Conan: After teaching the protagonist, they offered their loyalty.

"Press your palm print; yours is already recorded," Gin said coldly.

Fuhesh stepped forward and pressed it.

A short while later, the wine cabinet door opened, revealing a passageway large enough for one person to pass through.

Next up is the elevator.

However, it was indeed a bit crowded for three grown men inside.

Because of Fuheshel's relatively tall stature.

Gin and vodka have both become gin sauce and vodka sauce.

bite....

One minute later, the elevator doors opened.

A circular hall appears, with various high-tech devices coming into view.

The hall is extremely spacious, containing training grounds, sniper training grounds, and combat simulation grounds.

In short... it's very big.

“This place is yours now.” Gin glanced at Fukuro Jinji’s indifferent expression, walked over, sat down on the sofa, and lit a cigarette.

Seeing that Fuhei Shen's gaze was fixed on the projector above, Gin slowly explained, "That's a projector used for real-world assassinations. It can simulate any scenario. Of course, there are also traps around it that can simulate the bullets fired by the police. They are all blanks, so wearing a bulletproof vest will only cause you pain."

"Pretty good." Fuheshen'er looked at the luxurious base and couldn't help but smile.

“This is the organization’s base, you know.” Vodka took a glass of gin from the liquor cabinet, poured it into a glass, and took a sip. “But it’s nothing compared to Big Brother’s place.”

Fukuro Jin didn't seem to care. Gin had worked so hard, so what if he was feeling better?

He also favors characters like Gin.

Strive, be diligent, remain steadfast in your commitment to the organization, have unwavering will, and continuously improve yourself.

It's such a shame he's not the main character.

"Shut up, Vodka." Gin glanced coldly at Vodka, then looked at Fuhei Shen'er. "There's a sniper simulator over here, want to give it a try?"

He was somewhat curious about Cointreau's sniping skills.

Although that gentleman directly allowed the other party to enter the organization and obtain a code name.

Judging from his aura, Cointreau's fighting ability is at the T0 level.

However, the application of various firearms is another matter.

Upon hearing Gin's voice, Fukushiro glanced at the sniper simulation area.

There is a circular platform above, and a sniper rifle is placed next to it.

"Cointreau, why don't you give it a try? We're already here." Vodka was also curious about Cointreau's sniping skills.

There was also a newcomer in the organization who had a terrifying sniping ability of 900 yards.

He's just a traitor...

“Interesting.” Fuheshchen walked onto the platform.

He definitely had to give this a try, even though he had used a sniper rifle back in the world of sorcery.

However, sniper rifles are of little use against sorcerers.

After he picked up the sniper rifle, the surrounding environment began to change. The air around him started to move, the projector started to work, simulating a model of towering buildings, and then a man appeared with a red mark on his head.

"Have you ever used a sniper rifle before?" Gin asked. "If not, Vodka can teach you."

"Yes, yes, don't worry, I'm a very good teacher," Vodka quickly replied.

Opportunities to teach you are rare...

“No need.” As soon as Fuheshen’er finished speaking, a gunshot rang out, and the bullet pierced the man’s forehead. He smiled and said, “Just a toy.”

With his Lv2 soul, his five senses and perception abilities are significantly enhanced compared to ordinary people, making sniping targets incredibly easy.

Vodka's disappointed lips drooped slightly.

Gin remained silent for a moment.

Continue pressing the remote control in your hand and adjust it to level three.

Third gear...700 km/h.

Fuheshner picked up the sniper rifle, aimed, fired, and hit the target precisely.

Gin stubbed out his cigarette in the ashtray and stared intently at the score.

The opponent has already caught up with him, surpassing Chianti and Cohen.

The two snipers had a combined 600 yards, and the most outrageous thing was that they sometimes kept their guns at the same distance.

Fourth gear...790 yards.

Fuheshner hit him with a single shot.

Gin: "..."

The organization's record was broken just like that?

"Holy crap, Cointreau is amazing!" Vodka exclaimed in disbelief. "You've surpassed Big Brother's achievements, even surpassing rye whiskey."

“Rye Whiskey, who once shot 780 yards with a 5.56mm bullet.” Gin’s dark green eyes revealed a murderous intent. “But he’s an FBI rat.”

"Just a rat, we can crush it." Fuheshen'er's eyes were somewhat contemptuous.

"Heh...that's what I think too." Gin's lips curled into a cold smile, extremely satisfied with Cointreau's answer. "Although he's an FBI rat, we can't underestimate him too much."

"Come on, Gin." Voxel put down his sniper rifle. "Don't make excuses for your failures."

Gin: "......."

I want to be angry, but I have to act aloof.

Vodka glanced furtively at his older brother and found him still sitting there with a cold expression.

As expected of the eldest brother, if it were him, he would have gotten angry and retorted to that guy Fuheishener long ago.

He still has to learn!

"Activate the live-fire simulation scenario." Fuheshen jumped down from the sniper platform and stretched his arms.

"What scenario do you want to simulate?" Gin asked after calming himself down.

"Anything is fine, anything is acceptable." Fuheshen walked to the combat simulation field.

Looking around, all he saw were robots. He went up to one and tapped it on the head; it was just like a real person.

Both the scalp and neck are made of silicone...

"Didi"

As the sound began, the projector started working.

The robot started moving, and although it was a bit stiff, it became much more realistic.

The scenes changed again and again.

As the projector operated, the robot also transformed into a pedestrian.

“This game is pretty good,” said Fuheshen.

"This is a real scene," Gin coldly reminded him.

No sooner had he finished speaking than Fuheishen suddenly drew a long sword with a cold, gleaming light from his abdomen.

One of the robots gave Fuheshen a questioning look, almost like a human.

puff!

The long blade smoothly sliced ​​across the opponent's neck, and the robot's head instantly fell off, rendering it incapacitated.

The robot next to it gave a very strong response, screaming after a moment of stunned silence.

"Hahaha!" Fuheshen laughed loudly, drew his sword and charged into the crowd.

The cold glint of the blade and the surrounding blood mist clashed in an instant...

The projector also thoughtfully emitted rings of red mist.

Vodka, who was watching in the hall, swallowed hard, his eyes filled with fear. He looked at Gin, pointed to his head, and whispered, "Big brother, Cointreau, is there something wrong with him?"

After he finished speaking, Vodka realized something.

The look behind the sunglasses shifted from fear to pity.

Such a strong person, yet he has a problem with his brain.

They could have easily taken a silenced sniper rifle and found a corner to handle the situation, but instead they opted to use a knife.

Gin stared coldly with his dark green eyes, without saying a word.

Coindus's behavior is very strange. Judging from the results of previous missions and now, he is not a qualified assassin. He is more like a cold-blooded beast at the top of the food chain, wantonly killing people.

He took another cigarette out of his pocket and took a deep drag.

Cointreau has a problem, a very big problem.

At least it seems like there's something wrong with him psychologically.