Strange Subordinates Were About to Increase

Jiang Xia's voice came from the back seat, carrying a faint, barely perceptible note of pride:

"The one next to the money is the 'weapon' I mentioned last time—the one I wanted to show you. What do you think? Not bad, right?"

Gin fell silent for a moment and lowered the Binoculars. Staring at the figure beyond the french window, he slowly wiped down the Gun Body. "Did you tell him we were here?"

"No. I originally wanted to take you to look from the street, but Vodka drove the car onto the bridge." Though Jiang Xia had no Binoculars and had not met Matsuda Jinpei's gaze in the distant café, he had still noticed the black-clad man turning his head.

Thinking that this Fake Uzo would usually be himself from now on, Jiang Xia restrained himself as he offered a few words of praise. "He used to be on the battlefield, so he's more vigilant. But I didn't expect him to notice someone watching him from so far away—he's even more useful than I expected."

As he spoke, he turned to Gin. "You previously told me to keep my identity hidden and not let anyone realize that 'Jiang Xia is Uzo.' I thought that was a very good suggestion, so I found this Double.

"In the future, whenever Uzo needs to cooperate with teammates, you can let him handle it. That way, even if someone leaks information, they can only trace it as far as him—look, dressed in black from head to toe, he fits our organization's ideals perfectly, doesn't he?"

Vodka: "..." Who told you the organization's ideals were black...? Still, now that he mentioned it, the person in the café did indeed look very much like a member of the organization at first glance. Had Uzo deliberately