[Comprehensive] Blessings to the beautiful black organization

He has long been used to the night.

At least everything in the dark will not betray his senses, and those humans who can only live in the dark are relatively easy to deal with.In the darkness, there is only a brief peace of mutual use, and there will never be useless feelings, because such guys will only be quickly eliminated and swallowed.A bright land is not necessarily safe, the shadows are only covered up, and one day they will break out of the cocoon and pierce the bubble of a peaceful life.

So everyone among them knows, don't pray for that kind of stability and ordinaryness, once you go the wrong way, you will be lost forever.There have been many examples before him, and those cowardly people who are restless and want to escape from sin will naturally shrink back, but he is completely different from them.

He never prayed for that life.

Human beings are forced to choose a path from birth, and in a sense, it is predestined.Even if he is forced to choose one side, he will never regret or regret that he did not get the opportunity to go to the light. It is unreliable and extremely cowardly to rely on God's gift to erase his past.

Since you have already used these hands to destroy something, you should not and do not need to be forgiven.

"Cough, ha...Damn it." The silver-haired man cursed through gritted teeth, and the burnt ash fell silently, "Bermod, you bastard."

He leaned against the darkness, and reloaded the scarred guns/guns. The reserve was running out, but the chasing guys seemed to know his mode of action, and they were still watching him in the night.

A few days ago, Gin received an assassination mission from the organization. He perfectly blocked the unsuspecting target, dropped his body from the hanging garden, and then took advantage of the chaos to walk away.The mission that was supposed to be successfully completed has come to a stalemate due to the intervention of a third party: Although the opponent has a large number of people, they are not like well-trained elite soldiers. It is only worth noting that the weapons they hold are quite sophisticated.

Even he didn't expect the unexpected attack. Instead, he was forced into a dead corner of the warehouse, with multiple wounds on his body.

There was no material on them that could prove their identities. Gin threw away the relics of the deceased and failed to analyze any more information.Most of these people's methods are unfamiliar, like the temporarily hired personnel, when he was threatened at gunpoint, they were still desperately trying to get forgiveness, teasing them is as boring as teasing mice, so Gin simply ended them .

"Brother! I'm really sorry!" Vodka's panicked voice came from the headset, "I don't know where it came from—"

His voice stopped abruptly, and Gin heard mixed gunshots, and something fell to the ground, making a dull sound.Perhaps it was due to the occasion, the sparse raindrops happened to be pouring down from the sky, the phone must have been hastily thrown away by the vodka, and after a loud roar, only a busy tone could be heard from the screen.

He didn't even bother to swear at the word trash.

If Vodka is still alive afterward, he is considered lucky. If he dies like this, it can only be attributed to his lack of strength.

Two bullets/bullets shot/shot/hit the wall tentatively, and a handsome figure could be seen not far away, and some interesting information came from the bug that was dropped casually, the uninvited guests seemed to be Knowing the internal information a long time ago, they are discussing how to drive him into a desperate situation.

"Hmph, did you come prepared?" Qin Jiu muttered to himself.

It's not because he has a big prejudice against Belmode himself (although it is indeed a big one). Objectively speaking, he has realized many times that this woman is passing information to the enemy.The other party may be a traitor, or even a hostile organization. She is absolutely untrustworthy. After all, there are already fools who have gone to hell for believing in her.

However, the gentleman's situation was also quite unusual.

Although he doesn't show up on weekdays, it's not so exaggerated that he rarely even gives orders, and even Belmode rarely expresses his distress.It can be said that now that gentleman has almost turned a blind eye to the affairs of the organization. Whether it is Akai Shuuichi who has come back from the dead or Miyano Shiho who has defected, there is no way to distract him at all, but he just stays in the unknown. The place.

As if obsessed with something.

"There he is!" A trembling voice interrupted his train of thought, and a young man with a black scarf covering his nose and mouth pointed at him and shouted from a short distance away.Due to fear, he didn't dare to get too close, turned around and ran after giving the reminder, "Hey, there is the person you are looking for, and the reward you promised me in the future will not be less!"

Gin snorted.

Just a cowardly outsider, but one should be prepared to die when thrown into muddy water.The young man felt that he had escaped to a dead end, and was observing with peace of mind, but he realized that the voice he heard was close to his ears, with a utterly evil meaning, as if it came from the underworld, "No one warned you, don't be in the shooting range!" Do you want to provoke me casually?"

The corners of the silver-haired man's lips raised slightly, his smile made him shudder, "Goodbye, idiot."

Then he fell into eternal chaos.

However, the dilemma of too many enemies has not been resolved. Although he could deal with it dispersedly at the beginning, he could only temporarily evacuate after attracting passers-by to watch and the opponent regrouped.Gin sighed, holding the steering wheel with his leather-wrapped hands, deaf to the sound of glass shattering.

