When Gin loses the nether filter

That gentleman didn't provide Gin with a lot of information, and he didn't seem to care too much about certain details when assigning tasks, which gave Gin a very strange feeling.

If it wasn't that gentleman who issued the order, Gin would definitely suspect that someone tampered with the task.

Gin stayed in the hotel for two more days, and he was not ready to go to the company until the organization sent his fake identity information.

In fact, there is no need to do so much.

Qin Jiu looked at the identity document received on the phone, not paying much attention.

He has a natural intuition for "murderous" and "similar", and he doesn't think how long he needs to stay in the company before he can find his target.

As for surveillance—

There is no rule that requires lurking around the target to monitor it.

After he planned to lock the target, whether it was a pinhole camera or a bug, he would give the target a set. He only needed to let the vodka drive, and the two of them would follow the downstairs of the company and the target's house every day.

Isn't this more convenient and concealed than lurking around the target?

Gin Jiu clicked on the file, his eyes froze at the identity name.

"……Ah."

He sneered coldly, meaning unclear.

In the name column, there are three neat and familiar characters of "Kurosawa Zhen".

What on earth was that gentleman trying to do with that name.

Some bad premonitions gradually rose in Gin's heart. He felt that this mission might not end as smoothly as he hoped.

The document did not add too many redundant settings to "Kurosawa Jin", age 25 years old - this is not important, graduated from the Department of Economics of the University of Tokyo - this is quite surprising, he knows that the organization must have something to write like this Be sure to let other people check and make no mistakes.

Other family backgrounds, such as the death of both parents at a young age, growing up alone relying on the inheritance left by their parents and working part-time after school, studying in Didan High School in high school, and being recommended to Dongda University with excellent grades...

The image of an outstanding young man with a strong personality suddenly appeared on the paper.

He really has nothing to do with him.

Gin confirmed the reporting time for tomorrow's work, and then looked at the sky outside.

He put down his phone slowly, and at the same time called the hotel service to bring up the suit he sent for dry cleaning two days ago.

Tonight, he will clear the obstacles ahead of time for this mission.

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Niji Yamamoto lives in the senior suite on the top floor of Mihua Hotel, and several other partners have already boarded the flight back to China yesterday.

He planned to stay in the hotel for one night, and return to the company tomorrow to reimburse the business trip expenses, and return to his normal commute.

It was ten o'clock in the evening, and Tokyo's nightlife had just begun.

Niji Yamamoto sat on the balcony of the room, with a bottle of expensive red wine on the small glass coffee table next to him, humming in a good mood and looking at the scenery outside.

"This time I have made great contributions to the company, and negotiated a good cooperation contract-the chances of promotion should still be small, after all, I have almost reached the top, but at the shareholders meeting, I will have Mr. Smith and his team. Support, maybe you can say a few words?"

The middle-aged man pondered secretly, looking forward to the future for a while.

Suddenly, he heard a small sound coming from the room.

"Ok?"

He looked back suspiciously, the room was empty.

"Is the faucet in the bathroom not turned off?"

He guessed and looked back, and when he turned his head, his forehead was pressed by a cold and hard touch.

Yamamoto Renji looked at the person who suddenly appeared in front of him with a stiff face.

Since he was sitting, the posture with his forehead pressed against the gun made him unable to look up to see the appearance of the person coming. He could only see the person's obedient black suit.

The man swallowed: "...Here, sir, if you have something to say..."

His tone of voice was trembling, as if he was about to cry: "Sir, we have no grievances and no enmity, who hired you?"

"Humph."

He heard a low laugh, and his tone was calm and cruel.

The visitor casually pulled down the safety catch: "Yamamoto Jinji?"

There was some kind of cat-and-mouse joke in this man's calm voice: "It's true that there is no grievance or enmity, but it's just a coincidence that you have seen my face."

...This sounds like a suffocation declaration with no room for reversal.

