Model worker and his little darling

The next morning, Pingqing saw that Vodka had also arrived.

He raised an eyebrow and got into the car with Gin.

Heiji was originally planning to embark on the road to earning interest alone, but Gin was worried and insisted on coming along.

Vodka noticed the strange atmosphere between the two people behind him. It wasn't like usual; normally, Ping Qing would have started babbling away by now.

However, Pingqing seems to have changed as well. He used to be carefree and like a child who hadn't grown up, but now he seems to have matured a lot.

What exactly happened that night?!

He called and texted his older brother and Yu Lu last night, but no one answered him.

It wasn't until dawn that my older brother gave me an address and told me to come and get the car.

Ping Qing looked at Vodka's little eyes with amusement: "What's wrong, Vodka? Is something the matter?"

Vodka grinned: "You seem to be in good spirits. Are you alright?"

Ping Qing was startled. Was Vodka concerned about him?

She smiled and replied, "I'm sorry to have worried you, I'm fine."

Looking at Vodka's silly face, it seems he should treat Vodka better in the future and give him Yoko Okino's autographed photo when he gets back.

Soon, they arrived at the target's hiding place.

Hirakiyo and Gin sneaked in, and Hirakiyo directly and forcefully subdued the target.

That FBI agent was unlucky; his residence had long been exposed, and he never expected someone to dare break into his house and catch him off guard.

They handed the person over to the peripheral members who were waiting nearby, and asked them to take the person back to the base.

Taira no Kiyoshi then launched a surprise attack on his next target.

For several days in a row, Pingqing was on his way to arrest people.

He finally understood the hard work of Gin and Vodka, who worked around the clock.

They were the ones who suffered the most and worked the hardest in the huge winery.

He'd been handling everything personally these past few days, while Gin took away the intelligence they'd gathered. Actually, Vodka was the most exhausted, not only driving but also providing logistical support and contacting external members…

The base has been on edge these past few days. They haven't seen Lord Gin for several days, but people keep being sent to the base and locked up in interrogation rooms.

Everyone speculated that someone had angered Lord Gin and was being retaliated against.

After arresting everyone on the list provided by the system, the Porsche 356A finally drove into the base.

These past few days, Gin hasn't said anything, he's just been watching Mishika's movements.

He didn't even ask how FBI agent Hirakiyo, who wasn't under the organization's control, knew about it.

Upon hearing that Gin and Mikasa had returned, Sila and the others rushed over to watch, and were all shocked by the murderous aura and bloody smell emanating from Hira.

So it turns out that Yu Lu was the one who sent those people back to the base.

Xila patted Pingqing on the shoulder: "Yulu, I've noticed you've changed."

Pingqing rolled her eyes: "Don't people change every day?"

Chianti looked at Pingqing with a grin: "Yu Lu, you scared your sister to death that night, but you seem to be doing well now, especially your scent, I really like it."

Tsk, what a crazy woman.

"I'm sorry for making you worry, sister. It's my fault. I'll go with you next time there's a mission."

Chianti nodded in satisfaction: "It's a deal."

Pingqing looked at the group and asked, "I'm going to the interrogation room. Do you want to come with me?"

Chianti waved his hand and left with Cohen; they weren't interested in the interrogation.

Sila, on the other hand, followed Pingqing into the interrogation room with an excited expression.

Looking at the group of FBI agents locked up together, Ping Qing smiled broadly; these were all his achievements.

He randomly dragged someone out, tied him to a cross, and pulled out a scalpel, looking at the person on the shelf with excited eyes.

He learned a lot from a female psychopath; hopefully, he can handle it.

The knife plunged into the flesh of his arm, and blood gushed out immediately. Ping Qing sighed; it seemed he hadn't quite mastered the skill yet.

Well, it'll do, so I shaved the meat off piece by piece.

Xila looked at Pingqing, whose face was covered in blood and whose eyes were filled with madness, and thought, "Tsk tsk, how perverted, how crazy. I like it."

This was the first time he had ever seen this kind of interrogation method. In the past, Gin would beat people half to death and then drag them away to be used as test subjects.

What to do? He's also starting to want to try it out.

Pingqing glanced at Xila, who was eager to try, and handed her a scalpel.

Xila took the scalpels and looked at Pingqing curiously: "You're not a doctor, why are you carrying so many scalpels on you?"

"I like it."

Watching Xila's chaotic mess, with blood splattered everywhere, Pingqing walked away in disgust; it was truly devoid of any aesthetic appeal.

"I think you could learn how to dissect something sometime."

Looking at the work before him, Sila was not entirely satisfied, so he nodded and said, "It seems I should learn more."

He saw a pair of very beautiful hands that pulled the person out. Pingqing observed them carefully and found them to be perfect.

"Such beautiful hands, it's a shame that only we can see them. More people should be able to appreciate them. What do you think about sending your hands separately to the FBI in the United States? Let them see how much you've contributed to the FBI."

The woman on the ground was ashen-faced. If she could die, she would have committed suicide long ago, but now she had to endure this inhuman torture.

Pingqing didn't expect the woman to give any answers.

"Yu Lu, I think we can send some of these people to the FBI, along with their biographies, and plant a bomb inside. That's a show of our sincerity."

Ping Qing nodded. "Human bomb, that's a great suggestion."

After the two reached an agreement, they started working on it. Gifts always need to be carefully selected.

"Xiaoqi, you can get these packages delivered to FBI headquarters smoothly, right?"

[Host, you're doing great!]

"Then it's up to you."

Gin left with Vodka as soon as he returned to the base. When he came back, he didn't see Pingqing and learned that Pingqing and Xila had gone to the interrogation room together, so he rushed over immediately.

Pushing open the door revealed a scene of utter devastation inside.

Vodka stared in shock at the blood on the ground and the neatly arranged limbs. He felt his legs trembling and an urge to leave.

Especially with Pingqing and Xila smiling, they looked like demons from hell.

Madman, devil, he must stay away from these two people from now on.

Gin leaned against the wall, frowning as he stared at the two. Before they met, they were just a little crazy, but now that they were together, they've become perverted.

Looking at the blood on Pingqing's face, he said, "Someone else will take care of these things. You should go back and rest."

Ping Qing twirled the scalpel in his hand. Tsk, he wasn't a good person in either of his lives, especially since he was betrayed by his so-called good friend in his previous life.

He flashed a bright smile at Gin, then in a flash, pressed the knife against Gin's neck.

Vodka and Syrah stared in disbelief at Pingqing's actions. How had things come to this? Was Yulu about to rebel?

Vodka quickly stepped forward: "Big brother..."

Gin simply uttered two words coldly: "Get out."

Sila shrugged. It seemed they couldn't bear to watch what was about to happen. She dragged Vodka, who still wanted to say something, out of the room.

What are you worried about? Didn't you see that Gin didn't dodge at all? If Gin wanted to, Mishika would already be a corpse.

It's obvious that these two are just having some fun.

However, he really wanted to see it.

God, please grant him eyes that can see through things.

After everyone left, Gin looked down at Heikichi and asked, "What are you planning to do now?"