Gin left RB that night and took 12 hours to fly directly from Tokyo to Paris. It took longer to transfer. It was a midnight when the plane arrived in Paris at 7 o'clock in the evening.

Adjusting the jet lag is not a comfortable thing, but Gin is used to it and naturally switches the language from Japanese to French, presses the brim of the hat and looks around, and walks straight towards a black sedan.

The driving was a member of the organization located in Paris. Gin was doing a task handover with the person in charge here. The phone kept coming from the sound of new emails, and Vodka was busy sorting out the task information.

Arriving at the Paris organization stronghold, Gin looked at the head of the Paris division - Chablis, Chablis.

"Hello, I have long admired Daming, gin." Chabley saw Gin and Vodka get off the car, with a bright smile in his eyes, wearing a top-fitting suit, and a rose on his chest.

"chablis." Gin responded lightly. Gin also heard of the head of the Paris division, but it was not a good reputation.

No matter how Chable smiles like a flower on his face, he must be very unhappy with the arrival of Gin. Each organization leader has his own regional division, such as the French region where Chableley is responsible, the beautiful country region where Belmode is responsible, and the UK region where Jimlet is responsible. Japan is considered the base camp of the organization. As the head of organization security, Gin is often active in Japan. He does not often interfere in other responsible areas, but it does not mean that he cannot interfere.

Just as Belmode could throw his affairs in a beautiful country through others and run to Japan, Rum could be active in the open as other identities, Gin also had the right to move freely and was more relaxed.

If it is not necessary to organize the task, Gin is too lazy to run away and cause trouble.

The task is not complicated, but if you really want to explain it, it is hard to explain it in one or two sentences. One thing is that the two members sent to Japan by the French sub-district. Gin had no idea how Chabley chose the members at the beginning. They went to the two members. As a result, both of them were undercover, and they brought the savings card with organizational information from Japan to France. Chabley had not caught them yet. In addition, the situation in France is quite chaotic now, so the gentleman simply sent Gin to clean up the mess.

It is understandable that you can send gin wherever you are messing around. After all, gin is really a very easy-to-use human-shaped weapon.

After completing the task handover work with Chabley, Gin took a look at vodka and took the passenger seat. "Go to meet this Mr. Gaman first." There is no navigation system on the Porsche 356a, so before arriving in Paris, Gin let Vodka remember the road topographic map of Paris. This big guy is good at Japanese, Russian, and English, and is not very skilled in French. The core members of the organization have high requirements, at least they are proficient in three languages ​​and are familiar with an unpopular language.

Jos Gaman, the leader of a local underworld force in Paris, has a cooperative relationship with the organization, but the two undercover members sent to Japan were sent by this underworld force. No matter what the original intention was, it was a provocation to the organization. Therefore, Gin came this time not only to recycle the savings card, but also to silence the diary.

It was the second midnight when Gin arrived at Jos Gaman's location. The night became the best protective umbrella for sin. Gin passed by several thin and gray-looking men, and walked straight into a bar hidden deep in the alley.

Unlike the noise outside, deafening music and cheers are heard in the bar, and all kinds of men and women are looking for fun here. If people are elegant, humorous, and chivalrous during the day, then the people here seem to inspire the other side.

Gin has never been happy with this noisy environment, but he also knows that this is the best place to inquire about news and conduct black transactions. If he doesn't like many things, the environment will not change because of his preferences. Over time, Gin has developed the habit of not showing his emotions - but it really makes him angry, it depends on how you want to die.

It is easy to see a man surrounded by a group of women in the crowd, wearing a black vest, revealing the complex tattoo on his arms and back, and his developed muscles, the first impression he gives people is that he is strong and not easy to mess with.

The flattery of the women around him made Jos Gaman laugh uncontrollably, and the arrogance in his eyes was almost overflowing.

"Jos Gaman." Gin's tone was cold and the volume was not loud, but it clearly penetrated the music. The laughter entered Joos Gaman's ears. The muscular mixed-race man turned his head to look at Gin.

"Who are you?" He didn't take this tall but thin man in black who was unhealthy and had unhealthy skin to heart.

"Your people took the things we organized." Gin had no intention of talking to him. The organization's savings card could only log in on the computer inside the organization. If it was imported into other computers, it would automatically activate the positioning of the organization, and then the information would be destroyed. This is why they had time to take back the savings card and silence the relevant personnel.

