The location of the savings card has been transferred to Gin’s mobile phone. I took a look at the address of Vodka, and the black Porsche 356a left the place.

When the two mice were blocked by Gin, they were still trying to clean up the virus on the savings card. They took the silencer's pistol and solved them in just two strokes. Vodka went to check if there was any other information in the apartment. Gin drew out the savings card and broke it into several sections. Most of the information organized was backed up, but this was not a reason to let the information flow out.

"Brother," Vodka came out with a notebook while Gin checked the other person's computer. "There are a lot of things written on it, but I don't recognize it."

Gin knocked on the computer, vodka understood and handed the diary to Gin, and got busy in front of the computer.

The diary is written in French and contains a lot of transaction records. It seems that one of the two has a high status in Joss Gaman.

There are some very ordinary records in the front, but there are some records in the latter part that are quite interesting.

December 24, 2016

Lord Jos made a deal with him

January 1, 2016

He sold a meal of flour to Lord Jos and also provided strength

January 8, 2016

Lord Jos received a large amount of working capital

January 15, 2016

He discussed it alone with Lord Jos for several hours

January 22, x

Lord Joss wants me to steal the savings card of that organization

January 29, x

il    est  un   diable!!!(He is a devil)

February 5, 2016

il    a    trahi!!!(He betrayed)

...

Gin is very fast to read. This record about "him" is very regular and is recorded every Sunday. In the previous and subsequent records, the writing of "him" is also different. Some are written in Japanese, and some are written in French.

Personal hobby? Or... refers to two people?

What does it mean when the diary says "he" gives Jos Gaman flour and strength?

If flour is poisonous.

Power refers to people, weapons, or intelligence?

He took a photo to send Rum, and then briefly stated the record about "him" in his diary. Compared to Belmode, Rum is more familiar with this land in Europe, and asked Rum to arrange someone to investigate.

Vodka copied the information from the computer, then threw down the bomb and detonated it.

After a simple lunch, Gin and Vodka continued to run to the next place. Vodka did not do tasks with Gin, but there were also quite a few, but without exception, every time I did the task, I must have 996 or even 007.

Although vodka has deliberately increased the amount, this amount of rice is not enough for Gin to replenish the body. However, time is tight now, and both of them have no time to waste their meals. They both drive in the car and rest for a while. Gin has to keep an eye on the mission information at all times. Chabley arranges people to solve Joss Gaman's power, and many local forces follow the troubled waters to fish.

In short, the situation was very chaotic, and the information found by Rum and the information deciphered by Belmode easily locked in the Japanese "him" in the diary. As for the French "him", Gin speculated that this is likely to be talking about the diary owner himself.

Because Rum found out that one of them had cooperated with the Japanese "he" and cheated Jos Gaman, Jos Gaman never doubted this confidant from beginning to end.

So what is left is the Japanese "he", a senior official here. If he can seize the other party's handle, it will be easier to organize activities in Paris.

However, those who can sit in that position are not idiots, and they will definitely not leave anything that is unfavorable to them easily. To be honest, if it weren't for Rum's investigation and the deciphering of the encrypted content of Joss Gaman's mobile phone, no one would have thought that the senior official would secretly fund the underworld forces and provide those things.

Gin first runs the task, and Rum is asked to investigate the matter of the senior official. After all, he is one of the three core members, and they all take it out to be ten. Of course, the "one as ten" here not only refers to one aspect, but also to comprehensive strength.

Take Belmode as an example. When it comes to sniping or close combat, Belmode may not be Hideichi Akai, but in terms of comprehensive strength, Hideichi Akai cannot do anything to Belmode.

The reason why Belmode is often used as an example is mainly because rum hides his head and tail and does not show up often. Gin itself is a survivor of the experiment and is not objective, so Belmode has become the best example. After all, you can't use vodka as an example.

I said before that the task is not complicated, but I can't explain it clearly in one sentence or two. The main reason is that there are too many people involved, not only the underworld forces, but also the restless factors within the organization. The forces of all parties are mixed together. Just clarifying the circles and circling is enough to consume most of Gin's energy.

