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

In Gin's view, all the members of the organization have psychological problems.

Vermouth acts strangely, like a double agent, always thinking about how to slack off.

Chianti, on the other hand, is a bit crazy...and has a rather volatile temper.

Cohen, on the other hand, was the complete opposite of Chianti; he was honest and timid.

Vodka... likes to talk nonsense, always thinking he's trying to liven things up.

Bourbon, on the other hand, liked to sabotage his own vehicles and then get the organization to reimburse him for the damages.

Rum, oh, he always finds all sorts of excuses to squeeze his own wages.

However... Gin thought for a moment, a look of disdain for a problem child flashing in his dark green pupils.

Jundu's psychological problem is quite serious.

Gin exhaled a deep puff of smoke.

I feel really tired.

He seemed to be the only normal person in the entire organization.

"Jundu, stop." Gin looked at the robot that had been cut down, his heart bleeding.

After all, the repairs were paid for by the organization. If we let him keep killing like this, what would become of us?

Fukushiro completely ignored Gin's voice, his eyes filled with contempt as he used the Soul Eater to reap the lives of the robots in the arena.

It's been so long...so long since I've felt this exhilarated.

At this moment, the police arrived, splitting into rows and firing at Fuhesh.

Fuheshchen revealed a ferocious smile and charged towards the police.

Gin: "......."

As Fuheshel brutally sliced ​​off the policemen's heads one by one, like watermelons, the simulation came to a halt.

Because the robots in the venue have been cleared out.

Under the light, the ground was covered in red liquid, and a pile of incomplete mechanical dolls lay around it.

Fuheishen stood on the mechanical doll, the red liquid on the Soul-Devouring Blade sliding down the tip of the blade. His black trench coat was spotless, his profile was cold, and his expression had calmed down.

It seemed as if the passing of life couldn't stir up any waves in his eyes...

Fuheishen walked out, took a tissue from the table next to him, wiped the Soul-Devouring Blade in his hand, and put the blade away.

“In reality, the Japanese Self-Defense Forces and armed helicopters would be deployed.” Gin’s tone turned cold, his dark green pupils fixed on Fushiguro Jinji. “Ten times dead.”

“Yeah, Cointreau, the target was just one person, why did you have to kill the others too? They were all innocent,” Vodka said innocently.

After speaking, Vodka's eyes squinted slightly, as if he could sense the menacing gaze of Vodka.

He instinctively shrank back, but then, realizing his older brother was still nearby, he hesitated, "Don't try to scare me, I'm just telling the truth, right, brother?"

“Vodka is right, you need to control yourself.” Gin nodded. “Go see a psychologist next week, Kyosuke Kazato from Beika Town Pharmacy, he’s one of ours.”

“Ha, you’re the ones who need to see a doctor.” Fuheshel glanced at the two of them. “This is just a simulation.”

It's just a game, what's wrong with letting loose a little?

Do we have to follow the rules all the time?

How is this any different from not running red lights and greeting strangers in GTA5?

Upon hearing this, Vodka felt a chill run down his spine and broke out in a cold sweat.

Oh no, is Cointreau treating his surroundings and reality as a simulation?

As my older brother just said, this is a real scene.

“Alright, this is indeed a simulation, I know.” Gin’s indifferent face was surrounded by smoke as he stubbed out his cigarette in the ashtray. “However, physical examinations and seeing a psychologist are essential benefits for members of the organization and cannot be refused; it’s a guarantee.”

Fu Heishen's lips twitched.

He felt there was a wall between him and gin and vodka.

The wall is called "I Don't Listen to What You Say, I Want to Think."

“You’re a little different from what I imagined.” Fuhesh took a cigarette out of Gin’s pocket and lit it by taking out the other person’s lighter from his own pocket.

"Heh, both of us." Gin ignored the other's behavior and continued to maintain his aloofness. "Before we came in, we both had wonderful feelings for each other, but after being honest with each other, we found... heh."

Gin gave a cold laugh and didn't continue. He picked up his phone, lowered his head, and started typing something.

As the melody of Seven Crows began to play, a research report on Cointreau was sent to that gentleman's email address.

Cointreau is incredibly powerful, ruthless, decisive, and his personality seems quite brutal—to be determined (he always likes to decapitate his enemies during missions or simulations).

The video of Fuhesh'er's killings was also attached below.

He felt it necessary to talk to that man, because if he were to carry out the mission and Fuhesh lost control, the consequences would be unimaginable.

Soon, Gin's phone rang again.

"Don't worry, I trust Jundu. He's a good kid. Just carry out his mission as usual." — That gentleman.

After receiving the message, Gin put his phone away.

The worries in my heart dissipated. Since that gentleman had confirmed it, there was no need to care too much.

Of course, the boss's concern is also necessary, and it's a done deal that the other person is going to see a psychologist!

“This base is yours now,” Gin said coldly, then pulled a document from his trench coat pocket. “This is the latest information about your mission.”

"Didn't I just finish a month-long mission a couple of days ago?" Fuheishen looked at Gin with a black line on his face.

“That was July, Cointreau.” Vodka looked at Vodka with a surprised expression. “It’s already September. No way, no way, you don’t even know the time?”

After observing the other person's expression and finding it not to be fake or an attempt to shirk work, Gin clearly realized something. His eyes held a mixture of mockery, pity, surprise, and certainty as he glanced at Fukuro Shinji and said coldly, "Don't forget to see a psychologist."

After saying that, Gin grabbed Vodka and stormed out the door.

Because the elevator was crowded, Gin took the elevator upstairs first, leaving Vodka standing aside with a forced smile.

Fuheishen: "......."

After Gin and Vodka left, Vodka picked up the documents on the table and began to read them.

The location is Moonshadow Island.

The target consists of three people who were formerly peripheral members of the organization.

Because they were determined to expand and strengthen the drug trafficking network.

This idea had been brought up to Gin more than once.

But Gin knew that the man hated this way of making money, so he warned him and asked him to work honestly and not to have any unrealistic ideas.

Although the three outwardly obeyed Gin's orders, they secretly used the organization's power to do those things.

After accumulating a certain amount of funds and buyers, they simply broke away from the organization and disappeared without a trace.

However, the organization eventually located the three men's hiding place.

Fuhesh continued looking down.

The mission was to execute the three without revealing their identities, maintaining secrecy and deterring other thugs who wanted to traffic drugs in the organization's territory.

Fukuro even placed his hand on his face, deep in thought...

This is a bit tricky. Given his style, he'll probably take care of the three of them as soon as they meet.

But... Fuheshchen slapped his forehead; he had a plan!