King of 25 Cubs

[Ding Dong ~ split index +50]

After the system prompts, it follows the sound of the safety lock of the hand wooden warehouse.

"Where have you been this month?"

Gin was biting a cigarette, his deep voice seemed to contain a piece of ice.

I think if I don't answer this question well, I might be shot by him.

It wasn't long before I joined this organization whose member codes were all foreign liquor, only three months after I became the manager of the Supernatural Secret Service Division.

By the way, I joined this organization, neither my master nor the Supernatural Secret Service Division knew about it.

After I was promoted to a management officer, I fully mobilized the enthusiasm of the masses, and brought a fashion trend of hoarding snacks and eating supper in the office of the Special Ability Secret Service Section. Colleagues who work overtime all the year round followed suit under my influence. After their appetites were satisfied, they started working. All more positive than usual.

It's a pity that within a few days, I was thrown into high school by my unbearable boss on the grounds of "lowering the lower limit of the education background of the Secret Service". During school, in order to complete the tasks given by the system, I joined this organization full of alcohol .

By the way, the school I went to was also called Haichang, and Haichang in the original world was like copying and pasting, but there were no familiar people from before.

This similarity seems a bit weird, but I didn't delve into it.

Regarding this organization, which I jokingly call "the winery", all the members from the top boss to the bottom are mysterious, and they are very disorganized. They don't usually communicate with each other, and they don't have a fixed base, so I don't know them now. What exactly do you want.

I have never seen such a lack of motivation and cohesion in a criminal organization.

Of course, I am a bottle of fake wine, and I don't care about the future development prospects of the organization. The system arranged for me to be a poor girl who "undercovered the organization to investigate the death of my father"... Yes, another [-]-year-old boy.

After I joined the organization, I had a code name because of a certain assassination mission, but Gin has always looked at me not very pleasing to the eye. I guess it may be because my code name is too unique, which made him look like a bottle fake wine.

But I'm also helpless, okay?On the day I changed my name, Coca-Cola just released four pre-mixed sodas that can be paired with any brown spirits. To commemorate this epoch-making day, the boss directly called me "Coca-Cola".

He also said that this code name has a good meaning and allows me to get along well with other members.

Although Coca-Cola has always had a beverage business, this code name sounds too frustrating.I suspect that the leader is the Kekou Party, but unfortunately I am the Pepsi Party, and I am destined to be incompatible with this organization.

And I don't like gin. His hair is so long, it is soft and shiny, and it is similar in color to mine. It was a great stimulus to me who was bald at the time.

While I was silent, a chilly murderous aura came from behind me, and Gin hit the back of my head with the muzzle of a gun: "Say!"

Damn, it hurts so much, can you take it easy!

I am a little angry.

"I've eaten a lot of melons recently. Do you know that Belmode made a few bad faces outside? Do you know that Bourbon cheated on a female high school student? Do you know whether Shirley likes her sister or her brother-in-law?"

I reasoned with him by presenting the facts: "Look, you don't know anything, so isn't it normal that you don't know where I am this month?"

[Ding Dong ~ split index +100]

I'm sorry Belmode, I'm sorry Bourbon, I'm sorry Shirley, I will invite you to dinner afterwards!

It happened that I was engaged in intelligence work in the winery, and most of the melons I threw were real melons, which were more convincing.Probably shocked by the melon this time, Gin was distracted for a moment, I seized the opportunity and stretched my hand back, grasping his wrist with precision.

His reaction was very quick. He let go of his hand, and when the gun was about to fall to his left hand, I was cut off with the other hand by me who was faster.

With a smile, I squeezed his wrist, twisted it again and again, rubbed the front of my body, and rushed towards the back seat.

"Who are you? You are not my direct leader. Why should I report my whereabouts to you?"

In this way, Gin was locked on the back of the back seat with my whole body plus my body weight. I pressed one leg across his knee joint by two inches, and held the gun in my left hand against his Adam's apple.

The confrontation lasted no more than two seconds, and the stronger side had become me.

[Ding Dong ~ split index +300]

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"Big brother!"

Vodka screamed, wanting to hit the brakes.

"It's okay, you keep driving."

Qin Jiu gave an order and stared at me solemnly.

"Now that the situation is reversed, I have a few questions to ask."

I leaned into his ear and said softly, "You always look at me like fake wine, but I look at you like a traitor. Don't you know where I went this month?"

Now is the time to fight for acting skills.

"Before I went on a secret mission, I was seriously injured and almost died." I said nonsense without changing my face, rubbed my fingers|the grip of the gun, and wrote plainly: "It's so strange, I did a good job on the mission , why was I suddenly attacked? Who revealed my identity?"

The secret mission is my nonsense, of course it does not exist, but the word "secret" means that it is impossible for Gin to verify with the boss.

I slowly slid the muzzle of the gun from the gin's Adam's apple all the way to the forehead, dragging out a long voice: "Who are you talking about, huh?"

Street lamps pass through the car windows, casting flickering shadows.

[Ding Dong ~ split index +100]

Gin quickly frowned, and then stretched out.

"It's not me." He paused, then continued, "I'll check—"

"No need, I have no hands, no feet or no brains. I need you to help me investigate? Don't forget that you are also suspected of being here."

I interrupted the gin, closed the safety catch with a cold face, and stuffed the gun into his coat pocket, "Next time you dare to point a gun at me, I will dare to use your gun to open a hole in your head, be careful Come on, don't let me grab your mouse by the tail."

Suddenly there was a "button" knocking sound outside the car window, and Bourbon put his hands in his pockets, looking down at me and Gin.

