Curaçao stared at this reply with a bad mouth and thought for a long time, but he still couldn't understand the brain circuit of his superiors. He could only have the murderous intent in his heart that became stronger and stronger.

After a while, she slowly grinded her teeth: "Yes, Rum only cares whether I can pull Uzzo under his command. As for the sacrifices and risks in the process, he doesn't care at all. Even if he understands what I'm talking about, he will only fool him like he opens his eyes and opens his eyes and is like this..."

Silently remembered a note to his boss, Curacao took a deep breath and buried his head in packing his luggage.

Anger cannot solve the problem. In the physical sense, the most important thing is to pull a long distance. She must leave this place with Uzzo immediately and do her next task - I just hope that this time, that unethical old thing will not try to get Uzzo together with her again.

Soon, before the others got up, Curacao dragged his suitcase, threw away all possible tails, and came to the airport.

Not long after, she boarded the plane to Okinawa.

"In the past, I always thought that Kyushu and Hokkaido were too far away and the climate was difficult to adapt to, so I didn't want to go there. But now..."

Now on a business trip, her mood is completely opposite to before - not to mention the only ends of the north and south, even the north and south poles, she is willing to go there.

After continuing to be alert for a while, when the plane set off smoothly, Curacao breathed a sigh of relief. She leaned back against the comfortable back of the chair, stretched her waist, hung on her headphones and sounded the song.

...

Izu.

There was another person who got up no later than Curacao.

Last night, Vodka took a short break to make sure he was not trapped and affected his condition. He immediately got up again and sent a message to Gin with trepidation.

In the email, he used huge space, slightly exaggerated words, and immersive perspectives to focus on his thrilling experience not long ago.

Gin received the email: "…"

Although vodka is generally much smarter than before, there are some places that have not changed - such as this email.

It seems tactful, but it is so straightforward that people can see through what he wants to express at a glance.

"Vodka wants to say that the trap he stepped on last night was actually Uzzo's prediction of me?"

...If you think about it carefully, it is indeed the case.

"I asked him to go on a business trip to stare at Uzzo, and I sent a task temporarily after I learned about Uzzo's movements.

"Vodka will definitely not tell Udza about this, so there will be only two situations - either the idiot showed off his stunt when he was stalking, or Udza guessed that after he signed up for a business trip, I would send vodka to stare at him, so I set this trap in advance."

My thoughts were guessed and I started playing with them... This made Gin a little bit angry.

But if you think about it from another perspective, it is actually not difficult to speculate at this level: Uzzo has been out at a high frequency recently, so he will definitely be more attentive, and if someone is sent to keep an eye on it, vodka is undoubtedly the best candidate...

If Uzzo could not even guess this, then this young cadre would not be qualified to have the freedom to run around.

"Speaking of this, Curacao was next to Uzzo last night. She could immediately guess that the person the Tiaozi was looking for was vodka, and even send a message to vodka... This was more or less Uzzo's acquiescence, even his guidance."

Sure enough, as before, while causing trouble, Uzzo left a little bit of a sense of justice - otherwise, with his means, if he really wanted to deal with the voyeur seriously, Vodka would probably not be able to come and complain like he is now.

Thinking about the secrets of the organization, Vodka has accumulated a little experience in counter-reconnaissance, and Gin’s slight anger just now disappeared silently.

There were still many tasks to deal with, so Gin didn't worry about this little thing anymore. He skipped the long comments sent by vodka and replied briefly:

[Continue to stare.]

...

far away.

I looked at my phone in two seconds with anticipation, and finally received a reply. I immediately clicked on the vodka that I checked with the email: "..."

“???”

He stared at the words that could be scanned at a glance, flipped over and down without giving up, and even selected the interface to try to see if there was any hidden information hidden in this email that was not clearly written...

However, obviously, there is no.

Regarding his long-term accusation, Gin's reply was actually only these few words - it was like the thrilling pursuit and escape last night, which did not happen at all.

"Brother didn't even scold Uzo?"

"... Could it be that I just trembled my hands and accidentally deleted the evil things that Uzzo did before sending them?"

With a hint of luck, Vodka reviewed the email he sent again.

Then soon, he found in despair that there was no such thing as - he did send the complaint, but the bloody and tears of accusation did not resonate with Brother Gin.

"how so……"

"Brother, he really already..."

Vodka's legs became weak and he fell back to the bed.

...

Although a diligent cadre was so sad that he wanted to resign on the spot. In the end, he persuaded himself by relying on "Brother, maybe he was too busy and had no time to see what I said. He had to write an email next time, and he still had to be more concise." He continued to devote himself to the annoying work.

"Since Brother Gin said that, I can only stare at it. Otherwise, if I dare to be lazy, that boy Uzzo would probably make a big fuss with this."

"But there are skills in stalking. It is impossible to get me closer!"

After thinking about it, it is true that remote surveillance equipment is the most reliable.

Of course, the terrible experience of last night cannot be considered as nothing happened. So Vodka learned from his mistakes, and after several trips in the virtual world, he physically set up a transfer station in reality, and then hid far away to another stronghold and secretly observed it.

...

The two early cadres were busy for a long time, and then it was the leisurely time for ordinary people to get up.

Izu Seaside.

Maori Kogoro took advantage of the alcohol and slept sweetly.

When the day was about to come, he got up and went downstairs to have a meal.

As soon as I entered the restaurant, I saw Jiang Xia and several lawyers sitting around a dining table. The breakfast was over, and they were drinking coffee, beer and various other drinks, as if chatting.

Thinking of what happened last night, I looked at Eiri at the table again. Kogoro Mori stretched and walked over happily: "Where is Miss Riko? - I was drunk before I could say a few words yesterday. I must drink a few more drinks today to apologize!"

As soon as I finished speaking, I saw a string of strange gazes.
Chapter completed!