When Gin loses the nether filter

Momo Jingguang, 24 years old, graduated from the Tokyo Police Academy.

After graduation, he joined the special secret department of the Metropolitan Police Department and received professional undercover training.

A month ago, he successfully entered the Black Organization through an informant at the bottom of the organization through the Metropolitan Police Department, and gradually gained the trust of other members through his excellent sniping ability.

However, because he joined the organization for a short time, he is still doing some auxiliary tasks at the bottom, and he can't touch any tasks that involve even a little bit of organization secrets.

However, even the internal information of the Metropolitan Police Department does not record how to quickly promote in the organization and obtain a code name to become an internal member.

Two days ago, Zhu Fu Jingguang and the assistant of the Metropolitan Police Department handed over the information, and the other party told him that the senior officials of the Metropolitan Police Department hoped that Zhu Fu Jingguang could obtain more information about the mysterious senior management of the organization, and secretly urged him to be promoted as soon as possible. .

Zhu Fu Jingguang was unable to respond.

Originally, he had a gentle and introverted personality. He pretended to be an indifferent sniper in the organization. In just one month, he has witnessed the darkness at the bottom of the organization. Although he has not really taken the lives of others, he is somewhat tormented. of.

Jing Guang has no one in the organization who can put down a little pretense to chat. The training he received in the Metropolitan Police Department is that he must never trust anyone in the organization.

And the assistant assigned to him by the Metropolitan Police Department was a careless middle-aged man who was not familiar with Jing Guang at all, so he didn't notice that the mentality of this young undercover agent was a bit shaky.

When he came to the joint, he was dressed like a street gangster, smoking a cigarette while absently conveying the instructions of the Metropolitan Police Department.

Zhu Fu Jingguang was not used to the smell of other people's cigarettes, and the smell of inferior cigarettes made him frown for a while.

At last he just whispered, "I see."

Back to the present, Zhu Fu Jingguang had just finished his last mission when he received a transfer notice from the superior of the organization.

The other party called. It was the first time Jing Guang heard the voice of the superior in the organization. It sounded silly and familiar, and he was still chewing gum.

"Lvchuan, right? The organization has plans for your next step. You are in Kyoto right now. Book your train ticket and come to Tokyo tomorrow."

On the phone, a man laughed jokingly: "This is a good opportunity that some people can't even ask for. I only recommend you because you are good and you are not bad. You have to give me a good chance." Come on."

Zhu Fu Jingguang didn't react until he heard this. The man on the other side of the phone was his instructor who was in charge of testing the strength of their newcomers during the strength assessment last week.

He remembered that the instructor looked at them with distaste in his eyes, and kept muttering, "If I didn't make extra money, I wouldn't bother to see the newcomers who are useless."

Only when Jing Guang picked up the sniper rifle to take the exam did the man's eyes lighten up, and he implicitly praised "Not bad".

At the end of the assessment, Jing Guang left the training ground and saw the instructor calling at the door.

"Vodka? I'm not in Tokyo today..."

"Hey, just come here to earn some extra money. Isn't there a group of newcomers here in Kyoto? Let me see if there is any use for my lord."

"Not to mention, I really saw one today, and the sniper rifle was pretty good. Last time in our bank, didn't you call a low-level staff with a good sniper skill? I don't think this is much different. Isn’t your lord short of people in Tokyo recently? How about I introduce a few people in the past?”

With one hand on his hips and his mobile phone in the other, he leaned leisurely against the wall, and turned his head to see the new member of the organization he mentioned just coming out of the door.

The two looked at each other.

This senior executive, Gin's subordinate, who was in charge of monitoring the bank bombing, was one of the three people in the headset channel, codenamed Margot.

He raised his eyebrows and stared at the newcomer openly.

"I didn't expect this guy to look good. I didn't take a closer look just now...it looks quite young."

Margot shouted, "Hey, that kid over there, how old are you?"

