The small house is not close to the villa. If Vodka hadn't been embarrassed to solve physiological problems near the villa, he went a little further, maybe he wouldn't have found it.

This is a small house hidden among trees. About two or three meters away from the house, there is a pile of graves, and there is a wooden tombstone on it, and there is a blank space on the tombstone.

Gin looked at the toolbox that Vodka had in her hand, and said without any moral integrity: "Dig it open."

While working at vodka, Gin pushed open the door of the cabin, and there were various photos posted inside. The protagonist Gin was not unfamiliar with those photos. Instead, he took out his mobile phone and carefully recorded the scene in the cabin. He confirmed that there was no place left behind before tearing the photos off the wall.

This is a photo with a black subject. It is estimated that the little girl of seven or eight years old is squatting in the corner, without a trace of light around her, and it looks like she is being locked up in confinement.

The amount of information about the photos here is far beyond Gin's imagination. He even saw several photos of his infancy here. From the time he was just born to the age of eighteen or nineteen, he could clearly see the traces of a person's growth.

I glanced outside the house and Vodka was digging the soil honestly. When I came in just now, there was no sign of anyone entering the house, and there was no sign of opening the door. I tore off all more than a hundred photos in the house. So many photos were also very thick, tied with rubber bands, and the decoration here was very simple, with a chair, a table, and no other furniture. There were two drawers and a cabinet on the table.

There were a few newspapers in the cabinet. The newspapers were yellowed and the gin was carefully pulled out. This should have been specially sorted out. The time span was a long time. The earliest newspaper was twenty years ago, and the latest newspaper was ten years ago.

Twenty years ago - "The world's largest drug supplier Angel Sidibe arrested"

"Police seized several kilograms of drugs"

Twelve years ago - "Unknown plague broke out, DS pharmaceutical companies launched vaccines"

"DS pharmaceutical companies, the hope of mankind"

Eleven years ago - "Gangster Fighting Caused People"

"The probability of crime breaks past records"

"The reasons behind frequent crimes"

Ten years ago - "Financial Crisis Breaking Out"

"Serial killers have successively provoked the police and shocked the world"

“Many enterprises went bankrupt and tens of thousands of people were displaced”

These newspapers were carefully organized and packaged, and there were two keys in the drawer, with a rectangular pattern engraved on them.

Pack all the things inside, Gin left the wooden house, and Vodka had almost dug it. "Brother, there is only one box." Vodka climbed up from the pit, holding a square black box in his hand with two locks on it. Gin tried it with the key in the wooden house drawer, one key corresponded to a lock, and the remaining three-digit password lock was opened twice.

The moment the password was tried, Gin keenly sensed the danger, threw the box away with an extremely fast reaction speed, grabbed the vodka and took a few steps back, an unknown mist instantly dissipated in the air, and the plants around the box were burned instantly.

Vodka's face instantly became extremely ugly. You should know that if Gin had not had the super keen intuition and rapid reaction, they would have definitely fallen here today.

Gin is quite calm, with a very poison hidden in the box and it will evaporate when the box is opened. If it is close, you can look at the grass around the box.

Obviously, this is a murder trap. For those who discovered this, the rectangle on the key is probably also a hint. After all, who would put a murder box in the grave in a normal mind?

The two of them waited for the mist to dissipate in the distance, then put on gas masks to clear the traces left, and let vodka dig in the grave a few more times, and then left after confirming that there was nothing.

I returned to my apartment, cleaned myself before taking out the stack of photos, taking photos one by one and uploading them to my cloud, and then taking the original photos one by one, which looked like a growth record at first glance, but in fact, it was all about the protagonist of the photo.

Like a white mouse, being beaten like a sandbag, being treated like a commodity, and having various punishments, such as confinement, waterboarding, electric shock, and various criminal detentions, all kinds of various types, which are extremely rare.

Gin even saw some insulting photos. As for how to insult, for the girl... there is no need to say more.

The pine green eyes were as dark as the deep sea, and the expression of Gin was very light. I collected the photos and stared at the thick stack of photos for a long time.

He doesn't like to recall the past because the past is too broken, too embarrassing, and too unbearable to look back. Even if you occasionally see a little firefly light, it will soon disappear in the darkness. Before he grows up, what he has experienced the most is various experiments. He was tortured to the point where he was only half his breath and was pulled out of hell. The torture from body to mind makes people collapse. Unfortunately, Gin is so tenacious that it is incredible. No matter what the process is, he is the one who survives.

