When Gin loses the nether filter

As the organization's topkiller, Gin's daily routine is to remove obstacles for the organization.

Of course, killers don't just do murder. Some small tasks that require concealment don't mind intervening when Gin and Wine are relatively free.

On this day, his task was to obtain a USB flash drive that stored the company's internal personnel scheduling data from a certain company executive.

Word came from intelligence that the target was going to a shooting club in the afternoon to meet up with a few partners.

Belmode first heard that Gin had accepted this task, and felt it was novel, so he called early in the morning.

"Gin?"

The woman's smiling voice sounded, she and Qin Jiu used to be mixed with ambiguous intimacy when talking, no wonder there were rumors about them in the organization.

She said: "When did you start doing such trivial things? This kind of task is a waste of time for you. Why, Tokyo is so short of people now?"

Belmode has been sent to the United States recently, while Gin has been stationed in Tokyo.

Gin put his phone on the dining table, turned it on, and was carelessly unpacking the rice balls from the convenience store downstairs.

He didn't take Belmode's ridicule seriously, and his voice was cold: "Take care of yourself, Belmode."

Belmode had already expected how Gin would react, and she couldn't understand this young killer very well. After all, in a sense, Gin could be regarded as the one she watched growing up.

She always likes to tease the gin, and she didn't give up at this time: "But Gin, this task is different from your usual shooting of bullets in the distance. You look like a black coat, but it's hard to get close to the target. You don't know it. The one who stole the USB flash drive..."

"Especially if I'm not in Tokyo, will you disguise yourself?"

The woman said with a light smile.

She could already imagine the scene of Gin rushing into the club with a sullen face, threatening the poor executive to hand over the USB flash drive.

"Humph."

Qin Jiu sneered: "You don't need to worry about it."

Ah la... It's been so long since I've seen you, but Gin is still so self-willed, it's really distressing.

Belmode hooked the blond hair around his ears, and sighed helplessly: "Okay, Gin, then I'll wait for your good news~ everything is going well."

Hang up the phone, finish breakfast with two or three sips of gin, and go to the bedroom to open the closet.

Except for the black coat, the outerwear is just a black coat. The clothes inside are all dark high collars, and there are also a few thin gray scarves.

He frowned slightly, Belmode's words still left some impressions in his mind.

After obtaining the code name and stabilizing his status, Gin almost never changed his attire for a certain task.

Power and status give him enough room for choice, and he no longer needs to compromise as he did when he was young.

As for why I took such a task this time...

In fact, it was just a pure coincidence. The members of the organization who stayed in Tokyo were either not high enough or had missions.

To a certain extent, this USB flash drive has a high level of confidentiality, at least code members are eligible to access it.

But the time limit for the mission was urgent, so after going back and forth, this matter really fell on him.

Thinking about it carefully, it seems to be a bit too coincidental.

Gin didn't think about it, his fingers brushed a few black coats in the closet, but he still didn't take them out.

He suddenly remembered that there seemed to be a black suit inside the organization in this safe room—somewhat similar to the one Vodka wore all year round, and it was also customized by the organization.

Wearing a suit to a shooting club should be fine.

As for the hat...

Qin Jiu thought of the hat that was swept away by the wind on the rooftop yesterday, and felt depressed again.

Unfortunately, everything in the safe room is not always prepared, and there are no extra hats here.

Anyway, that hat and suit is still too exaggerated.

He lowered his head slightly to look at his long hair scattered across his chest.

If there is no hat... what to do with this hair?

The man stood in the bedroom with a cold face, and seeing his serious expression, he thought he was thinking about something important.

"never mind……"

Gin clicked his tongue: "I was led astray by Belmode, what are you thinking about so much?"

The target arrived at the club at two in the afternoon and it is now nine in the morning.

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A few hours later, Rice Flower Shooting Club.

This club is invested by the Suzuki Group, Japan's largest chaebol, and it caters to the upper class.

The doormen lined up neatly on both sides of the door are more handsome than the other, not inferior to the front sign of the Cowherd shop.

The service staff are well-trained, with just the right smile on their faces, and they are neither humble nor overbearing, gentle and polite.

Yamamoto Renji, one of the principals at the Tokyo headquarters of Suzuki Trading Company, is 46 years old this year.

He met with several heads of major trade groups in the United States to discuss business cooperation and then had some entertainment in the club.

The middle-aged man held champagne with a wide smile, and chatted with an American partner about Tokyo's food and culture in fluent English.

He noticed that the long-haired man who didn't look like an American was following his partner all the time, and couldn't help but take a few extra glances.

The American partner noticed and teased: "Mr. Yamamoto, are you interested in Mr. Morohoshi? This is a bodyguard introduced by my friend. He is very skilled, and you have Japanese blood."

The bodyguard's dress was really out of place with this place. He looked like a young man on the street in American style. He wore a black baseball jacket with a dark high collar inside and a knitted wool cap on his head.

