How to file a resignation with Gin

Seeing Xia Shu's displeased face, Vodka opened his mouth, but finally said nothing.

He thought back to the days when he first joined the gin group.

Before joining the organization, Vodka was a freelance mercenary with excellent driving skills, marksmanship and martial arts, and was selected by Gin because of his high obedience.

Vodka admires TopKiller very much, and is impressed by his insight and strategic deployment ability, so he is very happy to take up the position of gin assistant... although he is essentially a driving boy.

At the beginning, I had to hand over the work to Natsuki Hojo.

The other party was too young, but his handling of affairs was swift and resolute, and his efficiency was terrifyingly high; he was not in good physical condition, always sick, couldn't run fast, and would be so shocked by the recoil of a sniper rifle that he needed three days of recuperation.

But the horror of this person is that as long as he drinks a glass of iced Americano, his life can be extended indefinitely like a game modifier.

Vodka has done two things that he regrets very much. The first is because he underestimated Hojo Natsuki because of his appearance, and the other is because he believed his nonsense about his big brother.

"Don't be too nervous, Gin is easy to get along with." Xia Shu said calmly, "Just treat him as a friend."

Vodka lost himself in the sound of "Gin is easy to get along with", until Beretta pressed it on the side of his forehead and realized that the elder brother seemed to have some kind of double standard. Anyway, I regret it very much when I think about it.

Vodka has a deep understanding that there are some things that Natsuki does and he does, and the results are completely different.

Anyway, he didn't dare to tell his elder brother confidently that you go to wash the dishes.

Hojo Natsuki didn't know that vodka could have such rich thoughts in his mind. He held the cup of hot Americano, and the dizziness and discomfort caused by the cold enveloped him, and his irritability was as scorching as a rising flame.

"I'll go downstairs and get some oden," he said to the vodka. "I'll be back in ten minutes."

There are always moments in the life of social animals that are suddenly defeated. For example, the omelet for breakfast said not to add green onions, but the owner still added it. When I moved because of work, I found that I lost my favorite small ornaments. I was tired and wanted to run suddenly. things.

Because of an unsatisfactory cup of hot Americano, Xia Shu once again considered the issue of resignation.

This idea has not stopped for a moment since he returned to Japan four years ago. Recently, he was tempted by the player forum, and he let it go for a while in order to explore the secrets of the forum.

Hojo Natsuki thought about it, and decided to wait for Zhu Xingda to get the code name and then ask Gin to resign. It shouldn't take long, maybe it will be a few months.

After making this decision, he immediately felt a lot more relaxed, and quickly approached the small oden cooking shop.

Hojo Natsuki stared sleepily at the steaming hot pot, but had no appetite because of a cold.He went to the back of the line, and the black-haired youth in front was answering the phone.

He was wearing a police uniform, turned his head slightly, and held his mobile phone on his shoulder: "Kombu, three skewers of Arctic wings, two skewers of bamboo wheels, two skewers of radishes... that's it, got it."

It should be the criminal policeman on the night shift at the nearby police station... No, the uniform looks like a policeman.He was supposed to help his colleagues bring supper, the hair on the back of his head was in natural curls, and his voice sounded very young.

Hojo Natsuki felt that his voice was a little familiar, but he didn't care too much, and was distracted while queuing.

When he arrived at the curly-haired policeman, he turned around and almost bumped into Xia Shu, raised his eyes and said sorry to him.

Then the other party stared at his face in shock.

Hojo Natsuki was terrified by him, and pressed his baseball cap, thinking that he might just meet the police who were chasing him.

He fumbled for the mini pistol in his pocket without any trace. There were many people nearby, and they would stay here at night, so a confrontation would be the worst policy.

However, Little Curly's expression changed from shock to thought, and from thought to joy, and finally called his name tentatively: "... Xia Shu?"

Hojo Natsuki stood still, thinking that this was a new type of public security fraud.

But looking at the other party's appearance, it seems that they don't want to conflict in crowded places, which coincides with each other.

He nodded lightly: "Say it in another place."

Quietly send a message to Chianti, and guide the person within the sniping range of his companions. The suitable location nearby is...

Little Curly looked a little embarrassed: "No, I haven't left work yet."

Xia Shu was dumbfounded: "?"

Should members of the arresting organization choose their off-duty hours?Or do you want to catch the mafia at work, and line up one by one?

"Let me leave you a phone number." Little Curly took out a notepad from his pocket, put the bag of Kanto cooking on his wrist, and wrote down a series of numbers, "Hagi and I will become the same as you predicted at the time." The police... give it."

He tore off the mobile phone number on that page, and handed it over: "You remember to call me."

Hojo Natsuki was confused by this sudden situation.

He twitched the corner of his mouth and asked, "Excuse me, do you recognize the wrong person, officer?"

