"So you're arranging this morning?" Belmode quickly recalled that Gin was leaning against the sofa in the morning with her tablet in her arms and she didn't know what she was busy with. She just glanced at it at that time, and now the more I recalled it, the more I felt... Isn't the tablet showing the staples and keys?

"Yeah." There is nothing to hide now, and Gin doesn't care about this at all. Belmode can't just expose "Jiang Mo" casually. As for others, he can describe his appearance.

The consequence of being stripped off is that the gin that was originally nothing after giving the song, and there was no need to go to the crew again, and the next day, Belmode called it and pulled it over. Today, I want to learn the song "Waiting for You to Return". It is not very difficult. It will take some time to practice before shooting.

Belmode played the game with a stuttering moment. After the teacher left the time, he pulled the gin to practice and gave up his position, "Do you play it?"

Gin looked at Belmode with an expressionless face. He was not the one who went up to perform, so why did he want him to play?

"Try it, this song is really hard!" Belmode pressed the gin on the seat.

The music score doesn't need to be read any longer. He made it up from beginning to end. After trying the piano a few times, he still had some bumps in the first time. It seemed that it was really the first time to play it. It was played again under Belmode's soft and hard bubbles. The second time's fluency has been qualitatively improved compared to the first time, and it was amazing.

Belmode was completely convinced.

Gin was basically forced to stay on the crew this week until Belmode's scene ended, "Gin, do you have audio for the opening and ending songs? Lend me to listen?"

Gin, who had been annoyed for several days, ran away directly. Can't you afford to offend?

At Mikacho Villa, Yuki Matsunaga was knocked to the ground for the 108th time, and her eyes were filled with tears. She felt that Brother Zhen was just venting her anger!

After tossing out Matsunaga Yuki, he went to see the scotch whiskey that was still in the recovery period. The latter's memory showed no sign of recovery. Then he ran to the organization's training room and began to waste bullets, with various results.

"Gin, is it interesting to waste bullets?" Belmode, who came to find Bourbon, unexpectedly blocked her gin for the past few days. Looking at the outrageous results on the shooting range, the corners of the blonde woman's mouth twitched slightly.

Gin came to her senses, glanced at Bourbon who was standing with Belmode, and put the gun in her hand back in place, and her voice was very faint, "What are you doing in the training ground?"

"I should ask you this sentence?" Belmode gently tapped the corner of his lips and smiled. He took out the Beletta m92f from Gin's arms, looked at Gin, pressed his fingers to the tamper, and hit the red dot of the moving target accurately. Compared to Gin's miserable sight, such results were simply pleasing to the eye.

Gin glanced at the moving target, took out a cigarette and lit it, and suppressed the inexplicable irritation in his heart. Indeed, with his ability, even if he closed his eyes and covered his ears, he would not be able to achieve such an unbearable result. In fact, if someone put all the targets that Gin hit together, he would find that the bullet holes were actually spelled into one word - Mo, Jiang Mo's Mo, and unknown Mo.

"What trouble did you encounter?" Belmode lightly put the pistol back in place, and couldn't help poking Gin's face. He was obviously a man who never used any skin care products, but his skin was better than hers, which was really jealous.

Bourbon looked at Belmode harassing Gin and shrugged silently. It was originally Belmode's boredom that asked him to investigate, but he went to tease Gin again halfway, "Belmode, do you still need to investigate your matter?"

Gin looked at Belmode, and the blonde woman closed her hair indifferently, took out her cell phone and found a few photos and handed them to Gin. Those were her posters, but they were all cut off their heads without exception. "Do you still have to find a detective when you encounter such threatened things?"

Gin enlarged the cut part, looked at it for a while and flipped it back, then returned the phone to Belmode, his voice slightly hoarse, "You are quite popular."

"Welcome to such a head cut?" Belmode raised his eyebrows slightly. Gin did not explain too much. He glanced at the new email and left the training ground with a cigarette in his mouth.

In the parking lot, the black Porsche 356a was parked there, "Big Brother." Vodka sat in the driver's seat and saw Gin coming and started the car.

Gin leaned in the passenger seat and reported an address. With Gin's status in the organization, it was not his turn to appear for ordinary tasks. However, Vodka could not do anything like him, so Vodka often performed tasks, and Gin, as an action commander, inevitably needs to participate in those trivial small tasks.

