How to file a resignation with Gin

When Hojo Natsuki was 17 years old, he boarded a plane back to Japan.

Before leaving, Chivas Regal came to see him off and told him, "Be obedient and don't have second thoughts, Gin won't make things difficult for you."

"I heard that he always suspects that his subordinates are undercover agents." Xia Shu asked, "Is that so?"

"It's also normal for someone in his position."

"I still don't understand." Xia Shu took back the boarding box from the other party while self-service check-in and seat selection, "Why did [Laplace Demon] stop just as soon as he said it? I'm quite interested."

During his college years, Chivas Regal hinted to him many times that when he returned from his studies, the project that the Hojo couple had been working on would be restarted and he would be the person in charge.

But after finishing his studies, Hojo Natsuki somehow became TopKiller's exclusive technical support, and [Laplace Demon] never heard from him.

"The higher authorities are going to focus on drug development." Chivas Regal said vaguely, "Maybe it will be restarted in the future."

Seeing that he looked a bit embarrassed, Natsuki Hojo didn't ask any more questions.

He also didn't have a big ambition to make some achievements, he just wanted to mix his wages in the organization safely and securely, and strive for early retirement.It's the same anywhere, working for one person can be fun and easy.

Gin personally came to pick up the people at the airport.

The silver-haired man leaned against the car, with a cigarette in his mouth, and tilted his head to answer the phone.The underground parking lot was glaringly bright, but he was standing in a corner under the backlight, his profile under the brim of his hat was dull.

Before Hojo Natsuki noticed him, the other party had already stared at him.

That gaze was clearly calm and indifferent, yet inexplicably dangerous.

He remembered that he had seen this person before, when he was hospitalized in a car accident, the other party came to see him.Wearing a black flat-brimmed hat, the half-length of smooth and smooth silver hair has a small knot at the back of the head. If it weren't for the sharp and stiff features, it would even be a bit cute.

In the past two years, Gin's hair has grown to nearly waist length.

Hojo Natsuki couldn't help but start thinking wildly, wouldn't it be inconvenient to move with such long hair?It would be obvious if there was blood on it.

What if someone pulls his hair during a fight?It will cause hair loss, I feel so angry if I don't pull it back, but if I pull it back, the nature of the fight will become a funny head-to-head...

"Natsuki Hojo." Gin called out his name, bringing back his wandering thoughts, "From today onwards, you will work for me."

Because he had heard of Gin's bad name a long time ago, Hojo Natsuki's attitude was cautious and solemn at the beginning.

He also heard that the other party was hi-jing, so he forcibly suppressed his desire to share. When the two of them were together, they could even say only ten sentences a day, and they were all about tasks.

Even so, Gin still often has an unhappy face, which is really incomprehensible.

"Mr. Gin, you..."

Gin Jiu interrupted: "Call me by name."

Xia Shu cautiously asked, "Gin?"

Gin responded noncommittally.

Xia Shu felt inexplicably that this was not what the other party wanted to be called.He thought about whether to call him "big brother", but after thinking about it, he decided to forget it, which seemed too flattering.

As time progressed, he discovered that, as Chivas Regal said, Gin was an irreproachable boss, apart from being suspicious and always pointing guns at his companions.

There were two earlier members of the action team, Chianti and Cohen.The former is an impatient woman, the latter is calm and taciturn, more silent than gin.

But Gin also pointed a gun at Cohen and asked him sharply whether he deliberately let go of the target. His voice was so cold that even the frost in Hokkaido turned into a backdrop.

Cohen unhurriedly stated the reasons for his mistakes. There were indeed objective factors that were difficult to overcome, and finally succeeded in persuading Gin.

He put away Beretta and warned: "Pray that I don't catch you."

The moisture in the air is almost condensing into ice.

Natsuki Hojo sweated for Cohen, fearing that the other party's blood would splash on the spot; while Gin behaved as if he hadn't threatened his companion just now, and ordered a few key matters, and got out of the car alone.

"What expression?" Chianti laughed at him, "Scared?"

Xia Shu had seen him kill people, and he was very quick, never wasting an extra bullet.

However, Qin Jiu also had such an indiscriminate attitude towards his companions, which made him a little bit afraid, and said vaguely: "... a bit."