He bit off a piece of chocolate expressionlessly. The sweet taste made Gin frown slightly. He didn't like too sweet things, but he now needed these things to replenish sugar.

I work all night long and cannot have three regular meals, so I can only use these high-sugar snacks to replenish my energy while looking at the information - vodka bought a lot of chocolates and other things.

"Brother, where are you going next?" Vodka came back with three lunch boxes and handed two to Gin.

Gin took the lunch box, announced the place name, lowered her eyes and started eating silently. The biggest trouble was to deal with Jos Gaman's affairs. The territory affairs would make local gangs start fighting, and it was also a good opportunity for them to take advantage of the troubled waters.

Vodka was trading with people, Gin sat aside and alert, and the two left one after another. On the Porsche 356a, Vodka handed the thing to Gin.

A slight strange smell penetrated into the nose. Gin's hand was picked up by the package, then took it as if nothing had happened, pressed the car window, quickly browsed the information inside by the window, left what needed, and burned the rest.

"Brother, why don't you burn in the car?" Vodka looked at the small fire one meter away, looked at Gin in confusion, and asked him to stop the car and burn it. No matter how you look at it, it's a waste of time. Moreover, Vodka moved his fingers in a difficult manner, not only burning the paper, but also burning the gloves of the two.

"There are problems with these papers," Gin gave his younger brother knowledge. A cold light flashed in his eyes slightly, and soon returned to calm. However, if Belmode was present, he could definitely hear the playfulness in Gin's words. Vodka just felt his scalp numb and his back was cold. "If the skin touches or carries it for a long time, he may die due to some strange reason."

He moved his fingers slowly, his pine green eyes shifted a little, "Come with me."

Vodka was unknown, so Gin lifted her legs and left. In the middle of the alley, a vending machine stood alone. Gin threw in a few coins and bought a can of coffee. Vodka couldn't help but say, "Brother, fingerprint..."

Gin spread her hands in front of the vodka, with a thin layer on it, and it also hid it with palm lines, "Why do you think I'm making that kind of low-level mistake?"

"Put the silencer, a group of flies surrounded him." Gin loaded the pistol, and his tone changed the subject in a plain tone. He held the silencer with the silencer in his left hand, threw the can of coffee up and down in his right hand, and threw the can in his hand towards the corner of the wall, hitting a sneaky guy who was protruding his head and looking at him.

This was like a switch. The gunshots with mufflers were not obvious at night. Letting a group of fish deal with the gin in his heyday was completely a death sentence. The fish with guns were still fish. They could not even catch the shadow of the gin and were wiped off their necks.

This is a unilateral massacre.

Twenty minutes later, Gin wiped the dagger without blood stains, bent down and picked up the can of coffee used to smash people, and took a look at the vodka.

Vodka immediately understood and tied up the only survivor, and then woke him up violently. As it turned out, sometimes living is not a good thing, and there is still a way to interrogate vodka. An ordinary gangster member could not withstand the means of professionally trained professional killers.

"Brother, another underworld force." Vodka kicked the dying survivor away and told Gin the message he was asked.

"How did they know our trace?" Gin burned the empty coffee can on fire for a few times, then threw it into the trash can beside it.

Gin has not told anyone about his whereabouts today. He only told vodka before driving. How did these people know his whereabouts?

"He didn't know either. He said that someone pointed them in anonymous email. They have been ambushing here for several days."

Gin raised his hand, aimed the gun at the man and pressed the tamp, directly cutting off his life.

The only person who could guess that he would pass here was the one who knew his mission line and his mission line... Gin sneered: "Go back to the organization base."

"Huh?gin? Why are you back?" Chabley held a woman in his arms, gently stroked the traces of being abused on the woman's body. Seeing the murderous gin, he slowly restrained his smile.

"Someone ambushed me on the road," Gin ignored the scarred woman, her tone was very calm. This ambush was just about delivering vegetables, but it was very annoying. "Does anyone know my mission line?"
Chapter completed!