Gin is doing charity again today [Comprehensive]

Gin spent three decadent days in the warehouse.

Watching movies on the computer to pass the time, maxing out a few popular online games, and relying on takeaway for all three meals, he is even more of an otaku than an otaku.

Belmode stayed with him every step of the way, except for occasionally complaining about the unpalatable takeaway, he didn't say a few words to him at other times.The two stayed in the same space and did their own thing. Even if they had few conversations, the atmosphere was not dull, but rather warm.

...Of course, in fact, most of it is due to the BGM that is broadcast from Gin's mobile phone from time to time.

However, although they stayed at home, they were aware of what happened in the organization during the past three days, including the fact that Vodka confirmed under the remote command of Gin that "Zhuxingda" was the FBI's Shuichi Akai, and Keir's identity was doubtful. And tonight, Kiel executed Zhu Xingdai and so on outside the woods on the outskirts of the city.

Other things are fine, but the execution of Zhu Xingda is a major event, which involves the identities of two members of the organization, so we must be cautious.

This is also the main event that Gin and Belmode want to watch.

Rolling up the last chopsticks and stuffing the noodles into his mouth, Gin threw the disposable chopsticks and plastic bowl into the trash can.The video on the computer screen was just finished, so he pressed the off button casually, got up and stretched.

Belmode, who was lying on the sofa reading a book, heard the movement and asked without looking back: "Are you going?"

"Not together?" Picking up the car keys on the table, Qin Jiu put on his coat and walked past her.

Belmode pointed his lower lip and tilted his head to look at him with a smile: "Would you like me to follow you?"

"Whether I want to or not, it shouldn't be an important thing to you." With a twist of the key ring, Gin stepped on the bright light and walked into the darkness outside the door. But he had no intention of waiting for her at all.

"Ok."

With red lips curled up, Bellmode followed Gin slowly in high heels. Seeing that he was rarely going to drive by himself, he sat in the passenger seat and curled up his long legs in an uncomfortable position.

Although Qin Jiu regards his car as his life, he seldom drives it himself, and always asks others to do it for him.As long as the people in the organization have been with him, they have all practiced good driving skills, and all of them are well-deserved old drivers.

But not liking to drive does not mean poor driving skills. He used to be a strong player in the racing circuit, and he was one of the top ten fighters in world-class competitions. It's just that he tends to use his brain to solve problems a lot of times, and doesn't waste any time.

Start the engine, drive on the road, Gin put his foot on the accelerator, and rushed forward with a desperate momentum, overtaking countless cars on the way, causing bursts of piercing horns.

Belmode whistled happily: "Wow, now you really have the vigor to gallop the field ten years ago. I thought I would never see that kind of gin again."

"Instead of holding on to old impressions, it's better to open your eyes and see the changed people around you."

Gin's words sounded like nonsense at first glance, and it wasn't his usual style, so Belmode rested his chin and looked at him thoughtfully.

I don't know if it's an illusion, but she always feels that the person sitting next to her is very different from before, with less edges and corners, and not so indifferent. If it wasn't for the change in appearance and temperament, she would even wonder if someone who didn't have eyes would kill him He took his place.

"You are much gentler." Leaning close to Gin, Belmode scratched his chin like teasing a stray cat, "It's not like the Gin I know."

Gin didn't pay attention to her, and glanced sideways at the police car attached to the rear of the car intentionally or unintentionally, raised his toes slightly, let off the accelerator first, and then stepped down hard, like an antique Porsche. After rushing out, leaving a large cloud of smoke and dust, it quickly disappeared in several consecutive turns ahead.

At this time, outside the woods in the suburbs, Akai Shuichi, whose identity was exposed, was escorted by several members of the organization and waited for the arrival of the judge. Keel leaned on the front of the car, kicking the gravel with his bent legs, most of his face was hidden in the night , gloomy and cold.

Vodka bit his cigar, looked down at his watch, and said vaguely, "It's almost time."

"Don't you wait for Mr. Gin?" the person holding Akai Shuichi's arm asked softly.

"The boss has arrived."

Vodka lifted the mirror frame and pointed behind him.Just at this time, the Porsche 356A, which has almost become Gin's status symbol, spun to a stop behind Akai Shuichi. After the dust from the rear of the car subsided, Gin and Belmode also got out of the car.

Akai Shuichi, who kept his head down and said nothing, finally reacted.He tilted his head to look at Gin who was holding on to the car door, his chin was raised proudly, and there were slightly violent fluctuations in his calm eyes.

There are provocations, indifference, and sarcasm, but there is no affection that Gin has long been used to.

It seems that Shuichi Akai in the illusion doesn't like "gin".

Gin waved his hand, Vodka immediately led the others away tactfully, only Keir and Belmode stayed where they were.

Akai Hideichi, whose wrists were tied up with hemp rope, didn't seem to know what fate he was about to face. He straightened his slightly bent back and looked at Gin, and even raised his tied hand to greet him: "Hey, Gin, haven't seen you for a long time."