Zhu Fu Jingguang originally planned to pretend that he didn't see it and turned to leave. After all, it is normal for members of the organization to be indifferent to each other.

He froze for a moment, then replied blankly: "...24."

"You're still young." Margo lazily walked in front of him, and said to the person on the phone, "I'll hang up now, and we'll have a drink together when I get back to Tokyo."

Zhu Fu Jingguang watched the unidentified man approaching in front of him, looked him up and down, his eyes made Jing Guang feel uncomfortable.

In the end, the strange man just smiled mysteriously: "He has a good temper, okay, your name is Luchuan Guang, right, I remember."

……

At this time, the phone call was still going on, and Margot on the opposite side seemed to be typing on the keyboard, and there was a clear and rhythmic crackling sound: "Remember who I am? My voice is so recognizable, I must remember it."

Zhu Fu Jingguang gave a low hum, and then said, "Why...go to Tokyo?"

He hesitated in asking, not sure if this person would tell him.

Margo snorted and said, "Young man, don't guess too much, it's a good thing anyway!"

"Perform well and seize this opportunity, and you will be on the rise. You must know that promotion in the organization is not an easy task."

he said meaningfully.

Although Lord Ginjiu is strict with his subordinates, if he can be favored by him, it is definitely one of the smoothest routes to develop in the organization.

After all, the top management who is most loved by the boss is Mr. Gin.

Zhu Fu Jingguang was silent for a while, then said steadily: "Thank you, I understand."

After hanging up the phone, the young man sat on the chair in the hotel room with his head down and his shoulders drooping.

Margo's hint was already obvious.

There's a chance for a quick promotion in Tokyo -- what else could it be?

It's the same everywhere. There is no shortcut to promotion. Once there is one, it must be related to the high-level.

He is a newcomer to the organization, except to seize the opportunity to show himself and hope to be seen by the mysterious high-level, there is no other way to meet the requirements of the Metropolitan Police Department.

Tokyo's... high-rise?

I don't know whether it's because of the timidity of being close to the hometown or other reasons, Zhu Fu Jingguang always has an inexplicable worry and resistance in his heart when he returns to Tokyo.

"Lvchuanguang" is a native of Kyoto, but Zhu Fu Jingguang grew up in Tokyo. Except for the time when his parents were still there when he was young, he lived with his family in Nagano Prefecture. After that, his parents passed away for nearly 20 years. He lives in the home of relatives who adopted him in Tokyo.

Tokyo has his family and friends and everything he is familiar with.

Only when the young man is alone will he take off his thick camouflage. He raises his hand to support his forehead somewhat dejectedly, his eyelashes drooping slightly, and his beautiful and delicate cat's eyes twinkle, like a black cat wet by rain, depressed and sad.

The innate gentleness in his body broke through the mask of indifference at this moment, and surrounded him.

He understood what it takes for a sniper to be appreciated by the top of the organization.

Calm, courageous, and... one hit kills.

------

After getting off work, Gin left from the back door of the company's office building. As soon as he went out, he saw a black modified locomotive parked on the side of the road. A man in a white shirt, black suit pants and sunglasses was playing with a helmet in his hand, looking at him. side.

Matsuda Jinhei's eyes lit up, and he grinned: "Hey, Kurosawa, are you finally off work?"

"...Is your Metropolitan Police Department so busy?"

They deliberately went through the back door, but they still haven't escaped.

Zhen Ping patted his helmet twice, and said with a smile: "When there is no case, I'm quite busy. Besides, I'm in the Explosive Division, not the Search Division, so they're busy."

The young man seemed particularly excited: "I asked Hagi to borrow his locomotive, how about it, let's try it?"

The silver-haired man stood at the door, with his hands idly put on the sides of his suit pants, and gave him a cool look: "Forget it."

His eyes fell on the locomotive that was obviously very much loved by the owner. The smooth lines, clean body, and excellent modification techniques and materials all showed that this was a high-quality locomotive.