Renji Yamamoto waved his hand and said with a smile: "You're too polite, Mr. Smith, I won't disturb other people's work. As an old man, I can't chat with young people now."

The American partner was immediately aroused, and the topic started to go off topic while chatting.

Zhu Xing crossed his arms and followed Smith all the time, looking around sharply.

Suddenly, he paused, as if he saw someone or something worthy of attention.

In addition to the indoor shooting range, the shooting club also has a variety of more casual activities, just like Yamamoto Renji and Smith are in the billiards area, chatting with each other with champagne.

And the direction of Zhuxing Station just happened to be facing the shooting range.

He saw a man with long silver hair, with his back to him, holding a gun in his hand, and his posture was so standard that even the most rigorous shooting instructor in the world could not fault it.

Zhu Xingda, 25 years old, real name Akai Shuichi, real identity is the FBI ace investigator, this time he came to Japan to plan to enter an international underground organization undercover.

This bodyguard mission is just to add more authenticity to the character of "Zhu Xing Da".

He is the top sniper of the FBI. Looking at the actions of the man holding the gun with his eyes, he can't help but feel admiration in his heart, and he even has a little bit of excitement in his heart that he wants to compete.

Of course he noticed that the silver-haired man had already emptied a few magazines, and the big screen next to him showing the score was too dazzling.

If it wasn't that he was still performing bodyguard duties, I really wanted to go up and get to know him. I never thought that I would meet someone with such strength in Japan... Could it be a colleague?

Zhu Xingda squinted his eyes to look at the man's back from a distance away.

The other party's silver hair was about the same length as his, but it was tied casually behind his head with a hair rope. Looking from behind, the obviously expensive black suit perfectly outlined the man's beautiful body line.

This made a certain fbi, who had been studying and living in the United States all the year round, whistle in his heart.

"Wow, it's not bad to see the back view."

he thinks.

It's just that he stared at it for a long while, but he didn't see the man turn around, and for a while, he felt a bit of regret in his heart.

"Mr. Smith, I'm sorry, I'll excuse you for a while."

Renji Yamamoto indicated the direction of the bathroom, and shrugged helplessly.

"Okay, then I'll try Tokyo's food here first."

Smith nodded brightly.

"Ah, if I have time in the evening, I'll take you to Mihua Hotel to try more authentic Tokyo cuisine. This place is still more international, too refined and not grounded."

Zhu Xingda silently watched Yamamoto Niji leave, and at the same time followed Smith to the bar.

It wasn't until Smith ordered and sat at the bar to taste the salmon that Zhu Xingda looked for the unknown silver-haired man again.

— gone?

Zhu Xingda subconsciously frowned.

He looked around for a week, but couldn't find where the man was at all.

"I won't leave so soon...Maybe I went to the bathroom."

Thinking of this, Zhu Xingshi didn't worry too much, and concentrated on taking up his responsibility as a bodyguard.

About 10 minutes passed.

Smith looked at the time suspiciously: "Hasn't Mr. Yamamoto come yet?"

"No."

Zhu Xing replied: ""Do you need me to go to the bathroom to check? "

Smith frowned, with a worried tone: "Ok, Mr. Morohoshi, please take a look. Be careful not to offend Mr. Yamamoto. The Japanese are very restrained, just ask gently."

"clear."

Zhu Xingda walked in the direction of the bathroom. When he reached the door, his eyes fell on the warning sign erected by the door of the bathroom, and his brows were furrowed.

[The bathroom is cut off, please use it later]

How is this possible? Obviously Yamamoto Renji came in this direction...

Zhu Xingda immediately realized that something was wrong, bypassed the warning sign and rushed into the bathroom.

"Mr. Yamamoto!"

He saw the person in charge of the trading company lying on his back by the sink to the ground, seemingly in a coma.

Zhu Xingda immediately stepped forward to test his pulse.

"...just passed out."

He glanced sharply around and noticed the open window at the end of the bathroom.

The man walked over quickly and poked his head out.

"It's four stories high, and there's a balcony below that you can borrow from. If the prisoner escapes from here..."

His eyes wandered around, and suddenly locked on a shining strand of hair in the crack of the window.

Zhu Xing made a big movement and pinched it gently.

— A long silver hair.

This is too coincidental.

It just so happened that that person also disappeared suddenly during this period of time.

Suddenly, the silver-haired man's overly skilled gun-handling movements and superb skills played back in his mind.

"……interesting."

Zhu Xingda squinted his eyes slightly, and raised the corners of his mouth: "Who are you?"

He heard the beating of his heart beating gradually in his chest.

This really made him feel curious and excited.

It was a pity that he did this kind of behavior under the nose of the FBI ace agent. Unfortunately, he couldn't see the appearance of the silver-haired man in the end.

But he can guess based on his years of intuition——

That must be a rare beauty.