On the possibility of Gin's younger brother taking his older brother away

"what?"

Gin looked at the woman standing next to him and asked back.

Vermouth said puzzledly: "Didn't my men tell you the location of the command point?"

Gin understood what she meant, she was wondering why she hadn't gone on the mission yet.

"Chianti and Cohen have gone."

"Really?" Vermouth asked suspiciously, "The people at the command center didn't report any information about them to me."

"Their mission this time is to provide free support, so there is no need to join forces."

Gin gave a rare explanation to prevent this woman from holding on to the matter.

Vermouth hadn't realized the change in the action group yet, and still asked: "But if they don't come to cover..."

"Vermouth, are you asking the organization's elite snipers to cover those rubbish?"

Gin interrupted her, his tone temperature dropping to zero.

“It’s just that the success rate is higher this way…”

"There is no need for trash that needs cover to succeed."

Gin mocked mercilessly, "Or does the United States not have any snipers at all?"

He has been dissatisfied with the trash in the United States for a long time, but he didn't say anything because of the Vermouth forces. But now these trash are trying to get the protection of the action team, which he can't tolerate.

"You!" Vermouth was dissatisfied. The trash that Gin mentioned belonged to her power, and this sentence was referring to her inaction.

She suppressed her emotions, snorted coldly and said, "In that case, how about letting you command this operation? You can command my subordinates at your will."

Gin glanced at her and said, "You should know that the mission of the action team is to provide support. Don't push your work to me."

This sentence made Vermouth unbelievable, and she covered her red lips which were opened in surprise with her hands.

Gin actually refused a mission? In the past, he had no boundaries for missions. As long as he could complete the mission better, he would do anything.

This time, not only did they refuse, they also moved out of the scope of the mission.

She looked at the people around Gin, trying to get some clues from their expressions.

Ramos and Binga's reactions seemed to have been known in advance, but unexpectedly, it was Vodka who was surprised.

"Is there something wrong?" Qian Yuanqiu didn't like the woman's unconcealed gaze and asked impatiently.

"No, I just thought it was fun."

Vermouth retracted her gaze and turned back to the indifferent silver-haired man: "But you have to go to the front-line headquarters. Someone wants to see you."

Gin stared at the woman, the wrinkles between his brows announcing his remaining little patience.

"Ireland, I think you should remember him." Vermouth didn't keep the secret and said directly: "Pisk's adopted son."

"Boring." Gin had no interest in this strange name, and he was not planning to meet him.

As soon as Vermouth saw this reaction, she knew Gin's choice.

"Okay, I get it." She said one step ahead, "But you don't have to go, but the action team needs to send someone to follow up on the subsequent attacks."

Vermouth's eyes moved back and forth between Chihara Aki and Binga.

"Vodka." Gin motioned for him to follow.

"Eh? Is it vodka?"

Vermouth was a little surprised by this choice and looked at Gin uncertainly.

"Hmph, Vermouth, did those losers give you the confidence to look down on the members of the task force?" Gin sneered at the woman's suspicion.

He was just short of having the word contempt written on his face.

"Tsk." Vermouth's expression turned cold in response to Gin's undisguised sarcasm.

But she remembered the urgency of the mission and turned away.

Vodka looked back and saw Gin still having his usual expressionless face. Chihara Aki squinted his eyes and smiled and waved at him. Even Binga showed an expression of trust.

He turned resolutely, even his steps showed his determination.

"If you say that to Vermouth, is it true that Vodka was not excluded in the past?"

Binga felt sympathy for his fellow sufferers who had just finished fighting.

Gin didn't answer, but assigned him a task: "Go investigate Curacao's past experiences and how she and Rum get along."

"Hmm?" Binga responded.

"Okay, I got it." Knowing that he wouldn't get an answer from Gin, Binga didn't dwell on it and left with the mission.

After everyone left, Gin took Chihara Aki to the garage and found the private car he left in the United States - a silver Porsche.

"Is there going to be any trouble with Vodka?"

He usually takes good care of himself, and Qian Yuanqiu selfishly doesn't want anything to happen to Vodka.

"With the daily deterrence of the action team, that group of people will not do anything to him."

Gin replied, "As for the support work, it depends on him."

The silver Porsche rushed out of the garage, merged into the traffic flow from the winding road, and drove towards the determined destination.

When the U.S. branch gathered its members and prepared to rush to the zoo headquarters under the cover of night, they were intercepted by enemy forces that appeared out of nowhere.

Judging from their equipment, the other party was well prepared.

The two sides engaged in a gun battle using two abandoned buildings as their respective bases, which has lasted for an hour.

"Those idiots only paid attention to the flies in front of them but forgot about the dogs in America." Gin's tone was full of disgust.

If we don't resolve the issue quickly, the intelligence agencies will smell the scent and come here.

Chihara Aki was able to understand Gin's strange metaphor and knew who he was referring to.

According to Curacao's investigation, the zoo's headquarters is located in the basement of a commercial building.

The buildings above the ground belong to the forces behind the zoo - affiliated with the Mills Corporation.

Gin is now going to the residence of Randa Mills, the head of Mills Company.

Randa Mills is already 80 years old and lives in a state-of-the-art automated defense villa, cared for by a private doctor.

At this time, he was sitting on the bed in the master bedroom of the villa, talking to the person on the other end of the phone.

The private doctor was monitoring his physical condition with instruments, and the blonde nurse was recording the data in real time.

"Ah... I'm so disappointed that you were forced into this state by the power of a mere island country."

"Ryan, you are far inferior to your father's ability. If you can't produce results, our cooperation will be terminated."

"It's just a gem. There are many more that the organization is willing to give me."

Randa Mills closed her eyes and tapped the quilt with her fingers, looking calm and composed.

"This is the last chance to decide whether the zoo will become a pariah."

The most advanced instruments quickly fed back his current physical data, and his private doctor interpreted the data diligently.

"How am I doing?" Randa Mills asked.

"It's perfect, sir." The private doctor said in an amazed tone, "There is no rejection reaction, and the function has been greatly improved."

"Humph, it seems that the blood transfusion a few days ago was still effective."

Randa Mills smiled proudly, "Is there enough food? Let the zoo catch some more for me..."

He was answered by a hurried knock on the door and the panicked voice of his subordinate: "Mr. Mills, I have something important to report!"

The sound stopped abruptly, and Randa Mills vigilantly signaled the bodyguard in the corner to check.