Yamamoto's face turned pale. He realized that this might be his last chance to speak, and he spoke quickly: "Sir! Listen to me first, I joined an organization, and I still want to work for that organization. I know that the organization Your reputation is great, and you may have heard of—"

He racked his brains to let the killer in front of him understand that he is also a person from half of the world, and he also has backers, so don't kill him casually!

"But I just joined yesterday, I, I don't know too much, I don't know the name or anything—" If it wasn't for the lost USB drive, he wouldn't have been abducted into a mysterious organization rashly.

"But, but! I know, their organization is code-named after wine!"

Qin Jiu stopped holding the gun.

"Oh?"

He asked, "What are you going to do for this organization?"

Renji Yamamoto replied quickly: "Helping one of their members sneak into our company!"

Gin was silent.

What a bloody coincidence.

He sneered and moved the gun away.

As soon as Renji Yamamoto breathed a sigh of relief, he heard a gunshot.

"boom--!!!"

Then came the sound of glass cracking.

I saw that the red wine bottle on the glass coffee table next to it was hit by bullets impartially, the glass was scattered all over the ground, and the aroma of the wine gradually spread.

The middle-aged man froze, watching the strange killer in front of him slowly leaning over, with one hand resting casually on the edge of the coffee table beside him.

He was caught off guard by a familiar face.

Silver hair and green eyes, white skin and black clothes.

Renji Yamamoto was dumbfounded: "...you!"

Qin Jiu sneered: "Coincidence?"

He said unhurriedly: "I am the member of the organization you want to assist."

Jinji Yamamoto was speechless for a moment.

He realized that he had just betrayed the mission of the organization without hesitation in order to survive.

He was not an idiot, and immediately understood that Gin's shot just now was a warning to him.

Jinji Yamamoto took a deep breath, trying not to let the trembling in his voice be too obvious.

"Sir, I'm sorry, I—"

Gin raised his hand, interrupting his boring defense.

The silver-haired man straightened up and looked down: "If it weren't for you..."

Jinji Yamamoto felt that his heart was about to jump out of his throat, and there seemed to be a sarcastic low laugh in his ear, and the faint breath of gunpowder smoke drifted away.

He stared blankly at Gin put away his gun, and calmly retreated a few steps to the edge of the balcony.

Those dark green eyes were like daggers gleaming with a cold light, and they looked across his body from head to toe, as if there was a burning pain.

The next moment, the silver-haired killer in a black suit disappeared.

In Niji Yamamoto's mind, the back view of the young killer jumping over the edge of the balcony without hesitation kept replaying.

The movements were clean and neat, and even the arc of the long hair in the air could not pick out a thorn.

The middle-aged man stared blankly at the already empty balcony, and there was the soft sound of drinking beside him.

For a long while, he covered his heart.

On the face of Yamamoto Renji who has experienced the vicissitudes of society, there is a kind of uncontrollable surprise and madness.

"This is the excitement I'm looking forward to."

He murmured: "This is what I really want to do..."

It's not the endless smiling faces welcoming people and flattery, it's not living under the pressure of a numb workplace where you can see your head at a glance.

It was as if Niji Yamamoto tore off the disguise of daytime at once, revealing the true nature of madness under the surface.

"This is……"

He paused: "That one, Lord Gin?"

"It's really—""

The man sighed in a low voice, singing an aria.

"It's fascinating..."

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Early the next morning, Gin left the hotel, and Vodka drove him to the Suzuki Trading Company.

Suzuki Trading Company, the full name is Suzuki Foreign Trade Co., Ltd., and its status under the Suzuki chaebol has increased in recent years.

The company's internal system is several times stricter than Japan's strict management system of seniors and subordinates. The atmosphere of the company is extremely depressing. Even if all employees have a smile on their faces, they are always somewhat depressed.

However, the treatment of gin was different. He was led in by the company's hottest executive, Jinji Yamamoto, which caused the surrounding staff to look sideways.

Gin stared at Yamamoto's overly sincere appearance with a blank face, and was rarely confused.

This guy is so good at acting, yesterday's shot wasn't exciting enough?

