hunt game

New York, USA is destined to be full of bloody smell tonight. In the back alley of a certain bar, Gin holds a smoking hand|gun and points at a Russian man. The Russian man leans against the wall, covering the wound on his chest, warm The liquid flowed out from between his fingers, his vision was blurred due to excessive blood loss, his consciousness gradually lost, and he finally fell to the ground with a plop.

Vodka heard the sound of a police car coming from a distance, so he reminded: "Brother, the police are coming soon."

"This person is not the target." Gin threw the pist|gun into Vodka's arms, and urged before pushing the door into the bar, "Come and pick me up by car."

Vodka was at a loss, this thick Russian guy is not the boss, is that short guy with a pretty face?How did the eldest brother see through the identities of the two?

"Ah, let me tell you, Gin will appear here." Vermouth fiddled with his curly hair with one hand, and a wicked smile appeared on the corner of his mouth.

"What is Gin doing here?" Vaughan was lying on the stage wearing a pair of huge sunglasses, hiding his whole face behind the unfolded entertainment magazine.

"There is a traitor in the organization. He is a Russian intelligence spy. After his identity was exposed, he hid in the territory of the Russian mafia. According to the reliable information bar, a small leader of the Russian mafia knew the traitor. He will be here tonight. Gin is here to handle the makeup party." Vermouth took a sip of the red wine leisurely, and the two of them talked in pure American English, which was a bit awkward in the bar opened by the Russian.

Vaughan lifted up a corner of the magazine, revealing half of his face, silently making lips: "The Russian government?"

"Who knows? It's not my job." Vermouth did hear some news, but it wasn't something that could be passed on to someone with a weak mouth.

"..." Vaughn showed a resentful look in his eyes, "Vermouth, aren't you that gentleman's woman!"

"With your relationship with Robert, didn't Robert tell you about Gin? Oh, yes, Robert specifically told me to take you back earlier, saying that you would like his 'suggestion'." Vermouth didn't like Vaughn's If you say something, you will retaliate immediately, and a pun will come easily.

"That bastard..." Vaughn remembered the part that made him want to die, and gritted his teeth in hatred. Let him sleep on the floor tonight!

"Robert is much cuter than Gin, why bother to fall in love with a single flower?" Vermouth sighed silently, Gin's ability to play tricks has become stronger and stronger, and the ones he provokes are all troublesome bodies. She still held grudges about the slap in the face, but she couldn't retaliate, because the countess had been thrown into the Pacific Ocean by Vodka to feed the sharks.

"Again, I don't like Gin!" Vaughan almost slapped the table and got up, why did everyone think he liked that big bastard who was even more jerk than Robert!

"So you stalked Gin, installed cameras in his room, even the toilet, and even dressed up as a prostitute to lie on Gin's bed, not to let Gin 'lucky' you?" Vermouth said, "Don't tease me." ' expression, listing Vaughn's perverted behavior one by one.

Vaughan said frankly: "I observed Gin to understand his weaknesses, and then I looked for gaps to kill him."

Vermouth hooked his lips, and the smile on his face was like a dangerous and seductive poppy: "Gin's weakness? Love to kill? Wear the same clothes all year round? Never picky eaters? You also tasted the darkness of Vodka when you were camping in Germany last time." Let's cook, it's simply unbearable."

"..." This time, Vaughn put on the expression of 'Don't play with me'. Can these be called weaknesses?Should he use dark cooking to solve Gin?

"Gin's defense is impeccable, he will not easily expose his weaknesses." Vermouth showed a complicated smile on his face, "What you want to do is not to discover weaknesses, but to create them."

"It's an interesting conclusion. If this is the case, do you want to help me?" Vaughn leaned back in the chair, put one hand under the table, the expression on his face changed subtly, although he still looked carefree, with a frown But there was a hostility.

"I don't join men's wars." Vermouth brushed his blond hair, raised the cup in his hand to Vaughn with a smile.

"Vermouth, you have to choose a side, because this is war, and Gin is a worthy opponent, isn't it?" There was a cold smile in the corner of Vaughn's mouth, Vermouth's unpredictable character and his weird way of acting Her position and position make her a worthy opponent.

"It seems that we can see a good show... I hope our deal will not get bullets." Vermouth joked, everyone in this world has a mask on their face, covering their true temperament and heart desires, hidden secrets that cannot be revealed to others, etc. Vaughan is more dangerous than others because he has no scruples. It is actually quite scary to kill people with a harmless face. She believes that Gin also hates Vaughn. a little.

While the two were talking, Gin had already come out of the staff passage, and at the same time there was the sound of a police car outside the bar, and a large wave of policemen was about to break in.

