In the warehouse filled with darkness, a blue light suddenly lit up, flickered and dimmed.

It was Gin's phone.

An encrypted message from the organization popped up on the screen: Curacao is dead.

Of course, it doesn't matter whether it is encrypted or not. Now the whole world knows that Curacao is dead, dying to save people.

Qin Jiu didn't even look at his phone, he leaned lazily on the wall, his long legs were bent and his waist was arched, but somehow it gave people the feeling of lying upright, every inch of his skin from head to toe was engraved with " tired".

He is really tired.

Forgot which year he joined the organization, Gin only vaguely remembered that it was a cloudy day, and he was brought by Belmode from the orphanage to the British branch of the organization, and asked him a question before entering the door.

"Do you want to live in this world forever?"

"...I want to have a full meal."

Gin couldn't remember Belmode's expression at that time, but he knew that was his true thought. His original purpose of joining the organization was just to have enough food.

For this trivial goal, he has devoted himself to the organization for many years, conscientiously doing work inside and outside his duties, regardless of life or death.His hands were stained with the blood of innocent people, and his heart was already soaked in darkness. A person like him would definitely go to hell after death.

Even if he doesn't believe in that stuff.

But even though he had already done this, the organization never seemed to believe him.The mysterious leader would rather believe the nonsense made up by Token Amuro than his investigation.

In fact, it has been like this since a long time ago.

Conan, Shirley, Amuro Toru, Akai Shuichi, and even Curacao, they can always retreat in an almost absurd way after destroying their own layout, and the reason is just a series of orders from the BOSS: Do not chase, do not entangle ...they have a point.

The evil black organization actually wants to reason with the traitor enemy?Why don't you confront the FBI when they come out to siege and knock them out with Freestyle?It also helped the organization save a sum of military expenses!

The most irritating thing is that every time I have enough time and a good opportunity to kill those gods of death who go wherever they go, but I will always be held back by my own people one second before the gun is fired, and I can only watch them calmly. Walk away and leave yourself a mess.

That's fine, but every time a person in black appears, do you want to blame them on their heads?They are transnational criminal organizations, not shelters for the elderly, weak, sick and disabled, okay?

Let’s not talk about the precarious external environment of the organization. After all, that is the standard configuration of every evil organization, but the internal environment is also a mess. Isn’t it too unfriendly to these loyalists?

At the meeting at the end of the year, he sat in a row with ghosts from various countries on his left hand. Those who didn’t know it thought he was here for a United Nations meeting; once the bad things were eliminated, his right hand would come in handy when ordering takeaways, and he polished his weapons every day. , when it came time to set out a mission, he was quicker than anyone else.The best gunman in the organization, one is him, the other is Belmode, and the others are all ancestral sunset red body stroke masters, can you believe it?

When it comes to Belmode, the spirit of gin is even more out of place.

This beautiful, mysterious and powerful woman is the victim of the APTX4869 prototype drug. Before he entered the organization, she was already the backbone of the organization, and she could be called the second in command.In the end, after being rescued once by the Shinigami elementary school student and his family Qingmei, she found the light and redemption in her life. She was in the dark, but her heart was for the light, and she quickly learned what it means to strategically release water with her extraordinary IQ. ...

Before asking him how he knew, let him sigh first, and after the sigh is over, you probably won't want to know.

In such a large organization, until today, only he and Vodka are doing things sincerely.I just want to be sincere in exchange for not responding to some treatment. Over the years, the BOSS has increasingly cut power too much, and the teammates who hide in the dark when they go out on missions are vaguely repelling and deliberately dragging their feet. To a certain extent, it represents the attitude of the organization.

They are afraid and guard against him.

Thinking of the vodka squatting in the small black room, the gin can't help but give birth to the feeling of sorrow for the death of the rabbit and the fox.

What is the need for this kind of organization to stay?Is it too late for him to do charity now, express the secrets of the organization to Conan, and then surrender?

There is no need to offset the merits and demerits, as long as his sentence is reduced from the death penalty or life imprisonment to less than 50 years, and it is enough to ensure that he can watch the sunrise outside the prison again in his lifetime.

This idea, which was originally born as a self-deprecating idea, was firmly rooted in Qin Jiu's heart as soon as it appeared, and it floated like a bullet screen from time to time, and then floated again, lingering.