Gin did not give that stack of photos to Belmode. The time is not right now, and the photos cannot play their greatest value. As for where to put the photos... Gin naturally has its own suitable place.

The phone suddenly vibrated, and Gin glanced at the phone number, raised her eyebrows slightly, and slowly connected.

"Hey? Gin! Where did you go? Do you know that the organization has a mission today?!" The irritable male voice exploded in his ears.

"Stinger, if I remember correctly, you are responsible for Country Y." Gin controlled the steering wheel while quietly shook her phone away from her ears. He was not interested in tortureing his ears.

"I have arrived at RB, you have been demoted now! Do you understand?! Demoted!!!" Stinger's loud voice echoed in Gin's ears with ridiculous sarcasm, "I'm here to take over you!"

"No need to be so loud," Gin turned a crossroads skillfully, her eyes flashing slightly. He did not receive the "demotion notice" from that person. However, in this situation, demotion is a good thing for him. After all, I have been too busy recently, whether it is the "Mariana Trench" or the "Abyss", but in this case, the identity of that person seems to be traced. "The mission plan has been handed over to Jimlet."

"Can you be lazy like this? You know..." Stinger's voice remained unabated.

Gin sighed silently inside, interrupting Stinger's words: "Do you have anything else?"

"Ah? No, there is no, there is no..." Before Singer finished speaking, Gin hung up the phone, "**(Manual asterisk)! Does that guy Gin know what respect for his boss means?!"

"Strictly speaking, Gin is not your subordinate," the man standing next to Stinger said in a faint tone, "You have the same status."

"Chivas! Whose partner are you?!"

On the other hand, shortly after Gin hung up the phone, the email from that person came, and Stinger was transferred to RB, and he was about to leave for a while.

【Received.--gin】

Delete the email, Gin bit the sugar in her mouth, and the one who was leaving RB, in this subtle time, "swish..." It seems that the boss in the organization is not an ordinary person, and there is also the vermouth who was already in the "abyss" by Sharon Vandaldra in his childhood. The former will not be mentioned for the time being, the latter... No matter what the reason is, those who can live from the "abyss" in the chaotic period will not be a simple character.

After a glance, a Ford Mustang rushed over from him. The person in the driver's seat was not familiar with the gin, but he was not unfamiliar with it. Judy Steeling, one of the FBI agents stationed in RB reported by Belmode, slowly took out his mobile phone and sent an email to Jimlet. [Mikacho xx Road is moving towards Koto Park, Shinjuku 823, FBI agent-gin - gin]

Ten seconds later, Jimlet called, "The outsiders have already stared at it," Jimlet's tone was a little excited, "There are too many fish in the park, and it is not convenient to surround them."

"Preferred to complete the task," Gin glanced at the real-time location of Judy who was sent to his mailbox by the organization members. "FBI people, isn't there one."

The next second after hanging up the phone, another phone call came in, "Hey, Gin, I saw that fbi," Stinger's voice suppressed his excitement, "There are a few other fish."

"Don't make too much noise when you make a move." Gin was too lazy to lift her eyelids.

"I know... Of course I know! I need your reminder?!" Stinger exploded again.

Gin hung up the phone without changing her face.

At 400 yards, the snipers organized by the organization easily completed the sniper mission. "Chianti, Colum, you evacuate as planned," Jimlet wore headphones and looked at the Tokyo map in his hand. "Take the fish to the destination, and someone will pick you up in the middle."

“Ok.”

"Um."

On the other side, Judy, stared by Stinger and Chivas, successfully entered the hunting circle, "Chivas, blow up her tires! Catch them alive!" Stinger held a telescope and directed Chivas with a sniper rifle next to him.

The distance of 500 yards is impossible for Chivas to fail, and the tires are blown out of control instantly.

After all, Judy is an experienced FBI. After all, she quickly calmed down after an accident and controlled the steering wheel to stabilize the vehicle.

The two front wheels were blown up, and the car could not drive, but it was the sniper's living target. Judy was about to notify her companion when she was pressed against her neck with a dagger. The cold touch penetrated into the bone marrow through her skin.
Chapter completed!