As long as it is contaminated with a little black, white will no longer be pure white.

Zhu Fu Jingguang hung the bass bag on the wall. The weight of the bass that was far heavier than a normal bass seemed not to be a sniper rifle, but the human life that died in his hands.

Even though I had been mentally prepared during the undercover training, when my hands were actually stained with blood, I still felt sick and disgusted.

I hate this rotten darkness, and I hate myself like this.

The panic on the man's face, the unwilling look on the woman's face, and the faces of those who died under his sniper rifle emerged one after another.

Sooner or later, all those who violate the law will be

"Dong dong dong——"

"Kage-kun, are you asleep?"

Kahn's voice sounded at the bedroom door, successfully interrupting Zhufu Jingguang's thoughts. The latter collected his emotions in a second, and the ice quietly spread to those blue cat eyes, perfectly coming from Japan.

The police officer Jingguang Zhufu turned into the dark and ruthless sniper Midorikawa Kage.

"Senior, are you still up so late?"

Midorikawa Ying opened the bedroom door. He thought for a moment that there was nothing shameful about his bedroom, so he simply stood by the door openly.

And a certain familiar senior had already squeezed into this somewhat empty bedroom, and then looked around: "Do you mind if I come in? Shadow-kun?"

You've already come in, what's the point of talking about it?

Midorikawa Ying complained in his heart, but still had a slight smile on his face: "If you don't dislike it, senior."

"Well, your bedroom is much cleaner than my bedroom."

Kahn sat on the edge of the bed very naturally. He recalled the candy corn and candy corn packaging scattered everywhere in his bedroom. Maybe he really should take some time to tidy up his bedroom?

No, he didn't come here to recall his bedroom.

"That Yingjun, come on, come on, sit here."

Kahn remembered the purpose of his coming, his usual smile appeared on his face, and then he patted the place next to him.

Midorikawa Kage looked at this Jiraishu who seemed to regard his bedroom as his boss, and just showed a helpless smile, and then sat down next to him obediently: "Senior, what's wrong with you coming to see me so late?

?”

Kahn nodded his chin: "The main reason is that I feel something is not right with you. I have noticed it since the first time I took you on a mission."

Midorikawa Kage said "Oh?" and couldn't help but feel nervous. Did he make any mistake and be exposed?

No, if he had been exposed, Gin would have come to kill him long ago, but he couldn't tell. He still couldn't figure out Cornwine's method of dealing with things. What if the other party wanted to follow him and catch everyone behind him?

As a qualified undercover agent, no matter how turbulent Midorikawa Kage's heart is, he still has that gloomy but gentle expression on his face.

"King Jun has actually never killed anyone before."

Kahn raised the opponent's right hand that was hanging by his side. The fingers were long and well-jointed, and there were calluses left by bass guitar and sniper rifles.

"I"

"You don't have to deny it, Ying-kun. After all, I am also a member of the code name who has led so many new people. I can always see the changes in a person before and after he actually commits a murder, no matter how slight it is."

Kahn put down the other person's hand, and his blue eyes reflected the other person's figure seriously.

"Actually, Shadow-kun has been depressed since his first murder - don't look at me like that. I'm not Gin's gun-toting maniac. I just want to say that if Shadow-kun wants to cry,

If you come out, I can provide you with a shoulder."

"ha?"

Just now, Midorikawa Kage was thinking about the probability of killing the opponent and escaping if he was exposed, but the next second he was shocked by Kahn's nonsensical words.

Is there any relationship between killing and crying?

"Although I don't know what you did in the Japanese Yakuza before, people like Kage-kun are actually very common in our place. After all, we are all ordinary people."

Kahn stretched, then lay back directly on the bed.

Gee, why does Midorikawa Kage, a grown man, actually have that nice lemon soap scent on his sheets?
Chapter completed!