I finally became a bottle of fake wine

"Irene? Irene!" Zhong Yuan couldn't help sighing as he looked at his subordinate who suddenly fell into a daze again.

Why do you think this scene looks familiar?

Thinking of this, he reached out and patted her shoulder again.

"Mr. Chuya?"

The documents that Irene was sorting out spilled all over the floor, she recovered and squatted down hurriedly to pick up the documents.

"Feel sorry."

Zhong Yuanzhong, who didn't expect Irene's reaction to be so big, was also taken aback. He also squatted down to help Irene pick up the documents one by one.

"What's the matter with you recently?" Nakahara finally asked after handing the information in his hand to Irene. "It feels like you've been out of your mind these days. Is something wrong?"

"Nothing." Irene came back to her senses and shook her head, sorted out the documents Nakahara Chuya handed to her, and put them on the side of the table.

"I'm just a little sleepy because of working overtime recently. There's nothing wrong with it. Mr. Nakaya doesn't have to worry about me."

"It's fine if there's nothing serious." Zhong Yuanzhong also looked at Irene's performance, and suddenly realized that the other party seemed to be extremely sleepy for a few days every month.

This is purely due to physiological reasons, and there is no solution at all.

"Mr. Ye seems to have less time to go out in the past two days." Irene packed up the documents and looked at Zhong Yuanzhong, who was still in the office until this time, and said with emotion, "It looks like this battle has already passed. Is it the end?"

"Well, according to the current situation... After all, the military and police have also started to act, and the official face still needs to be given." Nakahara also nodded, thinking that his life as a partner with that bastard Dazai could finally come to an end. It's over.

"It's about to end..."

Hearing what Zhongyuan Zhong said, Irene nodded, but she thought of the phone call that Gin Jiu gave her before.

It seems that the military and police haven't started to officially free up their hands to take action. Will this battle come to an end?

Or……

In the future, this battle will set off even greater momentum...

You can't talk about people during the day and you can't talk about ghosts at night. When Irene returned to the dormitory that day, she saw a dark shadow sitting on the sofa.

If it wasn't for the very familiar figure full of oppression in front of her, Irene would have almost rushed out the door to call someone.

"...Next time you suddenly break into the girl's boudoir, can you say hello first..." She turned on the light, looked at the tall voice sitting on the sofa and greeted.

"Gin."

The other party didn't intend to accept this overture, he just snorted coldly, pointed at the beautiful and delicate box that Irene placed on the table with his love wooden warehouse, "Is this the reason why you don't plan to go back?"

A circle was drawn with a marker pen on the calendar, and there was an exquisitely decorated gift box on the table. It was obvious that Gin could see at a glance the reason why Irene was dawdling and didn't plan to return to the organization.

"You seem to have developed a close relationship with the little friends here." As he said this, the cold Mu Cangkou turned from the gift box and aimed at Irene.

"Yeah, because he's really nice to me." Seeing Gin's mug pointed at her, Irene rolled her eyes in front of him, "It's better than throwing me here." I can't contact an organization that doesn't even give me a cent of pocket money a few times a year, and I eat and drink here and pay me a salary, why can't I think about being nice to him?" She said so and sat down across from the other party, Wracking his fingers, he began to count the crimes of the organization to him.

"Hmph, don't forget that it was the organization that accepted you first." Hearing Irene's scolding, the killing intent on Qin Jiu's body gradually weakened. He quickly withdrew his cock and snorted coldly at her. "If you were bribed because of such a small favor, then you might as well die here today."

"I don't mind wasting another bullet."

"Okay, you can't kill me casually without Rum's order, and the organization has tried their best to arrange me to the port mafia, so it's not even going to recover the cost?" Irene blinked as she said. He rolled his eyes and pointed to his head.

"All the information is here."

"I don't intend to offend Rum just yet."

Seeing the girl's confident expression, Qin Jiu sneered, then he stretched out his hand and grabbed the girl's cheek expressionlessly.

"But you can do it yourself."

No one knew that Irene was actually brought into the organization by Gin in the first place.

Only the leader and second-in-command of the organization, Rum, knew a little about these two people.

It was precisely because I felt that the relationship between the two should not be too close, so Irene was assigned to Chris Binyard in the later stage.

After exchanging a little bit of father-daughter love (?) in a different way from ordinary people, Gin quickly let go of the hand that was pulling the girl's cheek, and then glanced at the phone.