Gin walked past him without paying attention, and stretched out his right hand to Keel's eyes.Kiel raised his eyebrows in surprise, but without asking any further questions, he took out the gun neatly and threw it at him.

After catching the pistol, he turned around and pointed the muzzle of the gun at Akai Shuichi's temple.

"You want to kill me yourself?" Chi Jingxiu didn't change his face.

"Can't you?" When it's time to play tricks, Gin can't lose to anyone, "Although killing you will dirty my hands, but my hands are dirty enough, not worse than yours."

Akai Shuichi's expression changed slightly, and the killing intent suddenly arose.But before he could open his mouth, Gin moved the gun away and threw it back to Kiel: "Forget it, you should do it. Acting is a must for a qualified actor, and you should do it the most. clear."

Kiel clenched his back teeth, and Akai Shukazu narrowed his eyes.

He meant something, and he pointed to the most important point, especially the way he swung the others back, making the two suspect that he already knew their plan.

If it wasn't for the unfathomable Belmode standing by, if it wasn't for not being sure of Gin's true intentions, they would have been unable to restrain themselves and attacked long ago.

How could a mere rope hold the FBI's trump card.

"Let's get started." Gin took a few steps back to make way for Kiel.

Kiel slowly closed his fingers, held the hand temperature pistol with gin remaining, and came to Akai Shuichi.The muzzle of the gun rested on his forehead, and Kiel held the trigger with his index finger, pressing down with more force.

Time was almost frozen, and the air stopped flowing. The three of them stared at the gun with six eyes, waiting for Keel to pull the trigger.

There was a "bang" gunshot that startled countless flying forest birds, a blood hole appeared in front of Akai Shuichi's forehead, and at the same time a stream of blood spurted out from the back of his head, he calmly closed his eyes and fell down.

Keir put away the gun, blew on the light smoke from the gun mouth, threw him, who was breathless, into the car he was driving, and pressed the timer bomb switch on the back seat.

"Aren't you going to check?" Belmode asked with a smile.

After closing the car door, Keel turned his head slightly and looked at Gin from the corner of his eye, as if waiting for him to make a decision.Gin shrugged, although he didn't speak, his expression gave the answer.

Belmode smiled: "Okay, let's see it through."

……

In the deepest part of the corridor, there is a laboratory that does not turn on the light for a long time. It is the largest laboratory in the fortress, but there is only a glass vessel used to keep the monster in it.

Compared to the size of a normal vessel, the glass vessel was huge, 20 meters high and about 18 meters in diameter, enough to hold ten humanoid monsters.

But it is very wasteful to only install one.

The monster in the container has a flamboyant red hair, which is fluttering gently with the fluctuation of the potion.He was bare-chested, his body was smooth and beautiful, and his not exaggerated muscles contained terrifying strength.Even though his eyes were closed, even if he was imprisoned and sealed by countless pipes and wires, he still exuded an aura that cannot be ignored, so powerful that it was terrifying.

As long as they have seen him, no one will doubt his status as king.Even if the tiger falls in Pingyang, he is still the shining sun and the bright moon aloft, and no one wants to replace him.

The wires wrapped around his arms flickered faintly from time to time, pulling something out of his body and sending something back into him.Fine scars often surfaced on his body surface, like ice cracks on porcelain representing expensive value, exuding cruel beauty.

But these scars will soon disappear, back to smooth.No matter how many potions that inhibit the self-healing ability are injected by the fortress owner, those man-made injuries will heal in the shortest time.

Since he dared to be the king of the ghost clan, how could he not have something special?

That's right, this monster is the Ghost King Shuten Doji that Qin Jiu is going to save on this trip.

Except for the occasional light in the container, the empty laboratory is filled with darkness and is not favored by light.Jiu Tun was imprisoned here, in a state of coma for many years, almost deprived of all ability to act and think, and only survived as the power source of the fortress.

It is not an exaggeration to say that death is not death, but it is not alive at all. It is not an exaggeration to say that life is worse than death.

"Don't you feel resigned?"

A cold inquiry suddenly sounded in the dead silence, very far away and very close, erratic.

A string of tiny bubbles popped out of Jiu Tun's mouth and nose, his long eyelashes moved slightly, and he opened his eyes.

He couldn't speak, and couldn't speak, he stared indifferently at the bottomless Eternal Night ahead, and not saying a word was worth a thousand words.

"You didn't deserve this kind of suffering. You should have passed away with your best friend long ago, and lived a leisurely life. If...that person didn't show up."

"Don't you hate him?"

Shuten's calm eyes sparkled with irony.

The owner of the voice was silent for a while, and sighed: "Your heart is made of stone and flesh. It is soft to some people and cold to some people. Do you know what Ibaraki Doji is doing now? He almost lost his life looking for you. .”

Jiu Tun's eyes flickered, then turned indifferent again, and slowly closed his eyes.

"Six hundred... It's been 700 years, right? You're still so stubborn." Seeing this, the speaker seemed to lose his patience, "Forget it, since you're stubborn, then I have nothing to say. Just go on. Stay here and be your power source."