In fact, it was too exciting, directly driving a social animal into a fanatic fan.

Of course, he didn't know about these gins. He sat at his desk with a calm face and raised his hand to signal a certain executive who was chattering with a smile on his face to stop.

"Okay."

Qin Jiu said lightly: "You go to work."

"Yes!"

Renji Yamamoto's eyes were unbelievably bright. The last time he was so energetic was probably when he graduated from university and started working.

After Jinji Yamamoto left, a staff member wearing black-rimmed glasses next to Gin came over slowly and looked at Gin suspiciously.

Gin: ………………?

How many years has he not seen such a courageous ordinary person?

Is his aura not frightening enough?

The glasses staff looked at the silver-haired young man with a cold expression in front of him.

Complaining in his heart: "What...he looks like a stupid, sweet and rich second generation inheriting the family property, or a mixed race, is mixed blood noble? Why does this guy have such a big face when he comes here..."

The resentment in his eyes was piercing through the thick lenses.

This made Gin suspect that it was not Yamamoto Renji who was pointed at by the gun last night, but this idiot in front of him.

At the desk in the distance, several employees noticed the situation here and whispered to each other.

"Jiancun has lost his nerve again, so there must be a reason why he hasn't been promoted for most of his life..."

"This guy's emotional intelligence is too low, and the silver-haired one is not easy at first glance. Mr. Yamamoto brought it in himself, and it's just that idiot of Jiancun..."

"Didn't he be in a good mood yesterday? You don't know, he answered the phone yesterday and came back smiling. The leader didn't make him happy when he died."

Gin didn't know what other people were talking about, so he glanced coolly at the glasses staff.

Self-confessed tone is still euphemistic: "Go away."

Jian Cunzhi: "..."

The glasses clerk's face turned red all of a sudden, and his eyes became more and more resentful, but he was still somewhat intimidated by Gin's eyes, and returned to his desk embarrassingly.

"You little brat who doesn't understand the etiquette of seniors!"

he thought indignantly.

[Wuhu Chapter [-] is finally updated! 】

[Is there Master Qin in this sentence! 】

[Hey!It's the blast group! 】

The sudden barrage made Gin Jiu frowned.

"So fast... Maybe it's my task to paint again..."

With such suspicion, he clicked into the fourth chapter.

...it seems not.

The first page is still a coloring page. On the screen are two young policemen with their shoulders crossed, their looks a bit familiar.

Gin recalled a little bit, and his vague impression told him that these two seemed to be the policemen who were on the scene when he sniped the bomber in the first episode, called—what is it?

The content of the fourth chapter seems to have nothing to do with him. It probably said that the two policemen met a criminal with a knife and killed him on the spot. However, the strange thing is that the criminal and the victim did not know each other.

The criminal is an ordinary convenience store owner, while the victim is an executive of a large company. The two have no overlap in life experiences or social circles.

However, the criminal's blatant hatred and murderous intent could not be faked when he committed the crime.

In the interrogation room, the prisoner fully accepted his criminal behavior, but killing himself was a random killing.

The two policemen were skeptical about this, because they investigated the prisoner's convenience store employees and family members' views on the prisoner, and they all said that the prisoner was a good-tempered and honest man, not like a madman who would randomly kill people on the street with a knife .

So the explosives team decided to start with the deceased, only to find that the deceased was unmarried and his parents had passed away a few years ago, and his interpersonal relationship was so simple that there was nothing but his colleagues in the company.

In the last scene of the fourth episode, the two policemen set off to investigate the company where the deceased was.

"...this shot."

Gin's eyes froze on the screen as a corporate office building recalled by the police.

What, a little familiar?

At this time, there was a noise from the office area near the door.

The position of the gin happened to be facing the door, and he instinctively looked up vigilantly.

I saw two young men standing at the door.

A smooth fur shawl, a pair of fox eyes, a curly hair, wearing sunglasses.

this combination,

Is it a bit too much of a coincidence?