Facts have proved that these primitive residents can survive in such a place until now because of a brush. Those dense ants have bypassed the village. Even if some ants break in, they will not approach people. The three of Gin and Jiu looked at the ground.

The neatly arranged ants are silent.

For some unknown reason, these ants are huge in size. Rows of ants are like soldiers, walking unswervingly towards the large army.

The ant pressure lasted for about fifteen minutes. When the ants left, the villagers who had hidden in the house came out again and lived as usual, and the uninvited guests quietly left.

"This stuff smells really bad." After they were far away from the village, the crow finally showed an unbearable expression, "It feels like it took a bite..."

"Shut up." Blue Whale decisively interrupted Crow's words, leaving the last word unsaid, "I feel like going out to clean up."

In unison, they rushed on their way quickly, and even though they encountered some troubles, the three of them still managed to leave the Sea of ​​Death on the fourth day. The food and water had been exhausted, and they still had that sticky, ugly dark green color on their bodies.

Unknown objects.

In total, Gin has been missing for another half a month. Belmode should also have found out the information about Keir's location. Gin took a moment to think about the organization, and then

I found that compared to the actions he carried out secretly, organizing those actions was just like playing. There was no special environmental interference, no extreme weather effects, no dangerous animals entangled, and there were backups with supplies and equipment to retreat... It was pretty good.

It's not like they are being robbed by a group of people at gunpoint. Three dirty men looked at the off-road vehicle in front of them expressionlessly. As for the six people in the car, it's trivial. Two people per person can be solved in minutes.

Already.

"I have a lot of good stuff on me. If you want to live, hand it over." The leading man carried a submachine gun, and the others pointed their guns at the three men who looked like they were on the verge of death.

"Tsk." Crow chuckled, his eyes turned cold, and he took action like lightning.

Ten seconds later, three people were enjoying food on an off-road vehicle. On the ground were six corpses, two with their heads twisted off, two with large holes in their chests, and two with blood marks on their necks.

"It's so nice to have a car." Crow stepped on the accelerator of the off-road vehicle to the bottom, raising a burst of sand. Gin and Blue Whale sat in the back seat, leisurely. There wasn't much food and water in the off-road vehicle, but it was enough for the three of them to eat and drink.

, "Yo ho!" the crow laughed, galloping in the desert.

They haven't received any news from White Wolf for so many days, and the probability of him being alive is close to zero. However, life and death are normal conditions for them, and they really don't know which one will come first, tomorrow or the accident.

With the off-road vehicle speeding along, the seven-day road trip was compressed into one day. The three people took turns driving. Although the off-road vehicle ran out of gas in the end, it was not far out of the desert.

"Let's stop here," the three dirty people stopped, and the crow laughed heartily, "I will let you know when there is news."

The three people walked in three different directions, their figures looking lonely and proud.

I finally found a small town, but I was repeatedly turned away. The reason was that the unknown dark green liquid on my body really smelled too bad, and Gin had been rolling around in the sand for the past few days.

Climb, looking like a homeless man.

I finally found a shabby little shop, and after paying a higher price, the owner reluctantly accepted the gin.

The first thing you do when entering the hotel is to check the environment to see if there are bugs or monitors. Then you take off your camouflage clothes that are no longer visible, clean them, and take a shower to feel refreshed. Even if the environment here is too bad, gin will not be used.

If you stay here for too long, clean yourself a little. Their camouflage uniforms are made of waterproof materials, so cleaning them is relatively easy.

Leave the town, take Sanbengzi to another slightly larger town, then take the bus to leave here, take a few days train to reach the city, change your clothes and face, take a ship to the local capital, and then take the

The plane returned and had to transfer on the way. I stayed at the airport for more than ten hours, changed my identity several times, and went around in a circle before finally returning to rb.

Gin packed up his equipment, ran to his private apartment, took a thorough shower, rescued his silver hair from the black hair cover, and waited until the smell of rolling in a cesspit was completely gone.

Feeling refreshed both physically and mentally, I wiped my hair and left the bathroom.

I changed my phone card back, turned on the TV to watch the news, listened to the local news and checked my emails, and made lunch for myself. Nothing major happened in the organization. Keir's location was confirmed to be at Aipido Central Hospital, and the specific room has not yet been confirmed.

Let a peripheral member sneak in to find out the news.

Gin took a sip of boiled water. He had been eating irregularly recently and couldn't overeat, as this would easily lead to problems.

