Gin, he ran away with Mr.

Gin is in a terrible mood today.

He frowned slightly, and the cigarette dangling from his mouth seemed to be slowly drifting up with white smoke.

"Bang! Boom!"

Gin, who is now in an abandoned building, is shooting a gun with a cold face.

The power of the organization's branch in Japan has long been evaded by the so-called "new high-level".

Since the mysterious disappearance of the organization boss last year, the old guys who were afraid to show off in the organization began to move around, coveting the vacant position one after another.

Then came the undercover influx of countless other organizations and police officers from various countries.

For example, the man in a suit in front of him is an undercover agent from a certain organization.

"Whoosh!"

The high-speed bullets flew past Qin Jiu's side without even touching the hem of his clothes, which was enough to show how poor the opponent's spear skills were.

"You...don't come here! I'll give you whatever you want! Don't...don't kill me!"

Qin Jiu pointed a gun at the man kneeling on the ground who was so frightened that his legs limp, but the man was still begging for mercy.

"It's you trash that's wasting my time."

Gin pulled the trigger without hesitation, and with a gunshot, the man shut up forever.

"Hey, vodka, get ready for the next one." He attached the communication headset on his ear with his right hand that wasn't holding a gun.

This is already the first rubbish he has solved today.

Please, can you send someone to check the details of these guys before joining the organization!If this continues, the organization's branches in Japan will not be all undercover agents, and he will be the only combat power left.

When he walked towards the gate impatiently, and was about to sit in his car to solve the next goal, an accident happened!

is a trap!

The gate of the building was locked by some kind of metal, and even bullets couldn't cause any damage.

"Damn it! It's been tricked!"

Gin stared at the surroundings vigilantly, and quickly attached the headset to contact Vodka.

"Shusha...Shusha..."

He was careless, even the signal of the communication equipment was blocked!

Because of the lack of manpower in the organization, his subordinates were scattered to various places to deal with undercover agents. Now he has only one person, and the enemy who is ambushing here has not yet shown up.

Not good.

"Bang bang bang!"

Suddenly, gunshots sounded from nowhere, and the bullets shot at him!

Gin quickly moved to the side, hiding his figure behind the pillars of the building, dodging multiple bullets one after another.

The enemy in ambush is obviously not at the same level as the man just now, and his shooting skills are not considered top but also top ten in the ranking of professional killers.

Whose handwriting is this!

He took off his top hat casually, fumbled for an emergency smoke bomb from the brim of the hat, and took out another portable gun from the inside of his coat.

The enemy ambushing here is obviously more than one person, it seems that they can only fight to the death!

Gin Jiu gritted his teeth, turned around and threw the pod out.

With the sound of violent explosions, thick white smoke gradually filled the air.

The enemy seemed to be hesitating a bit, and the few people hiding in the dark couldn't hold back anymore and started to leave the hiding place.

But the moment they lifted their feet and showed their figures, a bullet pierced their chest and heart.

No matter how to hide in a dense smoky environment, as the professional assassin with the strongest organization strength, he will never take it lightly like they do.

As the smoke gradually dissipated, the number of enemies had been greatly reduced.

There are three people left!

Although Gin Jiu's skills far surpassed them, it was still too much for one person to resist the siege of dozens of people.

Gin, who was hiding behind the goods in the building, pressed the bleeding wound on his left arm, but still didn't notice that he was scratched by the bullet.

The other party knows that his dominant hand is left-handed, and the leakage of this information seems to have something to do with the top management of the organization...

Because of the injury to his dominant hand and the exhaustion of bullets in the gun, Gin had to change his strategy and formulate his tactics again.

He pulled out the dagger tied to his thigh, and began to hold his breath, carefully paying attention to the sounds around him.

"Tap, tap, tap..."

Although the sound was very soft, it was clearly the footsteps of two people mixing together.

Well, one more person...

Qin Jiu turned around abruptly, and with a swing of the dagger, he pierced the figure rushing towards him, hitting the throat.

"Bang bang bang!"

Damn it!Because the action just now exposed his figure, two bullets hit his calf and shoulder respectively in the panic.

The opponent obviously knew that he was wearing body armor, so he deliberately picked an unprotected place to shoot.

Enduring the severe pain, he shifted the covering again.

Excessive blood loss and constant nerve-irritating pain made his breathing unsteady.

He had discarded the top hat with the small medical kit in the beginning, and his blond hair was scattered behind him, stained with a lot of dust and blood that had turned dark red.

There were two people left, but he couldn't even hold a weapon anymore.

There is no way to contact Vodka, no support, and there is no way to destroy the metal material that locks the door.

He organized the number one killer, Gin, when had he been in such a mess!

It's reached a dead end!Is he going to die here!

It's impossible!

Gin Jiu gritted his teeth, and with slightly trembling hands took out a small test tube from the interlayer of the body armor.

That was his hole card, which was given to him by the man when he was still alive...the latest powerful bomb developed by the organization.

There's nothing else he can do, so...

"boom!"

