Furukawa Kumisa finally decided to change his clothes.

She put on a human | leather | mask | and raised her high heels a little higher. She added two invisible shoulder pads on her shoulders. The whole person looked taller and stronger than her original figure.

Gin did not stop her, but frowned: "Trouble."

Furukawa Kumisa thought while putting on makeup: It's really troublesome.

But it is necessary. After all, her current body should be in Tokyo.

Although it wouldn't be a big deal if someone discovered him, after all, Gin's whereabouts are probably only known to the top management of the organization and cannot be reported to the FBI or the police.

But in view of the big things she is going to do in the future, the fewer people know she is there, the better.

After saying this, she glanced at Gin behind her in the mirror: "By the way, are you the only one who knows about me coming here?"

She had previously rejected Gin's suggestion to "find someone to help book tickets", and Gin came to pick her up at the airport in person. It seemed that no one except him knew she was here so far.

...It’s not a big problem even if someone knows about it.

Gin's hand that was about to light a second cigarette paused slightly, and he looked back at her in the mirror: "What?"

Furukawa Kumisa was applying lipstick in front of the mirror. After hearing the words, he lightly pursed his lips and gave Gin a subtle air kiss in the mirror.

"It's nothing, I just want to know if you are a hidden beauty in a golden house."

Gin:……

Gin crushed the cigarette butt he had just lit and urged with some disgust: "Let's go."

Furukawa Kumisa didn't get the answer he wanted, but he wasn't too disappointed.

After organizing everything, she took her handbag and followed Gin out the door.

She had already observed this hotel when she just went upstairs. It was a high-rise building in a remote location - most of the hotels that the organization invested in various places chose such locations.

From the outside, it does not look like the luxury of a top-end hotel, and is even a bit unremarkable, but this is only for the floors from the 20th floor down.

From the 20th floor up, there is a place specially reserved for members of the organization. The higher you go, the more luxurious and splendid it is. Naturally, it is only reserved for higher-level members.

The floor Gin took her to was the 26th floor, and the entire building only had the 27th floor.

Furukawa Kumisa pressed the "1" button on the elevator and asked casually: "Do you live on the 27th floor?"

Gin nodded invisibly: "Yeah."

As the elevator slowly went down, Furukawa Kumisa was slightly distracted by the rapid weightlessness, but he continued to chat with him.

"I just saw that there are not many cars in the parking lot. Sales are not good from the 20th floor down?"

Gin glanced at her lightly: "Are you very free?"

Furukawa Kumisa heard the implication of Gin's words - Are you too free to pay attention to such insignificant things?

She smiled casually and made an excuse: "I have been paying attention to asset investment allocation recently and wanted to see how the hotel investment profits are."

In theory, organizations don't care about the assets they allocate.

After all, everything in this world is about profit. Except for lunatics like Gin who are simply addicted to killing, most of the people who join the organization do it for two purposes, either greed for power or greed for money, or they may be wary of both.

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The elevator quickly went down to the first floor. Gin held on to his hat and stepped out of the elevator.

Furukawa Kumisa has long been accustomed to Gin's reticence and doesn't care whether he replies to her or not.

But when driving on the road, she finally asked: "By the way, where are we going? You have to tell me the mission in advance."

"It's not a mission, it's a transaction."

Furukawa Kumisa couldn't tell the importance of this transaction from Gin's tone, so he thought for a while and asked: "I don't care about the content of the transaction, you just need to tell me what you need me to do?"

"Be yourself."

Furukawa Kumisa:......?What is this answer?

Furukawa Kumisa raised his eyebrows: "Is there anything I need to pay attention to?"

It was not convenient for her to directly ask about the transaction content and object, so she could only ask tactfully.

Gin glanced at her from the corner of his eye: "You are the one I brought."

Furukawa Kumisa smacked Gin's words and roughly understood the second half of the sentence: "No matter what you do, no one dares to touch you."

Furukawa Kumisa immediately tapped his palm: "I understand, the script of the underworld boss and his beautiful vase."

Gin:……

He sneered and suddenly asked an unrelated question, "Do you know what is more beautiful than the Mona Lisa?"

