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

Gin pointed the gun at Rei's forehead, and a cold chill came over him, carrying the breath of death.

"Stand up!" Gin ordered.

Rei Furuya chewed some potato chips and glanced at him calmly. Gin, a guy with a paranoid mind, didn't seem to doubt him much.

Could it be that the boss said something?

He kept his guess in his heart, looked at him with interest, and analyzed the man at a rapid speed.

"Did the cadre meeting yesterday announce Rum's decision? They did! You seemed pleased with the outcome. Then you went to Okuho Town on a mission. Turns out you were dealing with a traitor. How boring! After killing the traitor, you rushed back overnight, ate rice balls in the car, and then went to Haido Town to extort money. After receiving the cash, you sent it back to the organization's finance department."

At this point, Furuya Rei paused subtly, his purplish-gray eyes widening with shock and resistance. "It was already five in the morning when you left the Finance Department, and you took time off to go on a mission in Tottori Prefecture. And when you came back, you rushed straight to the safe house to capture me?"

"I don't want to follow you. You can take a nap in the car and pretend you're asleep, but a detective can't do that. A detective's brain is precious, and I don't want to be dragged along with you!"

Furuya Rei took two steps back and said firmly, "Detective-sama, you're still a child. You absolutely must not become a corporate slave."

Vodka was so shocked that he was even more certain that Bourbon was not a human being.

No one can see through other people's past at a glance.

Monster? Or superpower?

He hid towards his elder brother, and he was definitely not scared!

Gin narrowed his eyes. Even though he had changed his clothes and taken a shower, the detective still saw through him.

Those purple-gray eyes seemed to be able to see through everything and had the power to see through the past and the future.

As Vermouth said—it is like the wisdom of a god.

"You don't need to do anything extra. You just need to determine whether these new recruits are trustworthy." Gin said disdainfully, "I don't expect you, a useless taijutsu player, to be of any use."

The boss also admired this guy's brain, but judging from the fact that he just ate, drank and played games all day, his physical skills were not good enough.

If an accident occurs at the mission site, the organization will suffer a huge loss.

It’s better to just focus on gathering intelligence and catching undercover agents.

The matter of commanding on the battlefield still needs further observation.

Fūya Ling glanced at him suspiciously, and after confirming that he was telling the truth, he immediately picked up the beret on the sofa and put it on, covering his golden hair. He then put his phone in his hand and said with anticipation like a primary school student, "Wow, let's go quickly then."

Now it was Gin's turn to hesitate. He looked at Bourbon scrutinizingly, his eyes like a deep green abyss, hiding an unfathomable inquiry.

You are so excited, maybe you want to go out and have some fun?

Thinking about the way the detective looked at humans and monsters, which was similar, and Vermouth mentioned that the first time she met the detective was at the crime scene, Gin had every reason to suspect that the detective wanted to randomly pick a few unlucky guys for fun.

His dark green pupils were sinister and piercing, and he warned impatiently, "Don't do anything you shouldn't do."

If the detective's behavior hinders the interests of the organization, he will kill the detective even if the boss does not allow it!

He thought grimly that an uncontrollable genius was no different from a hostile genius, and all that was needed was to eliminate the threat.

Fūya Rei's heart tightened. Could it be that Gin suspected that he was an undercover agent?

But this doesn't seem like it.

Furiya Rei lowered his innocent eyes and said harmlessly, "Killer-kun, please don't frame me. I'm just an ordinary detective."

Gin sneered, put the gun into his windbreaker pocket, grabbed the detective's clothes, dragged him out of the house and threw him into the car.

Vodka quickly sent a message to the logistics department, asking them to come and fix the door, and specifically reminded them not to touch anything in the room.

What if Bourbon gets angry because someone touches his things and takes it out on everyone, including him and his elder brother, by exposing their dark history to the public? That would be a disaster.

He is thinking about his elder brother!

Vodka warned them repeatedly, telling them that the consequences were very serious, and only after ensuring that the logistics were in order did he drive quickly to the mission site.

The logistics team was indeed frightened, but Bourbon's reputation was also damaged.

What’s more, this terrifying thing came from Vodka’s mouth—that was the Vodka next to GIN.

As a result, the credibility of the rumor increased sharply, and the horror of Bourbon was even more terrifying.

The October sun was still quite strong at noon.

The organization established a secret training base, where a group of peripheral members who had just passed the assessment were gathered together.

"We have passed the assessment and become official employees of the organization. Why are we called here and have to go through another assessment?" a member asked.

The training camp instructor raised his eyelids and said calmly, "This is the decision from above. Just wait."

Someone asked, "Teacher, can we know who will be conducting the assessment?"

At this time, the sound of a car was heard outside.

A fear rose in the training teacher's eyes: "Here it comes."

The organization's top killer and scavenger - Gin.

Outside the base, the Porsche stopped.

Gin said to the person eating snacks in the back seat with a dark face, "Get out of the car."

Jiang Gu Ling took a bite of the yam bun, and the sweet but not greasy and soft taste immediately conquered him.

He squinted his eyes in satisfaction, his cheeks stuffed full.

Detective cards are too brain-consuming, and only sweets can make up for it.

Hiro is a good cook. When Hiro comes to the organization, let him try making yam steamed buns.

Seeing that the air pressure around his brother was getting lower and lower, and Bourbon was still doing his own thing without caring about him, Vodka began to sweat on his forehead.

He can't afford to offend either of them.

"Well, detective, you can eat after you get off the car." Vodka said humbly.

Feeling the sharp gaze of his elder brother, he felt like crying but had no tears.

The detective sat up in protest, his mouth stuffed with something, and mumbled, "No!"

He swallowed the steamed bun, with some crumbs still on the corner of his mouth, and made a stubborn request: "Let those people wait outside the car, I just want to take a look. Mr. Vodka, give me a computer and transfer the newcomer's information to me."

Vodka looked at his elder brother with a stiff neck.

Gin's face darkened, and he wished he could just pull the person out of the car and throw him away.

But when I think about this guy's useless physical skills and precious brain, what if someone desperately wants to shoot him...

Gin compromised with a cold face.

Well, at least he could keep the mystery alive by staying in the car. No one knew his appearance or personality, and the information wouldn't leak out, so his safety was guaranteed.

Gin is very tolerant of the organization's property and does not have high demands. He just wants to work hard and create value.

He lit a cigarette and leaned outside the car, nodding slightly at Vodka, who immediately called someone to do it.

Five minutes later, the base training teacher came out of the car with a new computer and ten members of the organization.