The drizzle tended to turn into a torrential downpour. He passed by a few parked old cars, and even leisurely turned on the radio, which was broadcasting today's news in full pronounciation.

"……call."

The gunshots couldn't make him feel nervous, but mixed with inexplicable excitement.During the storm, the exclamation of passers-by and the sound of bullets hitting the car body were like music. Considering that the car should be scrapped in the future, he didn't need to write cumbersome procedures to go to repair and reimbursement, so he was in a good mood.

"Come on, little bastards." Gin threw away the cigarette butt in his hand from the window, and immediately ushered in a precise shooting. He took advantage of the gap and fired a few shots, throwing away the pistol with an empty magazine.

Several cars had been speeding for a long time, and the rubbish thrown out at this moment hit the cars behind directly, and the sound of glass breaking and the sudden braking under panic could be heard.The front of the car should have hit the guardrail, so it cannot pursue for the time being.

There were a few left, though, and he could even hear the sirens.

Gin stepped on the accelerator again, and the sports car was speeding on the wide bridge deck. Even in the middle of the night, the lights on both sides still made it look like daytime.The traffic flow is a little less than on holidays, but it is still impossible to call it sparse. His driving skills are only good at rampage.

It looks like there will be casualties tonight.

The rearview mirror on one side was completely broken, and he managed to peep from the other side to see the vehicles behind him following him at a desperate speed. One of them tried to set up the gun, regardless of rushing into the traffic of ordinary people, Lian Qin Even the wine couldn't help but call a lunatic.

It is estimated that some destroyed organization came to take revenge, otherwise they would not have to pay such a high price.He turned the steering wheel, and the body of the truck passed by the panicked truck. The driver probably had a brake failure, and he looked like he had given up struggling to die.Gin glanced at the flammable and explosive signs on the carriage, and had to sigh that all the accidents collided together today, it was extremely lucky.

He failed to speed up again, the engine roared earth-shatteringly, but the flames and iron fragments engulfed him first.

Gin turned the steering wheel suddenly in the scorching heat, and the car began to tilt sharply after a turn. He suddenly realized that it should be caused by a blown tire.Before the flames would melt the casing and the fuel tank would explode/explode him to death, the front of the car smashed through the blocking railing, and the entire iron lump began to fall uncontrollably.

He seemed to hear the sound of the explosion, which seemed far away, but also seemed to be close to his ears, and the sound of the hunting wind—only the pain was vague, and the place where he was shot and the cut wound seemed to have never appeared Pass.

Then, he was completely swallowed by the current.

The water soaked the clothes in an instant, and the body became even heavier.He heard the exaggerated sound of sirens from the bridge, and the fire fell from the sky and died in the middle of the river. Before long, he and the poor corpses would be washed away.

Although he wanted to get out of the predicament, his limbs couldn't use his strength.There was a scorching pain from his right shoulder, and he suddenly remembered that he seemed to have been shot a few times just now. This kind of hotness mixed with the coldness that tried to deprive him of his body temperature, the contradictory feeling was intertwined, it was really terrible.

sink.

Constantly sinking.

In all fairness, drowning is definitely not a good way to die, because it is extremely painful to be deprived of the air in the lungs a little bit, and even your body will swell due to being soaked for a long time.

He heard whining tones before consciousness was reduced to darkness and chaos.

A tone that appears rather unusual in water.

When the other party opened his mouth, he seemed to have been poured into several mouthfuls of river water, so his pronunciation was intermittent, but overall, his meaning was clearly conveyed:

"Goo... your hair, cough cough, entangled me... a lot of water, why can't you untie it... um..."

That pitch made a sound like a fish bubbling.

Then he didn't know anything.

People usually recall some regrettable things before death, but there is still nothingness and blankness in his consciousness.There is nothing to recall, nothing to remember, and nothing to make him regret.

Because he has no worries and never repents.

But most importantly - he's alive.

Although the head was heavy, as if it had been poured with a ton of water, the sequelae of hypoxia made it difficult for him to even stabilize his shaky vision.In the current state, if he was attacked, he would really be finished. However, he realized in a trance that he was not on a certain river beach in his imagination, but on a smooth floor.

In someone's residence...?

He was a little taken aback.

It was night, and the river where the accident happened was already turbulent, and the place where he fell was in the center, so there was no possibility that some enthusiastic people would rescue him immediately after seeing it.Saving people in that kind of place will probably change the number of victims from one to two.

So... have ulterior motives?

In an instant, Gin felt more doubts. He heard the sound of footsteps coming from a dark corner. He couldn't find the pistol on his body, so he had to use the most primitive method of violence—the slender shadow had just appeared in a corner, and he was already stuck quickly. Grab the opponent's throat and control his hands.

The opponent's wrist is really slender and scary.

He didn't know why he would suddenly sigh this, but the thought disappeared in an instant, and he held the other party's throat tightly, as if you would cut off the neck if you answered dishonestly:

"This is where?"