Qin Jiu sneered: "Don't ruin other people's cars."

Matsuda Jinping was not convinced, although he didn't drive it often, he still learned from Hagi, okay? Why does this guy Kurosawa say that he is very bad?

Just as he was about to retort, he saw Gin coming over with his left hand on the handlebar: "Get out of the way, I'll come."

The curly-haired youth blinked, and said simply and neatly, "Okay!"

As long as this guy can be lured away, let alone let this guy drive, it's fine to let him run behind the locomotive.

Gin raised his hand to loosen the neckline, untied the tie in a slow and unhurried manner, and inserted his fingers through the tie, which looked really pleasing to the eye.

Then he moved his hand to the buttons of the suit, slowly until he completely undid the black suit and took off the two buttons on the collar of the shirt at the same time, revealing the slender neck, the Adam's apple moved slightly, and the downward direction was clear clavicle.

Seeing Gin take off his suit, revealing the thin white shirt he was wearing underneath, Matsuda Jinpei realized that this tall and thin man looked so unexpected!

He clicked his tongue, couldn't help but raised his hand and squeezed Gin's upper arm: "I rely on Kurosawa, you guys are hiding everything."

Gin was touched suddenly, and he almost couldn't hold back his counterattack. He glanced coldly at a guy who had no sense of distance: "Let go."

Matsuda Jinpei: "...Hey, you are really good."

Gin was too lazy to waste his words, he stuffed the suit he took off into Matsuda Jinpei's hands, then raised his legs and straddled the motorcycle.

Now it can be seen that his legs have grown longer. If it were an ordinary person, even if he could easily step on it, there would still be a lot of room for stretching his legs like gin.

Long, straight and thin, the whole leg controls the welfare of the party.

Because of the slightly large movements, the fabric of the suit on his thighs was tightened, outlining the lines of the inner muscles, the minimalist black and skin-friendly fabric, the subtle abstinence and sexiness in it are simply irresistible.

Fortunately, Matsuda Jinpei is not someone who pays attention to these things. He only holds the gin suit, smells the faint men's perfume on the suit, and is still thinking: "Kurosawa still wears perfume? This is the office white collar's scent." Is it the style... It smells much better than what Hagi gave to girls."

Qin Jiu tilted his head, and while reaching out to take the helmet from Matsuda Zhenping, he said, "Come up."

Matsuda Jinhei clicked his tongue, shrugged, took out another helmet from the back of the motorcycle, and straddled behind Gin.

He still said: "Look at how good your skills are, maybe you can't compare to me? Kuisawa, if you can't compare to me, it will be shameful, and I will replace you in a while—"

Before he finished speaking, the car suddenly vibrated and made an ear-piercing hum, as if an electric current had been passed through him, and Matsuda Zhenping couldn't hold back his trembling.

Then the locomotive accelerated and rushed out.

Really, very, very, very fast.

For a moment, Matsuda Jinpei felt that his body was carried away by the locomotive, and his consciousness was still in a daze.

Subconsciously, he hugged the waist of the person in front of him suddenly, and felt the other person's muscles tense suddenly, and his palm was covered with a cold touch, while his palm was hot.

Maybe it was because the fabric of the shirt was easy to touch, or for some other reason, he subconsciously rubbed the waist of the person in front of him.

He still cursed in a daze in his heart: "This waist is so thin..."

"It's quite cold, and it must be comfortable to hold in summer."

It took a long time to come back to God.

The sound of hula-la-la wind was all around my ears, blowing from the side was no different from a knife, Matsuda Jinpei could only try to get close to the gin to ease the discomfort in his heart.

"Kurosawa is crazier than Hagi!"

He complained in his heart.

The two of them raced all the way on the Tokyo roads, drifting at every turn. At first, they restrained a little in the urban area, but they just shuttled between vehicles at a certain limit speed, and when they approached the suburbs, they became more and more reckless.