Standing next to Bourbon was Scotland with a bad face.

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Bourbon narrowed his eyes, and suddenly showed a playful smile: "Did I bother you?"

Reluctantly, I glanced at the posture of Gin and I at this time, turned over suddenly like an electric shock, pulled Vodka by the back collar and shouted: "Why don't you say anything when you get there!"

Vodka touched the tip of his nose in embarrassment: "I'm also afraid of disturbing you and the boss... Oops!"

I punched Vodka hard on the head, opened the door and ran to Scotland, the villain first complained: "Scotland, Gin threatened me with a gun!"

Scotland froze for a moment, and exchanged glances with Bourbon next to him.Then Bourbon let out a sneer: "But I just saw that you were holding a gun—"

"That's my wit, the gun that snatched the gin!"

"Coke, why did gin threaten you?"

Scotland bent down slightly to look at me, and patted my head lightly, as if to comfort me.

Let’s talk about the winery. Of all the wines, Scotch and I are the best, but according to my observations, Scotch and Bourbon are the best. They are almost inseparable, and they do tasks together, which made me suspect that Bourbon is also a bottle of fake wine. .

That's right, I know that the Scotch is fake wine, or fake wine from the Public Security Department of the Metropolitan Police Department.I know this because I am a Scottish informant, that is, a facilitator.

As I said before, the system arranged for me to be a poor girl "investigating the cause of my father's death". I was able to successfully sneak into the winery because of Scotland's arrangement.

In the eyes of the winery, I was picked up from Scotland.

By the way, before I came here, I checked Bourbon's identity information on the computer of the Secret Service Division, and I felt that there was nothing wrong with it. It should not be a nail planted by someone, so he might really be a bottle of wine.

Scotland is friendly with him, it must be to cover for me!

Well, it must be so.

So the big distillery, only me and Scotland are real allies.

Thinking of these, I felt balanced again.

Gin got out of the car and passed us, his eyes swept over lightly, warning Scotland: "Don't meddle in your own business."

Scotland pulled me behind, looked at Gin neither humble nor humble, and said, "Coke is still a child."

Qin Jiu sneered, and said in a cold voice, "Are you her father?"

Scotland suddenly squeezed my wrist tightly. I think he probably remembered the reason why I was an undercover winery before.

In order to ease the atmosphere, I pulled Scotland's sleeves and said affectionately, "I don't mind calling you Dad."

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Scotland's face froze, and Bourbon burst out laughing.

"Congratulations, Scotland, happy to be a father at the age of 25."

Of course, it is impossible for Scotland to agree to be my father. I have reason to suspect that he, like my master, is afraid that I will delay his finding a wife.

Being rejected, I sighed in frustration and followed everyone into the warehouse.Belmode and Chitian had arrived long ago and were guarding a man who was tied to a load-bearing pole.

I asked Scotland: "What's going on?"

Scotland lowered his voice: "It is said that this person sold the organization's information to other organizations, and they plan to execute tonight."

I raised my eyebrows, and just wanted to complain about the sense of ceremony in the winery, Gin threw his gun at my feet.

I blinked and pointed to the tip of my nose: "Me?"

"You come."

Pressing Scotland, who was about to speak, I picked up the gun, said sorry in my heart, and a bullet cut the stranger's life neatly.

Good luck all the way, may there be no foreign wine in hell.

I was suddenly a little irritable, and I really wanted to step on Gin's head a few times to vent it.

Qin Jiu reached out to me for a gun, I ducked to the side, and put the gun into my pocket.

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"The killer still has money to earn, can't I earn pistol|guns? Can't I?!"

I still don't have a serious self-defense weapon yet.

Gin Jiu took a deep look at me. He didn't know as much as I did. He turned his head back and continued, "There is one more thing. That gentleman plans to plant an eyeliner on the military and police side. Who will go?"

I:"!!!"

Isn't this a coincidence, the task of the Supernatural Secret Service Division is also to be an undercover military police officer.

What a great opportunity, so that when the winery holds a meeting in the future, I can ask for leave in a fair manner, saying that the military and police will not let people go.

Although I am proficient in the splits, my legs still hurt if I do too many splits. If it can save trouble, I must save trouble.

I suddenly raised my hand: "I'll go, I'll go, let me go!"

Scotland stared: "Coke?!!"

Gin turned his head back again, and I honestly think he's tired of turning around.

"reason?"

I clenched my fists excitedly, eager to try: "I don't want to go to school anymore, it's boring. I want to change the environment. The military and police are good. I heard that there are many good-looking little brothers in there."

"By the way, if I can enter "Hound Dog", will the organization give me a raise? "

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……

After I asked these words eagerly, the surroundings fell into a deathly silence, and everyone's expression was very subtle.

"No, can't you?"

The enthusiasm for volunteering quickly faded away. I hesitated for a moment, and said unwillingly: "The salary can be waived. Can our pharmaceutical company give me some shares?"

I tapped my palm again: "Oh, by the way, military and police training camps recruit soldiers from major colleges and universities every year. If you want to sign up, you need your parents to sign the application form. Can any of you pretend to be my father?"

Bourbon took a deep breath and slapped me hard on the head.

"Are you a good father?"

The author has something to say:

To explain, Coca-Cola has a liquor business.

So stop asking if Coca-Cola counts as alcohol. They have alcohol, but their business scope is not in China.

By the way, those four pre-mixed cocktails are really hard to drink alone_(:з)∠)_

Thank you for the landmines of the countdown angel of the grade, ok~

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