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181-183: Extra 6 • Addiction (23-25)

181-183: Extra 6 • Addiction (23-25)

☆ 181. Extra 6·Addiction (Twenty-three)

Extra 6: Addiction (Twenty-three)

"Wow." Gojo Satoru looked at the mini yellow car on the side of the road in admiration, "Is this your new collection?"

Kasuga Haruka pressed her forehead and took out her mobile phone. He made a phone call:

"There are so many supercars in my garage that can cross 100 in three seconds. Why... did you just give me a car like this?"

As a top mercenary, Kasuga collects all kinds of sports cars. This is the result of the combination of Haruka's professional needs and hobbies.

Hashimoto Ryoko seemed to have just woken up from her hangover. She yawned and said lazily:

"Didn't you say that? A two-person, smaller sports car... doesn't it meet your description of needs?"

"Please take a look again. Is the car in front of me a sports car?" The corners of Kasuga Haruka's mouth twitched slightly. She was not someone who would be too harsh on her companions and subordinates, but she was really speechless at this moment.

Bright yellow Volkswagen Beetle, 1968 model, two-door and two-seater design. Although the engine and various parts are carefully maintained every year, it is already an antique that is fifty years old.

And the biggest problem is that the maximum output power of its engine is only 45 horsepower, so the top speed on the dial is only a mere 90km/h. It may have been a popular family car fifty years ago, but in the eyes of a fast driver like her, It's probably the level of an eighty-year-old grandfather walking on the sidewalk with a cane.

"What does it matter?" Gojo Satoru said from the side, with a clear voice and a little smile in the warm sunshine of late autumn in Tokyo. "I don't mind if the journey with Haruka is a little longer."

He was wearing a casual camel-colored windbreaker, shirt and thick wool vest today, a rare casual look, with golden light covering his silver forehead and eyelashes. Showing a glacier-like clarity.

Regardless of whether he is eighteen or twenty-eight years old, this man's face is really eye-catching. Even if he is just standing on the roadside like this, there are already little girls passing by who are confused by his appearance and keep paying attention in his direction. I probably thought he was a celebrity doing street photography.

"You are the sponsor, and you have your say." Haruhi opened the car door, and the pigeon-blood red pendant beside her ear swayed in the morning breeze, "But you have to agree...overtime work beyond the scheduled time range will be counted as double pay. If If you get beaten, you have to pay more."

This is not just a joke. After enough intense physical exercise and a long enough rest, Kasuga Haruka's mental and physical state recovered quite well. She grabbed the clothes she had prepared from the bed and put them on her body one by one, whether it was close-fitting or not. Both the clothes and the coat fit her figure perfectly, and she didn't have any questions about "Why does this guy know her size?" I think Gojo Satoru had checked her relevant information before, and the specific body data will also be recorded in in the data.

But the man who never played his cards according to common sense hugged her waist from behind, put his chin on her shoulder, and said with great interest,