After the group wear, I became the group darling of the big guys

"We are both undercover... Granway, I have to say, you have a very rich imagination." Scotland's voice became much softer, and his eyes became even gentler.

In contrast, he raised his hand toward Elhaisen.

The unbolted pistol was pointed directly at Elhaisen. The young man's gentle smile became mixed with blood. His eyes were still gentle, but a little colder.

He would shoot.

Without hesitation.

"Look at what you look like now, Scotland. It's reasonable that Gin doesn't value you." Amuro Toru shook his body calmly. He relaxed his muscles, leaned back in the chair in a leisurely posture, half-closed his eyes, and looked at Scotland sarcastically.

"Police academy graduate, don't mind me blurting these out. This job is not important." Elhaisen adjusted his noise-cancelling headphones. When everything around him was filled with silence, returning to the familiar space made Elhaisen feel a lot more relaxed.

While he was relaxing his mind, Elhaisen's brain was working at a rapid pace.

It seems that the only way to earn team points is to complete team tasks, and there are not so many limitations on personal points.

The system chose to divide them into different camps, and this was definitely not for nothing. It was more like... for the purpose of creating a confrontation between the camps. If you think carefully about the distribution of personnel, you will find that the forces standing on the side of justice and the side of darkness are basically equal.

Balance is sometimes meant to be broken.

Now we have to think about which side the system is more biased towards. With the distribution of members, they can easily overturn the situation.

It is easy for them to deliver the fruits of victory to the hands of justice or to the hands of darkness.

Just as he was thinking, the car suddenly stopped. Elhaisen opened his eyes and found that Toru Amuro had already got out of the car. Elhaisen was taken to his safe house by Scotland.

Elhaisen, who was not picky about the living environment, had no objection to living in his temporary residence or the safe house in Scotland. As early as when he pointed out that the two people were undercover, it was impossible for them to let him escape from surveillance and control.

Scotland opened the door, and warm yellow light leaked out from the gap in the door, spreading all over Scotland's body the moment he pushed the door, making him look as gentle as an angel.

But when he met his eyes, Elhaisen said "wow" in his heart with an expressionless face.

Wow, this is a broken-winged angel that is about to be drowned in sewage.

"Come in first. Gin asked me to take you back to the safe house first, so that it will be convenient for the next mission." Scotland took off his coat and put it on the sofa, and placed a glass of water in front of El Haisen. "The room was cleaned before the rally. The basic living supplies are all in it. If there is anything missing, you can buy it tomorrow."

"Good night, then." Scotland turned around and went back to his room, as if he didn't want to talk to Elhaisen any more.

Elhaisen did not stop him too much, nor did he say much about the undercover issue.

After all, he could never wake up someone who was pretending to be asleep.

Elhaisen was not a very enthusiastic person, so he had no intention of staying in this empty living room for a long time, but went straight back to the room prepared by Scotland.

***

Elhaisen is living a peaceful life with books as his companions, and he is in a leisurely and contented state. On the other hand, Tartaglia is not so lucky.

As a new code member with great potential who is favored by Gin, Tartaglia does not have much rest time and basically spends it on the training ground.

Although Tartaglia himself had never fought, this card was like a one-click access function, stuffing all the combat experience and moves into his mind, and even the body's instinctive reactions.

At the beginning, Tartaglia was sparring with those low-level members, but his learning ability was too strong, and before long, the level of sparring rose sharply.

Until now, it was Gin who practiced with him personally.

The training ground was still brightly lit even though it was late at night. Tartaglia bent down slightly, holding a black gun in his hand, and kept observing Gin through the surrounding obstacles.

The man with long silver hair was idly playing with the black pistol in his hand, and then he shot Tartaglia as soon as she stuck her head out.

Tartaglia felt that he should be panicking. As a student who had never touched a real gun, he felt that if it weren't for this accident, he would never be exposed to this knowledge in his life.

But in fact, the moment Tartaglia held the gun, he suddenly calmed down, and his dark blue eyes were filled with madness and a desire for perfection in martial arts.

Although he knew nothing about guns as weapons, he suddenly became able to use them as if they were his arms after getting the hang of them.

Tartaglia calmly observed Gin's movements. When the other party lowered his head to take out the lighter to light his cigarette, he quickly rolled out from behind the cover. His body was as agile as a cheetah. He dodged the bullets shot at the fatal points, came in front of Gin at an extremely fast speed, raised his hand and shot him in the head.

Gin dodged the bullet that was heading straight for his face by turning his head, and then grabbed Tartaglia's arm at an extremely fast speed and threw him to the side.

Instead, Tartaglia smiled happily, and when Gin grabbed his arm, he wrapped himself around Gin's body and pressed him to the ground with his body weight.

The silver-haired man's explosive power should not be underestimated. Tartaglia didn't even suppress him for more than ten seconds before the man got rid of the predicament.

The two sides fought for half an hour before Gin defeated Tartaglia, who was improving rapidly.

The orange-haired young man was sweating all over. He collapsed to the ground and gasped.

Tartaglia felt pain all over his body. His instinct told him that he should be afraid of this pain, but his reason and brain, including his own emotions, told him that he should like it. He should pursue this pain, pursue this madness.

It doesn't feel good when even your emotions and reason are betraying you.

"Don't act like a beast, Weiya, and don't make me doubt my own judgment." Gin was still calm and composed, he didn't even sweat, and he teased Tartaglia like he was teasing a child.

"Ha... chasing war, chasing fighting is a part of me, Gin, I can't give up this pursuit." Tartaglia raised his eyebrows provocatively, staring at Gin with his lifeless dark blue pupils.

"Don't act like a beast, I said, Wildbird." Gin raised his hand and aimed the black muzzle of the gun directly at Tartaglia. Then, with a crisp "click", the bolt was opened.

Faced with a gun that could go off at any time, Tartaglia instead raised a crazy smile. Extreme calmness and madness intertwined in Tartaglia's dark pupils, giving his unrestrained and handsome face a strange temptation.

Just like a siren from the deep sea, he uses his cold and gentle singing to lure humans into his hunting grounds and become his meal.