For a time, Zhenping had the feeling that if he gave this locomotive wings, Gin could fly directly into the sky.

Gradually, Matsuda Jinpei also got used to it, and shouted loudly: "I believe you! You are a fucking thief, Kurosawa!"

The young man laughed loudly and recklessly, raised a hand and gave a thumbs up: "It's better than Hagi——!!!"

Better than the owner of the car-this is probably the most pleasing compliment.

Qin Jiu let out a low snort. Under the cover of his helmet, the corners of his mouth were raised wantonly, and the vigor in his eyes was comparable to that of sniping the target of the mission.

The two ended up soaring all the way to the outskirts of Tokyo.

When the car was parked, Gin heard the guy behind him panting heavily in his helmet - probably excited.

So he took off his helmet, held it in his right hand, stretched his legs, stepped on the ground, put his left arm on the handlebar, and looked at the person in the mirror.

After this excitement, even the gin was no longer as cold as usual.

He raised his eyebrows, smiled, and there was a beautiful evil spirit overflowing from the end of his eyes: "Are you cool?"

Matsuda Jinpei just took off his helmet, and then met the pair of rare smiling green eyes in the rearview mirror, and was a little dazed for a while: "...Damn, of course!"

He looked away as if covering up, and said loudly: "This time you win."

Gin raised his eyebrows again, and he folded his other leg, as if sitting sideways on a locomotive.

And this action brought Matsuda Jinping and Gin closer. The former always felt that something was wrong, but due to his limited emotional intelligence, he couldn't figure it out.And the latter has no self-knowledge.

So the two chatted in such a close posture.

One sat astride the back of the locomotive seat, with his upper back leaning against the rear of the locomotive, and the other sat sideways in front, with his arms near the front of the car lazily propped up near the dashboard.

The main reason is that Matsuda Jinpei is nagging about the messy things in the Metropolitan Police Department, complaining about which superior has no brains and can't solve the case and likes to direct blindly, or which witness does not cooperate with the police...

Gin only responded occasionally, and while blowing the wind outside Tokyo, he suddenly asked: "Being a policeman is so annoying, why do you continue?"

He asked calmly, as if he was just mentioning it casually.

The young policeman was stunned for a moment, a little astonished, and the energy of complaining was relieved at once.

After a while, he scratched his cheek and muttered: "Cough... At that time, I was studying in the police academy, and I wanted to beat him up violently, the police chief..."

The latter sentence was probably because of embarrassment, he spoke vaguely, if the two of them were not so close, Qin Jiu might not be able to hear clearly.

"Beat..."

Gin repeated it with great interest: "Superintendent of Police?"

"Cough cough!"

Matsuda Jinping argued: "This was just an idea at the time!"

"Now... a little bit, I have a little understanding of the profession of the police."

"But only a little bit."

After all, to put it bluntly, there are good cops who are busy in the Metropolitan Police Department, but there are also bad cops who spend their days fishing for nothing and like to mess around.

It was a few friends from the police academy that really changed his view of the police profession.

"Thinking about it this way, I haven't heard from those two guys for two years."

Matsuda Jinping muttered vaguely in his heart.

Then he raised his eyes inadvertently, looked in the direction of Tokyo Railway Station, and suddenly opened his eyes wide.

That's... Jing, Jing Guang? ! ! !

------

It was already evening when Zhu Fu Jingguang arrived in Tokyo.

The sun was sinking, and the evening birds flew across the sky in his sight.

He stopped slightly and looked up.

"...It's a crow."

Jing Guang carried the piano case on his left shoulder, and dragged the suitcase with his right hand.

He lowered his head in silence, walked through the crowd and walked out of the station.

The suburbs of Tokyo have not changed as much as in memory.

He was a little lost, looking around.

Suddenly, his gaze paused, and he landed on an extremely eye-catching black locomotive on the opposite side of the road.

More eye-catching than the locomotive are the two young men sitting on it.

