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

The Organization Intelligence Department submitted an investigation report. The fight between the underworld organization was so big that it alarmed the police. From the leader to the grassroots brothers, they were all taken away by the police.

The two of them looked like they were about to ascend to heaven, like Buddha.

On the seventh day, Chianti and Cohen watched helplessly as their target was caught cheating by his wife, his face scratched. There were onlookers everywhere, and even the police who came to mediate came and took them all back to the Metropolitan Police Department to take statements.

They then realized that the mission had failed again.

Number 7, who secretly informed the target's wife, smiled foolishly and carried the takeaway box into the crowd.

Seven full days, a total of nine tasks.

Neither Cohen nor Chianti managed to pull it off.

The two of them couldn't hold back because of the ridiculous coincidence.

With dull eyes, they packed up their sniper rifles in a daze. Turning around, they saw the blond and dark-skinned man playing with balloons with other children not far away downstairs.

As if he noticed their gazes, the young man looked up, his lips slightly raised, his eyes curved, his smile sweet and innocent, vivid and lively.

The corners of his mouth moved slightly, and he asked silently: "Do you want a balloon?"

Cohen and Chianti: ? ?

Two people: !!

The two of them suddenly had an idea and remembered that someone had once threatened to take revenge on them.

Originally, they had never taken him seriously. He was just a powerless canary, and his harsh words were not as hurtful as a glare from Gin.

But the experience of these seven days was so bizarre and strange that they had never seen in their lives.

It's so unlucky.

So, it must have been the canary!

No, no, no, Canary looks very naive and innocent, she doesn't have this ability.

It must have been Bourbon who did this to vent his anger on his lover!

Or maybe Gin had a hand in it.

It's because Gin and Canary are having an affair.

Bourbon, Gin, I didn't expect you to be this kind of people.

The two were so angry that their faces turned blue. They glared at Fūya Rei and quickly headed towards the base, talking on the phone as they walked.

They want to sue!

The completion rate of the task in these seven days was zero, which was definitely not their fault. Bourbon and Gin needed to stand up and take full responsibility.

As usual, those who failed in multiple missions would be sent to the interrogation room. They decided that even if they had to be punished, they would make Boben take the blame, otherwise they would not be willing to accept it!

November 11th, the twelfth day of the Worrier card equipment.

After receiving the complaint from Cohen and Chianti, the Rum faction intelligence team reviewed the mission process three times overnight and found nothing abnormal.

Repeated inspections only proved that they were unlucky and were plagued by bad luck.

But it is because it is too coincidental that it seems problematic.

He seriously issued orders to senior officials and convened an online meeting.

After all, the nature of this incident is too serious.

The key point is that the intelligence team he was in charge of lost face. The action team went out with the intelligence, but in the end the whole mission went wrong.

His boss even emailed him asking if he was getting confused due to his age.

Rum's face darkened.

Some people, for their own selfish desires, have actually infringed upon the interests of the organization. This trend must not be allowed to continue.

At nine o'clock in the morning, a high-level meeting of the organization was held.

Participants, default cadres: Rum, Gin, Vermouth, Pisco, Bourbon (Camus Brandy, Tennessee Whiskey).

Yes, Bourbon has three accounts.

and other ordinary codename members.

Rum spoke first, his voice, both impatient and unhappy, emanating from the computer: "This meeting is primarily to verify the reports from Chianti and Cohen. Chianti, explain the situation again so that those who are unaware will understand."

Chianti said angrily, "Okay. Cohen and I have failed in all our missions over the past seven days. I'm sure there's been rumors in the organization. But this isn't bad luck on our part, nor is it a coincidence! Quite the contrary. It's all Bourbon's fault."

In this situation, she didn't dare to involve Gin, for fear that Gin would hold a grudge.

"Cohen and I just said a few unpleasant words to Jin and Amuro Toru, and Bourbon secretly messed up our mission in order to get back at us."

There was a noise in the channel, and whispers were indistinct.

But I think it was to express shock at this incident and curiosity about Amuro Toru.

"Pfft."

There was laughter, and many code members looked sideways. After carefully looking at the head and name of the person who laughed, they found out that it was Camus Brandy.

Where did this newcomer come from? His name is ranked so high, so his status must be quite high.

In a displeased yet brisk voice, he said childishly, "Chianti, don't say anything careless. Do you have any evidence?"

"I saw Toru Amuro yesterday, and he smiled at me at the mission site." Chianti shouted.

He must have been so happy because he learned from Bourbon that his revenge had succeeded!

He is demonstrating!

At this moment, a light and malicious voice sounded: "Oh? You think your mission failed because Tou-kun smiled at you?"

The others looked closely at the ID and saw, oh wow, Tennessee whiskey.

Tennessee said nonchalantly, "I didn't know Tou-kun had such great power."

"What do you know? You spend all day either playing games or committing suicide. How can you have time to understand Mr. Tou?" For some reason, Camus Brandy pointed the finger at Tennessee.

Tennessee, watching the fun, said, "Really? But aren't you also browsing the World Dark Web with a dessert in your arms? You're probably still working as a crime professor there right now."

"Tennessee!" Camus Brandy seemed unhappy about being exposed, and said sharply, "Your safe house is still burning charcoal. Don't tell me you want to be warm. Burning charcoal to commit suicide is not fun at all."

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Aren’t you two too powerful?

Rum, Vermouth, and Gin, who knew that the three were actually one person, had their pupils tremble.

How do you manage to change a persona, a number, and a voice when switching a personality?

Besides, it's an internal conflict, right?

Is it a personal conflict?

This guy is getting sicker.

Tennessee said in a pompous voice, "Mr. Detective, you really know everything. Then why haven't you found all the undercover agents in the organization?"

Camus Brandy said calmly: "You have been trying to commit suicide for so long, why are you still not dead?"

Tennessee: "You're kidding, how could I bear to investigate..."

The public channel was dead silent, except for these two people who created the lively scene that should have been attended by more than a dozen people.

"Okay, stop it." The unfathomable voice revealed a sense of mystery and danger, decisively stopping this bizarre scene.

Camus brandy and Tennessee whiskey also fell silent.

Hiss, who is so powerful that he can suppress these two big Buddhas?

Everyone looked closely and saw, oh, it was Bourbon.

Bourbon's voice was light and he said half-seriously, "If you're too free, come to my safe house. I'm looking for a job recently."

His distressed voice came over, filled with strange enthusiasm and sticky malice: "Please help me find a safe place to work. I really hate those members of the organization who are dressed in black and have such bad taste that it hurts the eyes."