Ekai Hondo, a CIA undercover agent who infiltrated the organization under the pseudonym Reina Minami and obtained the code name Kiel, had no idea that the man driving the car had considered her father's identity.

She was still guessing about the identity of gin. Gin is one of the eight major spirits and is known as the "heart of cocktails." It seems that the status of the person in front of her should be quite high. Just now, Bell Mode was standing behind him.

Mod is one of the core members of the organization, and the man codenamed "gin" is the last of the three core members, but the organization has never heard of him at all, and has never seen him before.

What's the mission?

Gin went directly to the organization base. Kil needed a physical examination. While waiting for the results, Gin took out his mobile phone and sent an email to the person. After waiting for a while, he received an expected call as expected.

"Gin, have you dealt with her?" The adult was surprised and unsure.

"Not yet," Gin leaned against the wall with an incomprehensible expression, but without any good intentions, just like a devil playing in the world, not caring about the disaster he caused, "She is still useful, isn't she."

Probably sensing the carelessness in Gin's words, the gentleman was silent for a while and said, "Gin, a person's life or death is not determined by his worthiness."

Gin was stunned for a moment, as if he didn't expect that person's focus to be directed to this place. He chuckled lightly, without any emotion or resistance, "I know."

He knows that people live because they are alive, and it has nothing to do with whether they are useful or not. However, in his eyes, people can be divided into valuable and worthless people. The former may live longer, and they can also be divided into enemies and others.

People, the former will never stop until death.

"It's not important," Gin whispered. From the corner of his eye, he glanced at the report sheet in the hand of Kil, who had just come out of the room, and added lightly, "Boss."

The gentleman immediately realized that someone was coming, changed his voice, and his tone became more formal, "Come to the conference room."

Gin stared at the hung up phone for a second, then stretched out his hand towards Keir. Reina Mizuno was stunned for a moment before handing him the report sheet. The blue cat eyes flickered slightly. She heard Gin shouting "boss" when she just came out.

, Gin has that person’s contact information?!

Gin glanced at the report sheet. It was not a big problem. He just needed to rest for a while. He took out a lighter and burned the paper report sheet. The red flames reflected in his pine green eyes, adding a bit of strange danger.

"Take care of your public identity and find a way to go back by yourself." Gin waited until the report sheet turned to ashes before speaking, and walked towards the inside of the organization's stronghold. Shui Wulian knew that he was in contact with that gentleman.

"...Kiel's identity is very suspicious." In the conference room, Gin finished his conjecture concisely, "But I don't have any concrete evidence now."

On the big screen, an elegant and easy-going man also leaned on the chair, with a pile of documents piled up in front of him, "Then don't worry about it for now. After all, Keir's ability is pretty good."

"How did it feel to face off against the FBI for the first time?"

Gin was silent for a while, thinking about the cover-up behavior of the FBI people that was full of flaws. Although they wanted to send Keir back, this plan was too crude. Let him, who had previously imagined n many ways to hide, follow this

Like a fool.

Probably sensing something from Gin's silence, the gentleman chuckled, stretched his body, and said, "You'll get used to it."

"In addition, I have a task for you," the gentleman put away his casualness. Gin also stood up from the chair in the conference room, as straight as a pine tree. At this time, they were not friends who could chat casually, but

He is the boss of the organization and the ace killer of the organization, "I want you..."

Gin walked out of the conference room with a normal expression, but in his heart he was thinking about the confidential task assigned by the person. This task is not urgent, and he needs to find the right person, otherwise he might as well not execute it.

"Gin," Belmode stood outside the conference room, holding a slender women's cigarette in his hand, blowing out a smoke ring, his aqua eyes flickering slightly, "You are doubting Kiel."

"Is there anything else?" Gin didn't answer this question. He didn't have any definite evidence at the moment, but for him, these inferences could basically confirm Kil's undercover identity. As for the evidence, it was just a matter of whether he wanted to investigate or not.

"Yes." There was a bit of complexity in Belmod's eyes, and then he returned to his usual sweet smile.

Gin glanced at Bellmod and made a vague guess. The two core members of the organization were sitting on the sofa in Bellmod's apartment. Bellmod was silent for a while while holding the wine glass before speaking, "About Xiao Yin."

Belmode is simply worried about Kurosawa Gin's safety. After all, she and Gin are both people in the dark. If someone finds out Kurosawa Gin's information, it will inevitably threaten the two of them, and now Gin and

Belmod has participated in the organization's mission, and has been noticed by members of the organization and the FBI. There is a big question mark over Kurosawa Gin's safety.

