Facing the constantly falling snowflakes, Kahn finally arrived at the place Abasolo mentioned.

Before he saw Gin's people, he smelled the strong smell of blood. What he said before joining Abasolo made him slightly surprised.

What on earth did Gin do to be so seriously injured in Tokyo, which has been entrenched for many years? Or is it that the smell of blood belongs to others?

However, the truth is what Kahn is least willing to believe.

Such a strong smell of blood was emanating from the gunshot wound on Gin's body.

"Gin, is there another powerful person in Tokyo?"

Kahn took the gin from Vodka's hand, and the other person's long silver-white hair was mostly stained red by the blood. It was hard to tell from the black windbreaker, but based on the increasingly strong smell of blood, it was probably also stained by the blood.

Half dipped.

He roughly estimated the location of the wound on the other party's body. If someone could really shoot Gin in this part, it would really be worth his vigilance.

"no."

Gin's voice sounded as cold as the snowflakes that fell today. His voice didn't even tremble due to the wound. It was as if he was not the one who was shot and lost a lot of blood.

"I shot myself."

Kahn: "Huh?"

Vodka on the side also interjected: "Just when the eldest brother was about to kill Shirley, an anesthetic needle came out from nowhere. In order to stay awake, the eldest brother shot himself directly."

Kahn blinked his blue eyes and couldn't help but feel that Gin was also a ruthless person.

But soon, his attention shifted to another sentence spoken by Vodka: "You finally found Shirley? Congratulations, have you already sent that mouse to hell, Gin."

As soon as his voice fell, Gin's face became even more ugly, so gloomy that it seemed like it was about to drip with water. Her pair of forest green eyes seemed to be frozen, even colder than this snowy night.

Kahn took a look and thought, well, he probably didn't succeed. It seemed that his words of congratulations were a bit premature.

Vodka also spoke from the side, confirming Kahn's guess: "Although the woman Shirley ran away in the end, the elder brother also made many bullet holes in her body. More importantly, we finally exposed the identity of the woman.

Pisk was killed."

Kahn said "Oh" and couldn't help but complained: "You were able to shoot holes in her body, but you didn't kill her immediately. Gin, I doubt you really wanted to kill her-"

Halfway through, he realized the last words Vodka said, and his voice suddenly rose: "What? Did you kill Pisk?"

The shock that Gin didn't kill Shirley was far less powerful than the shock that Gin had killed Pisk.

No, when he returns to the safe house, he must ask the other party carefully to see what Gin really thinks.

Inside the safe house.

"By the way, why did you insist on calling me over? Wouldn't it be better for Vodka to take you to the organized hospital?"

Kahn expressed disbelief at Gin's move, but his body still took out the medical kit and started treating him very honestly.

"Because I feel the medicine here is better."

Gin lay on the bed and glanced at Kahn with his forest green eyes through his silver bangs.

"I know you won't come here for no reason, but can't you ask Abasolo to bring you here? You still need me to make a trip."

Kahn cut open the cloth that had coagulated with blood at the opponent's wound, then cleaned the wound surface, and finally sprinkled healing powder on it.

Gin did not speak, just closed his eyes and accepted the treatment given to him by Kahn without saying a word.

Vodka stood by the bed and was submissive. He wanted to say something, but after seeing his elder brother lying on the bed, he wisely shut his mouth.

Kahn pouted, even if Gin didn't say anything, he could probably guess what the other person was thinking.

Because Gin doesn't trust Abasolo.

Back in the southern United States, Gin could accept Abasolo's simple bandage because he, Belmode and the sniper duo were all there.

But at the Cupido Hotel, Gin was surrounded by only Abasolo and vodka, and he himself was seriously injured. As for vodka, it was reliable, but if Abasolo had other ideas, vodka couldn't do it.

If Abasolo was an undercover agent, the other party could directly take two people into the police station.

Kahn let out a long sigh in his heart, forget it, he absolutely trusts his subordinates, it doesn't mean that he wants to force others to absolutely trust his subordinates.

Not to mention that this "other person" was Gin, who was famous for being suspicious in the organization. If he thought correctly, Gin, who had just met Shirley who defected and shot Pisk, was more cautious than usual.

"Okay, let's not talk about this anymore. Let's talk about what happened with Pisk. I remember that he is a veteran member of the organization, and he also manages the organization's power on the White Road. How can you just kill him?

killed?"

Kahn tied a beautiful bow on Gin's wound and asked.

Vodka moved his lips to say something, but Gin opened his eyes earlier than him, and there was no longer much emotion in those forest-green eyes:

"I killed Pisk after he exposed his identity during the mission. Why, do you think I shouldn't kill him?"

Kahn shook his head: "No, Pisk and I are not familiar with each other. At most, I have heard about the other party's high status in the organization. I am mainly worried that Irish Whiskey will fight for you when the time comes, and that guy's strength is not

Very strong - your wounds have been taken care of."

Regarding Kahn's concern, Gin just sneered. He took his black trench coat from Vodka's hand, put it on and left the bed:

"Am I worried about that guy? If he wants to come to me, then let him come. By the way, this is your reward, what you have always wanted."

The silver-haired man took something out of his clothes and threw it back. A beautiful and compact silver USB flash drive drew a perfect parabola in the air, and finally landed firmly in Kahn's hand.

"Is this—"

"That's right. Up to now, you have kept the mission record at the Tokyo headquarters. Haven't you been wanting this for a long time? Then I'll give it to you."

Gin's words are as cold as those of Gin's people, and the USB flash drive in his hand is also cold.

But Kahn accepted the friendship conveyed by the other party.

So at that moment, that brilliant smile appeared on his face, and his beautiful blue eyes slightly curved under the light:

"Thank you. By the way, Gin, please lie down on my bed for a while. Your injury has just been bandaged. Let's rest for a while before leaving."

"No, I still have some things to deal with."

The door was opened and closed, and the silver figure had disappeared from his sight.

And with the huge window next to the bed, Kahn could see the white snow still falling outside, as well as the black spots that left two sets of footprints on the snow.

"He is indeed a man who is known as a model worker in the winery. He must continue to do his work in this weather."

Kahn kept watching as the two little black dots got on the black car, and then the car disappeared into the snowflakes in the sky.

He felt that it was good to see the snow in this position, so he simply continued to look at the beautiful scenery of nature outside, trying to let the snowflakes outside wash away the negative emotions in his heart.

However, he doesn't seem to have any negative emotions recently. At most, he is resentful because Abasolo was called away from work early.

Just as he was thinking about his most loyal subordinate, the other person just walked out of the kitchen, holding a bowl of hot candy corn water in his hand.

"Master Kahn, I specially tried the latest ratio today. Can you tell me how it tastes?"

The young man with black hair and red eyes placed the bowl next to Kahn, and the rising mist covered a small piece of glass.

"Abasolo, you are really virtuous."

Kahn came back to his senses and joked with a smile.

As a result, Abasolo didn't say anything. He just flew away from nowhere, and Rai Bird appeared, flew over and stood on Kahn's shoulder, and opened his mouth: "Abasolo, you are really virtuous."

Kahn poked the bird gently and said: "Don't learn to talk randomly."

Lai Bird tilted its head, and for the sake of its dear master, it changed its sentence:
Chapter completed!