With a violent explosion, the smoke-filled building began to shake, looking crumbling.

"Brother!" Vodka, who hadn't heard the news outside, shouted anxiously.

"The following is an urgent news. An explosion occurred in an abandoned building in Mihua Town, Tokyo. The building was destroyed. I hope the residents living nearby..."

Akira Kurosawa was lazily nestling on the sofa, holding a glass of crystal clear wine in his hand.

Today, the collector's edition Spirytus that he has been longing for has finally arrived.

To celebrate this happy event, he even left school early again.

In the end, I still couldn't help it. When I got Spirytus, I put aside all the problems I was worried about, and my body already poured a glass involuntarily.

There is no resistance at all!The moment I saw Spirytus, it was as if I saw the lover I was thinking of, and I couldn't refuse its charm at all.

Akira Kurosawa slumped on the sofa with a happy smile on his face. He really enjoyed his little life!

Sure enough, the original decision to stay away from Conan couldn't be more correct!

Far away from the god of death elementary school students, ordinary is the truth!

He took another sip, and the burning sensation hit again, and the unique spicy and mellow aroma of high-purity alcohol bloomed in his mouth.

What a strong drink!Even after drinking it, the burning sensation that hit the soul almost reached the extreme, and it could not subside for a long time.

"Ding dong~"

No, I was so busy drinking, I forgot even the most basic vigilance.

Is it really a mistake to drink?

He got up quickly, took the gun on the counter and approached the door.Sure enough, money is good, and the equipment in the house has also been upgraded a lot.

He could clearly feel the pungent smell of blood and killing intent coming from outside the door.

"Ding dong~"

The doorbell rang again, but there were footsteps outside. It seemed that the other party had passed through the iron gate and walked to the door of the house.

Kurosawa leaned against the side of the door, carefully looking out through the peephole.

"what?"

A tall figure stood outside the door, his face could not be seen clearly because of his messy long blond hair.

"Squeak-"

The moment Kurosawa opened the door, he put the muzzle of the gun on the forehead of the blond man.

A trace of astonishment flashed in the man's dark green eyes, and then he began to lose consciousness like he was confused.

"Who are you?" Kurosawa whispered, his hazel eyes were cold.

Are today's killers so unprofessional?Anyway, take a gun when you enter the door!and......

Akira Kurosawa noticed that the man in front of him seemed to be seriously injured, but he didn't notice it all at once because of the dark clothes.

"gentlemen......"

After the man uttered two words with difficulty, he lost consciousness and fell back powerlessly.

But Akira Kurosawa seemed to have no thought at all, and easily reached out to grab the man who was half a head taller than him into his arms.

He paused with some doubts, as if he didn't understand why he made this move subconsciously.

He still looked at the door vigilantly, and after confirming that the man did not leave any blood or other traces, he locked the door and entered the house with confidence.

For no reason, I found a man who was suspected of being a stalker or a killer at the door of my house, what should I do!

Kurosawa unceremoniously dragged the man to his living room and threw him on the sofa.

"You still call me Mr. Brother, who are you?"

Akira Kurosawa gently brushed away the hair on the man's face, and only then did he see his true face.

A face that is obviously a tough man, with overly fair skin, looks like a western half-breed, but now it looks a little embarrassed because it is covered with dust and blood.

It seems that he is only 30 years old.

He roughly checked the wounds on the man's body. There were more than a dozen large and small wounds, all of which were gunshot wounds.

As for the scrapes on the arms and back, there are countless.

It seems that the hospital will definitely not be able to go, and the family has prepared medical kits and the like.

Kurosawa's self-confidence came from nowhere, as if he knew that he would deal with these wounds in the first place.

He quickly disinfected it with medical alcohol, cut open the wound to take out the bullet, and then bandaged it all in one go.

When he treated the man's wounds almost completely, the tattered underclothes were torn to pieces.

Why would he take in a man of unknown origin?Kurosawa didn't know either.

He remembered that this man had followed him a few days ago, staring at his house for an unknown amount of time before leaving, so frightened that he almost thought it was the bank card that had been exposed and was assassinated.

Why save this man?

Wouldn't it be easier to throw him to the police?

Is it just because of the other party's "Sir"?

Maybe he is the person this body originally knew, but what does it have to do with him who has lost his memory?

After tidying up the messy living room due to bandaging, Akira Kurosawa sat silently in another corner of the sofa.

The TV in the living room was still broadcasting the news break, and now only the voice of the female anchor echoed in this quiet living room.

Kurosawa picked up the glass of Spirytus just now.

He couldn't figure out the reason for saving people.

"Water of life", you say, why is this?

The author has something to say:

Akira Kurosawa: Hey, dear son, call for Dad to listen again?

Gin: ... roll

Kurosawa: Why did I save him?Of course it's because he is my son!

Gin: [A small cross appeared on the forehead]...

Akira Kurosawa: Hahaha, there is no future for mixed organizations. Dad will take you away... ah!

[A certain unscrupulous leader was violently beaten by a certain Qin-so angry-the wine was pressed to the ground]

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