Chianti wiped his eyepiece and said indifferently; "He never threatened you? Isn't he used to it?"

Xia Shu: "...Huh?"

"No, no?" Chianti raised his voice slightly.

She looked absolutely amazed, her pteris tattoo was about to take flight.

Gin has almost never lost his temper with him. Xia Shu believes that this part is due to his high efficiency in handling affairs. After all, it is overkill for an organization to focus on cultivating high-intelligence talents as technical assistants. What difficulties have been encountered.

"There are still some." Xia Shu recalled, with a somewhat indescribable expression, "How should I put it..."

More like teasing than threats.

Due to work mistakes made by several intelligence personnel during the handover, the progress of the battle plan given by Xia Shu was slow, which indirectly caused the loss of time and energy.

Qin Jiu looked down at him at that time, and patted Xia Shu's cheek with the cold barrel: "Explain?"

Xia Shu trembled for a second, almost breaking into a cold sweat. He quickly explained the reason for the mistake, and said that he would immediately investigate and re-formulate the plan.

"10 minutes." The other party laughed dumbly, not like a threat, but with an intimate and subtle tone, "You don't want to know the consequences."

He subconsciously felt that this matter could not be told to Chianti as it was, but fortunately, the other party was not so curious.

When Chianti heard him say "yes", he shrugged and continued: "Then you are still making such a fuss."

Xia Shu: "..."

Not...forget it.

Except for Hojo Natsuki, the three members of the action team are all snipers, which made him feel out of place, but it is impossible to practice sniper skills specially. He even practiced pistol shooting often beyond the six rings, and even hit other people's guns. target.

So he decided to save the country with a curve, and played a popular FPS game for cloud practice.

Facts have proved that no talent means no talent. Hojo Natsuki was soon greeted by his teammates because of his sunset red spearmanship, and ridiculed face-to-face is even more common.

He was so humiliated that he deleted the game immediately.

However, during a certain foreign affairs, he met a person: Shuji Tsushima.

He was a young man who was always looking for death and life. He was a rookie in the intelligence team who was unparalleled in the organization, and his behavior style was weird.

When Xia Shu was explaining the course of action for him, Tsushima said absently "hmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmm" while lowering his head to play a game on the tablet, which turned out to be the one he had played before.

He twitched the corner of his mouth, and didn't bother to persuade Tsushima to be serious, since the other party would finish it anyway.

"It's weird." Xia Shu stared at it for a while, "Why can you hit this gun with such a crooked angle? Is it a bug identified by the game? Are you stuck with a bug?"

Shuji Tsushima raised his eyes, weak and innocent and said very naturally: "I opened the self-aiming."

Xia Shu: "?"

"Do you want me to play with you?" Tsushima asked, "I'm almost on the top [-] in the US server."

"Why is it beautiful clothes?"

"The Japanese service was discovered by the GM and the title was opened."

Xia Shu: "?"

He suddenly realized that there is still such a broad road to opening up.

So the interest was rekindled, and I downloaded the game again overnight, cracked the basic decision logic of the code, and wrote an ultimate modifier that can be called unsolvable.

Xia Shu: [Tsushima, come and play the game, I am invincible]

Tsushima: [Here we come. 】

It was the first time for Xia Shu to experience the feeling of galloping in the game. His teammates shouted that the gods had descended, and his opponents frantically questioned him and accused him of using technology too shamelessly.

Tsushima: [So you would like to play this kind of game?I thought you only liked silly little games like fishing ^^. 】

Xia Shu: [?Why is there such a misunderstanding. 】

Tsushima: [The temperament is closer. 】

Xia Shu twitched the corners of his mouth, put his fingers on the keyboard, and was about to complain when he was knocked on the door by Gin Jiu who lived next door.

Xia Shu: "!"

He didn't dare not open it, and just as he was about to argue, he met the other party's loose and playful gaze: "Playing games in the middle of the night?"

The next day, Gin took him to the shooting range and personally guided his movements.

The silver-haired man held him in his arms, the faint smell of tobacco wrapped around him, and his warm breath scorched the roots of his ears.

"The handle of the gun is stuck in the tiger's mouth, relax the index finger."