Gin glanced out the window, took off his coat while walking, casually hung it on the back of a man's chair, took the man's clothes and masquerade mask away, and went around to the high chair on the other side of the bar Sit down and ask the bartender for a glass of vodka.

"It looks like we're going to be stuck here for a while." Vermouth took out a cigarette and lit it. The efficiency of the police is closely related to their poor wages.

"You mean to take a statement with the police? I have something more interesting..." Vaughan put his middle finger in front of his lips, picked up the vampire mask on the table, got up and left his seat.

Because of the police intervention, the unsuspecting customers panicked, and Vaughan took the opportunity to sneak up to the bartender and spill a little powder into Gin's glass of vodka when no one else was looking.

The powder was sprinkled into the wine and melted quickly, leaving no trace.

Vaughan returned to his seat and smiled triumphantly at Vermouth.

"Gin has the nose of a hound, you can't fool him." Vermouth took a deep breath of the cigarette, then exhaled it slowly, and said in a cold voice.

"He will drink it." Vaughan replied confidently, "This is a new drug developed by Robert's pharmaceutical company. It will not change the color and taste of the wine when it is dissolved in the wine. It is difficult for even experienced doctors to identify it. .”

"Is Gin an ordinary person?" Vermouth originally planned to laugh at Vaughan, but stopped when he saw the boy sitting next to Gin.

Isn't that CoolGuy Yukiko's son?Why haven't you left New York yet?

Vermouth faintly felt that his wound was starting to hurt again, wasn't it already numb from the pain?Everything that happened on the gray and rainy day a few days ago is vivid in her mind, and an angel really came to her, a human being who is completely different from the world she lives in.Since this young man is here, that angel should not be far away either.

Vermouth looked around the bar, and sure enough, he saw the angel at the booth by the window.

The angel was staring at the boy nervously at this time, and placed his hands on the table, as if he was afraid that the boy would have an accident.

The boy reached out to stop Gin's hand from raising the glass, and said something in a low voice, and Vermouth could tell from his mouth that the content should be "don't drink, there is something wrong with the wine".

"Who is that brat?" Seeing that the plan was interrupted by a strange boy, Vaughan became angry.

"Maybe it's some ignorant detective kid. It seems that your hands and feet have been discovered." Vermouth frowned in disgust, "You want to do it under the nose of the police? You'd better have a way to eliminate the smoke reaction, otherwise Robert Will gladly visit you in prison."

"Don't even think about it!" Vaughn put away the pistol with the silencer under the table. He would rather lose his life than freedom. What's more, the Robert family runs a prison in New York. Wouldn't it be a harmony movement every night? Cheap Robert that bastard.

Just when Vaughn was about to kill the teenager, another person had the same idea.

Gin held the pistol in his pocket and pointed the muzzle in the boy's direction.

"I saw someone sprinkle powder in your wine just now." Juvenile saw the man wearing a devil mask looking at him vigilantly, as if he didn't believe what he said, so he explained.

"Why did you save me?" Gin sneered, he didn't really want to know the reason when he asked this sentence, it was purely because the police came, he had too much boring time and was looking for something to pass the time.

"Does this need a reason? There may be a motive for a murder, but saving people is not considered so much at all. As long as it is a life, it is worth saving, even if the person is a murderer." The gesture of putting his left hand under the table doesn't look very friendly.However, the material of the suit the man was wearing was not good, and it obviously didn't fit well. The sleeves were a few centimeters shorter, and he looked more like a company employee than a mafia member.

"Murderers will never stop. The number of victims is constantly increasing. The world has changed. If you want to join the game, grow up first." Gin slowly broke into a cold smile. Some dark woman.

The boy was stunned for a while, got up and left his seat, and murmured, "At least one number will be missing today."

"Too naive." Gin stared at the boy's fearless face, and drank the vodka in one gulp.

The young man tried to intercept him again but was a step too late, but the man seemed to be fine after drinking the wine in question. Could it be that the man hadn't poisoned him just now?

At this time, the commotion in another place rescued the embarrassed two, and the police rushed to one place, as if they had arrested a certain man.

The boy trotted over and observed the development of the situation. It turned out that there was a gun fight in the bar. All the mafia members in the bar staff room were killed, and the police found a piece of clothing on the chair behind a middle-aged man. Bloody windbreaker and guns.

The middle-aged man tried his best to justify his innocence, the dress was not his at all.

The boy seemed to be in deep thought, and turned his head to look at Gin for a while.

There was a murderous look in Gin's eyes, the boy was smarter than he expected, so he could only suffer from the future.

"What did that boy discover? Gin is in trouble." Vermouth turned to look at Vaughn, and suggested maliciously, "You avoid the police and turn off the power to the bar, and I will cover Gin to leave."

