villain gin

Of all the fuss in the system, Gin thought it was understandable only this time when the cake was being baked.

This skill is indeed not consistent with his image, so Qin Jiu explained to it in a rare way: "I learned it when I was doing the task before."

Gin rarely took on such missions that required a disguise to infiltrate. To be precise, he never took on missions since he had the authority to take missions on his own, so he did that mission when he was still very young.

The object of the task is a Cordon Bleu pastry chef. Gin still doesn't know where he offended the organization, and he didn't care about it. He pretended to be an apprentice who wanted to be a teacher, and spent a lot of money to get the other party's personal guidance. It took me a month to find out the target's living habits, and then completed the task in one night with the opera cake I just learned.

Gin didn't like poison, and that was the first and last target of his poison.

Therefore, although he doesn't hate desserts, he never eats desserts outside. He only occasionally makes some by himself, and sometimes uses it to pass the time—such as now.

Gin was thinking about the next plan while beating the eggs. After dealing with Kiel's affairs, he could do a few tasks and take a break before formally thinking about raising his popularity. He is not good at this, even if there is a plan for the traveler He is still not good at memory and memory, and he tore up that plan... Qin Jiu can only use his excellent memory to recall something, and then feel that there should be nothing wrong with him. The little devil found out that he would not kill him for the time being, and he should immediately change from a state of panic when he saw him to the trouble of constantly testing his bottom line—as if he was also panicking and dying at the same time, he deserves to be favored by the world main character.

After thinking about gin for a while, he couldn't think about it anymore. Compared with the issue of popularity, killing undercover agents was more to his liking. After sifting through the United States, he also had to sift through Europe, as well as Africa and North America... Although the organization There is no industry there, and Asia is at the end. After all, it is the headquarters of the organization, and the boss must be notified before taking action.

When Gin Jiu's thoughts were running wildly in the direction of the undercover agent, the system's cheerful voice sounded: "Host, the results of the second popularity vote are out!"

"Your ranking hasn't changed, it's still No.6! Five hundred points and a lucky draw! Draw now!"

Gin: "..."

Qin Jiu: "Don't jump out suddenly next time, wait until I ask you."

This time I just stopped while pouring the batter, what if it is when I shoot the gun next time?

Although Qin Jiu had confidence in his abilities, he preferred to make complete preparations in advance. If a voice suddenly appeared in his head at a critical moment and yelled loudly, no matter how calm he was, it would be difficult not to be affected.

"Oh, good," the system was very obedient, "The host, do you want to draw a lottery?"

"Let's smoke it." Gin put the cake batter into the oven.

The turntable reappeared, spinning, and Gin said "Stop" after timing the oven.

The system's surprised voice sounded: "Congratulations to the host for getting the retrospective card!!"

"It's not jelly beans this time!" The system cheered, "You are lucky, host!"

A card appeared out of thin air and landed in Gin's hand.

He didn't expect this thing to be real.

The cards look very ordinary, only a little bigger than ordinary poker cards. One side has a simple line-like pattern - also a bit like a poker card, and the other side is two pictures-like text.

The reason why it is called characters is because when he saw these two characters, he automatically recognized it as "backtracking" in his mind, although he didn't know which language it was.

Below these two words, there is a relatively small word "Instruction" in Chinese. When the gin was tapped, a large light curtain popped up on the card immediately, with "Instructions for Use" written on the top.

Gin quickly looked over. Among the thousands of words of instructions, more than half were disclaimers, and the other half were warnings. The rest were serious instructions. The function of the backtracking card is to send people back to a certain time in the past. Duan, not the body, but the soul wear, that is, the soul returns to the past self. The time of time travel is only half an hour, but you can freely choose the time point you want to reach.

"This card is very useful!" The system said excitedly, "You can go back in time to save people!"

"Save someone?" Qin Jiu frowned suspiciously.

"Ah, you know," the system said enthusiastically, "Those popular Bai Yueguang characters, like the police academy team, if you can save them, their popularity will definitely increase a lot!"

Gin's expression slowly changed from doubt to sarcasm as he recalled who the "police academy team" was.

"Why should I save the police?" he asked mockingly.

"Because...they are very popular?" The system tentatively said, "And it helps you shape your image?"

"I can't figure it out," Gin said sarcastically, "after I've emphasized it, why do you still think I want to create a clean image."

