Ke Xue invades the three-dimensional

[gjv, gdsi]

Three seconds later, Gin sent a string of garbled characters.

From these messy letters, probably accidentally pressed or accidentally sent out, it is possible to piece together a world-famous painting - Gin's shock.

Although after another second, the re-sent text message returned to normal.

But the message that has been sent cannot be withdrawn, and the black history of the boss's capable man is permanently stored in the boss's mobile phone.

[Boss, I accidentally pressed the wrong key, please forgive me. 】

Qian Mu's complexion became a little weird, between the contradiction between wanting to laugh and forcibly holding back, he paused for a moment, saved the last text message first, and then replied: [It's okay, it's just a small mistake, I don't care. will care. 】

Then, as he said, the slightly awkward atmosphere quickly returned to business affairs through the signal and the two mobile phones.

Who doesn't sleep in the middle of the night and insists on sending a harassing message to his subordinates to disturb his sleep?Has anyone's hand that never trembled while holding a gun to kill people suddenly trembled, and returned a string of incomprehensible gibberish to the boss?

None, nonexistent.

Qian Mu is still the good boss who is tolerant and casual but not very responsible, and Gin is still the good subordinate who is strict, loyal and never makes mistakes in front of the boss.

[Following your wishes and not showing excessive concern for the new identity, may I have any inconvenience?I will add your information to the official member list later, if there are mice with no eyes that affect you, please order. 】

Gin was still the same, never speculating too much about what the boss didn't tell, and only focused on the orders he received.

Qian Mu replied: [No, the new identity feels good. I will use this identity to show up in the organization for a long time. Everything is as usual on your side, so you don’t need to take special care of me. 】

【learn. 】

Under normal circumstances, given their strange subordinate-subordinate relationship, which they say they are familiar with or unfamiliar with, they should stop at this point.

Face-to-face, we can barely exchange a few words, but the distance is far, and there is really no need to force a chat through the emotionless text. Presumably, Gin is not very used to greetings from the boss, and the atmosphere will become stiff again.

But Qian Mu was unexpectedly not sleepy yet.

He frowned, as if a little confused: Is it because the sense of ritual is not in place, and there is still a step missing?

It's a rare opportunity to chat, and he doesn't mind sacrificing a little sleep time for his subordinates: [Gin, give me a code name. 】

This time Gin responded well, the reply was quick, and the message was not garbled: [No one can choose a code name for you except yourself. 】

There is no emotion in the words, but Qian Mu, who was meant to be joking, looked at this sentence and was slightly taken aback.

Very surprised.

but……

He seemed to have seen the other side of that man who disdained to show anyone under the pile of cold and cruel impressions.

--anyone.Except BOSS.

Gin's attitude is very simple, because of simplicity he appears serious.

Choosing a code name for an official member seems to be the most useless of the huge powers given to him by the BOSS.

Many people don't care what their code name is, they only care about how much benefit the code name can bring them, and how their status can be improved.

But Gin is an extremely serious man.

The code name will not be given at will, as an indelible mark on the person who passed the test, the meaning is very important.

When Gin first got his codename, like most people, he didn’t have any extra feelings. The person who should do what should be killed will not change because of the codename. The same is true for his real name, no matter what he is called. Desire is himself.

But later, his attitude changed because of one person.

Gin loves the codename.

He never regarded it as the collar or shackles of some kind of hound, it was the wailing of the prey in his ears, the scorching flames exploded and splashed into his eyes, and he gritted out his sharp animal teeth in extreme excitement and blood boiling—— Even if the madness has covered the whole body, the belonging that can be grasped in the dark by raising one's hand.

This affiliation stems from the trust that BOSS never gave a reason for.The man knew that he was a beast and not a wolfhound, but he still cut off his chains, as if knowing that he would return without restraint.

It doesn't matter if other idiots don't care, anyway, this lunatic Gin doesn't care about rights, he only cares about this "thing" that will satisfy as long as he can catch it.

So he voluntarily guarded the portal for the boss, and every guy who wanted to get the code name had to prove that he had the qualifications.He will not tolerate garbage spoiling the hard work of the BOSS. If there are impurities that should not be hidden in their useless skins, there will be beasts following the blood.

