At Izu Seaside Hotel, in a double suite.
Gin and Vodka had just returned to their hotel suite after finishing a day of reconnaissance.
Their purpose in coming to Izu this time was not to carry out an organization mission, but to get another porsche 356a for Gin.
Ever since Gin's porsche 356a was scrapped last time, he couldn't get used to driving other cars, his butt felt itchy, and he absolutely had to get another porsche 356a.
However, unlike ordinary luxury cars, the porsche 356a, is an antique car that had been out of production for many years, and few remained in existence, there weren't many in all of Japan.
Through the organization's intelligence network, they finally found a relatively easy target—
Park In-yeong, a playboy from a Korean chaebol.
This Mr. Park was currently vacationing here with his porsche 356a.
Gin and Vodka also checked into this seaside hotel as ordinary tourists, planning to act when the opportunity arose.
After a day of reconnaissance, they had already confirmed Mr. Park's room number, the location of his exclusive garage, his bodyguard configuration, and his personal routine.
They just needed to wait for the right moment to steal the car without leaving a trace.
Lighting a cigarette, Gin habitually walked to the balcony.
Immediately, he realized something was wrong.
The black underwear he had washed and hung to dry in a ventilated spot on the balcony before going out that morning was gone!
His gaze swept over the empty clothesline on the balcony, Gin's brows furrowed, and a low pressure emanated from him.
"Vodka."
Gin's tone was a bit heavier.
"Yes, Aniki!" Vodka shivered, quickly responded, and looked over.
"My underwear is gone, do you have any idea?" Gin slowly turned around, his gaze serious.
"Huh?"
Vodka froze, a look of surprise on his face.
"G-gone? Aniki, are you talking about... the one you changed out of and hung on the balcony?"
He subconsciously glanced at the balcony, besides the hotel's standard white towels, it was indeed empty.
In that case, his own underwear, which he had hung on the balcony, was also gone.
Before Vodka could even state his own victim status.
"Otherwise?"
Gin interrupted him, reasonably suspecting. "Did you put it away by mistake?"
Vodka shook his head like a rattle drum, the flesh on his face trembling: "Impossible! Absolutely impossible!"
"Aniki, you know me,"
Vodka hastily defended himself, his tone even carrying a hint of grievance,
"My underwear is all pink! It's completely different from your black one, how could I possibly take it by mistake. And the underwear I hung on the balcony is also gone!"
To add persuasiveness, he subconsciously touched his waistband, pulling out a section of pink underwear.
Gin. "..."
Indeed, staying in the same suite as Vodka was a mistake.
"Open your suitcase."
Gin decided to verify it himself, his voice cold.
"Huh? A-Aniki?"
Vodka's face instantly fell, his eyes darting around, looking quite unwilling.
"This... isn't this too much? I also have personal privacy."
He fidgeted, reluctant to open his suitcase.
This only deepened Gin's suspicion.
Recently, there had been some rumors about Vodka circulating within the organization, which he initially didn't believe, but seeing Vodka's current behavior, he was becoming unsure.
"Open it." Gin took a step closer, his tone leaving no room for doubt.
"Yes... Aniki."
Vodka, with a mournful face, resignedly walked to his black suitcase and slowly began to enter the password.
Finally, he slowly opened his suitcase.
Gin looked up.
The sight inside the suitcase left even him, a well-traveled man, in a brief silence.
Besides a stack of relatively neatly folded clothes and tools, the things that occupied most of the suitcase were, in his opinion, an eyesore.
First to catch his eye were several DVD covers featuring Okino Yoko and Astra Yao concerts.
That was one thing, but what was even more exaggerated was this.
Below them were several thick idol photobooks and an exaggeratedly shaped light stick with pink LED lights.
Gin felt his eyes ache from looking, forcing himself to shift his attention to Vodka's clothing.
Black outerwear, well, no problem there.
Pink girly underwear, also tolerable, Vodka was already a bit unconventional, so this was normal.
But why did one of them even have lace trim?!
Vodka also noticed this, his face instantly turning a liver-like purple, and he frantically tried to cover it with the clothes on top.
He explained in a panic. "A...Aniki, you know me, these are all art! Yoko-san, it is said, likes this type, y-you listen to my explanation..."
"No need to explain, Vodka."
Gin's mouth twitched, and he quickly averted his gaze.
"It seems it wasn't you."
His gaze returned to the empty balcony, carefully examining the traces on site.
Soon, he discovered footprints that did not belong to him or Vodka.
Someone had entered while he and Vodka were out on reconnaissance!
Who could it be?!
Could it be that group of FBI agents followed them again?
Or Could it be that guy, Akai Shuichi?