"Fire to stabilize the center of gravity and hold your breath."

……

At the end of the day, Hojo Natsuki almost dislocated his arm, and his whole body looked like a bald little quail.

"I heard that you were taught a lesson for committing suicide." Chianti laughed at him with great interest, "Speaking of it makes me laugh?"

Xia Shu sniffed: "...Don't mention it."

Chianti looked even more excited: "Tell me, why?"

Xia Shu thought for a while, then changed the subject abruptly: "Do you know why Gin has long hair? It's strange that the killer has long hair."

Fortunately, Chianti was very cooperative, and he really thought about it, with a thoughtful expression on his face: "I really don't know this, maybe it's to improve the recognition. When you mention the characteristics of long silver hair, it's easy to think of him, and the hostile organization will panic when they hear it. "

This explanation is very reasonable, but Xia Shu still finds it a little weird.

So he had the audacity to ask this question directly.

It was Christmas Eve at that time, Gin took him out for dinner, and rarely ostentatiously entered a high-end restaurant—of course, it was out of mission needs rather than a sense of festival ritual. This restaurant is a place frequented by the mission target, so come and visit in advance It is also a matter of course.

A thin layer of snow fell on the shoulders of his black windbreaker, and he was slowly untying his belt. When he heard Xia Shu's question, he was stunned for a moment.

Gin didn't answer directly, but just gave him a cold look.

Xia Shu: "!"

He didn't dare to ask.

He ate a meal honestly, and then left a tip—although the other party settled the bill, the living habits he developed in California made him subconsciously put two bills on the table and press them under the glass.

It wasn't until the waiter caught up with the money in panic that Xia Shu realized that he had done something stupid. He thanked the other party and put the money back into his wallet, complaining softly, "Why didn't you remind me..."

Qin Jiu smiled and turned to look at him.

The green eyes seemed to be covered with a layer of frost and snow, and the cold winter would become his backing.

……

【Your hair grows so fast. 】

[I think Ah Zhen's long hair will look good, the kind that makes people unable to look away, believe me.And the long silver hair is really recognizable. 】

【how long?Should it be two or three years? 】

[I'll be back when your hair grows to this - um - long. 】

……

Gin's pace was fast, he seemed to be thinking about something, and was in a bad mood.

The other party walked ahead alone, and Xia Shu followed step by step.

He guessed that something at work made Gin Jiu angry, so he obediently followed behind him, trying to catch up with him.

Xia Shu was quickly attracted by Gin's long hair dangling behind him.

The long snowy hair shone with a light silver light, like the pouring moonlight, like a dream in the hazy snowy night.

Like a puppy whose attention has been intercepted by a toy ball, he stared at it closely, and even wanted to reach out and touch it.

But dare not.

Gin was extremely sensitive to sight, and quickly noticed his abnormality.

"Look at what?" He looked back.

The shadow of the street light cast a dark ambiguity on his profound features, and it seemed that even those cold green eyes softened a bit.

"Your hair is beautiful." Xia Shu blinked, and subconsciously blurted out his thoughts. He said dryly and honestly, "I want to touch it, is that okay?"

Gin: "..."

He turned his head and sneered: "Get lost."

Xia Shu: "...Okay."

He, too, felt a little ashamed, looking down at the thin snow on the sidewalk.

Everywhere on the commercial street is bright and dazzling, lighting up the night as if it were day.Xia Shu suddenly felt that this kind of scene should have happened many times, maybe because Tokyo doesn't need sleep like California, maybe it's because the cold wind blows him too much.

Gin's pace gradually slowed down.

And Xia Shu didn't look at the road, and was distracted while kicking the snow, so he accidentally bumped into the opponent's back.

He quickly took two steps back: "Sorry..."

Qin Jiu sneered: "You can't even walk?"

Xia Shu didn't care about his ridicule, but asked thoughtfully: "Gin, I heard that you are against [Laplace Demon]."

"...can I know why?"

When the name of this project was blurted out, the inconspicuous smile disappeared from the corner of the other party's lips.

After a long time, he said, "It's nothing but whimsical."

Xia Shu's expression of inquiry and curiosity caught his eyes, so Gin lowered his tone and said maliciously: "Many people died because of this."

"Including your parents."