I'm writing a novel in Ming Ke, if you mess with me, you'll be the heroine

After the group of people finished having fun, they all sat aside like idiots with empty eyes. Even when Chu Ming stomped on the ground hard with his feet, they did not react at all.

Is this still a kidnapper?

It's because he cooperated. If it were someone else, they would have run away long ago.

Chu Ming was quite speechless. He leaned against the wall and untied the ropes behind him to loosen himself up. It was too early for him to be tied up with such skill.

While moving his wrist, Chu Ming discovered that several focal points appeared not far away and were moving towards him quietly.

Chu Ming stood up and walked to the window. He saw that Gin, the leader, had a gun in his hand and was ready to attack at the door. Feeling someone staring at him through the window, he turned around quickly with a fierce look and prepared to shoot, but found that the big face pasted on the window was Chu Ming's.

Gin withdrew his hand from the trigger dangerously, his eyes sharp. He knew that with Granburch in this condition, there was no way he could fail, and he must have been the one who took the initiative to be tied up.

But Vodka kept muttering that everyone else went but they didn’t, and it was them who left the person behind and caused this kind of thing, so Granburch, who didn’t go, would definitely bear a grudge…

Putting away the gun in his hand, Chu Ming looked at the five people in the room who were obviously unaware of the outside world. He knocked them down with a knife and let Gin and the others in.

The people who came in one after another filled the cabin so full that Vodka, who squeezed in later, had almost no place to stand.

Chu Ming looked at the people in the room who usually kept a distance from each other during meetings, but were now crowded together with their shoulders touching. He rolled his eyes speechlessly. How free is the organization during this period?

Except for Vermouth who was arranged by him to go to another place, several members of the organization currently in Tokyo have gathered. It's so late, are there no missions?

"Why are you all here? I thought Chianti and the others would be the only ones idle. After all, there aren't many missions that require snipers during this period."

Bourbon's face was filled with ridicule: "I mainly wanted to see who was so lucky as to kidnap you."

As soon as Gin came in, he felt that something was wrong in the room. He opened the window and stood by it: "Is it a group of poisonous insects?"

Chu Ming nodded and took out a cigarette box from one of the men's pockets. The box was blue and somewhat similar to the brand of cigarettes that Gin usually smoked, but the cigarettes inside seemed to have been replaced. The whole cigarette was silver and looked particularly beautiful.

Chu Ming took out a cigarette but did not light it. Instead, he described it to Gin: "This is it. After lighting it, the smoke you exhale will turn colorful. After they smoke it, they become numb. They didn't even know I had broken free from the ropes. And the smoke that overflowed is probably poisonous. Even I was in a trance for a while."

Gin's eyes fixed on Chu Ming and he looked him over.

Chu Ming was stared at by him for a long time, and suddenly said, "No, I'm not addicted. How could I be addicted just because of this little mist? Then all my previous training would be in vain!"

Gin was not very worried. After all, as the second generation of the organization, Chu Ming had done similar self-control training when he was a child. Let alone a little mist, even if he really got a little bit of it, he would have enough willpower to quit.

He snorted coldly and retracted his gaze: "It's better to do so, otherwise the organization's confinement room will be your destination."

Chianti kicked the person lying on the ground with a bit of impatience: "I thought there was something fun here. I specially took Cohen's car to come here, but the result is a bunch of people staring at each other in this cramped little place?"

Chu Ming spread his hands, feeling quite helpless: "I am speechless too. I thought that there would be a group of people who could drive a taxi on the street and kidnap a young boy, but it turned out to be just these few bugs. But I heard from them that they won't have to worry about the next shipment with me. It seems that they are planning to hand me over to the next buyer."

Chianti's eyes lit up: "Next home? Where? Have you checked it out? I'm free recently, I can help you, I've brought my sniper rifle, it's in Cohen's car!"

Cohen was stunned for a moment, then turned back to look at Chianti stiffly, his eyes revealing deep disbelief and a little grievance after being deceived: "You said, no."

Chianti scratched his cheek a little embarrassedly, looking up at the sky and the earth but not at Cohen: "Really? Did I say that? Hahaha, you must have heard it wrong..."

"I guess we have to wait until these drug addicts wake up. I was just pretending to be a little white flower in the corner. I guess someone will come to pick me up at dawn, or they will send me over. If you are interested, you can follow me. If you are not interested, I will go and play alone."

Chu Ming said, picking up the rope he had just broken free from: "Come and help me tie it up again, and remember to clean up the traces. It's okay if you don't help those people up, after all, it's normal for them to fall to the ground after being high on drugs."

Gin didn't intend to join in the fun: "I still have a mission, Vodka, let's go."

Vodka, who had just been squeezing around in the room and was now hiding in the innermost part of the room, blurted out, "Ah, brother, haven't we finished the last mission this week?"

Gin's face darkened: "Idiot, hurry up and leave!"

Vodka knew he had said something wrong, so he squeezed through the crowd to the door. Just as he was about to leave with Gin, he heard Chu Ming, who was leaning against the wall with his hands tied, sighing softly: "Alas, I don't know what kind of dangerous place these people have sent me to this time. I don't know if I can get out by myself. It would be great if more people followed me. Forget it, you are all so busy, I shouldn't ask for anything..."

"..."

"..."

Everyone was speechless. Who are you targeting?

Lafitte glanced at Gin's paused steps and took the lead in adding insult to injury: "I don't have anything to do recently, but Gin looks very busy. I guess he has to go back to work on next week's mission~"

Bourbon followed closely behind: "My mission this week is finished, and there is no rush for next week's mission, so I can stay."

Chianti had just expressed his stance, and Cohen was always tied to Chianti when he had no mission, so everyone's eyes immediately fell on Gin and Vodka who had already arrived at the door.

Vodka turned hesitantly to look at Gin: "Um - Brother, what do you think?"

Gin's knife-like gaze swept across the faces of a group of people. What did he think?

How else can he see it?

He looks very ugly now!