Ming Ke: What’s wrong with me, Gin, having several aliases?

Please look at the second picture, the order in which they were sent out is reversed.

"Tell me, where do those guys in the intelligence group hide their money?"

"I don't believe they didn't hide the money on the base."

Furiya Rei gives this question a score of 8.5 because there are 1.5 words in it. He was played with for so long just to know this?

I thought there was some conspiracy.

"1790****67"

"Am I only worthy of a backup number? I am an information dealer after all."

“You don’t have to add it.”

"Tsk tsk, how heartless! I still like the way you were just now."

"So where do these guys hide their money?"

Furiya Rei just wanted money, so he was talking about more than just the intelligence team.

"In Vermouth's closet, or maybe in Rum's blind eye or in Gin's pocket."

Kurosawa Dead Fish Eyes: How come I didn’t know I had money in my pocket?

"That's not very kind of you, is it? How can you cheat your friends like that? If I go, I'm afraid that this day next year will be the anniversary of my death."

"You said it yourself, whether it's true or not."

After saying this, Fūya Rei left without looking back.

"I didn't cheat anyone, so I'm a little depressed."

"Hey! No, he drove away. How can I get back?"

Kurosawa lowered his head and looked at his feet, and regretted it, this time he regretted it completely.

He should have listened to Vodka and rushed to Rum with Bourbon hostage to confront him.

If you win, you get money; if you lose, someone gets someone.

But it’s not too late to regret now. I’ll go play in my black coat later.

As for now, the natural thing to do is to go to the base and have some fun.

Anyway, there are so many bases, so it will be no problem to ask for money from the intelligence groups in a few small and medium-sized bases.

It doesn’t matter if you don’t know where you hid the money, just ask.

Member of the intelligence team of small and medium-sized bases: Suddenly I felt a chill on my back.

........

There is a medium-sized base of the organization. Kurosawa is about to walk in wearing a mask as if no one is around.

"Friends, are you all right? If you are fine, I will be unhappy."

"Because I'm not feeling well."

The person at the door stopped him and said, "Sir, this is a private area. No outsiders are allowed to enter."

"Oh~ my friend, if you ignore me, I might let you go."

Kurosawa's voice sounded helpless, but in fact, if they ignored it.

The ending is still the same.

He quickly took out a few candies from his pocket, squeezed them hard, threw them forward and retreated quickly.

"Friends, this is my gift, I hope you like it."

"Bang! Bang! Bang!" The candies exploded one by one quickly after they got close to people.

Blood flowers bloomed before his eyes, scarlet liquid spurted out, blood splattered, and interweaved in the air to form a strange and gorgeous picture.

Broken limbs flew everywhere along with blood, and some of the limbs were still twitching, as if making their last struggle.

It’s such a loud noise that anyone who is not dead can hear it.

The operations and intelligence teams who were either working or resting in the base all ran to the door to check the situation.

"Friends, how are you?" Kurosawa greeted them with a smile.

It was obvious that his friends welcomed him very much. They raised their guns and fired bullets without caring about their lives.

"Are these the fireworks to welcome me? My friends, you are so enthusiastic."

Kurosawa was very happy and ran towards the rain of bullets with his arms open excitedly, but none of them hit him.

Don't ask, the only thing you need to know is that he has changed his movements no less than a hundred times even though the naked eye cannot see clearly.

However, it will always return to the hugging position after dodging.

And to the people on the other side who were shooting bullets at him, this look was like seeing a ghost.

He had been rushing into bullets without any preparation, but he didn't even have a wound. Even if he was wearing bulletproof armor, it would still have had an impact.

What's more, bulletproof armor does not protect the head.

I originally thought he was just a guy who didn't know his own limitations, but now...

Who is this person who overestimates his own abilities?

A small number of members of the action team dropped their guns and ran away in fear. After all, they were just ordinary people, at most ordinary people who could use guns.

But where could they go? The gate was blocked.

However, most of the people in the action team were still shooting, and they did not stop except for the necessary changing of magazines.

The smart intelligence team had put their guns away and persuaded others to do the same.

They were not far away, and Kurosawa quickly approached them, but in order to avoid being unable to dodge in time and damaging his image, he approached the one who was collecting the guns.

The action group also stopped shooting to avoid accidentally injuring friendly forces.

"Not going on? Okay then." Kurosawa sighed slightly and tilted his head towards the man in front of him.

"Friends, I am a fool. Can you tell me who is responsible for collecting intelligence here?"

"That's me. What do you want to know?" The man smiled friendly and didn't seem to have any ill intentions.

"You...Scotland?" Kurosawa pretended to identify the name before spitting out the name.

"Yes, what does this gentleman want to know?"

"Oh, well, I just want to know where the intelligence group's treasury is in this base."

Zhu Fu Jingguang's eyes wandered on the mask for a while and then he said with a smile.

"If you want money, I recommend the action team. They don't need that much anyway."

The boss of the action team himself had a somewhat stiff smile beneath his mask.

"Haha, no, because I'm good friends with the people in the intelligence team."

Rum and I are good friends who want to strangle each other.

"Then shouldn't you go and rob the action team?"

"My friend, to be honest, I have a habit of not robbing strangers, but only friends."

Zhu Fujingguang's eyes twitched twice, but he kept smiling: "Okay, I'll take you there."

"My friend, this is wonderful, but why don't you stay at the large base?"

"Sir, you know a lot. What should I call you?"

Kurosawa felt something, and his eyes slowly narrowed into slits: "My name? Actually, I haven't thought of one yet, but my friends gave me one."

"Smiling and swallowing gold doesn't sound good, right? So you can just call me Little Gold Coin."

The mask is a smiling face, and the first action is for small money, which is very suitable for the name!

"Okay little gold coin, here are all the funds for the intelligence team. That's all of them."

Before they knew it, they had reached an ATM.

Kurosawa looked at the ATM machine and for the first time felt the absurdity of this serious organization.

If he remembered correctly, the action team seemed to still need him, the boss, to visit them one by one.

But what was the result? The intelligence team turned the entire ATM machine on its head, and it was completely automatic!!!

Damn Rum, I will never forgive you for this feud!

(The author has something to ask for. I need to change the title of my book recently, but I am bad at naming, so I would like to seek help from readers.)