"Rum has new instructions."

"?"

Erin rubbed her cheeks and leaned over to look at his phone.

Under the fluorescent background of the mobile phone, the order from Rum completely stunned the girl.

"This is……"

Looking at the quiet line of words lying in Gin's inbox, Irene's blue eyes were dead silent.

Seize the confidential documents of the port mafia, and at the same time assassinate the cadres of the port mafia organization. The name of Chuya Zhongyuan is impressively included in the list.

"Seizing the information is your task, and assassination is my job."

Seeing that there was something wrong with Irene's expression, Gin quickly put away the phone.

"Why, reluctant?"

"No, I'm just a little surprised." Irene shook her head, trying to calm her voice.

"I have no objection to the order to seize confidential information, but this assassination list seems a bit exaggerated..."

She looked at Gin calmly, "Most of the confidential information of Port Mafia is about the origins of the top cadres of these organizations and the abilities possessed by the supernatural beings, but once the assassination is successful, these so-called confidential information will lose their meaning. "

"The data of the dead is the most useless data."

Qin Jiu glanced at her, then raised his eyebrows,

"Pretty clever."

Erin breathed a sigh of relief at this answer.

is a test.

"So, what's the real order?"

"Seize the information, and then kill Zhongya Zhongyuan." Under the light, Qin Jiu's green eyes faintly emitted some kind of terrifying killing intent.

"This is not an order for me, it is an order for you."

"Irene, kill Zhongya Chuya."

"……I see."

Hearing Gin's words, Irene closed her eyes, took a deep breath, and then she heard herself give an extremely cold answer.

It is impossible for the organization in black to let the spies they cultivated with great difficulty have any obvious emotional weaknesses.

From the very beginning, Zhongyuan Zhongya was the target they selected after careful selection.

The better the relationship between Irene and Chuya Nakahara, the sooner he will die.

It was just beyond everyone's expectations that the goodwill between Irene and Chuya Nakahara developed so quickly.

The last time I exchanged information with Irene, Gin already felt that something was wrong, especially after entering the port of Mafia for less than a year, Irene urgently asked to be transferred back.

So he took a little time that day to learn about the affairs between Irene and her immediate superior, Chuya Nakahara.

After he almost figured out the relationship between the two...

bang——

A bomb represents his thoughts.

"You know the information about Chuya Nakahara, don't you?" Gin didn't come to Yokohama many times, and his understanding of Chuya Nakahara, the famous "gravity operator" at the port mafia, was only superficial.

Except that he knew very well that the relationship between the other party and Irene was really good.

He sneered at this thought:

Yes, the relationship is so good that the two of them went on a business trip overseas together.

"Mr. Nakaya has very powerful and excellent physical skills and supernatural abilities. Even if a bullet is shot directly at him, it will float on the surface of the opponent's body due to gravity, so ordinary methods cannot kill him."

As a colleague who has been with Zhongyuan Zhongye for so long, Irene is naturally aware of her boss's abilities.

It's a pity that because she is biased towards the clerical relationship, she has never seen the other party's appearance after the release of the special ability.

The ability called "filth", she only heard about it from others, it is an ability that is so powerful that it can directly raze a block to the ground, but because of the humanoid bug that "nullifies the supernatural ability" of Osamu Dazai , so every time Zhongyuan Zhongye is unsealed, the opponent will be responsible for forcibly disabling the opponent's ability.

"If you have to kill him..." Irene pondered for a moment, and met Gin's gaze and expressed her thoughts.

"My idea is to poison."

"Oh?" Hearing what Irene said, Gin didn't express any objection, he just listened quietly.

"...my martial art was taught by Chuya Nakahara, so it is absolutely impossible to beat him in this aspect. As for the firearms, as I said just now, ordinary bullets cannot break his defense," she said Then, he sighed again, "Unless the external attack is strong enough to kill the entire Mafia organization by one person, there is no way to kill him."

"I've thought about it for a long time. Only an attack from within can hurt him."

"Mr. Nakaya is a very emotional person, so he can eat the food handed over by his subordinates without warning." Irene frankly put forward her request to the gin.

"I need organizational help."

"Provide drugs that can poison Zhongye in the Central Plains, preferably poisons that make people unable to detect special conditions like common diseases."

"And I'll make sure he eats it."

Hearing Irene's request, Gin didn't show any embarrassment, he just took a deep look at her and nodded.

"Remember your own promises."