Chapter 8 Chapter 8 Have you touched enough?

Feeling depressed, An You thought about his own actions. In fact, he thought that he had done nothing wrong, so why did he fail? Could it be that he was working in the wrong direction?

He couldn't figure it out, so forget it, he didn't plan to think about it anymore.

The butler appeared in the restaurant again as if out of nowhere, and whispered to ask someone to come, but this time the person he was looking for was Gin.

"Mr. Gin, the master wants you to come in and report on the progress of the work. Please follow me to the study."

Gin put away the documents in his hand and sorted them out briefly, "Got it."

The butler did not leave, but stood there waiting, as if he had to see him enter the study with his own eyes.

When Gin stood up from the chair with his long legs and was about to leave, a pair of arms stopped him again.

"Wait a moment, Mr. Gin. Before you meet the master, I need to conduct a full body examination on you. Although I know this is offensive, you know that guns and knives are not allowed in the study."

An You thought, check, what to check, do I need to check before going in? But he didn't seem to check and just let him in.

Could it be because of his identity? The NPC recognized his identity as a young master and naturally classified him as a non-threatening person, plus he really couldn't use a gun.

But Gin is different. He is a killer trained by the organization. Killers are dangerous and have no conscience. No matter how loyal they are, they can never be fully trusted.

Gin's eyes were cold and scrutinizing as he fell on the butler, as if he was pondering the truth in his words.

"Why are you bringing this up now? Boss knows I always carry a gun."

He has a pair of emerald green eyes. He works in the dark all year round, which causes his body to have low air pressure, as if he is wrapped in frost. No matter what he does, he exudes a cold aura.

He was tall and looked cruel when he looked at people coldly. No one dared to question him. Of course, that was obviously not the butler's business.

The butler still had a smile on his face, but it was a bit fake. He explained, "Mr. Gin knows this is to prevent the gun from going off accidentally. The study is full of precious books that the master likes. If your hand shakes and the gun goes off accidentally, all those books will be in trouble."

This clearly sounds like an excuse. Not to mention that top killers are the best at restraining themselves, their gun-holding posture is absolutely stable, so how could their hands shake?

I'm afraid the only thing that's unstable is the mentality of those in high positions.

Gin snorted coldly and took out a holster from his waist. There were two guns in it, an Italian Burleta pistol and a Luger P08 pistol.

The butler NPC briefly glanced at the gun on the table and said, "It would be safer to search him, Mr. Gin, what do you think?"

Body searches are actually very offensive. Putting aside the question of whether anything can be found, the question is whether the searcher has the authority to conduct the search. If the boss points it out to someone in person, it is acceptable.

However, only the butler received the order, and no one else knew anything about it.

Gin is also aloof and doesn't like to be approached. With his arrogant personality, he is absolutely unwilling to let the butler search him. Instead, he has to worry about whether the butler will die.

As expected, Gin spoke up, "Is it your turn to be searched?"

The butler raised his eyes and said, "Oh, so this assassin from the organization is planning to resist obeying the boss's orders?"

It can be seen that the trust between them is pitifully low. The butler does not trust the organization's killers, and Gin does not trust the butler very much either.

An You keenly sensed the bloody atmosphere and immediately jumped out, "Don't be angry, don't argue."

"Mr. Butler, is a body search necessary? Isn't there another way? For example, I can accompany him in. That way it will be absolutely safe. If there is an accidental discharge of the gun, I will call you immediately."

The butler choked: "...Master, do you know what you are talking about? An accidental discharge of a gun is not a problem I can solve. You need to call an ambulance."

"Okay, I get it. How about I search him? I won't show favoritism, but he really doesn't like other people getting close to him."

The butler also stood there in a daze for a moment, as if thinking about the feasibility.

The young master must be fair. After all, it concerns the life safety of the master, so he will naturally not favor a heinous killer.

only……

Anyou didn't wait for him to nod in agreement, but turned her gaze to Gin.

When he thought of the favorability value that was lower than the Great Rift Valley of East Africa and the value of Tiangang, he felt a pang of pain in his heart.

Strategy games are shit, the nosy butler is shit, and Gin is even more shit!

Everyone is shit.

But no matter how angry he was, the conflict had to be resolved, and he was the most suitable person to mediate. It was also more reasonable to let the organization's distinguished young master do the body search.

Anyou asked Gin: "What do you think?"

Without waiting for him to speak, An You took the initiative and said, "Since you're silent, it means you agree. I know you're too shy to speak up, so I'll just do it."

Gin curled the corners of his mouth. What else could he say? Anyou had already said everything.

An You raised her hands, hesitated for a while, and started with his hat, standing on tiptoe to take it off. Although she had known that the man had flowing silver hair, she couldn't help but be attracted by the fragrance when she saw it again.

The smooth touch and soft hair bring coolness and relieve the summer heat.

He finally understood why some people were obsessed with long hair. It was hard not to be fascinated by this tall and straight back, this flowing long hair and this outstanding temperament.

If you don't look at the front, it's easy to mistake this for a goddess with long flowing hair.

His fingertips slid through the long hair. He stood behind Gin and pushed the silver hair aside from his ears, but couldn't find any place to hide the weapon.

When searching the front, the pressure was even more extreme. After all, facing Gin's deathly gaze and the cold eyes of a hunter, I didn't even have the courage to look him in the eye, so I just didn't look at him for the time being.