[Photographed the list of residents in the hospital.——gin]

【ok, you are back?——vermouth】

Gin didn't respond. He drank boiled water and looked at the videos on his laptop. That was a scene in Stone City. The next one was a scene in a primitive village. The first video was about rescuing Belmod before.

At that base, several videos were encrypted and stored. Gin was leaning on the sofa with his legs crossed, his eyes were dull and empty.

The phone vibrated, Gin gave him a stingy look, and connected to the familiar number.

"Gin, we are in some trouble, can you come pick us up?" Although the situation is not a favorable one, Belmod's voice still contains a smile, and it seems that the problem is not serious.

"Where?" Gin's voice still lacked any emotion, and it was impossible to tell that he hadn't had a good sleep for a long time. How could Gin sleep with his eyes closed in such a dangerous death zone?

The spirit of slowing down is already the limit.

Belmode reported an address, "Hurry up~" the ending sound was rising, full of teasing meaning.

Gin thought about it for a moment. Belmod didn't dare to ask for help and let him go, but since he dared to speak like this, it wasn't a big problem, but did the organization have any troublesome tasks recently?

Belmode was sitting on the motorcycle, with a smile in his aqua eyes, looking at the embarrassed guy in front of him. Bourbon was standing not far away. No matter how angry he was in his heart, he always looked gentle on the surface.

appearance.

The yellow McLaren 600lt was parked aside, with Gin holding a cigarette in his mouth and looking calmly at the man who must have been tortured. One eye was blinded by something unknown and was bleeding.

"Who is he?" Gin held the cigarette in his left hand and flicked the ashes, showing no empathy for the man's misery.

"A mouse caught by Margaret." Belmode lit a cigarette, with a look of insouciance that was exactly the same as Gin's, "Aren't you responsible for organizing the undercover screening? Have you been called over?

Something wrong?"

Gin's mission is indeed a bit messy, and searching for undercover agents is part of his responsibility. However, having said that, Gin rarely investigates a person personally. If he really searches seriously, there will definitely be a bloody storm within the organization.

"Interrogation is not my job." Gin did not approach the man whose limbs were twisted, "Have you tortured me?"

"Gin, do you have any misunderstandings about me?" The corner of Belmod's mouth twitched. How could she be so bloody and cruel to make a person look like this, "Codename Sidecar, originally belonged to Margaret...

My boyfriend turned out to be a rat, and this is what he looked like when I came over."

"Throw it to Jinfish." Gin raised his eyes and said, "It's time to leave. We've stayed here for too long."

The question came, who would take him away? Belmode was riding a motorcycle, Gin was unwilling to dirty his bike, and Bourbon... Ginphis still had an apparent identity, so it was not convenient for Bourbon to take him there directly.

"An unknown vehicle is approaching." The voices of Colon and Chianti rang in the earbuds. Gin glanced at the half-dead man on the ground and threw a bomb on the other person.

"Someone is coming, retreat first."

Two cars and a motorcycle left in different directions, with deafening explosions behind them. Since Margaret tortured the sidecar, she should have found out something, but why did the sidecar appear in such a place?

Did he escape and was intercepted by Belmod or...

On the other side, on the white Mazda rx-7 fd3s, Toru Amuro did not hide his gloomy expression. There was overwhelming anger in his purple-gray eyes. The sidecar's original name was Shun Saito, and he was an undercover agent of the RB Public Security Bureau. Looking at

His colleagues were tortured like this by those guys, and Toru Amuro was trying his best to control his anger. If something strange appeared and he couldn't explain it clearly, he would end up in that same situation.

Jianggu Ling is not afraid of sacrifice, but he is not willing to sacrifice for no reason. He can die, but he must die with value!

A motorcycle appeared next to him. Toru Amuro turned around. It was Belmod. Fortunately, he had a privacy film on his car window, which restrained all his anger. Toru Amuro changed his face in a second, with a gentle smile on his face, and pressed

He got out of the car window and asked, "Is something wrong?"

"Do you have time in the evening?" Belmod's voice could not be heard clearly through the helmet, "come with me to the mall?"

"Of course." Toru Amuro controlled the steering wheel, "But don't you have a mission at night?"

"Forget it," Belmod changed. The helmet blocked her face and her expression could not be seen. Although her voice was filled with regret, only she knew what the thousand-faced witch was thinking. "Another day."

Let’s go again.”

After saying hello, Bermod rode away on his motorcycle. Toru Amuro returned the car window with an incomprehensible expression. He didn't think that Bermod had forgotten that he had a mission at night, so why did she ask him if he had time?
Chapter completed!