"Why?" Vaughn hasn't seen enough drama yet, besides, it would be fun for Gin to be chased by the police.

"I choose to help you, not because your safety catch is not closed, but because you talk too much nonsense." Vermouth pressed the cigarette on the table and extinguished it, and picked up Vaughn's collar in disgust and lifted him from the seat He picked it up and kicked him towards the back door of the bar.

"Wait while you're wandering, Vaughn will create a back door for you." Vermouth walked to Gin's side, and helped Gin straighten his collar in an intimate manner.

Gin said disdainfully, "Mind your own business."

"People came to rescue you as soon as they heard that you were in danger. It's sad that you are so indifferent..." Vermouth put his arms around Gin's hand, and the two walked towards the front entrance of the bar like a couple.

The teenager's reasoning was at its climax. He pointed out the location of the suspicious man to the police, but the bar had a power outage at this time. After the power was restored, where were the blond men and blond women?

Vodka came to pick up Gin in a classic Porsche, but Vermouth didn't follow the car. She had been tasked with wandering around New York with Vaughn since her last injury.

Vodka looked at the elder brother in the rearview mirror, and said cautiously: "Brother, do you want to send someone to kill that brat?"

"Not for the time being... That boy is guarded by angels." Gin's long pale golden hair was draped behind him, bangs and the brim of his hat covered half of his face, and he was looking sideways at the passing scenery outside the car window. Exudes a strong and indifferent atmosphere.

"Angel?" Vodka asked in surprise, since when did the elder brother believe in this?

The car engine made a soft roar, and there was a clear "ding" in the quiet compartment. Gin lit the lighter, looked at the orange flame between his fingers, and remembered a long time ago, which he thought he had already forgotten memory.

——Don’t shoot, if you dare to shoot my sister, the potassium cyanide|potassium in the syringe will stop your heart from beating and you will die immediately.

Angels and demons are completely different, the black rose that grows in the dark is rotten from the root, and the little devil is as bright as the sun, but they have one thing in common—burning their lives with the same hot flame .

Gin thought about the boy's appearance for a while, but completely forgot, Sherry's charming body quietly appeared in front of his eyes, it was really a lingering nightmare!

Gin turned off the shower head, stepped out of the bathtub naked, and wiped his body with a towel.

Gin's body was printed upside down on the glass stereoscopic mirror. Gin wiped his body with a bath towel in front of the mirror. Suddenly, he narrowed his eyes, picked up the suit of a strange man he "borrowed", opened the collar slightly, and found a surveillance camera. device.

Gin smiled evilly and crushed the monitor, and the other end of the signal receiver yanked off the earphones that were making abnormal noises.

Vermouth said helplessly to himself, "Hey, I was discovered."

Immediately afterwards, Vaughn rushed to Vermouth's apartment, and Vermouth gave Vaughn several photos.

"You should start a new journey." Vermouth didn't want to play stalking games with the children anymore, and one of the reasons why she helped Vaughn was to drive him away.

Vaughan also knew that he should run away, but he still teased: "The task your boss gave you is to accompany me. Are you going to violate the order?"

"No, the BOSS thinks Gin's life is too boring, and occasionally needs a little novelty...Gin's performance is too perfect." Vermouth shook her index finger, the real task the BOSS gave her was not so simple.

"Is perfection a sin?" What Vaughan pursued was Gin's perfection, and he wanted to destroy it because it was too perfect.

Vermouth solemnly stated: "It is very difficult to control a person without weaknesses. Such people are often abandoned by those in power in the end. Gin is wise, observant, decisive in decision-making, ruthless, proficient in detection, fighting, shooting, The skills of driving and lurking completely meet the requirements of the boss, but they are also admired and feared at the same time, fearing that one day the most admired subordinate will swallow up that throne."

"Gin is absolutely loyal to the organization." Vaughn suddenly felt that Gin's life was too miserable, with such a perverted BOSS.

"Gin is loyal to the organization, not that gentleman. And Gin has the ability to step on tens of thousands of bones and take away his dark throne, so Gin deliberately shows weakness in front of that gentleman. Regardless No matter how absurd the task is, he followed the order regardless of the reason, and even showed his anger, what a cunning man..." Vermouth said with emotion, Gin found the camera early in the morning, but ignored it, just to show that he was also negligent careless time.

It's just Gin, I'm afraid that no matter what, the end of going against that gentleman will only be death.

Vermouth turned on the silent phone and looked at the video inside. The corners of his lips curled up strangely. Let's talk about such a long time later. The most urgent thing now is to send this scapegoat out of New York.