Touching his flat but firm chest, he had strong lines all over his body, with broad shoulders and a bee waist. Although both were men, Gin was taller and more powerful. The taller he was, the stronger the sense of oppression.

I am really envious. Why don’t I have such a good figure? The muscles under my hands are also more solid, obviously not soft.

His wrists were grabbed by another pair of iron-like hands. Gin looked at them coldly and asked, "Have you touched enough?"

“Tsk.”

Anyou awkwardly pulled his hand back, but found that he couldn't do it because Gin was holding him with great force.

"Okay, the search is complete. There are no dangerous items. You can go to the study without worry. Gin, go see the boss."

Gin stared at him for a moment before turning to the butler: "Lead the way."

Gin left the restaurant to report the progress of the relevant task to the boss, but he left without taking the gun with him.

Alas, he had a bold idea.

An You ran into an unexpected person, Vodka, in the corridor outside.

He is still here. No, he is the driver. The owner of the car has not left, so he really shouldn't leave.

But he remembered an important thing, Vodka's true identity. An You waved, "Vodka, come here."

The large man in black walked up to him and tilted his head to match An You's height and asked, "Master, what's wrong?"

"Come with me, I have something to ask you."

Vodka thought it was some secret mission that needed to be assigned to him, so he kept his mouth shut and followed him: "Oh, okay."

After saying that, An You walked in front to lead the way. He had almost explored the exterior of the hot spring villa. The villa was fully equipped with nothing missing, only unexpected equipment.

Outdoor rake yard.

Vodka and Anyou stopped at the harrowing yard.

Vodka looked around, "Master, what is this?"

An You stepped on the vegetation beneath his feet. The dense green grass beneath their feet exuded a faint fragrance. His expression was unprecedentedly serious and earnest: "Vodka, I have a question for you, and you must tell the truth."

Seeing the young master's serious performance, Vodka thought that there was a big project to be given to him, and immediately took it seriously: "Okay, young master, you ask."

"Can you use Bo and Leta?" An You asked in a low voice.

"As for a gun, of course I do, but I don't use it often."

An You: "Then go to the harrowing yard and show me how to do it."

Vodka: "Yes, I can, but I don't have any."

An You pulled out a pistol from his sleeve: "I have one here."

Vodka raised his sunglasses in surprise and asked, "Where did it come from?"

An You lowered her voice and said, "Big brother lent it to me to play with."

Vodka was horrified: "Big Brother will lend it to you to play with? No way. Big Brother shouldn't be that kind..."

An You's face was full of mystery. "Of course not. Mountain people have their own clever plans. Anyway, I have Bo and Leta in my hands now. But what you said is correct. He really can't be that good. I smuggled this here."

"Well."

"Since you are a member of the organization, you should also be able to use Ber and Leta. Come and try it."

An Youxu held the butt of the gun with the safety latch not on. He didn't know how to use a gun now, so he could only stay still and ensure his own safety.

Vodka looked suspicious and looked around: "If Big Brother finds out, we'll be in trouble."

"No, he's reporting work progress to his boss right now and won't be showing up."

An You fumbled around on his own until he found a buckle and pulled it. There was a crisp click. An You observed the dark barrel of the gun and quickly called out to Vodka, "Is that so? I think I found the safety catch."

Vodka looked at the young master who was playing with the gun dangerously, with the black muzzle of the gun pointed at his face.

He nearly had a heart attack.

Vodka didn't even dare to signal him loudly. He lowered his voice to appease him: "Put down the gun first, Master. Don't point the gun at your face. It's easy to go off accidentally."

"Or give it to me."

Vodka added.

"Then let you try it." An You handed the gun over.

Vodka thought he had steady hands, so he demonstrated how to use a gun.

Now An You can only learn a little bit at a time by himself. If he really cannot get the reward of the limited-time task, at least the player has learned the skills by himself, and any skills are precious.

An You shielded her eyes from the sun with her hands, watching Vodka's training and helping count the rings.

"Eight Rings."

"Six rings."

"Six rings."

"Seven rings."

They were standing 25 meters away, so it was not easy to accurately hit the center of the cake. Accuracy was actually a test of one's hard power.

An You asked curiously, "Vodka, who's better with your gun or Gin?"

"Of course it's Big Brother who's great. He rarely makes mistakes. If he were here, these basic trainings would be easily completed."

An You: "In your eyes, Big Brother seems to be omnipotent."

Vodka: "Because Big Brother is omnipotent."

An You: "You must be his fanboy, the Gin you see and the Gin I see are not the same person."

Vodka was curious: "So what do you think of Big Brother?"

An You recalled the skyrocketing points deductions and favorability ratings, and taking advantage of the fact that the person was not around, she madly complained about the person, "Stingy, mean, and very fierce."

"Uh." Vodka didn't respond.

An You continued to complain: "He has a gloomy face all day long, like someone owes him something!"

"Vodka, do your eyes hurt? Why do you keep squeezing them? Do you need me to take you to the hospital?"

"cough."

"My throat is also uncomfortable. Oh my god, you are so pitiful. There is no future for you following Gin."

The kind-hearted An You decided to take advantage of the situation and try to steal someone else's client's knowledge. Since Gin couldn't be won over, he decided to try to win over Vodka and teach him the experience of using Bo and Leta.

"Why are you rolling your eyes at me? Is there something behind me?" An You turned around and couldn't help but scream the next second, "Ahhh."

An You slid to her knees and hugged the man's thighs: "Brother, I was wrong."