MTL - The Red Side is Always Blocking My Dog ​​leash-Chapter 60

speakeasy…

This inconspicuous little shop on the streets of Tokyo is the best choice for people from all walks of life to connect illegally. There is not even any indicative sign outside this bar, and everyone who can come in is a bit of a doorman.

Even if it is a social animal with his head bowed and seemingly submissive, if he dares to provoke him, he may have an extra hole in his head in the next second.

People who are nosy in their own business have explained a truth with blood, and the people sitting inside now are all guys who are aware of current affairs.

Therefore, when a boy who is only seventeen or eighteen years old pushes the door and enters, no matter how he looks like a serious student who has entered by mistake, at most they just glance at it without a trace, and then they do what to do indifferently.

The uncomplicated layout of the store was instantly remembered in his mind. The boy put one hand in the pocket of the windbreaker and walked straight to the bar.

The bartender who was concentrating on wiping the rim of the glass stopped his work and looked at the guest, who was obviously under drinking age, "What do you want?"

"It's winter in the North." Jun A does as the locals do. Although he will never drink, this is a bar after all.

He raised his eyes to look at the handsome young bartender, who had a pair of distinctive cat-eyes that were raised upwards, hidden behind by square black-rimmed glasses, and the stubble on his chin made him look a little more mature and stable.

He paused and asked, "Is this a part-time job?"

The meeting place that was just decided yesterday, I am working as a bartender here today, and the speed is somewhat fast.

Scotland took out bourbon, milk and honey from behind him, put ice cubes into the shaker, and replied, "I applied for the last job, and I didn't wait for a successor, so I stayed for a few more days, just by chance."

While speaking, the other party had already shaken it evenly. The milky white liquid was poured into the classical cup, and nutmeg powder was sprinkled in the middle. A cup of Beiguo winter was placed in front of Mr. A.

He looked down at the northern winter when this glass of harmless human and animal like milk could actually put him down in a single sip, feeling a little subtle.

Speaking of which, Amuro had also used a bartender in his career in the United States. Although the code name is wine, everyone doesn't have to be a bartender, right? Or is this just the basics?

Is it possible that Ley could do this too?

Jun A tried to put that face on the bartender's suit, and was silent for a while.

He's handsome... he's handsome, but I always feel that the wine will be poisonous.

With a concealed low cough, he glanced at the time on his phone, five minutes before the appointment.

As he bowed his head, Scotland was watching blindly from the corner of his eye.

It has been more than half a year since the last meeting, and the impression of Mr. A still remains in Scotland at that time, and it is inevitable to be surprised by the changes in the youth.

And Bourbon and Scotland did not forget Amuro's strange attitude towards Mr. A last year. But he has been busy working hard for promotion since then, and he has to find an opportunity to pass information to the contact person. Mr. A, who has never appeared again, is naturally forgotten in his mind. When contacting his friends, the other party never mentioned that young man again. , Scotland actually once thought people were dead.

Unexpectedly, Montes and A will be equated one day.

Rum's Favorite...?

Bourbon will become a red man under Rum. Does it have anything to do with Montes?

After thinking about it, the last person also arrived.

Ley sat on the right of Jun A, "A cup of Manhattan, 4:1."

Bartender Scot dutifully went to the wine cabinet to get rye whisky and absinthe, quickly whipped up an amber Manhattan at Rye's request, sank in red cherries and pushed them in front of him.

The surrounding noisy voices were mixed with music, and after a brief silence among the three, Mr. A was the first to speak.

"My goal is to attend the birthday party of the heir to the Akashi Consortium this weekend. How about choosing this opportunity to do it?"

Miyazawa Fumio obviously also knows that his style of behavior is not very popular with other politicians. He has made many enemies over the years. He can live in peace until now. First, his relationship is strong enough, and there are people in the military. Second, it is also thanks to him. Be careful.

This 500-year-old man has an extremely sensitive sense of smell for danger and is very decisive in his choices, so it is usually difficult to find a decent opportunity.

The two had no opinion on this, Scotland said: "Since it is the Akashi consortium, the people who can participate in the banquet must be high-class people. With their prudence, even the service personnel have to go through layers of screening before they can take office. We may not meet the requirements. condition."

"There's no need to worry about this. Someone will take us in. You just need to be careful not to reveal anything."

A Jundao said, "Ley chooses a location nearby to set up a gun, and keep an eye on the exit. If the operation with Scotland fails, you will take the opportunity to do it."

When he shared the information that Amuro had handed over to him, he inevitably sighed the efficiency of the latter again. In less than a day, even the participants of the banquet were checked seven to eighty-eight, and the security configuration and monitoring scope were even more serious. Needless to say, with these in hand, as long as there is no accident, Miyazawa Fumio will definitely die silently.

Scotland furrowed his brows without a trace, and Mr. A could even guess what the other party was thinking. It was nothing more than the fear of organizing his hands to stretch out so long. Obviously, Amuro Toru did not disclose his and Mr. A's plans to the other party. I don't know why, but it's a good thing anyway.

After the plan was passed unanimously, Jun A and Ley left one after another. There were two wine glasses, one empty and one full, side by side on the bar. Scottish raised his brows, and picked up the glass of Northland Winter, which seemed to have not changed at all.

