No matter what the two mystics Bourbon and Belmode were thinking, Gin was not interested in the night's mission. After taking a look at the mission information, he threw it aside and focused on the weird audio.

If you use a computer to identify it, it should be a password melody.

But because the audio was damaged, it was impossible to identify the specific melody. If this was not important, then the most important thing was that Gin felt that this melody was somewhat familiar, as if he had heard it somewhere, but his memory was a bit fuzzy - this

It's quite rare for Gin. All his vague memories are of the time before joining the organization, that dark and depressing time.

There was a time when he was groggy all day long due to the effect of the medicine. He didn't know whether it was a dream or reality. He was not very clear-headed and his memory was relatively vague.

That was also the memory that Gin never wanted to recall.

After listening to the audio, I started modeling and used the computer to recreate the palace hidden in the Sea of ​​Death in 3D. The palace was very large and I did not conduct a detailed search at that time. I just wandered around and took some gold and silver jewelry.

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After cleaning up the yellow sand on the jewelry, they finally revealed their true colors. They were all pure in color. One was white and flawless, one was as black as ink, and the other was green. After putting the three gems away, Gin glanced at the sky.

After dinner, it was time to go on a mission again. There had been a lot of trouble recently, and he didn't get much rest.

To be honest, Gin didn't understand why he had to command a group of people to complete a task that he could complete alone. There were people in front and behind to collect intelligence, there were people in the middle who were responsible for tracking, and there were people who were responsible for cleaning up, one-stop service.

The task really had no technical content. Ginjiu sat in the car from beginning to end and commanded remotely. He even just assigned the task and nothing happened. However, Ginjiu still made a mistake - an extremely speechless mistake.

"Is there any trouble over there at Vodka?" Gin briefly recalled the task he had assigned to Vodka. He knew that the big guy had slow reaction times and was not strong in melee combat, so he just asked him to get the information. How could there be a problem?

"I don't know why there are people surrounding me." Belmod frowned slightly. She and Bourbon were relatively relaxed. After all, their combat effectiveness was high, but Vodka was more miserable. "I don't know which organization they are from."

The culprit, Toru Amuro, is the same as usual, and the death of Sidecar is still replaying in front of his eyes. Toru Amuro can't take action against Belmod or Gin now, but he can still kill a Vodka and a few peripheral members to vent his anger.

Gin didn't know what Bourbon was thinking. He only felt a headache. "You guys retreat first." After getting off the car, he had no expression, but inexplicably one could feel his helplessness.

"You want to go there?" Belmod stopped Gin, "This place has been noticed, and people will be around soon." It's not worth it for Vodka. Vodka is just an ordinary high-level employee who is relatively good at IT and driving.

Gin is one of the three core members and a close confidant of that person. In any case, vodka is not worth Gin's risk.

Gin ignored Belmode's dissuasion and pressed the earphone, "Chianti, Colon, retreat."

Belmod put on his helmet and started the accelerator, "I know I can't stop you, just be careful."

Toru Amuro sat in the driver's seat and secretly sent an email to his subordinates. Originally, he just wanted to catch the vodka. Since the gin was delivered to his door, what reason was there not to catch him?

Leaving the sight of Bourbon and Belmode, Gin's lips moved slightly and he scurried toward his destination like a cheetah.

On the other side, Vodka is struggling to hold on, with wounds all over his body. He knows very well that he has no advantage among the senior leaders of the organization. He is not smart, cannot flatter, and does not have any extremely cutting-edge abilities. If

If something unexpected happens, he will definitely be given up.

However, he is still not willing to give in. His reaction is indeed slower than others, his brain is not flexible, and his fighting ability is not strong, but he still wants to live.

Are you going to die like this?

Are you going to die?

The magazine was empty again. Vodka's vision was already a little blurry, caused by excessive blood loss. Looking at the wave of people appearing out of nowhere in front of him, Vodka suddenly gave up. Those who he couldn't beat were out of bullets.

There is no way he can beat five against one.

However, after waiting for a long time, he still didn't feel death. Vodka raised his head, and a tall and thin black figure stood in front of him, with one hand in his pocket and the other holding a gun. He casually ended the lives of those people without the other party even having a chance to react.

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The silver-haired man looked at him condescendingly, with calm eyes. He grabbed his collar and dragged him away. He left before the RB police who had been reported by Toru Amuro arrived. Although Gin was not afraid of the police, he was not afraid of the police.