They were both wearing white shirts and black suit pants. The appearance and figure of the two were very eye-catching, and Zhu Fu Jingguang was not the only one staring at them.

"That's - Zhenping?!"

Jing Guang's heart twitched suddenly.

He didn't expect to see a familiar friend so soon.

And when his eyes fell on the silver-haired man beside Zhenping, who was sitting very close to him, he subconsciously squinted his eyes.

...too dazzling.

Especially when the evening light shone on the silver hair, coupled with the man's mixed-race appearance, it seemed to be shining.

Jing Guang saw the happy smile on the face of his former friend, and expected that the other party must be in a happy mood at this time. As for who was beside Zhen Ping—he could see the undisguised love in Zhen Ping's eyes just from such a distance. Now, combined with the ambiguous actions of the two, maybe they are the lovers of Zhenping?

Zhu Fu Jingguang smiled from the bottom of his heart, bowed his head, turned around, and left in another direction.

And just at this time, Matsuda Zhenping casually looked over here, and his eyes immediately froze.

He whispered: "...Jing Guang?"

"what?"

Gin followed his gaze.

Matsuda Jinpei came back to his senses, touched his nose, and sighed: "It's nothing, I probably misread it, there is a person whose back looks like a friend I have a good relationship with."

Gin hasn't looked back yet.

He narrowed his eyes slightly, and noticed the figure carrying the piano case.

Sniper rifle?

That's—Lvchuanguang?

He casually responded to Matsuda Jinpei's words.

Calculated, at this time, Midori Chuanguang should have arrived in Tokyo.

Assessment task...

It will be tonight.

------

Tokyo’s neon lights at night are all over the city’s business districts, residential buildings are also brightly lit, the traffic is still very congested, and there are social animals on the road going home after working overtime.

Cars come and go, people come and go.

Zhu Fu Jingguang arrived at the exact location according to the time and place on the text message - it was a hotel opposite a club.

The room he is going to is 304, which has already been reserved.

The key was placed under the carpet at the door of 304. He bent over to take the key, and turned his head slightly to notice the monitor at the end of the corridor, with a red light flashing on it.

He nodded slightly at the monitor, and in the next second, the red light on the monitor dimmed three times regularly.

——is a signal agreed in advance, indicating that everything is ready.

So he opened the door.

The room was dark, and he didn't turn on the light.

For an excellent sniper, to learn to adapt to any harsh environment, sniping in the dark is only the most basic requirement.

When the enemy encounters a sniper, they will look in the direction of the bullet. If it is a building at night, the window with lights is often more likely to reveal the position of the sniper. The existence of the window sniper is inevitable to be discovered by the enemy.

Zhu Fu Jingguang quickly saw the layout of the room through the light coming in from the window.

Everything is no different from the newly booked room, it doesn't look like someone has been there.

But he knew in his heart that there must be monitors and monitors in this room.

This is an assessment task - before coming, the man who called him to inform him that he was coming to Tokyo reminded him.

"Assessment task..."

Jing Guang walked to the window and watched the ordinary citizens coming and going in the street downstairs.

The years are quiet.

He took a deep breath, closed the curtains, leaving only a gap, opened the piano case, and set up the sniper rifle.

The headset has connected to the signal, and he doesn't know how many people are in the headset channel. He only heard the familiar voice say: "Lvchuan, you only have one chance. In about half an hour, a group of people will come out of the club door, including bodyguards. The three people around are your target for tonight—"

The man laughed: "The order of the organization is,"

"Not a single one."

Zhu Fu Jingguang's heart trembled, but his voice was calm on the surface: "Understood."

He looked at the clear photos on the phone and the brief information attached below, because he was only responsible for killing people, so there was nothing in the information except a general description of the appearance.

If Kenji Hagiwara and Jinpei Matsuda saw this material, they would definitely be impressed.