When Gin chose code names for qualified members on behalf of the BOSS, he would never play around like Belmode. The names of the wines were all in line with the characteristics of the other party, and there were hidden deep meanings—speaking of which, his dislike for Belmode , which is superimposed layer by layer.

It was completely unexpected for Gin that the BOSS asked him to replace his fake identity.

The cold blood that was roaring under the moonlight night suddenly calmed down, and after the miraculous move to him, it was clean and clear.

——No one is qualified to remove the code name for you.

——Naturally including myself.

"..."

I don't know if it was an illusion, but Qian Mu seemed to really feel the silver-haired man's undisguised sincerity from just a few words.

Chichen...does this word really match Gin?

When other people hear such comments, will they doubt life on the spot, and then sneer without hesitation?

If Qian Mu didn't ask more questions on a whim tonight, maybe he wouldn't believe it, or he would have to wait a long time before he could gradually believe it.

It's like he has never been able to understand why Gin, who is actually free-wheeling in his thoughts, is so loyal to the "BOSS" even though the script is firmly confirmed. He didn't know why Gin was brainwashed by the BOSS.

However, even though Qian Mu had this question in the past, he didn't care about the answer, he just needed to ensure that the plan could go smoothly.

Gin is very loyal and can do almost everything for him, saving him a lot of trouble, so he is very satisfied.Giving most of the privileges to Gin is not just the so-called ability to do more, he is also telling him: what you want to do with the rights, get what you want, as long as you don't cross the bottom line, I won't bother.

——Because this is the greatest reward I can give you.

Qian Mu felt that his hints were very straightforward, and Gin should be very happy to receive the hints. Both parties got their own satisfactory results, and everyone was happy. He, the hands-off boss who oppressed his subordinates, was even more legitimate, without any sense of guilt.

But the subsequent development was beyond Qian Mu's surprise.

Four years later and one year... yes, not one year, two years, five years, Gin broke his expectations with practical actions.

Gin was working for the boss seriously, instead of acquiescing that he could replace him. Even Rum, who was only allowed to let him go, was moved, but Gin didn't respond, and even wanted to crush Rum to death for the boss.

Although he did not follow the order of the BOSS, but in the end he did not keep the eyeball that was gouged out to be used as a decoration. Instead, he generously gave it back to Rum—with a glassy crystal sphere stuffed into it. Rum mouth, and help him swallow the way.

When receiving the result report, Qian Mu only glanced indifferently before acquiescing to Gin's handling method.

Even though he felt that Gin's approach was a bit special, it didn't seem like he was maliciously venting his anger for being backstabbed by Rum.If it was to vent his anger, Gin would have broken Rum's hands and feet and tortured him half to death, but this lunatic only gouged out his eyes, and Rum's other body parts were still intact.

What Gin actually did was more like a punishment and a warning...why such a merciful punishment?Is it just because the BOSS accidentally said that Rum is still useful, so his life and status should be kept temporarily?

Of course Qian Mu noticed this kind of detail, but he still didn't want to think about it deeply, as long as Gin was happy, he didn't want to probe into what was going on in the hearts of his obedient subordinates.

Because it is very troublesome.

Then, it dragged on to the present.

A slightly jumping thought didn't hold back, and Gin took advantage of the opportunity to give the boss a "surprise".

Finally, the BOSS without guilt looked at the text message, his eyes widened slightly, and he didn't know what to reply for a moment.

Unexpectedly, it's a bit out of play, and it's not usually... troublesome.

For a moment, Qianmu thought of Belmode who was respectful to him at the beginning, and then liked to touch his head when he opened his closet casually.

It also occurred to him that at the beginning he ignored them and dismissed them, but later he was so entangled that he had no choice but to be caught again and again by a gang of idiots in the police academy.

As long as the bottom line is lowered a little bit, and the tolerance for certain people is expanded a little bit-the lessons learned from the past are vivid in my memory. If Qianmu wants to insist on watching with a cold eye and concentrate on doing his own research to save his own life, he can no longer do it for a little bit of so-called, return I am really moved by the loyalty that I don't know how long it can last.