Furukawa Kumisa smiled and said, "I know, it's me."

Gin:……

He didn't know whether he noticed that she was pretending to be silly out of habit or was speechless to her, but Gin didn't answer her again until they arrived at their destination.

The streets were not congested at two o'clock in the morning. Except for a few headlights occasionally passing by in the opposite lane, there were few cars driving on the entire road.

Gin's car stopped beside the main road in the suburbs. Furukawa Kumisa followed him out of the car and walked towards the alley beside the road.

After walking for a while, Gin stopped under a small signboard with flashing neon lights.

Furukawa Kumisa looked up and saw the "Silver Bullet" signboard, which was dyed bright silver by the neon lights and was dazzling in the night.

Furukawa Kumisa: ...Do the people in your organization have any special obsession with silver bullets?

Pushing open the wooden door with a silver bell hanging on it, there was a long staircase leading underground. Furukawa Kumisa glanced at the wooden ornaments inside the door and followed Gin downstairs.

There was still a wooden door at the end of the stairs. When they reached the end, the waiter had already opened the door, and the hustle and bustle of another world suddenly rushed in front of them.

Drinks and carnival are always the main theme of the night before the holidays.

Furukawa Kumisa looked at the noisy crowd in front of him and frowned: "Did I forget to tell you that I don't drink well."

Gin ignored her and just led her deeper into the bar.

After passing through the bustling drunkards, they stopped in front of another door deep in the bar. The burly man wearing a waiter's uniform at the door seemed to subconsciously want to stop them, but stopped the moment he saw Gin.

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He said something to the intercom at his collar. After a moment, he opened the hidden door and bowed to them.

"Welcome to the world of Mr. Wells, distinguished guest."

Gin didn't say anything, just glanced at the waiter lightly.

Furukawa Kumisa laughed before he could speak.

Her laughter was thin and charming, and the deliberately chosen tone was almost charming, "The world of Mr. Wells?"

The waiter was slightly startled and turned his attention to her.

He hadn't even noticed the woman following Gin before. She was hidden in the shadows and seemed to be just a dispensable presence.

But as long as the gaze passes over her body, even if it is just an accidental glance, it is enough to make anyone unable to look away.

Now this woman, who had a completely different aura from Gin's, but was equally eye-catching, chuckled lightly, flicked her nails, and spoke as if she was just casually speaking.

"Honey, you won't bring me to some water world amusement park, will you?"

Her sparkling eyes were fixed on Gin the whole time, not paying any attention to the waiter next to her.

She seemed to be just talking to Gin, but what she said meant something: "I hate noisy and low-level places. The chattering reminds me of annoying rats in dark corners." When she said this, her eyes

Feng glanced at the waiter, "Tell me, under what circumstances would a human step into the world of mice?"

She had seen it earlier in the car. From Gin's attitude, the person being traded this time was obviously not someone who deserved too much attention.

Although objectively speaking, those who are worthy of Gin's personal trip will definitely have a place on the road.

This may be the reason why the other party dared to send only one minion to receive him at the door.

No, not a reception.

"Welcome to my world" - this is a clear show of authority.

Gin obviously didn't like such a show of force.

Since the boss doesn't like it, it's time for her as a follower to appear.

The waiter only followed the instructions from above, and his level was so low that he couldn't even handle such a simple rant.

He replied stupidly: "What, under what circumstances?"

Furukawa Kumisa really laughed now, and her bright pupils were even more radiant. She leaned slightly closer to him, smiling charmingly.

"In case you want to destroy them, sir."

The waiter was speechless. Furukawa Kumisa waited for a while and felt that the time was almost there, so he stretched out his hand and tugged on Gin's sleeve - trying to show his intimacy with him without touching him.

"I sacrificed my beauty sleep time to accompany you to watch the circus performance. You have to make it up to me when you get back."

After saying that, he pestered Gin and walked outside, as if he really wanted to leave.

The waiter at the door was immediately confused - Mr. Wells was about to conduct a large-scale transaction with this legendary and rare guest, but he was dragged away by his little lover without even entering the door.
To be continued...