"Click"

The black muzzle and the cold voice appeared at the same time. Kahn blinked and showed a bright smile to Gin.

"Hey, good morning, please give me some advice when we meet for the first time - well, this is how Japanese communication should be, I just came here and I don't understand it very well -"

The blond young man scratched his head in distress, as if he didn't care about the gun pointed at him, just like an ordinary foreigner who was troubled by a foreign culture he didn't understand.

"Explain." Gin's gun moved from the blond young man to the driver who was starting to tremble.

"I don't know him. He insisted on taking off his clothes while driving and said he wanted more people to see it, so I brought him here."

Kahn looked innocent and calm, completely removing himself from the matter.

"After all, Japan is world-famous for its pornographic movies. I thought this was a normal Japanese social etiquette, such as fulfilling a small wish of a naked person——"

The vodka man behind the gin twitched his lips. Although Japan's x industry is indeed booming, normal Japanese people wouldn't do this at all.

"boom--"

After the gunshot, the stiff body collapsed and turned into a stiff corpse.

"Wow, didn't you even give me a hint? If I hadn't hid quickly, blood would have been splattered all over me."

Kahn immediately took a step back. He pulled on his off-white windbreaker and barely escaped the splash of warm blood. He wanted to say a few more words, but he received Gin's cold words, as if he were looking at a dead person.

look.

"come over."

Kahn shrugged: "Okay, okay."

We are not in Mexico now. You should obey what you are told.

Vodka also reacted to the gunfire just now and hid behind Gin to secretly observe the young man walking across the corpse.

The other person looks to be only twenty-five years old, with blond hair sticking up, blue eyes like the clear sky outside, and very white skin. He has a typical foreign appearance, but his facial features have the softness of an Asian.

It's not too sharp, the whole person is like a plant growing vigorously under the sun.

Not only is it easy to get favored by her appearance, but her surrounding temperament is also very sunny.

He is a "normal person" in the secular concept

However, such people are "abnormal" in the dark world

It's not as cold as gin, not as mysterious as Belmode, and not like that crazy woman in Chianti.

If it weren't for the unabashed contempt for life when the other party stepped over the corpse, and the smell of blood and gunpowder smoke surrounding him, Vodka would really think that the other party was more suitable to be a policeman.

Vodka was deep in thought when suddenly his back started to tingle, the warning in his heart suddenly went off, and his eyes behind his sunglasses happened to meet his big brother's.

Gin turned his head without knowing when, and his cold eyes fell from Kahn to Vodka.

As a member who has been partnered with Gin for so many years, doing nothing but driving and handling some logistics but still not being kicked out, Vodka has a special way of interpreting Big Brother. Even if Gin doesn't say anything, he still doesn't get kicked out.

Can perfectly interpret what the other person means.

'Vodka, please introduce cornwine.'

Of course, the taciturn and cold Gin could not do anything to introduce people. Vodka coughed twice and took a step forward.

"This is the leader of the action team, codenamed gin. Your future actions in Tokyo will be under the control of my elder brother. My codename is Vodka. This is not Mexico. Don't act without permission."

Kahn said he understood, and Tequila had already given him information and instructions before he came.

"The two over there are snipers Kitian and Cohen, the ace snipers in Tokyo." Vodka pointed to the two people sitting in the corner cleaning their guns.

The short-haired woman with a butterfly tattoo gave Kahn an exaggerated smile, while the silent man beside him nodded.

"The three over there are newcomers and haven't received code names yet. Next, you are responsible for training them."

Vodka pointed to the three shadows on the edge. Speaking of this, he couldn't help but think of cornwine's third nickname.

It's not a "nightmare of the FBI and CIA", they are not the United States, and it certainly isn't some ridiculous "black sun". Things like the sun have nothing to do with them lurking in the darkness.

Rather, it is a title that is only circulated among those at the bottom—Newcomer Madman.

Unlike other Codename members who look down on peripheral personnel and use low-level personnel as cannon fodder, Kahn has a very high popularity among peripheral personnel, and the attrition rate of newcomers is extremely low.

Moreover, the newcomers who have passed through his hands have improved dramatically, both in terms of ability and mental quality.

Vodka also obtained the other party's information, one of which was that there was a newcomer who was too nervous to shoot, but after being taken by the other party for a month, he was able to snipe the mission target without shaking his hands and with a bright smile.

And he didn't seem to be threatened or oppressed at all, nor was he psychologically suggestive or hypnotized. He was really willing to kill people.

When Kahn was transferred here, Gin also attached great importance to this aspect. After all, he was very suspicious and had to do many things himself. Training new people was a waste of his time.

"Oh? Newcomer? Are you giving me a task as soon as you get here?"

