Sorry, my GIN is also undercover

If Mark were to evaluate the gin that day in Baiwu, she could only say that she had underestimated how cruel this man was.

It can no longer be simply described as a ruthless person, even the wolf fire seems to be a little bit meaningless.

Gin said before that non-supernatural beings like them can get rid of the drowsiness debuff in the white mist.

But this kind of thing is not as simple as talking about it.

Beware of the sudden appearance of the white mist, you need to react in time after it appears, and mobilize all your willpower and instinct to fight against it.

Gin, on the other hand, seemed to be very confident in his ability to stay sober.

So when he asked, "Do you want to move freely when the white mist falls?", everyone present nodded subconsciously.

After getting the response, the long-haired man said nothing with a clear look.

But the problem is that other people haven't figured it out yet!

Expressed the willingness to move freely, then what?

According to common sense, shouldn't this confident elder brother know the elegant meaning by listening to the string song, and share the secret of staying awake logically?

"Then what are we going to do then?"

Ms. Shirley, the warrior A, took the lead to stand up. She really deserves to be the gossip target of Gin!

"Just do your best to resist."

Facing the rumored object, Brother Gin was as ruthless as ever.Instead of starting to teach the secret, he said a meaningless nonsense.

This is really listening to what you say, like listening to a word!

In the strange silence of the audience and the eyes that hesitated to speak, Qin Jiu seemed to have finally realized the true appeal of his companion, and then condescended to explain one more sentence.

"I'll wake you up then."

Mark!

This sentence is like boiling oil into a pot, stirring up a thousand layers of waves!

Gin even offered to help his companion who might be hindered!

What's the difference between this and the indifferent top student whose eyes are above the top suddenly change his temperament, and who takes the initiative to smile and come to guide the underachiever enthusiastically and patiently!

Think about when Gin will intimately wake them up one by one from their deep slumbers—isn’t this more ignited than "Bo 〇 Biography"!

For some reason, the young Mark suddenly felt a heart of love and kindness, and a strange sense of relief that my family has grown up.

But no matter how turbulent and turbulent his heart was, the desire to survive forced Mark to force these thoughts and emotions that had flown out of the sky into his throat.

She is professionally trained, so be sure to hold back.

Presumably I am not alone in this state.

She glanced around quickly: Shirley took a few steps back, her right hand was already on the wall;

Grappa was about to crush the bug that he stuck to the corner of his clothes;

Vodka was wearing sunglasses and couldn't see clearly, but his body seemed to have been stiffened;

Ley was calm on the surface, but if he continued to grab it, something irreversible might happen to the strap of his musical instrument bag with the sniper rifle in it.

Mark cleared his throat, and said in a gentle voice that was rare in a century: "Then...then wait for you to wake us up cough cough cough..."

After realizing that she had said something stupid with her nose on her face, she reacted extremely quickly and tried to cover it up with a cough.

The cough was so loud that it seemed to be dying of a serious illness.

Seeing this, Grappa, who was not good at words, stepped forward, changed the subject and said sincerely: "At that time, we will be fully prepared and try to stay awake."

As for the instigator, the blond brother himself seemed completely unaware of the turbulent undercurrent in the room, he just scanned around with his sharp eyes, and then strode out of the room.

And why did such a friendly and harmonious warm beginning turn into a bloody villain in Mark's eyes?

All this is due to Gin's wake-up service.

The blond brother did exactly as he had promised, wasting no time waking up his useless colleagues before acting.

It's just that the awakening method is not verbal awakening like the conventional soft-spoken young lady, but Qin Shi's original physical awakening method.

When he proposed that in the white mist he could move freely against the drowsiness debuff, Gin had already planned his subsequent actions.

He wants to use this period of time when all forces are unprepared to complete the task of gathering wool and make early preparations for the Hong Kong/Black task.

In fact, according to his idea, the word "wool wool" is no longer accurate, and he will probably have to skin and bone the sheep next.

It's a pity that there may not be enough manpower.