Even if he vaguely realizes that the reason for Gin's loyalty is a misunderstanding, so what? Qianmu has an extremely indifferent heart. He needs loyalty but not sincerity. If he misunderstands, he will be misunderstood. Heartstrings——

"..."

"No, I still have to appease him properly. If he notices my perfunctory, it will be even more troublesome for him to quit."

Thinking of the possibility that the mad dog found out that the BOSS actually had no feelings, and only used himself as a tool to make him go crazy and retaliate, Qian Mu sighed uncontrollably. up.

The contours of both legs squirmed reluctantly under the quilt a few times, Qianmu propped himself up and sat up, tapped the key on the phone with one hand, and finally replied under the bright moonlight:

【Okay, I'll pick it up myself, but I don't have a clue for now, do you have any suggestions? 】

[A special code name that matches your identity. 】

【..."Ketor" is not a BOSS. 】

[I understand, but since you want to use it, the code name should also have something special, as long as others can't see it. 】

I can't tell otherwise, but I can tell that Gin is really serious.

The fake identity code of BOSS is low-key and ordinary, but at the same time it cannot avoid luxury and luxury. It is estimated that even if Qian Mu thinks that he can take a code name to make do with it, this strict subordinate will not allow it.

Qian Mu can only select from his own limited knowledge of alcohol, oh, and he has to look at the list of cadres in the mailbox, so as not to take the code name seriously... Is this the troublesome procedure that Gin usually faces? Too much work.

【Grouse, Porto, Arak? 】

【Too ordinary, doesn't fit your temperament. 】

Qian Mu: "..."

It is a deliberate embarrassment for a person who has never drank alcohol to rack his brains to name his wine.

Wait, he originally sent that text message because he wanted to leave the trouble to Gin, but now he is burdening himself instead? !

If I had known it earlier, I would have looked for Belmode... Forget it, she might give him some weird name, let alone use it.

Qian Mu thought about it for a long time, and looked through the information for a long time. In the end, it was too troublesome. He thought it would be better to choose from the Huaguo wine that he knew best. Medicinal wine, baijiu, or yellow rice wine is good. The pronunciation is a bit strange when mixed with a bunch of foreign wines. But anyway, there are all kinds of wine in the winery, as long as the painting style is not obtrusive.

As a result, he cautiously looked through the list of cadres before making a happy decision.

...It's all taken up?

The boss is very angry.

But BOSS can't show that he is angry.

He kept the smile on his lips that he didn't know when, and slowly and vigorously—on the premise that the phone would not be blocked and scrapped, he euphemistically wrote down the decision he made within a few seconds of thinking.

[Glendronach, just this name, I like it very much, what do you think? 】

【very perfect. 】

As if Gin didn't feel the resentment from the boss, but felt so sincerely.

……

Qian Mu thought about it later, the code name he got by accident was actually quite non-standard in terms of format.

Glendronach is a single malt whiskey from the Huntley region in the Scottish Highlands, beloved for its unique sherry cask flavor.

But the name refers more to the distillery itself that brews whiskey.

This winery was suddenly burned down by a fire more than a hundred years ago, and the original factory manager declared bankruptcy. After more than ten years of silence, Glendronach finally recovered under the leadership of the new factory manager and regained its glory... But the luck was not good By the way, a few years ago, Glendronach once again announced the discontinuation of whiskey production, and there is no news of the resumption of production until today.

This background hidden in the past has a lot of similarities with Qianmu’s experience of becoming the boss of the black organization, but whether he will lead the organization to glory or destruction——Qianmu, who has just set this code name, has yet to decide Know.

He just felt more and more good at the moment, saying it smoothly, and the meaning was different from the pure wine name. This code name implied that behind "Ketor", there was an additional layer of identity as the boss of the black organization, whether it was whiskey or wine. The spirits all come from his winery and are under his control.

then.

Ketor, a peripheral member, has been favored by the upper management of the organization due to his outstanding performance recently, and was lucky to be promoted to a full member.

Codename: Glendronach.