Kahn touched his chin and walked over with a long step. Then his eyes lit up and he couldn't help but show an expression of approval.

Not bad, as expected of the Tokyo headquarters, the quality of these newcomers is much better than the batch from Mexico.

On the far left is a tall, thin figure, wearing a light blue hooded sweatshirt, carrying a backpack behind him that doesn’t know whether it’s a guitar or a bass. The whole person looks gloomy, and the most eye-catching thing is the blue pair.

The bright cat eyes look like a frozen ocean when you look at her. She has a gentle temperament, but she has an inexplicable feeling that she is not easy to mess with.

The second man was a blond man. His brilliant hair color and skin several degrees darker than normal made him particularly conspicuous. When Kahn looked over, the man also raised his smoky purple eyes, revealing a smile with a smile on his face.

Put on a sweet smile.

Kahn, who has been in the dark for many years, can certainly tell the malice and cruelty hidden behind the sweet smile of the other party. Tsk, it's a poisonous honey apple.

The third one is a silent man with long black hair, green eyes, and a knitted hat. He has a very fierce temperament and is referred to as Gin No. 2.

Kahn always felt that the aura of the other party was very familiar. Even though this was Tokyo, the other party always reminded him of the gunfire and wind of freedom in North America and the time when he battled wits and courage with the FBI.

As Kahn looked over one by one, Vodka also introduced:

"This is Midorikawa Kage. He was originally a Japanese Yakuza, but was later absorbed into the organization."

"Hey, hello."

Kahn said hello to Midorikawa Kage, and he threw a piece of candy corn into his mouth. The sweet smell of corn suddenly spread, and then he was caught off guard and leaned close to the other person's face.

The safe distance was instantly broken. Under the sweet smell of candy corn, the distance between the two of them was only five centimeters. Kahn could clearly see his own figure reflected in the other's beautiful blue cat eyes.

Slender fingers touched the corner of the other person's eyes, the cold fingertips slid over the tender skin, and the long eyelashes unconsciously brushed against the fingertips, bringing with it a hint of itch.

"not bad."

Kahn slightly bent his eyes, and his blue eyes were not only beautiful for a foreigner like him, but also for a typical Asian appearance. It seemed like he should rate his appearance a little higher.

"Kahn"

The words that Vodka originally introduced were paused because of the sudden movement of the blond young man.

"It's okay, you continue, I'm just checking his reaction ability."

Of course, Kahn couldn't tell his true thoughts. If he just looked at the other person's blue eyes and thought he was more handsome, he would definitely be shot to death by Gin.

"Are you satisfied now, senior?"

Midorikawa Kage blinked at Kahn, and his blue cat eyes met Kahn's equally blue eyes without fear.

"I'm very satisfied. If Gin hadn't been watching, I would have wanted to kidnap you back to Mexico right now."

Kahn patted the other party's shoulder. As expected of the headquarters in Tokyo, the quality of newcomers made him bite his handkerchief with envy. Why didn't Mexico have such high-quality newcomers? Is it because Mexico's top players can't compare to Japan's Yakuza?

?

The cat-eyed young man smiled softly, and his ice-like eyes slightly opened, just like an ordinary newcomer who sees his superior who appreciates him: "Thank you, senior."

Kahn smiled and gave the other party a piece of candy corn. He uttered the words "meeting gift" in the face of the other party's puzzled expression, and specially gave the other party a wink with a bright smile.

"I'm very optimistic about you."

After speaking, he cast his eyes on the man in the middle, and Vodka seamlessly continued what he had just interrupted.

"This is Toru Amuro, an intelligence dealer active in Japan's gray area. The organization wants to train him into the intelligence team."

The implication is that there is no need to ask too much of the opponent's physical strength and shooting skills.

"Of course I know. After all, this is Tokyo. I listen to you."

Kahn shrugged his shoulders, reached out and ruffled the other person's blond hair, and suddenly thought of the corn he grew in Mexico.

This skin tone and hair color are perfect for going back to Mexico to break corn on the cob with him.

"senior?"

Even when a stranger touches a vulnerable spot like his temple, Toru Amuro still maintains the same expression as before, with just the right amount of confusion and an unobvious but real sense of friendliness and weakness, making this honey apple even

Even though it is poisonous, I still want people to try it.

"I just feel that your hair color is the same as mine, so we are very destined."

Kahn rubbed the opponent's short blond hair, then withdrew his hand, and also gave the opponent a piece of candy corn.

"Coming to Mexico? I can take you to break the corn."

It’s understandable to go to Mexico, but why do you want to break corn?

Toru Amuro complained in his heart, but his face still had the same expression as before.
To be continued...