He feebly pushed his bangs back to his head, and pressed his palms against his forehead. Only then did he realize that his palms had become bone-chilling cold at some point, with thin sweat, and his fingertips were so numb that he didn't feel much when he pinched them.

Does he even know his chills?

His chest was on fire, and Gin grabbed his hat and threw it against the opposite wall, got up, walked to the computer and sat down, opened the folder dedicated to the organization, and copied the criminal evidence he had collected intentionally or unintentionally into a specially encrypted file storage device .

The positioning of this stick-making organization is probably the experience baby of Akai Shuichi and others who represent justice, and they are destined to be overthrown.

Since you are not benevolent, don't blame him for being unrighteous.Anyway, he has devoted himself to the organization for so many years, and he has done his best. The heavy responsibility of accompanying the organization to die is left to the mysterious BOSS and his confidant Rum.

These materials can reduce his sentence by at least 20 years, and while the organization is still alive, he can use his efforts in charity, and he should win a sentence of less than 50 years.

50 years later, maybe there is only me, but not you.

Making a calm and ruthless decision, Gin turned his whim into practical actions, and drove to the Maori Detective Agency while the night was dark with a storage device that was enough to send everyone in the organization to heaven.

The more loyal the subordinate, the more violent the method will be if they betray.

He once joined the organization for a small reason, and sold his own life for countless years.Now, he has to make a plan for himself.

Downstairs, a simple resident, Gin looked up at the window of the house that belonged to Conan's temporary residence. It was dark inside, and several of its occupants might be dreaming sweet dreams, except for the clever little detective who was close to a demon.

He should be tossing and turning, for the tragic death of Curacao, and for the terrible black organization.

However, when he gets this information, he probably won't feel that the organization is scary, and maybe he will feel sympathy for himself.

Gin laughed at himself, threw the storage device into the office's dedicated mailbox, and drove away.

Twenty minutes later, a deafening explosion came from the outskirts of the city. The flames soaring into the sky and thick smoke that could not be concealed by the night covered half of the sky, waking up the residents.

Maori Detective Agency was far away from the suburbs, but it was shocked by the huge movement.Tossing and turning in the middle of the night, Conan, who had just fallen asleep, grabbed his glasses and got up, ran to the window and opened the curtains, looking at the thick blood-like clouds in the west, his little face suddenly turned black into charcoal.

Damn it!Could it be that the black organization did something again!

Conan thought angrily.

It's a pity that he guessed wrong. The explosion art this time had nothing to do with the organization. It was just Gin's personal behavior—he blew up his beloved car, a Porsche 356A.

Except for Akai Shuichi and Belmode, few people in the world know that Gin is a nostalgic person, and that car is his most proud collection and car. He has been using it for many years and is reluctant to replace it.

Blowing it up now is not only saying goodbye to the past, but also wanting to send a message to Conan and others - what kind of broken organization, labor and capital are reversed!

……

"...That's how things are. Congratulations to you, who came to your senses at the last moment and fulfilled the membership requirements of our Universal Sentence Reduction Foundation. Since you have committed many crimes, but you have a sincere heart to change, the Foundation has specially dispatched No. 97 VIP Commissioner ——That’s me, explaining the rules to you, you can choose: 1. Listen; 2. Turn to 1.”

Qin Jiu looked coldly at the woman in front of her with a blurred body, a sweet smile but dull eyes, drew a gun and shot her in the head, and the result was that the bullet passed through her forehead and into the wall, And she was unharmed.

Like a virtual character.

The woman kept a sweet smile and said calmly: "My real location is in the high-dimensional universe, and the weapons on the earth cannot hurt me. Now, you have two choices..."

"Tell me, what are you?" Interrupting her nonsense impatiently, Gin closed his gun, his dark eyes caught her sight, and a very oppressive bloody smell suddenly floated in the room gas.

Immersed in darkness and blood for many years, his killing intent has penetrated into the marrow of his bone marrow, and it will be apparent when he touches it. Ordinary people simply cannot withstand this kind of momentum and spiritual impact.

"As I said before, I am the No. 97 VIP correspondent of the Universal Sentence Reduction Foundation. You can call me 97." Nothing has changed until now, "You can give me a little time and let me explain the relevant matters to you."

Qin Jiu raised his eyebrows slightly, looked at her for a long time, took out the cigarette case he bought from a convenience store, tapped a cigarette and put it in his mouth, bent his right leg, and leaned lazily against the wall: "5 minutes."