Qian Mu took advantage of the opportunity to transfer himself to another site under his own name, that is, the research institute specializing in the study of unknown genetic defects and genetic diseases.

As an undercover agent, he needs to send back research-related information. Of course, the information about his illness is not good, but the messy research projects left over from the previous BOSS period are no problem.

Well, the problems that hindered early bed and early rise plus emergencies have all been resolved,

With a good mood that finally recovered, Qian Mu took the initiative to end the topic: [Then I won’t disturb your sleep, go to bed early. 】

[No effect, boss, please rest assured, I will not rest so early. 】

Qian Mu couldn't help looking at the moon hanging high outside the window: "...early?"

He suddenly felt as if he wanted to say something to Gin...but he hesitated for a while, and decided to forget it.

Maybe Gin has long been used to being out at night, no, out at night, but now he can't sleep.

The subordinate's unique way of life is none of his business, and there is no need for him to interfere.

So Qian Mu was polite to his subordinates politely, then decisively turned off the phone, closed his eyes and lay back down as if racing against time.

He enjoyed a night of high-quality and exquisite sleep, and woke up only 10 minutes later than usual the next day.

After a few days, Qian Mu reported the news of his successful promotion to the superior of the Ministry of Public Security, which was highly appreciated by the superior.

After the surprise over there, they sent the news more cautiously, telling him not to be impatient when he just got the initial approval, reduce contact during this period, try to gain a firm foothold in the organization's research institute first, and when it stabilizes, collect important value information, and then communicate with the contact person.

Qian Mu had no choice but to say, "Okay."

Randomly add an encryption to the intelligence files sorted out in advance, and Qianmu will throw it into the computer and leave it alone. It is justifiable to wait for a while, and then disassemble the information and send it out bit by bit.

After reporting to the secret research institute, Qian Mu's life has not changed much.

This research institute is different from the "Silver Bullet" research institute. It is basically full of pure researchers. Before he transferred in, there was no official member of the organization.

Although these researchers have occasional complaints about the restricted personal freedom, with the help of money and welfare, they basically maintain a high degree of enthusiasm for their work. In the institute, except for the research task itself, everyone and everything are Not on their radar.

They never care about the private affairs of their colleagues, nor do they know that they are working for a terrorist organization. They only care about when the research progress of this period will be completed, so that they can get together with their families and enjoy life during their vacations.

Qian Mu just changed the research location, which has his exclusive laboratory and lounge, and other members do not have the permission to enter. All he knows is that the young colleague who was airborne has an unusual identity and has the authority to govern all of them. Research If there is any progress, it needs to be reported to him in time.

Other than that, there is nothing special about it. Everyone has their own division of labor. Unless a certain part of the research needs to be completed collaboratively, they will appear in the same laboratory. At other times, they are like strangers, protecting their privacy very well.

This extremely weakly interconnected working model was also intentionally guided by Qian Mu.

During this period of time, besides doing research, he just fished and relaxed. When he pretended to be a scholar, he had to go out for a while when he was acting and fishing. Now he lives in his own research institute, he doesn't even want to go out, and almost forgets that he is an undercover agent.

Fortunately, even if he has forgotten everyone, there is still someone who always misses him.

Akai Hideo was discharged from the hospital early in the morning.

In order to perfect the character design and not show his flaws, FBI Ace deliberately waited for an extra week. After receiving the message "Sorry, I didn't find any news about your relatives" from Qian Mu, he began to play the role of an inspirational foreigner who is actively looking for a job to make a living. youth.

Akai Hideichi has found many jobs, some of which are purely physical labor, and some are night jobs in convenience stores, which fills up the day very much, fully showing the hardships of foreigners wandering alone in other countries.

During the period, he occasionally chatted with Qian Mu, asking some foreigners about the habits of the islanders, and his attitude was neither eager nor abrupt, just like the most common small talk among ordinary friends.

When a certain part-time job is on vacation and is not so busy, Akai Shuichi will send a text message to Qianmu, asking if Qianmu is free. He has received his salary, so he should treat Qianmu to a meal as a help Looking for thanks for relatives.

After Qian Mu received the news, he realized that he had stayed in the research institute for several days without seeing the sun, which would be bad for his health, and it was interesting to act with a certain actor, so he went happily.

