COS Jae-Ryu-Sui accidentally came to Beika-Cho

The organization's supply vehicle was accurately knocked over by the enemy.

The villagers cheered and fought more and more bravely, enjoying the battle excitedly.

This was the juicy prey they had hunted, and in this battle where even the children had to take part, everyone fought desperately.

They are fearless desperadoes, and it is a matter of survival of the fittest. This place is even more cruel and tragic than what Tsushima saw in the American area.

She looked at the familiar child in the rearview mirror. He looked the same as in the photo, but had grown a lot older and was about ten years old.

But her playing movements are skillful and precise, which would be impossible without diligent practice. Diligent practice is indeed incredible for a child, but it is commonplace here.

The two sides were exchanging fire, and stray bullets were not careful. When Tsushima sat up and looked again, the little girl had already fallen to the ground, and the bullet that he had just pulled away and had not yet had time to throw had exploded in her body.

Tsushima lowered his eyelids and didn't look closely. The scene had already appeared in his mind.

The late-night battle lasted for an hour. The other side intercepted the overturned supply resources and escaped, but the organization preserved the trading goods intact. They lost a vehicle and two members in the vehicle, and the others basically suffered minor injuries.

The post-war scene was in a mess. This place was too remote, so remote that it was not even described on the map, and no one cared about it. So it was chaotic and there was no order. Perhaps strength was the only order.

The organization's vehicles moved forward again. They had lost their supplies and could only rely on the remaining food to survive the next few days. It would be best if they could see a new town in two days so they could collect some supplies and continue their journey.

Tsushima is the most useless person in the group.

She didn't contribute anything, didn't help at all, and wouldn't even fire a few shots from a pistol during a fight. She just laid there in the back seat, watching Gin busying around in the passenger seat, giving orders here and there, feeling very comfortable.

Gin didn't expect this loser to be of any help. It was a blessing that he didn't get killed along the way, and it was good enough that he didn't cause more trouble.

After finding a safe place, the group stopped to rest and replenish their energy. Otherwise, they might not have the energy to fight back in this situation. After all, they are just mortals who get hungry, tired, need to eat and sleep.

"Brother, we are out of supplies and dry food."

Vodka came back from counting the vehicles and announced the bad news, which he had already known the answer to.

Gin hummed "hmm" as a reply. Given the current situation, we can only wait and see until tomorrow.

After estimating the route and itinerary, if there are no emergencies along the way, we can barely make it to District 5 of the Middle East Center to meet up with Chianti and the others.

Two members of the organization took turns to keep watch and rest. Tsushima, who was left out alone, had no partner from the beginning. It would be better to say that she was an accessory of Gin.

In the eyes of other personnel, she is just a beautiful but useless vase, but after all, it is the code name members' business, and they, who are at the lower level, cannot raise any objections.

In their eyes, Gin is very intimidating, or rather, has been intimidated and will not resist. This way, at least he still has a chance to survive and get paid, which is worse than being a cold corpse.

A idle person named Jindao was lying lazily in the back seat of the car. At least she had been lying there all the way. She was the most idle person!

"Everything is over. What you care about will eventually be lost. Nothing is eternal."

“Rest in peace!”

Tsushima sat up, opened the window and looked at the night outside.

Facing the moonlight, he took out a box of matches from somewhere, struck them and lit the photos in his hand.

The flames licked up quickly, and the beautiful memories turned into ashes and dissipated in the rugged valley, and then went away with the cold wind. In the end, nothing was left, just like the people in the photo.

Tsushima yawned and lay down again. The back seats of the two cars were completely occupied by her. Gin and Vodka outside started the first half of their duty, and the others went to rest first.

The vehicle started at 5 a.m., and Tsushima woke up before the gin and vodka were added to the car, but she did not get up.

To be honest, there was no need for her to do anything now. Gin never even called her to keep watch at night, so she was happy to relax.

Tsushima lay in the back seat with his eyes closed, listening to the sound of the train starting to move. Then he opened his eyes and looked ahead.

As usual, Vodka was driving, and Gin was sitting in the passenger seat with his eyes closed. It seemed that he did not get a good rest last night. Tsushima was more inclined to believe that he had not slept at all.

The journey was safe and smooth beyond our imagination, and we arrived at Middle East District 5 earlier than expected.

When entering the country, we showed the documents prepared by the organization. The guards checked them and let us go after they confirmed they were correct. When we left, they gave us a few reminders, such as "There is a town not far ahead that has been occupied by bandits. It's not safe. It's best to take a detour."

Gin and the others didn't care. They thought that the meeting point was set because it was convenient for their organization to take this route. Besides, would the Mafia be afraid of bandits?

The group drove into the town, rented a warehouse, parked their car and settled down, and finally began to contact Chianti and the others.

[Finally got in touch. Gin sent someone to pick us up. We were blocked halfway. Now only Cohen, Jack Daniel, and I are still alive. One of the goods was lost.]

Chianti's exasperated voice came from the communication device. Gin, who received the message, frowned and spat out two words "waste", which made Chianti, who answered the call, jump in anger.

[What are you talking about Gin? Do you know what we are facing? We are being attacked one after another and almost everyone is dying.]

[If it weren't for the perfect cooperation between me, Cohen, and Jack Daniel, you wouldn't even be able to see our bodies!]

Gin ignored Chianti's roar and said coldly, "Wait," and cut off the connection.

Chianti on the other side was furious: f**k***s**b**

Gin arranged several members to follow Vodka to pick up people, while he stayed here to guard several trucks of goods. Tsushima still had no intention of talking to Gin, and Gin ignored him.

Tsushima just watched Gin go out from the co-pilot seat to arrange everything, then walk out of the warehouse. No one knew what he was doing outside, but he came back not long after.

Opening the passenger door again, Gin used the car cigarette lighter to light a 'JILOISES' brand cigarette, which was his usual cigarette.

Tsushima watched the other person go out for a while and come back just to light a cigarette, and touched the matchbox in his pocket without any guilt.

It was obvious that it was taken from Gin. The timing of the crime was the moment when Gin touched her when he was touching the corpse. She just picked it up casually and no one expected it to be a matchbox.

Anyway, Gin has a lot of stuff on him, with little gadgets hidden everywhere, and Tsushima says he can take some from time to time.

Tsushima: A cocky expression