Because one of them looks honest and honest, and he is one of the murderers in the exchange murder incident two years ago, the convenience store owner who should have spent the rest of his life in prison, Yota Yamamura!

Zhu Fu Jingguang didn't pay attention to this person, his mind was all on another familiar face.

Thanks to the rigorous undercover training in the Metropolitan Police Department, otherwise he would not be able to hear what the person in the headset was saying.

Ueno Kensei, the police inspector of the Tokyo Metropolitan Police Department, the second in command of the Metropolitan Police Department, has an excellent reputation for foreign wind. It is said that he is a descendant of a big family and an arty elder.

The organization's target is this senior? !

Zhu Fu Jingguang couldn't accept it at all!

It is impossible for the Metropolitan Police Department to allow him to kill this senior in exchange for promotion in the black organization!

Moreover, strictly speaking, this was Zhu Fu Jingguang's first murder.

How could he do anything to hurt the seniors of the Metropolitan Police Department!

Jing Guang heard his heart beating violently, and even felt a masochistic feeling that his blood was flowing backwards.

He thought to himself: "Why did the organization suddenly target this senior? What are the identities of the other two? Did the organization only arrange for me to do this task? Why did this level of task fall on me..."

"If, if I fail, will this senior be safe?"

It's a pity that the organization was vigilant and didn't tell him the real target until this time, and the only communication tools on his body were the headset and mobile phone given by the organization, and it was completely impossible to send messages to the Metropolitan Police Department.

How long is half an hour?

Probably because the street lights downstairs flickered and flickered, a few young people riding bicycles speeding past the road laughed and made a scene, the doorman at the door of the club kept smiling and bowing, and the drunken man wobbled and shook hands. Swearing at the wrong direction of the bus...

A sniper shouldn't be distracted, but Zhu Fu Jingguang can hardly concentrate.

He felt as if he was split into many parts, and he didn't know how to interrupt the organization's plans.

He didn't think the organization would put such a task on a newcomer who had just joined the organization for only a month.

That's the second in command of the Metropolitan Police Department!

The only thing Jing Guang can be sure of now is that the other two are not the high-level faces of the Metropolitan Police Department. If he wants to share the risk, he can only choose to hurt the other two to remind Ueno Kensei to avoid in time.

The worst case is that he exposes his undercover identity, but the Metropolitan Police Department has ordered that no matter what, it is the minimum to ensure that he does not expose himself, even if he kills many innocent people, he must ensure that he does not expose himself.

"Killing a small number of people is to save more people."

The words of the instructor whose face is already blurred in memory are still in my ears. During the Jingguang training period, the instructor had already died in an operation to capture criminals.

Time passed by, and when the man's prompt "Luchuan, pay attention, the target is ready to come out" sounded in the headset, Zhu Fu Jingguang suddenly came back to his senses.

He breathed lightly and said calmly, "Got it."

The doorman of the club opened the glass door, and a group of bodyguards in black suits came out first. They looked around, and then formed a circle together.

Then came out a man who looked like a secretary. He opened a black umbrella, covering half of the view from the door.

Zhu Fu Jingguang frowned.

Under the cover of the umbrella, he could only see the legs of the three targets, and he couldn't tell which one was Ueno Kensei.

But he can deduce the position of the vitals from the position of the legs, which is something he can do.

A drop of cold sweat slid down from the young man's forehead, he pursed his lips, feeling his throat was hot, dry and itchy.

Three people came out.

The front two are side by side, and the rear one is slower.

They were all covered by umbrellas, except for the secretary holding an umbrella, there were two other bodyguards also holding umbrellas.

They were walking towards the black SUV parked by the side of the road.

"Luchuan, do it!"

A man's urging came from the headset.

Zhu Fu Jingguang closed his eyes, then opened them again, already holding his breath, his fingers were so stiff that he could hardly move.

With such a stiff movement, he barely fired a shot.

Didn't even bother to aim.

Bullets streaked across the air in fleeting orbits.