Akai Hideichi's chosen place to treat guests is a well-known izakaya, which is near his part-time job.

They made an appointment earlier, avoiding the off-duty dinner that office workers are most keen on, and lifted the curtain with the word "wine" written on the door of the izakaya. The slightly narrow inner room is still empty, only the one used by the boss In front of the row of long tables at the cooking counter, there were one or two drinking guests sitting sporadically.

When Qianmu came in, Akai Shuichi had already arrived.

The tall man with long hair was very conspicuous, and Qianmu saw him at a glance. He was sitting in the corner, wearing a knitted hat that covered his forehead, and he didn't take it off even when he entered the slightly stuffy room.

"I've been waiting for a long time." Qianmu walked over, pulled out the chair, and sat directly opposite Akai Shuichi, "It should be me who came to treat guests. I promised to help you find relatives, but it didn't help. Only treats can help you." To express my apologies slightly..."

"It's nothing, it's just a meal. Mr. Ketor's kindness made me feel very warm in a foreign country. With my current income, I can only treat guests here. Please don't dislike me."

Akai Shuichi's green eyes stared at the red-haired young man, his frowning brows were slightly relaxed, and the corners of his mouth were slightly raised, as if to say that meeting the only friend he met in this country relieved a lot of fatigue accumulated on his body .

"How can I dislike it? Someone invited me to dinner, and I was too happy. Izakaya, after returning to China, I have been looking for a chance to try it, but I was so busy that I forgot it. This time is just right."

"Here is the menu, Mr. Ketor please first."

"Hahaha, then I'm not going to be polite. Let's have...well, plum tea with rice."

"Just one ochazuke?" Akai Hideichi was a little surprised, "Order as you like, you don't need to save me money, this store's signature pork chop rice seems to be quite good, and there are many side dishes that look delicious."

Qian Mu smiled: "Enough is enough, I don't eat much, so I promise I'm not being polite to you."

Although Akai Shuichi subconsciously didn't believe it, he didn't ask further, but after he finished ordering the main course, he added some side dishes that looked full on the menu just in case.

Qianmu’s Ochazuke is simple to make, so it’s served quickly.

When the brown rice tea is submerged to two-thirds of the rice in the bowl, the dried seaweed shreds spread on the rice have already softened, and the salted perilla plums are continuously poured with hot tea. When mixed together, it smells like mouth fluid.

...For a healthy adult male, wouldn't such a meal be too little and too bland?

Akai Shuichi was probably thinking about this question.

At this time, the large pork chop rice he ordered was also served, and it also came with a miso soup. The contrast between the two was quite sharp.

The two chatted while eating, but Qian Mu's eyes never fell on the oily snacks, and the extra meat that Akai Shuichi ordered seemed to be non-existent, and was mercilessly snubbed.

——So, it's not being polite, but really having a light taste, and not interested in greasy and heavy food?

Akai Shuichi recalled the days when he was taken by the killer to eat, drink and have fun. Although Ketor ate the indispensable big fish and meat, he always ate very little and very slowly.

At that time, Akai Shuichi thought that the red-haired young man deliberately showed a poor appetite because he was wary of murderers tampering with the food, but now it seems that the root cause is that it does not suit the taste, which is really unexpected.

"... Ketor-kun, are you sure you are full? Would you like to order something else?" Akai Shuichi asked pretending not to notice.

"No, I'm enough." Qianmu pretended not to notice that Shuichi Akai had discovered his food preference. This conversation was still damn familiar, and he couldn't help but recall the scene in the police academy...

By the way, it was unavoidable, and I thought of those guys who were afraid that he would starve himself to death.

He obviously couldn't understand the dynamics of those guys - including where they went now and what they were going to do.

A "seed" that has been suppressed for a long time almost breaks free from the shackles of reason, and breaks out of the ground regardless.

……no.

With a perfect mask-like smile on his face, the red-haired young man was talking with an unsuspecting man, his eyes were soft and peaceful, and his voice was as gentle as a breeze.

At the same time, he looked indifferent in his inner world, as if he was concentrating on trimming the well-built but empty courtyard for some reason.

