Time travel at the same time: Is the golden finger actually me?

On the bar seats.

Gin has been sitting here waiting for a long time.

His skin was almost as white as his hair, and most of his face was covered by a black top hat and bangs. Only his wolf-like gray-green pupils stared closely at the sherry in his hand.

"Ding dong!"

The bell on the door rang.

Gin heard the sound and turned to look at Vodka who came in. Rock was followed behind him.

The first thing Rock saw when he entered was Gin's weapon configuration.

Well, Beretta, so-so.

If it were a shotgun, the two of them could communicate as equals.

After all, if you are loaded with shotgun, then I can only use telekinesis.

Then Rock looked at the surrounding environment. Although the terrain was narrow, Rock could punch through a wall and come and go freely, so it was not a big problem.

Gin, who is known for being extremely face-blind and having a bad memory, stared at Rock carefully for a while.

The more he looked, the more confused he became.

The only information on moonshine was rum, and the gin I had just handed over.

The other person looked familiar, but his appearance was different from the information, but his smell couldn't be faked.

Gin, who has dealt with traitors for a long time, is very good at identifying whether the other party is one of his own.

Now his counterfeit radar is off.

So it's disguise?

Gin asked Rock with an indifferent expression: "Who are you?"

Vodka was confused. Isn't this man a bootlegger?

"Have a glass of gin." Rockley sat down on the chair near the door of the bar.

What follows is one of Rock's most honest episodes, as he unfailingly tells the truth: "I'm a cop now."

Gin raised his eyebrows.

Now a police officer? Meaning it wasn't before.

Or maybe he was warning others to pay attention to his current identity. He didn't want to reveal his current identity as a police officer, so he came here in disguise.

Thinking that only he and Rum had read the information, Gin stared at vodka again.

The other party doesn’t trust vodka?

snort!

No one needs to tell Vodka that he is stupid, Gin himself knows it very well, but Gin believes in Vodka's loyalty. Although Vodka often makes mistakes, the necessary tolerance must still be given.

"What did Miyano Akemi say in the Metropolitan Police Department?" Gin asked indifferently.

Gin did not lose his vigilance towards Rock. As he asked, his finger got closer to the gun on his body.

Rock noticed, but he didn't care: "Why should I tell you? I am a policeman now."

Gin's eyes narrowed slightly, with a trace of murderous intent in his eyes.

Does the other party want to leave the organization and go ashore?

Once you are a mole, you will always be a mole. It is not that easy to leave the organization.

If the matter between the two Miyano sisters hadn't been imminent now, Gin would have killed the rat in front of him with just these words.

"Vodka!" Gin's gray-green eyes looked at the stupid strong man on the side.

Vodka understood immediately and picked up a bag of money from behind the bar.

This is the method of buying private wine, coercion and inducement, or training from an early age and sending them to other organizations.

This time, the illegal liquor that was infiltrated into the police relied on inducement.

"I have 7 million yen here." Gin looked calm.

"not enough."

"How much do you want?"

"It depends on how many you have."

Gin was stunned, then immediately laughed in anger.

"Vodka!!" This time Gin's gray-green eyes were even more murderous.

Vodka was so frightened that his body became weak, but he still took out two more boxes of money from the hidden slot behind the bar: "We only have 60 million yen for this base."

"Bang!"

Before Vodka could pass the box over, Gin put his hand on the box. He sneered and said, "I can give you the money, but I want to hear the information first!"

"I can give you the information, but I need to get the money first."

"Do you want to die?" Gin's smile gradually faded. He was about to lose his patience with this moonshine.

Rock smiled softly: "It's you who wants information."

Gin said nothing more, just stared at Rock silently, and the bar fell into silence for an instant.

Vodka on the side suddenly seemed a little embarrassed. He quietly took out his gun, fearing that a gunfight would start if he disagreed.

"You are excellent." Gin regained his composure and said calmly.

"You are rich too."

Rock took out the box from Gin and began to count the bills one by one.

Adhering to the principle of a successful transaction, Rock said: "Miyano Akemi has applied for witness protection, and the FBI will send someone over."

When he heard the FBI, Gin immediately frowned.

He looked at Rock, who was counting the money, and felt a little relieved, sighing that the money was not in vain.

"Did you find out who will take over Miyano Akemi?"

"have."

Gin's gray-green eyes were filled with murderous intent: "Who is it?"

Gin is waiting for a name to appear.

But Roque did not respond directly to him. Instead, he passed all the money in his hand, and then said slowly: "This is another price."

Gin smiled. He didn't want to wait for the name of "Silver Bullet" to come out of the other party's mouth.

He wants to kill this greedy guy who raises prices first!

"What do you want so much money for?" Gin asked with a sneer, his hand heading directly towards the handle of the gun.

What's the use of asking for so much money?

What a stupid question.

But Rock still thought about it seriously, touched the roof of his mouth lightly with the tip of his tongue, and spit out a few words from his mouth: "I like to spend money."

The bar fell into silence.

Okay, okay, a splurge, right?

This was the first time that Gin was so angry, "Vodka!!!"

Vodka had been prepared for a long time and immediately pointed the gun he had drawn at Rock!

But he hasn’t yet pulled the trigger.

"Ding dong!"

Just as the three of them started to take action, the door of the bar was opened again, and the bell on the door rang.

"Sorry, someone called the police on the way here and asked me to take the thief lying on the ground back to the police station. This is also to avoid exposing my identity. I hope you can forgive me - eh?"

Tsubasa Yuya was stunned when he saw the situation in the bar.

That silver-haired man should be his future boss Gin.

The person sitting opposite him counting money is——

Isn’t this Rock, the labor star of our Metropolitan Police Department and Miwako Sato’s lifelong enemy?

I didn’t expect that you, a thick-browed man with big eyes, would betray the Metropolitan Police!

The arrival of Yuya Tsuboda immediately broke the atmosphere in the bar. Rock took one look at him and probably knew what was going on.

When Gin saw the appearance that was exactly the same as the one in the information, he immediately understood everything.

He was no longer as at ease as before, but immediately took out the Beretta from his arms and pointed it at Rock.

"who are you?"

Rock also quickly put all the money in the box. He checked it just now and found that there was no bomb in the box.

I don’t know if the vodka man got it by mistake, or if Gin, the bomb maniac, had a kind heart.

But Rock thought it was more likely that he was afraid that he would accidentally detonate it on the spot and send the three of them to heaven together.

"I told you earlier, I'm a police officer."