It is true that he did not move a mouthful, and he was still a little confident in his bartending ability. Although it's not top notch, it's not that bad. If the other party is not afraid of him being poisoned, then there are other reasons—

It shouldn't be because of age...isn't it?

Amuro Toru is not here today, so Mr. A is not in a hurry to go home. He plans to settle dinner at the convenience store and stop by the next street to buy the new Man Tiantian works that are on sale.

The mobile phone in his pocket vibrated, he took it out and looked at it, his eyes were dull for a moment—

Brother Tou: Mr. Principal and I made an appointment to take you to familiarize yourself with the campus tomorrow afternoon, and you will officially enter the school the day after tomorrow. Go to bed early tonight, and the game is enough—

Mr. A?

Mr. A!

Is this reasonable?

This weekend, he is going to the Dark Shark Japanese Congressman!

Mr. A was wicked and timid, changed Amuroto's remarks to His Highness Ji, the number one public security officer in the world, and then opened the chat box, and his mood was much calmer.

The reply message is half typed.

His Royal Highness, the No. 1 Public Security Officer in the world: The heir of the Atobe Foundation is studying at that school, and he will also attend the weekend banquet. Remember not to touch too much, it will be troublesome if you are recognized.

Mr. A: ...Pfft!

In front of the shelf of the convenience store, the boy covered his stomach and laughed silently for a long time. He finally adjusted his mentality in time before being discovered by the clerk, wiped the tears from the corner of his eyes, and shook his fingers to change the remarks back.

If it wasn't for the fear of being discovered by Amuro, he would have kept this note until his death!

Help, how can it be so funny!

Uncontrollable images of the same people appeared in Mr. A's mind. Now that it doesn't matter whether he goes to school or not, he's just afraid that the next time he sees Toru Amuro, he can't help but burst into laughter.

In the high school department of Bingdi Academy, after Mr. A has filled out the necessary information, it is just after class time. The future head teacher intends to briefly introduce him to the campus.

It is not uncommon for people like him to transfer in through money and connections. The school does not have many requirements for these people, and even recommends admission to the Ice Emperor University.

Therefore, the students here are very polarized. Those who are not good are really not good, and those who are powerful are really powerful. It is not only the aristocratic children who received elite education since childhood, but also the outstanding talents recruited from various places.

After all, he is the Ice Emperor, and Jun A listened to the introduction of the head teacher with a pilgrimage mood, "According to the general practice, the school will organize students to go on vacation in May. Unfortunately, this year's is over, but soon the school ball competition will be held. It's about to start, especially tennis, baseball and volleyball, go watch it when you have time, you won't be disappointed."

"Hmm, um..." Mr. A nodded, and suddenly there was a burst of exclamations around him. He looked in the direction that everyone pointed to, and saw a handsome and flexible figure jumping out of the window on the fourth floor, black pieces raised, dark brown uniforms. The hem of the garment flutters, drawing a graceful arc.

Amidst all the screams, the boy gracefully opened an umbrella in mid-air. The transparent umbrella surface firmly acted as a parachute, leading him to the ground leisurely.

Jun A stared at him neatly closing the umbrella, pushed his glasses lightly, and the teardrops at the corner of his eyes gleamed, "I'm sorry, the time is urgent, I have to make this last resort."

The figure disappeared into the lush green trees in an instant.

The head teacher was also taken aback by his posture. In the midst of everyone's comments, she coughed lightly and said euphemistically, "That's a special recruit Sakamoto, his style... is quite unusual."

A-jun's expression is blank.

Is that more unusual?

That's a two-dimensional force king, but shouldn't he be in a county high school?

Does your school know what you're recruiting for?

He had a bad premonition and asked tentatively, "Teacher Takeuchi, is that Sakamoto classmate a senior in high school?"

"Yes, although Sakamoto has only been transferred to Ice Emperor for a month, it is very popular. The atmosphere in the class has also been completely refreshed. Fujita-kun will also like it."

Jun A took a deep breath: "Am I in the same class as him?"

The head teacher nodded: "Although he sometimes acts unexpectedly, he is indeed a kind and reliable child. Don't worry about Fujita-kun."

"Uh..." He wasn't worried, he just had a hunch that the school life in the future would be absolutely wonderful.

While talking, that Sakamoto classmate had already left and returned. Everyone was in a hurry to go back to the classroom, but he was the only one who walked fast without showing any rush, and even had a faint waltz-like elegance that was almost inspiring. The illusion of being at a banquet.

The head teacher held his heart in both hands: "Sakamoto-san is really a very attractive person."

Mr. A: "Ah, um... Indeed..."

Head teacher: "I forgot to finish before. In May, the school will also hold mid-term exams. The time is tentatively scheduled for next Monday, and the ball game will be held in a week."

Mr. A?

"I have other business next week, so I shouldn't be able to participate."

At the weekend he wants the Dark Shark MP to backstab Scotland if the operation fails by accident.

Although Amuro Toru's plan will not involve him for the time being, it doesn't mean that he has to take the mid-term exam between the failure to kill and the failure to prepare for the murder, right?

These two are not the same style at all, right?

Toru Amuro, this guy let him come to school at this juncture with the intention of dragging him and diverting his attention, so as to secretly conspire with Scotland to save Chen Cang, to base their happiness on his pain, the beauty of thinking !

Mr. A (blackened): Bah!