"I just think," the system's voice became softer, "it's not easy for a pure villain to gain popularity...Although your popularity is not bad now..."

Gin felt that he had to speak clearly with it.

"I understand what you mean," he said patiently. "Of course you have more experience in this field than I do, but I know myself better than you do."

"I'm not a person who can turn gray, maybe your former host can, but I'm not him," Gin stared at the light in the oven with a cold expression, "I can save people, but it must be useful to the organization People like those—undercover, or cops, I’ll just kill them, oh, not necessarily the cops, I’m not that free.”

"Of course, I don't have that much time to save people, which doesn't make sense to me," he emphasized, "unless you think that saving a person and then killing him can also improve my popularity."

"Actually...maybe," the system whispered, "Falling in love and killing each other is very popular now."

Gin snickered, but didn't answer his words: "Of course I don't want to die, but it's impossible to do everything to not die. I admit, because of that guy's memory, I can even find some excuses to save people now," he nodded own temple, "—but it's not necessary."

This is not the same as letting those mice go temporarily, it is a compromise out of desperation, and it is completely self-inflicted, if he fails and gets wiped out because of not doing so, that is also an ending that Gin Jiu can accept.

"Okay, I understand," the system sighed regretfully, "Then put this card away first, it may be useful in the future if it is not used to save people."

Gin nodded and found the card package interface in the system. He passed the backtracking card to that position, and saw that the card became translucent—it went back into the card package.

Hopefully the system will be smarter after this time—he thought hopelessly.

Then Gin regained his interrupted thoughts. After the affairs in the United States are over, he will go to Canada first, then return to Japan, and then go to Europe. Unlike the United States, the organization has several branches in Europe. If the person in charge of Keir did not tell Belmode because he was afraid of causing trouble, then he had to do it himself for the undercover agents in Europe because these people would hold each other back... especially In the theater version, there are British and German undercover agents, but there are no French ones... It annoys him to think of the three responsible persons mocking each other.

While washing the dishes, Gin received a message from Chianti. The two snipers had just got off the plane. He asked Vodka to pick them up, and he came back to think about things on the American side.

It is not difficult to find out the undercover agents, but the difficult thing is to solve them, correct them, and solve them all—after all, there are too many undercover agents, and if someone accidentally hears about it, they will run away.

Make up some tasks.

It's up to Belmode, and Gin called Belmode.

"Creating tasks? Of course there is no problem," the woman said with a smile, "Send me the list."

Gin was wary: "What do you want?"

"Is that how you miss me?" Belmode said in a disgusting coquettish tone, "It's also my job to catch undercover agents~"

In need of help, Gin swallowed the phrase "I'm going to throw up" and replaced it with: "Let me know when it's done."

Then hung up the phone.

Although Belmode spoke disgustingly, she was still very efficient, especially deceiving people was what she was good at. Gin had just taken out the baked cake and received her email.

He opened it while eating the cake. Belmode divided the undercover agents into several teams and arranged different tasks for them. The task time was interspersed and staggered, which took about a week-this was also in line with Gin's idea, and they were too close together. It is easy to see the problem, and if the front line is too long, it will lead to information leakage. One week is just right.

... If only this woman could be so efficient when doing tasks.

About the same time came the Vodka mail, saying that Chianti and Cohen had settled into their safe house and were ready to go.

Gin almost wanted them to start action immediately, and then realized that the first mission arranged by Belmode was a day later, so he told Vodka to let them rest and stand by, and he could go to the shooting range to practice in a hurry—the shooting range here is Qinjiu personally inspected and built it, and it is excellent in all aspects.

Then Gin re-read the information given by Belmode, and compared it with the previous information that was suspected of being an undercover agent. Out of prudent considerations, he does not plan to take charge of the mission next week. Whatever the problem, he still has to save people by himself in the end.

After finishing all the things that should be dealt with, Qin Jiu saw that it was past twelve o'clock, and he couldn't help but reflect, as if the traveler's impression of his workaholic was not wrong...

He walked out of the study, and the vodka on the sofa jumped up: "Brother!"

Knowing that he was still awake, Qin Jiu nodded, "Go to sleep."

"Okay brother! The food is in the steamer, brother." Vodka responded, and then went back to the room. This little brother is really worry-free, but he is too much around him. Gin is thinking about the plan for next week, and I hope this This task can develop him some independent ability.

He went into the kitchen to get his supper, went back to his bedroom, and fell asleep quickly.