He wants to cut off all the redundant "branches and leaves", even if they grow out of the flesh and blood of his heart, he must cut them off until there is nothing left.

- Click.

This time, he still cut off "it" without hesitation, letting the blood flow.

Come back to reality.

Qianmu's mind wandered thousands of miles, but he couldn't see it on the surface. When he returned to his thoughts, the topic of talking with Akai Shuichi had gone far.

Akai Shuichi mentioned work to him unintentionally, and Qianmu, who was not in the mood, asked a few words about whether the work was going well, and Akai Shuichi briefly described his busy and heavy daily schedule in an understatement tone, I deliberately left the second half of the sentence, and did not personally express my feelings about the heavy burden.

Therefore, Qian Mu was very cooperative and helped him make up for it: "Huh? How many jobs a day? That's too hard. Don't Mr. Zhu Xing consider finding a stable job?"

Akai Shuichi's calm face finally revealed a trace of distress: "Stable jobs do not recruit foreigners, especially foreigners like me who do not have a fixed residence."

The absent-minded Qian Mu answered a few more words, and Akai Hideo saw that the groundwork was almost done, and finally got to the point: "Actually, I'm not very picky about the content of the job... I'm quite accepting, the salary can be higher, and it doesn't matter if it's a bit of a hassle."

In the previous intermittent text message chat, Akai Shuichi had already implicitly revealed to Qianmu that his views are not very righteous, as long as he can live a comfortable life, no matter if it is an ordinary job or doing some disgraceful things, He can accept it.

This can also be regarded as Akai Hideo's temptation to "Ketor".

If Ketor has nothing to do with the organization and follows the rules as he clearly shows, then after he realizes the implication, he will quickly alienate "Morhoshidai", and Akai Shuichi will change to someone who is close Target.

But after this trial, Ketor treated him as usual, and the relationship between the two seemed to be getting closer.

From this, Akai Shuichi was sure that he had made the right bet.

He stared at the thoughtful red-haired young man in front of him, and a slight regret flashed in his heart.

But that's about it.

"As long as the salary is enough, don't you choose the job content..."

Qian Mu seemed to be pondering with downcast eyes. After a while, he made a decision, then raised his eyes, smiled and said to the black-haired man, "Why don't I introduce you to a job?"

"The salary is in line with Zhu Xingjun's requirements, but..."

The smile on the corners of the red-haired youth's lips deepened instantly, and in the quiet red eyes, black feathers of crows seemed to fall silently.

"For ordinary people, it's a little dangerous, but for Mr. Zhu Xing, it should be fine."

Akai Shuichi also laughed. If the other party was playing the role of a hunter who cast a trap, then he is now the prey who knows nothing about it: "Thank you very much, so, what do I need to prepare?"

"Before joining the job, an interview is required. As for the interview time... I need to ask first. How about it, Mr. Zhu Xing, are you willing to accept this interview?"

……

"Okay, it's confirmed. I'll leave the finishing touches to you, rookie."

"no problem."

The blond youth responded with a smile, raised his hand, and fired.

The sound of gunfire weakened by the muffler was like the muffled sound of a whip whipping the ground, passing layer by layer in the narrow dark alley, and it faded away after a short distance, like the wailing of the dead before it was too late.

"Wow." The "senior" who was supposed to be leading the rookie glanced at the ground, "You're good at marksmanship, rookie. Many rookies can hit someone with their first shot. Have you practiced?"

"Yes, because of some... personal hobbies, I have practiced hard." The blond young man replied humbly.

"Personal hobbies? Hahaha." The senior understood what he meant, and it was impossible to show fear on his face. Instead, he smiled in surprise, "Then you are very suitable for this place, and I have a good vision."

The senior picked up the black suitcase that had checked the quantity of "goods", walked out with ease, and when he passed by the blond young man, he patted him on the shoulder encouragingly: "I'm not those boring guys who like to suppress newcomers, you kid. I have an appetite, after this mission is over, I will recommend you to the higher-ups, maybe you will be able to get the code name soon."

He took another shot, "Come on, don't die too early, Amuro."

