Ming Ke: Everyone at the same time thought I was a poor little thing

"Open the door!" Gin said with murderous intent.

Tennessee: "...I'm not in the safe house."

Under the ambiguous looks of many cadres, he openly said: "Go find Camus or Bourbon. I'm on a date and not at home."

The code members pricked up their ears: Date? Who? Could it be Amuro Toru?

When the big guys fight, ordinary people will spontaneously pick up their bowls to watch.

Rum rubbed his bald head subconsciously, wanting to say something but stopping himself.

Good man, the other two people you harmed are also you.

But Rum was reluctant to interrupt. He had previously sent an email to Tennessee, wanting to use his intelligence network to find out where Midorikawa Saku had taken Aquavit, but his wording was inappropriate and he was retaliated against today.

——This guy demanded three people’s worth of resources on his own!

If he said anything more and that petty person remembered it...

Thinking of the consequences of being caught doing illegal work last time, Rum decisively kept his mouth shut.

But in his heart, he was secretly hoping that Gin would offend someone and be severely retaliated against so that he could go and make fun of him.

"Don't make me repeat it a second time." Gin's voice was cold and sharp, and his voice could be clearly heard through Tennessee's audio.

So, Tennessee was totally lying when she said she wasn't in the safe house.

Everyone: "..." The corners of their mouths twitched wildly.

You are so amazing, Tennessee, you are trying to trick Gin right in front of him.

Soon the sound of the door being violently demolished became deafening.

Tennessee's channel was filled with the sound of thrashing and thrashing, as well as Tennessee's heartbreaking cry: "Gin, I'm most afraid of pain. If you dare to hit me, I'll die in front of you."

Vermouth, who was drinking red wine, choked and spilled the wine all over herself.

Gin, who was indeed threatened, looked at the charcoal brazier and the open window that he had thrown outside the door, his face as black as the bottom of a pot.

The veins on Gin's forehead jumped:...Fuck.

This lunatic will really die in front of him.

other people:? ?

What? What kind of new threat is this?

However, Gin's compromise surprised them.

Surprisingly, I was really threatened.

Before they could even think of 'trying to kill Gin too', the thought was sternly dismissed.

They are not Tennessee. If they dare to die in front of Gin, Gin will really make them dead.

When it comes down to it, this Tennessee has an extraordinary identity.

Who the hell is he? !

"The meeting continues." Rum said calmly, as if he had seen a lot of big things.

Ugh, what a disappointment. Gin is completely manipulated.

The code members were confused: So, what was the main content of our meeting?

At this moment, Bourbon's hypocritical and sarcastic voice came over: "Back to the point, Chianti, be responsible for your words. Of course, I understand your bad luck these past seven days, but that's no reason to vent your anger on others. Speak of virtue, do more good deeds, and then find a temple to pray to prevent further bad luck. What do you think?"

Chianti: !!

This guy actually threatened her openly. If she continued to bite him, it would not be as simple as the failure of all missions within seven days.

Chianti took a deep breath, but Bourbon proved with facts that he had such ability.

Why didn't Rum and Gin just take the man to the interrogation room for punishment? Instead of going through the trouble of holding such a meeting, it was because they didn't have any evidence.

Of course, the organization is not the police, so they must have evidence.

If the organization suspects you, it is normal to shoot you directly.

What's not normal is bourbon, Tennessee, and Camus brandy.

Their identities are different, or the power behind them is very strong, which makes the organization dare not act rashly, so they want a legitimate reason to deal with people.

Chianti, who rarely showed any sense, was silent for a moment, then lowered his head with a wry smile and said, "Alright. I just saw Mr. Amuro there, and my intuition is that it's his fault. I don't have any evidence, so I'll go to the organization's disciplinary office."

Cohen followed suit: "I'll go with you."

Vermouth chuckled and left the group chat.

She knew full well that the battle was over and Bourbon had the upper hand.

After her, rum and gin also left.

The departure of powerful cadres made the atmosphere of the online meeting much more relaxed.

Before everyone could finish chatting, Bourbon's voice suddenly rang out: "Mr. Ireland, don't call others in such a slimy and disgusting tone from now on, understand?"

Those who were preparing to leave sat up straight, their eyes darting around. Wow, there are still melons!

Ireland suddenly guessed what he was referring to and slammed the table in anger: "Tennessee also shouted 'Tou Jun', and Camus Brandy did the same. Why did they only warn me not to shout it?"

He said angrily, "Why, you didn't get angry at them but picked on me instead. Do you think I'm easier to bully?"

Bourbon said with a half-smile, "You are different."

They are my aliases, you are simply disgusting.

"What difference does it make?" Ireland curled his lips and said frankly, "Don't we all want to win the favor of Lord Tou? Who is more noble than the other?"

"Ireland, you'd better be as obedient as a dog." Bourbon's voice was as sweet as a cake overflowing with honey, but the chill hidden in it could not be ignored. "You can't keep provoking me."

"That won't do."

He repeated it, his tone unchanged, yet it instantly made everyone feel a surge of pressure, causing them to shudder. It was as if a wave of malice was coming from all directions, seeping into their private sphere with every pore, turning the very air icy in its anxiety.

Ireland's sixth sense was blasting alarm bells like someone was hitting him on the head with a sledgehammer and yelling in his ear: DANGER! DANGER! DANGER!

His body went against his will and no matter how he opened and closed his mouth, no sound came out.

After he calmed down, Bourbon's portrait dimmed and he left the meeting.

Immediately, the avatars of Camus Brandy and Tennessee also turned gray, and only the code members who were theoretically on the same level were left to brainstorm.

So the rumor that many codename members are competing for Bourbon’s little lover is true!

Tennessee and Camus were so honest in front of Bourbon. Could it be that Bourbon had won them over with his little lover?

Look at the codenames that have emerged today, such as Macallan, Stout, Tequila...

All the top leaders of the organization have been conquered by Amuro-dono!

hiss--

Lord Amuro, so terrifying.

No, no, no, to be correct, it's Bourbon that's so scary.

Everyone looked at him strangely, thinking that Bourbon was really tolerant and didn't care about the extra color on his head.

At the same time, I was wildly speculating whether he was planning to use this good card to hollow out the BOSS's corner, drag down all the codename members, and kick out the BOSS's top leader himself?

After careful investigation, this direction is the most likely.

The evidence is what Bourbon said himself - Tennessee, Camus and others are different from Ireland.