"...?" Little Curly's eyes widened, as if in disbelief, "Your name is Natsuki, right? Hojo Natsuki? I used to be a volunteer in... er, I kind of forget the name. I was a volunteer in an orphanage. You went abroad to study in university when you were fourteen or fifteen years old, right? At that time, you thought it was strange, you were clearly younger than me..."

"By the way, I'm Matsuda Jinpei." His tone was full of unwillingness, "You won't forget me at all, will you?"

Hojo Natsuki thought for a while, and realized that he probably met this young policeman during the years when he lost his memory.

He didn't let go of his guard, but showed a proper, embarrassed and sincere smile on his face: "Sorry, I had an accident before, and my memory is not complete."

"Have you lost your memory?...I see." Matsuda's frowning brows loosened a little. "Then let's talk when you have time. I'll go back and get busy first. Remember to call me."

After speaking, he left without looking back, and before he left, he did not forget to show Xia Shu a bright smile without haze.

Hojo Natsuki still did not let go of his guard, he deliberately checked to see if anyone was following him nearby, and made a detour before returning to the temporary stronghold.

Before going upstairs, he thoughtfully opened the player forum.

The number of posts on the home page is +1.

Xia Shu couldn't understand the law of unlocking permissions.

Could it be that this policeman named "Matsuda Jinping" was an undercover agent sent by the organization to the Metropolitan Police Department?Otherwise why would you know him?

……

Xia Shu pushed open the door, just bumping into Zhu Xingda who came back to report the task.

He handed an envelope to Gin, with a calm tone: "It's inside, it's a chip, and I got it back from the safe in Mai Mizuhara's villa. She should be from the Rosaceae family."

Qin Jiu taunted while tearing: "Such a simple task, it takes so long?"

Xia Shu: "...?"

Isn't the point that female stars do have other identities?

Wait a minute, it was four days ago that he and Toru Amuro went to the charity party, which means that Zhu Xingda spent less than four days getting close to Mai Mizuhara and stealing the stolen chip, which can be called amazing efficiency... ...Or, did Qin Jiu order him to investigate secretly before?

He quietly approached Vodka, and asked curiously, "Did Gin ask him to check this person before?"

Vodka lowered his voice: "As far as I know, no."

"Didn't it take Zhu Xingda three or four days to complete the task?"

Vodka nodded silently.

And Akai Hideichi, who was ridiculed by Gin, restrained his displeasure, and replied calmly with a few words.

Seeing that Gin had a tendency to get angry, Hojo Natsuki hurried forward to smooth things over.

He handed over the oden: "Gin, do you want it?"

Gin Jiu glanced at him: "...No."

Like a balloon that was suddenly punctured, it lost its temper.

So Hojo Natsuki looked at Zhu Xingda, and comforted him: "It's pretty good to finish it in three days, Gin just has higher expectations for you..."

He racked his brains to make it up, hoping to ease the relationship between the two... But help!

Why is Gin so angry again!

Hojo Natsuki turned off the fire immediately, and he didn't know what he said wrong, anyway, it's fine to turn off the mic at this time, if you don't say it, you won't make a mistake.

The gin obviously restrained his anger, and Zhu Xingda was still upset because of the gin.

But the task at hand is more important, and everyone is cooperating in this strange and peaceful atmosphere.

……

At four o'clock in the morning, today's work came to an end.

Without the iced Americano, and with the buff of a cold, Natsuki Hojo was so sleepy that his feet felt fluttering, and he wanted to sleep in the back seat of the car.

But Gin obviously didn't want him to sleep.

His gaze was so sharp that it could hurt Xia Shu when reflected in the rearview mirror, but he didn't speak.

Natsuki Hojo had no choice but to ask, "Gin, do you hate Morohoshi?"

"Selling your hue." Gin expressed his disgust succinctly, "You like it?"

Xia Shu was a little speechless suddenly. There is no distinction between high and low in the means of obtaining information, as long as the result is satisfactory.

It stands to reason that it is the same in the eyes of efficiency supremacists like Gin.

So this is not enough to be a reason for Gin to hate Zhu Xingda, so we have to dig deeper...

Xia Shu suddenly realized: "Do you dislike him because he looks a bit like you?"

Gin has no expression on his face: "I'm going to throw up."

"What?" Xia Shu's eyes widened, "Don't you think so?! What about vodka? You also think that Zhu Xingda and Gin are very similar, right—"

Vodka: "..."

I dare not say it at all! !

However, Gin had already seen clues from Vodka's hesitant expression of panic, and he lowered his face.

He had already realized this before being pointed out by Xia Shu, but both parties were unwilling to face up to each other because they hated each other.An all-purpose character for the purpose, an indifferent and patient sniper, even Leng Cui with similar pupils...

Half a minute later, Gin, who was recalling, suddenly realized a very crucial question.

He tilted his head, his gaze was as sharp as a falcon, locked tightly on Xia Shu's bewildered face, almost piercing through his flesh and bones.

"You said that Zhu Xing is big, and he is very similar to a good friend you forgot." He almost gritted his teeth, "Tell me, what does that person look like?"