If you want to fish on a daily basis, you have to open multiple lines at the same time to carry out tasks. Different people will investigate and execute different tasks. What Gin needs to do is contact these people and make people stare at the people who perform tasks. The tasks in the organization will not be completed by one person, but at least two people must carry out the tasks at the same time.

As long as you find a good partner in things like extortion, you can gain a lot at one time. For example, the boss of a company will definitely be more controllable than an ordinary person. The former will care more about his current status and reputation, and can also take out more working capital, and have a stronger ability to withstand than ordinary people.

Ginji sat in the passenger seat, transferred the cash from the suitcase to the suitcase placed in the back seat, and then threw the suitcase given by the company boss into the river from the window, and brought the suitcase of the ransomware into the stronghold. It is very stupid to check whether the suitcase is installed with a locator or something. It is troublesome to throw it away directly.

None of these cash will enter the bank. In the black industry, cash is much safer than cheque transfers and other things. It is hidden in different places in batches and then withdrawn when needed.

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The car window was suddenly knocked, and Gin glanced at Belmode wearing sunglasses, lowered it down, and said in a cold tone, "Is there anything?"

"Why don't you like this to welcome me?" Belmode looked up at the vodka that had already put down his cash and returned. "Aren't you curious who cut my photo?"

"No interest." Gin is not interested in anyone of Belmode's fanatical fans. From the cut photos, it can be seen that the other party did not cut the photos with hatred or something, but it was more like...love? Since that's the case, it won't hurt Belmode himself, not to mention that this woman is not something that anyone can hurt.

"Please send me back." Belmode patted Vodka's shoulder and skillfully opened the car door and entered the back seat of Porsche.

"Big Brother." Vodka's status was not as good as Belmode, so hesitantly looked at Gin.

"Send her back first." Gin leaned against the seat and closed her eyes, and got Gin's approval. Vodka then started the car. Belmode's legs crossed from the rearview mirror and looked at Gin, who seemed to be resting with his eyes closed. The brim of the hat deliberately lowered blocked Gin's face, revealing only his chin and a little bit of his side face.

Belmode did not forget what Gin said when she saw the photos - you were quite popular. At that time, I just thought Gin was mocking her. Now that I came back to my senses, did Gin know that the person who cut the photos was her loyal fan?

The exploratory look was too obvious, and it was difficult for Gin to ignore it. "Stop." Gin suddenly made a sound, and the order came a little suddenly, but Vodka reacted quickly and parked the car on the side of the road. Gin lowered the brim of the hat and opened the door to get out of the car, "Send her back."

In a super shop on the side of the road, Gin knocked on the counter. The cashier looked up at Gin, squatted down and took out a package placed under the counter and handed it to Gin. Gin weighed the weight of the package, walked into the shop and wandered between the shelves. There were a lot of wine here.

“There are a lot of good wine here!”

"Judy, be at ease, I didn't bring that much cash."

"It's okay, there are banks nearby."

A strange but somewhat familiar voice to gin was heard. In front of the wine cabinet, a blond woman with glasses and a gray-haired man looked at the old man in his fifties holding a bottle of bourbon.

The old man saw the gin that appeared in front of the wine cabinet and Judy subconsciously turned around. The man with long silver hair stood in front of the wine cabinet with a cold expression, holding a box in his hand.

It was impossible for Gin to be blindly staring at such a long time without notice. His emotional gaze shifted from the wine cabinet to the two guests. His eyes were focused on Judy for a while, then he glanced at the old man and took a chocolate from the counter.

"Hello, Mr. Jin Eun, long time no see." He looked at James, but Judy greeted Gin in a weird Japanese tone.

"Fbi's Japanese language is not so bad, right?" Gin didn't intend to pay attention to these two people at first, but Judy came into contact with them on his own initiative. They had different positions and would not easily have any intersection. It would be good if they didn't fight after meeting them, but Gin was not interested in provoking to cause unnecessary trouble for herself.

Just as Judy was about to say something, a loud noise suddenly came from outside, followed by surprise and screams.

It seems that a truck broke out of control and crashed into a clothing store. I don’t know if there were any casualties.

People in the shop ran out to check the situation, but Gin took the things and checked out and left. Whether he died or not, it had nothing to do with him, right?

Investigation is a matter for the police, and maybe a detective has to be added. What does it have to do with him, a criminal?
Chapter completed!