his favorite Beretta M92F from his arms.

Vodka also sneered and took out his gun.

"Gin, being persistent is not your style." Yuya's voice was like metal scratching on glass.

Gin pointed the gun directly at the place where the sound came from, but unfortunately there was no light there and he could not see anything.

He couldn't help but narrow his eyes. This person knew him? He even knew his code name? Was this voice changed by a voice changer?

The organization? No.

He knew everyone with code names in the organization, and it was impossible for the peripheral members to have the ability to escape from his hands - this person obviously lured him here.

"Who are you? Why are you following us secretly?" As Gin's number one subordinate, Vodka took the initiative to question on behalf of his eldest brother.

Yuya moved nimbly and changed his position silently: "I just happened to be passing by."

Gin's gun immediately pointed at the position Yuya had just changed, "You sneaky rat, do you think I would believe you?"

Vodka immediately pointed out the new location to his boss.

Yuya frowned slightly as he looked at the gun that was pointed accurately in his direction. Gin was indeed the big boss in Conan. His ability to locate the target by sound alone was not something that ordinary people could do.

Yuya sneered, stopped talking nonsense, took out an M1911 and fired two shots.

When Gin heard the sneer, he sensed a murderous aura. He kicked Vodka away without hesitation, then used the force to roll over and hide behind the container.

"Bang! Bang!" Two gunshots were heard, and of course they missed.

Yuya naturally knew that Gin was not so easy to deal with, so he stepped back and hid behind the warehouse wall.

Gin was a little confused.

I just got off the car to buy a cigarette, and then I found a rat secretly peeping at me, so I chased it out of habit, but I didn't expect the other party to be so decisive and started shooting after just saying a few words?

Even if it was him, he would only take action after having a good "conversation" with the other party, okay?

And until now he had not seen the man's face, he only heard the sound like metal scratching on a mirror.

Gin looked up and saw the shadow behind the warehouse wall with the help of the moonlight. He raised his hand and shot at that location.

Of course it was impossible to hit the target. The bullet hit the metal wall and bounced off, creating a spark that flew away and no one knew where.

You also fired two shots in return, but of course he missed.

The scene was temporarily deadlocked, and there was no extra sound around.

Gin winked at Vodka.

Vodka understood and bent down to try to go around from the side, but unexpectedly, with a "bang", a bullet flew over his head and almost hit him in the head.

Vodka was startled and quickly fell to the ground.

"Gin, it seems that your little brother is not that good? I suggest you change him." Yuya's sarcastic voice sounded.

Looking at his younger brother's stupid look, Gin couldn't help but make a tic-tac-toe shape on his forehead.

But he had no idea of ​​changing to another one. After all, although Vodka was a little stupid, it was loyal and obedient enough and easy to use.

Gin was a little irritated.

Although this is an unmanned warehouse, it is not too far from the street. If someone hears the gunshots, they will definitely call the police. We can't delay this.

"No, no!"

Just as he was thinking this, the sound of sirens came from afar, and from the direction they were moving, it was obvious that they were coming this way.

Gin wouldn't think that a police car happened to pass by.

Gin cursed inwardly, when did the Japanese police become so efficient?

Gin didn't want to continue the stalemate, so he dodged the two shots by sliding out of the cover and rolling over. However, Yuya was very skilled in using guns, and although he didn't hit anyone, the gun in Gin's hand was still knocked away.

Gin leaned against the container, looking at the hole on the front of his hat, then turned to look at the gun not far away, and listened to the sirens getting closer and closer. He was annoyed: "I'll let you go this time, but don't let me run into you next time."

Yuya sneered: "Let me go? I should let you go, Gin."

"Is this the level of your Black Organization?"

Gin's heart trembled. He knew his code name and the existence of the organization: "FBI?"

You was also stunned. Why did Gin think he was an FBI agent?

"How can the FBI, a mere FBI, be qualified to order me, the Navy SEALs around?" Youya sneered.

Not from the FBI? Gin's eyes flickered. Seal, could it be those people?

However, he no longer had time to think, he had to leave immediately, otherwise confronting the police would cause considerable trouble for the organization.

The man just fired 7 rounds. From the sound of the gunshot, it was an M1911, which has a capacity of 7 rounds. In other words, there was only 1 bullet left in his gun at most.

Gin observed for a while and found a route that happened to be in Yuya's blind spot. He made a gesture to Vodka and ran away.

"boom!"

Another gunshot was heard, and the bullet flew through the air and pierced Gin's left arm.

The intense pain made Gin groan, but he knew that the other party had run out of bullets and there was no way to stop him from leaving.

Yuya watched the two people leave quickly, with a slight smile on his face.

He could actually just leave Gin here. There were as many pistols, rifles, and even some high-powered firearms as he wanted in the system space.

But it's not necessary.

For the next plan, Gin is an important witness.

Moreover, he deliberately made up a code name of a seal. I wonder if Gin will go and say hello to those people in the zoo?