The woman's dull eyes lit up with a cold metallic luster: "Thank you for your trust!"

Then he spoke eloquently.

While listening to her talk, Gin was in a trance, his drooping long eyelashes covered the frosty color of ice and snow, a little bit of fatigue was like precipitation in wine, floating lightly.

After destroying his beloved car, he found a nearby hotel to stay in, and planned to rest for one night before finding another place tomorrow.Japan can't stay here anymore. Once Conan gets the information, the organization will definitely know that he betrayed them, and take this place as the focus of the search, and try their best to find his whereabouts.

In addition, the FBI group will not let him go. Shuichi Akai, who regards him as "an old enemy as close as a lover", will try his best to organize and find him first. This is the guy's consistent thinking.

But it doesn't matter, Gin has already arranged a retreat. There will be a helicopter flying to Italy at noon tomorrow. It is the paralyzed tracker, and the latter journey is the real destination.

The information was encrypted, and even if Conan got it, it would take a certain amount of time to decipher it. The organization would not have thought that he had chosen to defect before he knew the information was leaked.In this way, he can make a beautiful time difference. As long as he operates well, getting out is not a problem.

Qin Jiu's wishful thinking was crackling, but he didn't expect a mysterious woman to appear in the hotel room where he was staying. At first, he thought it was an organization spy, and he didn't even think about backhanding, so he fired a dozen shots... But she said she What is the VIP correspondent of the "Universal Sentence Reduction Foundation"?

What kind of black humor is this?

"...Universal Sentence Commutation Foundation, the full name of the Heinous and Sincerely Repentant People in this Universe Apply for the Planetary Sentence Commutation Intermediary Public Welfare Foundation, as the name suggests, it is a fund for those who have committed serious mistakes and have repentance to apply for legal commutation appeals Yes. This is a public welfare project bid by the high-dimensional universe for all races of the low-dimensional universe, and you, Mr. Gin, are the one thousand and eighth qualified person."

"The association adheres to the concept of biological dignity, and has carefully designed more than 300 commutation projects, including but not limited to saving the world, saving the nation, rushing out of the earth, and transforming civilization, etc. There are several detailed rules under each major project. Every time a detailed rule is completed, the legal penalty borne by the participant can be reduced as appropriate, up to 800 years (the number fluctuates according to the specific number of penalties and the lifespan of the race)."

"According to our investigation, although Mr. Qin Jiu committed a heinous crime and had blood on his hands, he repented in time. He not only escaped from the quagmire by himself, but also collected criminal evidence from his previous organization and handed it over to the police, greatly speeding up the process of its destruction. Therefore, our side It is judged that you can obtain the qualification for commutation of sentence by completing the 'Doomsday Charity' project."

As soon as the woman finished speaking, Gin just finished smoking a cigarette, and quietly crushed the cigarette end and kicked it into the trash can.

Without raising his head, he raised his hand casually, and fired another shot at the woman with a "snap", but it had no effect as expected.

"What you said just now, even if it is true, I don't need it." The left hand holding the gun hangs loosely, Qin Jiu parted his bangs, revealing dark green eyes with two clusters of poisonous fire burning in the pupils. "I will use my own way to get what I want, you guys, what right do you have to dictate to me?"

It is his usual style to be cold and conceited.

After finishing speaking, Qin Jiu turned around and strode towards the door, not bothering to pay attention to that woman at all.

In his opinion, maybe what the woman said was true, but it was also possible that she was just a set program, the foreshadowing of a well-planned conspiracy, and wanted to use him to achieve other goals.He has never been in the habit of handing over his life to other people. He is not qualified to be as powerful as Belmode. A projection, why?

"Of the criminal information you handed over, more than 80.00% are closely related to you, and the remaining 20.00% are caused by you." The woman's slow words were like a breeze, blowing the ice stripped from the snow mountain, Freeze his hasty steps.

Seeing that the gin was still in place, the corners of her lips raised a little bit with effort, and she continued: "Why don't you try? Anyway, you won't suffer any losses, even if you are cheated, you will have nothing to lose. Too bad, what do you have to hesitate?"

"This world needs you. After all, there are some things that those who are innocent can't do." The woman said softly in a persuasive tone, "Do you want to spend most of the rest of your life in prison?" ever?"

The bangs that were pulled back from his head slid back to their original place, covering Gin's green eyes.

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