Willing to cause trouble.

It was already three days later when Vodka regained consciousness. He was lying in the organization's medical room with bandages all over his body. There was no one in the medical room. Don't think about angels in white in the organization. Just make sure you don't die. Serve

Attitude is not important.

Vodka rolled his eyes and fixed his gaze on the table beside the table - that was the key to the Porsche 356a.

Having sorted out the recent troubles, Gin can finally sleep in the apartment. Although he lost a yellow McLaren 600lt, it doesn't matter. It's just a supercar. If you have money, you can buy another one.

One car, and he was not short of money.

That's right, because Vodka was too injured and passed out, Gin could only be a driver once and could only drive away one car. The other one would naturally be blown up. Gin chose to keep Vodka's Porsche 356a, which was destroyed.

His own supercar, after all, the Vodka car has a bit of commemorative significance, and his car is purely a means of transportation.

After Gin felt comfortable sleeping, he took a slow bath, changed his clothes, sat in front of the desk and stared at the black wired headphones in silence for a long time.

The high-tech headphones were eventually destroyed in Gin's hands, along with the box that connected them.

It is undeniable that he is more comfortable wearing headphones, but that comfort zone is not suitable for him. He is used to silence. Once he takes off the headphones, he needs to adapt to the noisy environment again, which will give him a headache because of his inability to adapt.

For example, a person who is nearsighted but never wears glasses suddenly wears a pair of glasses one day. The suddenly clear world will make it difficult for the brain to adjust in a short period of time. It doesn't matter to ordinary people, just take some time to adapt, but for him

No, in a master's duel, every second counts, and he doesn't have time to adapt. Therefore, instead of being comfortable wearing headphones, it is better to live in noise from the beginning.

Completely destroying the headphones, Gin leaned back on his chair, adapting to this noisy world that was extremely familiar to him but also a little strange.

Gin slowly put on his shoes and went downstairs to leave the apartment. Without the noise canceling of the headphones, all the sounds in the city were amplified. Gin was still as casual as ever, wandering around the roadside in black, standing in the park under the shade of trees,

Watching a group of children playing and playing not far away, couples in love, and an old man stretching his muscles and looking dull - he stood in the commotion, but was out of tune with it.

Gin wanders the streets and alleys during the day and hides in bars and nightclubs at night. While adapting to the noisy scene, he hides himself from the crowd. Gin likes to be quiet, but he runs to noisy places every day, not knowing who he is torturing.

But no matter what mental journey Gin went through, he still looked careless, cold and distant when he decided to rescue Keir.

While letting people install small bombs at the station near Mihua Central Hospital, and at the same time letting people poison the shopping mall, they packaged and sent express packages to various wards of Mihua Central Hospital - the room numbers and names were all secretly photographed by the outside member who sneaked into the hospital.

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In an instant, a large number of people poured into the hospital. Gin sat in the passenger seat of the Porsche 356a, staring at the red dot on the computer screen indifferently. As for why it was the Porsche 356a, you have to ask Vodka. At the beginning of this mission,

The idiot Vodka called Gin directly and said that he had caused Gin to lose a car and he was willing to compensate Gin for the Porsche 356a. When he heard Gin say that he didn't need a car, he was very positive.

Acted as a driver.

To be honest, if Vodka behaves like this on other people, such as Jimlet, his motives will definitely be suspected. After all, the driver controls the lives of the people in the car. Although Gin didn't react at first, he just took Vodka casually.

, this guy’s thoughts are too good to guess. Of course, the most important thing is that if Gin wants to leave, no one can trap him.

"Brother...brother," Vodka called hesitantly. Gin glanced at Vodka without correcting his title, "What are we going to do next?"

"Wait." Gin took out a cigarette and took advantage of people pouring into the hospital to deliver packages. The FBI did not have the energy and manpower to investigate every package, so it would naturally give those packages an opportunity to hand over a bomb and other flowers.

The FBI command will naturally cause the FBI to pay attention to those packages. It would be too boring if the FBI did not discover the bomb.

Watching the red dots on the computer screen begin to move, Gin flicked the ashes of his cigarette carelessly. This was the first time he had really fought against the FBI since he came back. Before that, he had only read mission reports and the last one.

FBI remote sniping.

Most of the red dots on the screen began to move. Gin knocked on the computer and sent a video to the website. An interview instantly appeared on the computer in the hospital:
Chapter completed!