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

Fūya Rei had a good idea before. He wanted to destroy the organization and hand over the wealth inside to the country.

But now all he could think about was slitting the old crow's throat, taking over the organization's power, and expanding it throughout Japan, becoming the uncrowned king of darkness and the secret ruler of the country.

this--

Jōgō Rei's eyelashes trembled, hiding the shock in his eyes.

This is——the sunny and cheerful big boy? ?

System, you donkey me!

But looking at Gin staring at him gravely, he coughed lightly, his expression innocent and obedient. "We used the Public Security Bureau to tie down most of the Heige Group's forces, facilitating our actions. Those who knew about this deal had already died in the Draft Building, and there was no need to clean up afterward. The Heige Group was eradicated effortlessly, and all we paid was a portion of the Heige Group's profits that were confiscated by the Public Security Bureau."

He walked briskly to Gin's side, with a terrible dead silence lingering around him, and his voice was clear and a little nonchalant.

"Or does GIN-kun suspect that I'm an undercover agent?"

He was eager to try it out and smiled happily.

Gin took a few steps back in disgust, as if the command was a virus.

He released his hand, which had been holding the gun in his windbreaker pocket, and warned in a cold tone, "Don't mess with the police. The organization's purpose is to keep a low profile. You'd better behave yourself."

When the police intervened, Gin raised it high and then lowered it gently.

Most importantly, he didn't think the official organization would send a psychopath to go undercover.

The commander is one of the most crazy people in the organization.

As long as the commander can clean up the mess himself and prevent the police from tracing the organization, any of his methods are acceptable.

"I remember Cohen mentioned in his report two days ago that you have an informant in the Metropolitan Police Department?" Gin asked casually.

Fūya Rei's expression darkened, and his deep gaze fell on him. It was silent and cold, yet it carried an uncomfortable sense of control that seemed to see through everything.

"Don't try to probe me, GIN."

His eyes grew deeper, yet empty, filled with the arrogance that threatened all darkness and the power to control the world.

Gin stared at him. This was the second time that this commanding guy showed the aura that only belonged to the superior, and the aura of the leader of the Mafia who ruled with blood and violence.

His identity is by no means simple.

A glimpse of the leopard can reveal the whole body. Gin's eyes flashed and he realized something.

He put the cigarette butt away, a look of bloodthirsty excitement on the corner of his mouth. It was an unknown and powerful Mafia organization, and it should not be a native Japanese force.

He couldn't wait to confront the hyenas in the darkness.

Gin warned in a hoarse voice, his tone elegant but revealing an ambiguous meaning: "I hope I won't catch you, Tennessee."

"I've sent you the lab address. From now on, all your tests will be done at the CRS lab. Please take some time to check your brain."

Gin left with Vodka, who was hesitant to speak.

Fūya Rei looked at their backs with a thoughtful look in his eyes. CRS Laboratory?

Is it the Cell Regeneration System Laboratory?

He turned around and sat on the sofa. After taking out his headphones and putting them on, he closed his eyes lazily, as if he had fallen asleep, but his brain was working rapidly.

The Hegde Group's mission was solved. After all, the organization obtained the required information and took down the Hegde Group's hidden forces. The losses incurred by the public security were negligible.

However, Gin did remember Hagiwara and Matsuda.

The enemy must be completely erased from Gin's memory as soon as possible, and the idea of ​​the big enemy sneaking in must be dispelled.

"Tennessee!" Gin's cold voice, which had long since left, suddenly rang in his ears. The voice was as suppressed as a volcano about to erupt. "You'd better not let me catch you secretly planting a bug again!"

There was a crackling sound of electricity, and then there was dead silence on the other end of the headphones.

It seems that Gin crushed the bug.

Fūya Rei raised his eyebrows, slowly switched the channel, and continued listening.

"Brother, should I send an email to the boss to apologize?" Vodka asked hesitantly while holding the steering wheel.

Gin snorted coldly, took the last locator from the edge of his hat and threw it into the bag, his eyes falling on Vodka.

"Check yourself," Gin said.

Vodka: ? ?

He couldn't help but look at the three locators and two eavesdropping devices in the bag. An idea suddenly occurred to him, his face changed drastically, and he hurriedly searched his body.

Gin sat aside and gave orders: "The heels of the shoes, the inside of the collar, the hem of the clothes, the belt..."

Every time he mentioned a location, Vodka took out a small eavesdropping device or locator from that place.

As more and more small things were found, Gin's face became darker and darker.

Vodka: ...Brother, why are you so skilled!

As expected of the big brother! He knows everything.

Gin, who was deeply persecuted by his commander, opened the back cover of Vodka's mobile phone, and sure enough, there was a locator inside.

He counted and found five eavesdropping devices and nine locators on Vodka alone, plus his—

The veins on Gin's forehead twitched, and he wished he could shoot the commander dead.

"Tennessee!" Gin growled and cursed.

After Vodka managed to shut down all these little things, he asked cautiously, "Brother, what should we do with these?"

"Send it to the logistics team for inspection. If there's nothing wrong, put it away." Gin said with a serious face, "It can be reused later."

At this time, the mobile phone rang.

Gin looked down and saw that he looked familiar. It was that damn Tennessee.

After Gin answered the phone, his eyes were full of anger, and he asked impatiently, "What's the matter?"

"It's nothing serious." Tennessee's voice came out, light and meaningful. "I just want to know GIN-kun's basic compensation for completing missions."

Gin had a sneer on his face: "Don't think about messing up my mission. I don't get paid for doing it."

Tennessee is always looking for ways to cause trouble. What a troublemaker this guy is.

"Is the organization actually a freeloader like this? GIN-kun, I have an idea..."

"Give up your idea." Gin said speechlessly, "Don't betray the organization, or I will shoot you."

Gin knew what he was thinking without him having to finish.

This guy has the idea of ​​backstabbing his boss etched in his head. He's so restless.

Tennessee said in a light and casual voice, "Don't worry. I just saw that you were living in such a difficult situation. I asked you to recycle the props I used instead of destroying them with a single shot. GIN-kun, I'm thinking of you."

Gin's face suddenly turned as dark as the bottom of a pot, and the veins on his hand holding the phone bulged. Tennessee's behavior meant that there were still some props that had not been found!

He laughed outright.

This guy's method of placing props is really clever!

"GIN-kun, are you really not going to consider working with me? I'm very generous."

He kept chattering and tried his best to pull Gin onto the boat.