Jos Gaman raised his eyebrows when he heard this, and looked at the gin like a cargo, "Is there no one in your organization? Send you a weak guy here?"

"What did you say?!" Ginjiu had no special reaction. Vodka exploded first, pulled out his pistol and wanted to shoot the guy who insulted his elder brother, but was stopped by Ginjiu.

"Oh, I still want to hit me." Jos Gaman waved his hand and asked the women around him to get out of the way. He was shorter than Gin. This look up gesture made Jos Gaman even more unhappy. He moved his wrist and punched Gin's face, and even heard the harsh sound of breaking through the air.

Gin snorted, raised his hand at a speed that was difficult to catch with the naked eye, grabbed Jos Gaman's wrist, and kicked Jos Gaman's knee. When the people around him reacted, Jos Gaman had already kneeled on the ground, his right arm was hanging softly, and his arm was twisted directly. Not only was his arm, but his knee was kicked by Gin, and his bones were absolutely broken and he couldn't run away.

"What did you say before?" Gin ignored the people around him who were frightened and half-squatted down. The muzzle of Bereta m92f hit Jos Gaman's forehead. The cold barrel made Jos Gaman's forehead feel cold sweat. Gin repeated with a smile, with a bright malice in her pine green eyes, "Weak chicken?"

"I mean I'm a weak chicken! I'm a weak chicken!" Life was held in his hand by the other party, and Jos Gaman finally panicked. He realized that this organization was definitely not as simple as he seemed. At this moment, Jos Gaman regretted it and used flattery to hide the anger in his eyes.

Gin curled the corner of her mouth and pressed the tamper. The fear in Jos Gaman's eyes instantly froze. As soon as he killed Jos Gaman, Gin raised his hand and fired a few shots without looking back, accurately killing the bartender behind the bar, the three people in the dance floor, and the two people in the corner, leaving the place at a speed that was uncapturable to the naked eye, and re-shooting a few more shots, killing several more again.

At the same time, white smoke emerged from all directions, and the person who was dancing on the dance floor swayed and fell down. Gin came to Jos Gaman, found his cell phone and keys, took the pistol back, and slowly left the bar. He was extremely resistant to drugs, and this level of hypnotic gas had no effect on him. As for vodka, the gas mask he had prepared in advance was not in vain.

On the other hand, vodka destroyed the gas device and ignited the bomb directly after leaving the bar. With the bar kitchen as the center, the fire spread instantly. The most insignificant thing in the bar was alcohol. The explosions that started to explode quickly turned this area into a sea of ​​fire.

"Big Brother," Vodka took off his gas mask, put on his sunglasses, and started the car. "Will you be targeted if you blow so many ordinary people to death?"

"Where are ordinary people?" Gin opened Joss Gaman's mobile phone, connected the phone with a data cable to the laptop thrown in the car. While deciphering the password of the phone, the encrypted information was packaged and sent to Belmode. Anyway, the woman was a master in this field, so it was not useless. While answering questions to vodka, "Since we stepped into this area, Joss Gaman had already received the news. Those addicts on the road were his eyeliners."

Given the observation of vodka, Gin said it in detail, and dense characters flashed on the computer screen, "The person sitting in front of the bar has a pistol hidden on the body, and the person dancing on the dance floor has a dagger hidden on the body."

As soon as they stepped into the bar, they looked indifferently from all directions. The people who seemed to be dancing were actually focusing on Joss Gaman, with a pistol on his waist, and the bartender at the bartender had a submachine gun on his body, but not many people were holding the gun, so Gin could kill those troublesome people as soon as possible. The rest were treated with hypnotic gas, and it was not impossible to kill them all, but why bother?

If you are poor, tactics will be interspersed, and if you are rich, you will be covered by firepower.

"...The police investigation will only consider it to be a gangster infighting." Gin pressed the send button, took back the data cable and notebook, violently destroyed the phone, threw it out of the window, and fell into a trash can.

The main character was solved, and Chabley asked the remaining strongholds of Joss Garman to arrange people to solve them. It was much more convenient for him to arrange people for people to settle their territory than Gin.

The most important thing is that Gin is too lazy to increase the workload of himself on such indifferent things. If he has to do everything himself, what else should the organization do? Was it a waste of resources?
Chapter completed!