Yes, it was precisely because his plans required manpower that he promised to call his colleagues before going out to work.

The reason why Gin was confident in resisting the white mist.

One is that he has a strong physique, quick response, and strong willpower.Even an anesthesia needle that can anesthetize an elephant may not be able to completely restrict his movements, and the effect is first-rate.

The second is to analyze Shibusawa Tatsuhiko's abilities to a certain extent with the help of Hong Kong/Suke.

And also let the gin enter the white mist in the small area cast by Shibusawa Tatsuhiko for experiments, and train the resistance by the way.

The third is that Mori Ogai and Dazai Osamu roughly calculated Shibusawa Tatsuhiko's action time.

Keen Yokohama people may have smelled the harbinger of the end of the war.The last highlight of the scene must be played by Shibusawa Tatsuhiko——

The supernatural being standing on the cusp of the storm was the first to lift the curtain, and then there was a counterattack from the entire Yokohama.

Now that Shibusawa has anticipated the timing of his attack, he can prepare in advance before the arrival of the white mist.So as not to be caught off guard, you can buy yourself more time.

So, when the white mist quietly descended, silently devouring the supernatural beings, and putting the whole city into a deep sleep, a man resisted his instincts and stood up unsteadily.

In order to clear his mind quickly, he even slowly raised his left hand holding a Bur/Ray/Ta, and then with all the strength he had accumulated, he hit his head hard with the butt of the gun without hesitation.

It is to the extent that people feel that their brains hurt when they look at it.

And this wolf fire who is ruthless to himself can be even more ruthless to others.

So soon, dong dong dong came from the silent white mist—five crisp head smashing sounds.

The kind that sounds useless.

The five high-ranking members with the code names of wines, who can usually stop children from crying at night and force black crows to lose their voices, are now lined up in a neat row like kindergarten children sitting in a row to share fruit.

Although under such a blow, he broke out of the drowsy state, but he was still a little dizzy and did not recover.

But the pain of physiological instinct made them subconsciously cover the top of their heads.

The five red and swollen bumps on their skulls are neatly arranged, and they are also neatly arranged in rows.

The cold-blooded man who pays attention to efficiency is ready to take the next step without hesitation when he finds that the few people in front of him are still unable to act immediately.

He dragged out a wooden stick from an unknown corner of the house.

The end of the wooden stick was dragged across the ground, as if the god of death was sharpening his knife——

Since he knocked Scotland unconscious with a stick last time, he suddenly felt that this thing is quite useful.

When it comes to the stick technique, he has some experience with gin and wine.

It's a pity that the members of the organization who have been wandering on the edge of life and death all year round have a first-class sense of smell in the face of danger.

After realizing that the god of death was swinging in front of them, they all woke up in an instant, vying to express that they were full of energy, lively and dancing, and could set off to rob houses immediately.

No need to call them physically again.

So Gin could only put away his somewhat experienced stick technique in disappointment, waiting for the next unsealed practice.

The six of them quickly stood on the quiet street covered in white mist.

There is no battle sound of supernatural beings, only the soft snoring of the whole city.

This is a world belonging to non-supernatural beings.

"Where are we going next?" Shirley looked at the man ahead.

The long-haired man twirled his fingers a little, looked around, then smiled shortly, and said, "Of course it's the old nest of each family."

The other five?

"Now the supernatural beings are on the other side of the white mist, and the non-supernatural beings from each family have fainted. Even if there are any awake, they will not be our opponents."

If you don't steal your home now, when will you wait?

Stealing a house is a big project, so manpower is needed.

"If there are not enough people, I can go to the stronghold to call up some ordinary members."

The long-haired man showed an evil smile, behind which was a heart eager to try.

Presumably, as long as someone says one sentence is not enough, the other party will go back and pick up the wooden stick to continue his wake-up call.

"No, I think we are enough." Mark said with some difficulty.

Even though she is as cruel as her, she still feels that she should be merciful at this time, and let those innocent colleagues at the bottom go!