Gin swung the red wine glass, his eyes were half-closed, and his tone was very calm, "What do you want?" In other words, what can you do to cut off all contact with Kurosawa Gin? Let's not talk about whether the brat agrees or not.

To better explain Kurosawa Gin's identity problem; let Kurosawa Gin change his identity? Then in this life

They are all spent in constant face-changing; let the members of the organization secretly protect him? Is there anyone who is reliable? This is tantamount to exposing the existence of Kurosawa Gin to the eyes of the organization members... In any case, Kurosawa

It's impossible for Yindu to completely avoid danger, and besides, the kid doesn't usually go anywhere safely.

"It's not like he knows nothing or doesn't understand anything. There's no need." Compared to Belmod, Gin is more rational, or indifferent. There is nothing wrong with this current state. Belmod is completely unfounded.

Putting down the untouched sip of red wine in his hand, he said in a cold voice, "It's useless to think about the future now."

Belmode sighed, a smile appeared in his aqua eyes, he held the red wine glass in front of Gin, and said in a charming and beguiling voice, "Are you going to spend the night here tonight?"

Gin pushed away the face that was close to his ear and left expressionlessly, "You are so heartless~" Belmod shook the wine glass, leaving traces of liquid on the wall of the glass, and the beautiful blond woman's eyebrows

Smiling.

Gin was standing on the roadside after leaving the apartment. It was already past eleven o'clock in the evening. The streets were almost empty. There were very few cars. The street lights were still working, illuminating a dark area. Gin was dressed in black.

, walking along the street to his villa, in front of him is an asphalt road, exquisite buildings, flowers, trees, street trends, and street lights.

It wasn't particularly bright, but it was enough to illuminate the road. For a moment, Gin seemed to see another world, a dilapidated and smoke-filled world. There were no glamorous passers-by, only refugees in ragged clothes, and nothing exquisite.

There are only desolate and collapsed ruins of buildings - it is a war-torn world.

Probably because of the unstable current, the streetlight flickered slightly. Gin came back to his senses. The quiet and prosperous world was still in front of him. After a long silence, Gin took steps again.

Gin's memory is a little abnormal. As long as he has experienced it, he can remember it. In other words, he will not forget it. This is a very scary and painful thing. He actively and passively accepts all the information from the outside world. In the end, he will not forget it.

At the beginning, his brain couldn't bear it at all. He had headaches all day long and couldn't live a normal life at all. But even in such pain, he never learned to forget. Later, Gin learned to store memories and learned to remain silent.

"Meow!" As soon as Gin walked into the pet shop, a black ball kept meowing. Kazilan's big eyes were full of tears, and she pulled the cage with her paws. The moment the staff opened the cage, the black ball meowed.

He threw himself on Gin, his big eyes were constantly weeping. Compared to two months ago, Black Ball was now a bit thinner.

After settling the foster care fee, Gin took the black ball back to the villa, "Meow." Black Ball followed Gin's legs, and the silver-haired man scratched Black Ball's ears with his fingers, sitting on the sofa.

Sit all night.

It probably took too long to throw the black ball to the pet shop this time. Ever since Gin brought the black ball back, the little guy has been following Gin, never leaving. "Two boxes of jiloises." Gin knocked on the counter with a very serious look.

The shopkeeper stared at the TV. He handed Gin two packs of cigarettes with one hand and took the money with the other. He never took his eyes off the TV from the beginning to the end.

Gin had no curiosity and was not interested in what the shopkeeper was looking at. He tore open the plastic, took out a cigarette, lit it, blew out a smoke ring, and took out his mobile phone to read his emails.

After flicking the ashes from his cigarette, Gin deleted the email and sent it to another person. He didn't quite understand why the person appointed Keir to complete this task. After all, whether the task succeeded or failed, it would not be of any benefit to the organization.

Kil has been closely monitored by the organization recently, with a locator installed on his body, a bug in his cell phone, and members of the organization watching him. It can be said that his every move is being monitored. Gin did not tell that person what he based his speculation on.

Gin is an undercover agent. There are some things that Gin doesn't want others to know, such as his memory, his five senses, and his past.

...that gentleman didn't know much about the real information about Gin. All the information about Gin in the organization was made up by Gin himself. Seven points are false and three points are true. It can be said that except for Gin himself,

Admittedly, the other information is a mixture of true and false, pieced together using the experiences of different people to create a perfect information.
Chapter completed!