Break through the vulnerable umbrella.

Straight to the heart.

【"Hiro, I found that you are very talented in shooting!"

The blond-haired, dark-skinned young tame dyed his eyebrows and curled his shoulders, and leaned close to his face, whispering: "Maybe you can try the sniper road in the future, super-cool .”

The curly-haired friend followed them, and when he heard this, he moved his head closer, smiled flamboyantly, and did not hide his voice at all: "Jing Guang is talented! The last shooting class was the first time Jing Guang touched a gun, right? ! It's too fast to get started!"

"In the future, I will definitely be able to use this hand/spear technique to save over-many people!"

The fox-eyed friend teased: "Wow, it's rare for me to hear Xiao Zhenping praise someone so sincerely, Xiao Zhufu is not bad~"]

Zhu Fu Jingguang felt that he was hallucinating, otherwise, how could he see in such a trance that he shot a shot almost with his eyes closed, who did he hit?

So much blood stained the black suit red, the people around were so flustered, bodyguards were already approaching the hotel building, and the familiar voice in the headset was rarely urging him to evacuate quickly, but he still couldn't hide his joy.

He heard the voice praise: "Luchuan, you are not bad, you have done the most important thing in one go! The assessment is stable!"

Zhu Fu Jingguang was in a daze, and saw from the narrow field of view of the scope that the man with blood on his chest fell down from the cover of the umbrella, revealing a familiar face.

——Yes, Ueno-senpai.

……

In another building.

Gin looked at the chaotic scene in the scope and the fallen target.

With just one glance, he can confirm that the main target is dead, and the other two are secondary.

But it still needs to be solved.

And the new member of the organization who shot the amazing shot has gone silent, maybe the next two shots feel that there is no hope?

That's right, after all, the other two wimps had crawled to the back of the car when the second in command of the Metropolitan Police Department was shot, and it was really difficult to aim at the angle of Luchuan.

"laugh."

With a sneer, he lazily raised his hand to smoke out the cigarette he was biting between his lips, and squinted slightly to look at the flickering corner of his clothes behind the car.

Then he fired two shots without hesitation.

One shot hit the tire of the car, and the other hit the fuel tank of the car.

For this specially modified off-road vehicle, ordinary bullets can't damage it, but how could gin's be an ordinary bullet.

The tire explosion completely cut off their escape route, and the fuel tank was hit by a special bullet, which directly caused the flames to spread.

The two surviving targets in the sights ran panic-stricken towards the club.

However, the silver-haired Grim Reaper has been waiting for a long time.

"Bang! Bang!"

Two quick shots, and then swiftly retracted the guns.

Gin casually supported the headset, making his voice on the headset channel for the first time.

He said: "Mission accomplished."

He seemed to chuckle lowly: "Lu Chuan?"

"Good job."

……

Zhu Fu Jingguang evacuated from the route arranged by the organization numbly.

He seemed to be stuck in an inextricable predicament, everything around him was black and white, there was no real voice in his ears, it was like a ghost speaking a language he could not understand, whimpering, as if he was dying mourning.

The piano case on his back was cold and heavy, and he felt that he had fallen into a bottomless swamp, but he couldn't control his tendency to sink, and he had even lost the desire to float up.

Let's just do it.

He killed.

He killed an important senior.

How could he become like this.

Suddenly, a buzzing sound like a signal connection appeared in his ears, like an electric current flowing into his mind.

He heard a deep and pleasant man's voice in the abyss, smiling, his tone naturally carried the love and appreciation of the superior for the subordinate.

He heard him say, "Luchuan?"

"Good job."

Then he walked out of the hotel, and at the pick-up place, he saw a familiar figure and the back of a man who seemed familiar but unfamiliar.

The familiar figure was the man who had hinted several times before that he would seize the opportunity of the mission. He was looking at him with a smile on his face, blowing bubble gum casually.

And another figure from behind...

Has silver hair.