The blond young man named Toru Amuro smiled gratefully: "Thank you for your appreciation! I will definitely work hard."

The seniors and newcomers walked through the foul-smelling stagnant water in the alley, without looking back at the corpse engulfed in darkness.

Toru Amuro actually wanted to see, at least to see clearly the face of the first person he personally killed.

However, there was no light in this hateful place. After he shot, the red color occupied the entire field of vision, and it didn't go away for a long time.

Fortunately, when he was on the verge of falling, he remembered what Qianmu had said to him a long time ago.

——Don’t try to remember the faces of all the dead, you only need to remember the looks of the innocent people killed by you, because only they are closely related to you, and you will never be able to get rid of them in this life.will not have?Then remember your answer, and then don't put everything in your head.

...was that guy blatantly cheating?Or did you see the future in advance?

I've wanted to complain like this for a long time, and I don't know these things so accurately, otherwise how could I have accurately guessed that he would definitely come undercover, and that he would definitely be mentally shaken when he killed someone for the first time.

It was purely a subconscious imagination, and then Toru Amuro suddenly came back to his senses in a very short time: the corpse was behind him, and the senior was a few steps ahead of him. His steps did not slow down or speed up, and he smiled vaguely Did not forget to bring it.

The "performance" was perfect, without flaws.

When thinking of the comforting words entrusted earlier, and the speaker's ever-changing stinky face, the heaviness that was pressing on Toru Amuro's heart lightened quietly, and then dissipated like a cloud of smoke.

He walked slowly towards the entrance of the alley, and there was a street lamp in the distance casting a shallow light source, although it only illuminated a little darkness in the very close place.

After Jiang Gu Ling graduated, as Qian Mu had predicted, he was recruited by the Public Security Department of the Police Department because of his excellent performance, and was selected as an undercover agent who sneaked into the black organization.

The organization in black is exactly the mysterious force that he has been thinking about eradicating. Jiang Gu Ling has long been mentally prepared and is willing to sacrifice for his dream and to protect the country.

Jiang Gu Ling abandoned all the interpersonal relationships that belonged to this name. Now he is called Amuro Toru. After more than a month, he was finally favored by the members of the organization who deliberately flattered him, and he was drawn into it. There are still one hundred and eight thousand miles.

Under his positive performance, the official members who brought him expressed their appreciation for his ruthlessness, as well as his clever tongue and acting skills that can fool the target to obtain information at will, and recommended him to the top cadres.

Toru Amuro was indeed lucky.

At present, the black organization does not seem to lack members of the operation team, but there are many gaps in the members of the intelligence team due to unknown reasons.

The high-level executives saw that the recommendation specifically stated that Toru Amuro was quite capable in intelligence collection, and even made an exception and gave a newcomer who had just joined the organization a chance to prove himself on the spot.

The organization member in charge of this official "interview" is still the senior, and the mysterious high-level can't easily show up.

Toru Amuro knew that there was only one chance, and he must not make a mistake, so he had already put all his energy into it before he arrived at the designated place that his senior told him.

The location is the central square.

Looking past the children chasing the pigeons, they locked on the side of the fountain pool where the target was obvious.

Toru Amuro silently confirmed: age around 25, mixed-race appearance, long black hair, knitted hat...

That's right, this is the person.

The content of the test he received was to pretend to be an official member of the organization to contact him, to dig out the details of the newcomer who wanted to join the organization without revealing his identity, and to determine the purpose of joining the organization—if there was any problem, he would immediately clear.

Akai Shuichi is also waiting for his "examination questions".

His "interview" sounds very simple. Later, some so-called "examiners" without specific identity information will come to him and introduce him to the customs and customs of his future workplace... He just needs to deal with these people smoothly and find Just find the real examiner among them.

After posing by the fountain for a long time, the FBI ace who had dealt with countless npcs and the crowd of chatters waited, and suddenly cast his eyes forward.

"Test", here we come.

...It seems that the correct answer can be seen at a glance. Is it really that simple?

Intuition tells Akai Shuichi that there is a problem.

But at this time, he still doesn't know how in the next half a day, this simple interview will be... turbulent.