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

Knob Creek was not as easy to talk to as Ireland. He quickly put his knife to the researcher's neck and stopped them from taking him away by force.

Under the ambiguous gazes of Gin and the others, he spoke with all sincerity, frankly, and without shame: "Mr. Amuro, you don't have to pay attention to those scum. I can perform the task of sleeping with you and take care of your physiological needs."

This way he will be closer to his husband!

He will definitely prove to everyone that he is the master's most trusted confidant!

Gin's frosty face twitched uncontrollably for the first time. He looked at Knob Creek as if it were a dirty thing, and he wished he could bomb it to pieces with his Osprey.

Vodka didn't have so many thoughts. He just felt that as a younger brother, he actually lost to Knob Creek, the bootlicker.

However, he really couldn't bear to sleep with his elder brother.

He slowly looked at his elder brother, his honest face full of confusion.

Gin, who could easily see what he was thinking, took two steps back subconsciously: ...Stay away from me! !

As for Fūya Zero, who was the main output, his expression was blank for a moment, he unconsciously took a few steps back, and after being stiff for two seconds, he turned his head and squeezed out a word from his throat with difficulty: "Get out!"

Nob Creek obediently put away the knife and left with the researcher, his legs trembling but his eyes full of gossip.

From a distance, he could be heard shouting, "Mr. Amuro, you must believe me, I can complete the task of being the bed attendant!"

Jianggu Ling: Get out.

His face was full of resistance, like a furry cat with its tail clipped.

After Knob Creek shouted this, his reputation was ruined.

Calvados, who wanted to come over and say hello from a distance, opened his mouth, but before he could say anything, he met Fūya Rei's gloomy gaze staring at him.

——If you dare to say another word, I will kill you.

"——" Calvados quietly took a few steps back and did not dare to come over to cause trouble at this juncture.

The canary is harmless, but its owner is not to be trifled with.

For a long time, no one inside or outside the base recovered from the mental pollution brought by Knob Creek.

The only ones present were Gin, Vodka, and Rei Furuya.

Fūya Rei's face twisted in a look of resistance as he asked, "Hey, what was his identity before he became a member of the organization?"

Furukaya Rei couldn't pronounce the name of Knob Creek anymore, as it always felt hot in his mouth.

Gin didn't answer. His dark green eyes were blank for the first time, as if he had suffered a strong shock and had not yet recovered.

Furiya Rei could only focus his eyes on Vodka.

Under the intimidating gaze, Vodka tried hard to recall Knob Creek's information. After a long pause, he said, "He grew up in the organization and doesn't have a high status. If I must say, he's quite persistent."

Fūya Ling slowly exhaled. Persistence?

See it.

He forced a strong smile and the atmosphere fell silent for a moment.

After a long time, the three people restarted their computers and forcibly cleared all their memories, pretending that nothing had happened.

Gin held a cigarette between his fingers and looked at Rei Furuya with scrutiny. "The boss agreed to your request and gave you code names for Camus Brandy and Tennessee Whiskey. Commander, how did you manage to get code names for you and the detective?"

The point is, he hasn't had time to report the command's request!

He must have been the one who ordered me to contact the BOSS.

Fūya Rei's eyes wandered for a moment, and suddenly he looked at Vodka who was confused.

Vodka was startled. What, what happened?

He pretended to be careless and hid himself behind his elder brother. Then he mustered up the courage to look at the commander and said, "Brother, I'm asking you how you got the code name from that gentleman. Why are you looking at me? Answer my question quickly."

Furuya Rei tilted his head, his entire body, even the hair, expressing innocence and obedience. "If Vodka-kun still remembers, it was you who, half asleep in the afternoon, emailed the boss and strongly requested this."

Vodka's eyes widened: "Me?"

Gin reacted immediately, reached into Vodka's pocket, took out his cell phone, and flipped to the email interface.

The emails between Vodka and BOSS have not been deleted yet and are still lying there quietly. The obvious evidence is so dazzling that it hurts people's eyes.

Gin choked, a trace of surprise still lingering in his eyes, and stated expressionlessly: "You hacked into Vodka's email."

Instead of destroying the emails afterwards, they openly put the blame on Vodka.

It works.

The BOSS was actually persuaded.

Gin looked at the email and fell into deep thought. The wording and concessions in the email...

Considering that the detective was given a code name on the day he was kidnapped by Rum and even the boss's subtle fear in front of the detective, Gin knew that this guy had a lot of secrets.

In this case, the interrogation plan must be changed. It cannot be as simple and crude as he had previously thought.

At least torture drugs like truth serum can no longer be used.

Vodka leaned over to take a look at the email, then froze in place, almost fainting.

He cried out in injustice: "Brother, this is not my fault!"

Jianggu Ling: Can't bear to laugh.

Vodka's voice nearly broke with grievance. "I'm not familiar with him. I can't possibly go against the boss for him. I don't even have the courage to go head-to-head with him. Big brother, you have to believe me!"

Please don't kill me.

Vodka is about to cry.

The murderous intent in Gin's dark green eyes was almost materializing. He couldn't bear to listen any longer and gritted his teeth, saying, "Idiot, didn't you hear me just now say that the commander hacked your email? Don't you have a brain?"

And—"You're too loud!"

Gin glanced at Calvados, whose pupils were shaking not far away, and the code member Macallan, who had just walked in with a dazed expression. He took a puff of cigarette with a vicissitudes of life, and felt that there would be new rumors in the organization soon.

He glanced at McAllen again, and the guy had already walked away alertly.

Gin, unbridled and unrestrained, exuded a heavy, oppressive aura. He asked in a low voice, "Why are the police involved in the operation against the Black Group?", as Fūya Rei, clutching his stomach and laughing uncontrollably, "Why are the police involved in the operation against the Black Group?"

"Also." He tapped the ground with his toes, "The little tool you used to open the lock fell off."

Furiya Rei pretended not to notice the wire. He pinched his chin, stretched out his tone, and said endearingly, "Of course it's because I passed on the information about the Black Group to the public security."

The rewards of using Vodka's email to fight against the BOSS came. Borrowing the power of the BOSS, adding a bit of mystery and power to him was enough to help him survive some crises, not too big or too small.

You can tell this just by looking at the fact that Gin asked him about the progress of his mission at the base instead of dragging him to the interrogation room for torture.

BOSS, it’s really useful.

But Jōya Rei was also very distressed, and the knife was faintly visible under his long sleeves.

If Old Crow hadn't been so good at hiding, he would have come to his house, slit his throat, and taken over his organization...

wrong!

This idea is wrong.

Fūya Ling suddenly came to his senses. What did he mean by cutting the throat? He wanted to take the man to the police station!