Zhu Fu Jingguang watched the man turn his head, his green eyes were still very clear in the Tokyo night, and he was looking at him lightly.

"Lvchuan light?"

He heard the man say.

The sound is the same as the one in the headset.

Zhu Fu Jingguang nodded, with no expression on his face.

Qin Jiu raised his eyebrows, seeing the indifferent and reticent appearance of the young man across from him, he immediately fell in love with him.

Influenced by a certain chatterbox, an annoying spirit, and a certain stubbornness, he now prefers this kind of indifferent, rational, and few-talking subordinate.

So he twitched the corners of his mouth rarely, showing an appreciative smile, and Margot next to him stared straight at him.

He looked at the cat-eyed young man and said, "You are very good, in the future—"

"You are mine now."

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[Woooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo my little angel of Jingguang! ! ! qwq]

[Lao Qin, what's the matter with you, Lao Qin! ! !Don't be like this, woo woo woo]

[It's okay, baby Jingguang!You killed the bad guys!You killed a scum who used his power to do evil, baby!You are so nice, don’t doubt yourself]

【Master Qin is indeed the red square!He deliberately gave Jing Guang such a promotion task, and killed all the bad guys, no matter who Jing Guang killed, it was not wrong! 】

[I really feel bad (crying loudly) Hiro was thinking about the police academy team when he shot the gun, hooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo The gun technique used to save people finally killed the senior he thought was righteous...]

[I feel that Jing Guang's psychological problems are about to get serious, so how can an undercover agent not have psychological counseling assistance, waste police department! 】

[Master Qin has praised Jing Guang, Master Qin has brought Jing Guang with him, this time with Hong Qin here, nothing will happen to Jing Guang, right?]

【"From now on, you will be my man" - what kind of f*cking line is this! ! !grass!Jingqin is about to surpass Emperor Chiqin! ! ! 】

[2333 Jingqin?Up and down?It's a bit weird, let's take another look]

[Jingqin is really on the top today, it's too fierce, Master Qin is Jingguang's salvation, woohoo]

[I saw what happened to Hiro in the organization earlier, and I was about to be blown up by the shit police department! ! !What a fucking irresponsible shit department! ! !Give it to Hiro, a bullshit assistant! ! !When I thought that the original hiro was exposed because of such a shit, I really exploded! ! ! 】

[The fucking Metropolitan Police Department is really useless. I used to think that they were useless in solving cases, and they were all led by Xiao Ke. Now, good guy, not only the undercover department is useless, but also the fucking second-in-command is scum (speechless) This is fucking shit]

[The police station where Touzi is in is also half-assed, just like that. To be honest, Kazami is always holding back Touzi (sigh)]

【I just want the remake to treat Jing Guang better, a gentle person like him is not suitable to stay in the dark!He should stand upright in the sun! 】

[Old thief!Old thief, come to the forum to have a look!Listen to the opinions of the broad masses of the people!Give Jing Guang a happy ending!Otherwise (grinning) I will kill you seven times in and seven out! 】

The forum was still lively, but the barrage of this episode involved a lot of drama, which was blocked by the system, and Gin couldn't see it.

He only had a brief meeting with his intended subordinate before getting into his Porsche.

The thin cat-eyed young man in the rearview mirror still stood motionless.

Gin frowned: "Margot, what happened to him?"

Margo glanced at him: "Ah...it should be fine, maybe it's Luchuan's first murder today?"

Gin frowned even deeper: "The first time?"

He sneered: "You didn't indicate this in the information."

"Cough cough."

Margot bowed his head guiltyly: "My lord, everyone has a first time. I don't think Lvchuan will be affected by this. As you can see, he is really strong."

In front of Gin, Margot seemed to be a different person. He was not at all the foolish person he was when he faced Lu Chuanguang, but like a little sheep who was submissive.

"……laugh."

Gin lit a cigarette, biting between his lips and teeth: "Take