Chapter 31: First Encounter with the Black Organization (Revised)

◎The Black Organization found clues about the heroine◎

Outside a factory building at the port, a couple was showing their affection. In a corner not far away, a gecko was lying, peeping at everything.

Rather than being shocked, An Jiaxi was more focused on gossip. He was grabbing the iron sheet of the factory building with his hands, pressing his entire face against it, looking outside with his eyes like a thief, looking like a paparazzi. The only thing he lacked was a camera to record everything.

After a while, the two of them left, and they didn't seem to notice Muan Jiaxi who was peeping at them in the corner. When they left, Amuro Toru still put his arm around her shoulders intimately and walked out.

Seeing this scene, Muan Jiaxi was even more certain that this woman was his match. At this moment, she seemed to have discovered a shocking secret. In the original anime, Amuro Toru did not have a girlfriend, but here he did.

Could it be that her appearance caused the world to become distorted and different from before, or could it be that it already existed and 73 just didn't draw it.

The more she thought about it, the more she felt that her guess made sense. Finally, in order to confirm this result, she used her special abilities to investigate. However, no matter how much information she looked through, she did not find any information about Toru Amuro having a girlfriend. And because of her intervention, she could not find any information about this period of time.

She couldn't help but wonder if it had always existed but was just hidden, or if the world had changed just because of her.

Thinking about it this way, I feel that this might really be the reason. Mu An Jia Xi no longer dwelled on this issue. He had read the gossip, eaten the melon, and earned money. It was time to go home.

When Mu An Jiaxi turned around and was about to leave with his suitcase, he looked back and saw that the suitcase was empty. There was no suitcase behind him. Two words popped up in his mind instantly: Where is the money?

Then he kept spinning in circles, searching, "Where is my big coin! It's grown wings and flew away!"

No matter how hard she looked, there was no trace of the rectangular object. Mu An Jiaxi rubbed her hair in frustration and couldn't help cursing, "You bastard, you stole my money!"

Mu'an Jiaxi never thought that he came here to watch the fun, but the money he earned from watching the fun was stolen. This fun was really worth millions, several million. Mu'an Jiaxi suddenly felt a pang of pain in his heart.

I worked so hard for so long, and it was all in vain. Such a big sum of money, it was all gone!

Mu Anjiaxi squatted on the ground dejectedly, looking listless and useless. He was immersed in the pain of losing his money and couldn't extricate himself.

Ten minutes later, she stood up calmly and left the scene, her face surprisingly calm, without any unnecessary expression.

After she left, a man came out from behind the factory, bent down to pick up something, and then turned and left.

The other side at this time

From a factory in the far corner, the sound of voices emanated softly. The camera panned inside, revealing a building surrounded by piles of discarded goods. A white chandelier hung overhead, illuminating the central area. Several people stood in the corners of the bright light, conversing.

At this moment, the factory door was pushed open from outside. A young man peeked inside, then walked in and asked with a smile, "Am I not late?"

The others ignored him and turned around to do their own things. The only one who responded was Chianti, "You are blind and you didn't see it. You are the last one to arrive."

The man was timid and kept bowing to apologize, "I'm so sorry, I was delayed by something just now, sorry."

Chianti walked away in disgust. "I really don't know what the big boss was thinking. Why did he bring you up here? You're timid and incompetent. You even hinder the mission. You're completely useless. It would be a waste of bullets to just shoot you."

In response to Chianti's words, the other people, including Gin who was standing nearby, did not stop him or say anything. They just looked at the two of them quietly.

"Hey, whose box is that at the door? I brought it in." At this time, another voice came from the door, asking curiously.

Everyone looked over at the sound. No one else seemed to be showing any unusual signs, except for the man who had just spoken. He opened his mouth to say something, but Amuro Toru had already walked in with a suitcase. Gin saw him and asked, "What's in it?"

Amuro Toru directly pushed it over, "It's not mine, how would I know."

Vodka, who was standing next to Gin, took the suitcase and laid it flat on the ground. Amuro Toru continued, "I just saw that this suitcase was too conspicuous outside, so I brought it in. Who of you put such a big thing at the door?"

Vodka was about to open the suitcase when a voice stopped him. "Wait a minute, this is my suitcase. Sorry, it's mine."

Everyone looked over and saw that the person who spoke was the man who had just been despised by Chianti. His wine was called Macallan, and it was a piece of trash that seemed to have no use at all. However, due to various reasons, the big boss personally gave the wine this name, and he rose to prominence and was quickly admitted into the organization. As soon as he came in, he was arranged to be next to Gin.

He walked forward in a panic and tried to take the suitcase, but was pushed away by Vodka. McLaren opened his mouth to say something.

Gin said, "Open it and see what's inside."

McAllen didn't know where he got the courage from, but he just put his hand on the box. "There are only guns in there, nothing else, nothing to see."

His action was enough to show everyone that there was something fishy going on. Gin was too lazy to talk nonsense with him and directly pulled out a gun and pointed it at his head. "I have no patience. Do you want to fire it or not?"

Macallan was frightened and shuddered, then slowly let go of the suitcase. Seeing this, Vodka stepped forward and pushed him away, and directly unzipped the suitcase. When he opened it, he saw a box full of money. Even the gaps in the corners were stuffed full. Judging from the thickness, there were millions of dollars.

Vodka took out a stack of money and handed it to Gin. Gin took it and took a look at it, then asked in a cold voice, "Where did this money come from?"

Amuro Toru also squatted in front of the box, looking at the money inside the box, and casually took out a wad of money and flipped through it. "The money is all real, not □□."

McAllen hesitated, looking strange, "This, this is what I brought back."

Gin frowned on the spot, "I stole it."

"Just now, there was someone doing a deal under the bridge, and I happened to run into them. Seeing all that money, I became interested, but she was very wary, so I couldn't make a move. I was about to give up, but when I came here, I saw her spying on something. The box was behind her, but she didn't notice it, so I took it back while she wasn't paying attention."

Gin didn't care whether he stole it or not, he only focused on one question in his question, "Who is trading there?"

"I'm not sure either. I have an impression of one of the men; he seemed to be the CEO of a company. The other one was wrapped so tightly that I couldn't even see her face. But she looked very thin and slender, so she looked a bit like a woman."

At this time, Amuro Toru interrupted and asked, "Did you see what they were trading?"

McAllen shook his head. "No, I just saw the man take something out of his pocket and hand it to the other man. I didn't see what it was."

Gin remained silent for a long time, standing there alone, lost in thought, his entire body motionless, as if in a daze. Then, after counting the money, Vodka whispered something in his ear. Gin's lips curled slightly, and he sneered, "Very good."

McCarron, who was standing by, couldn't help himself anymore. He stood up, approached the suitcase, and asked carefully, "My money!"

Hearing this, Gin looked at him and threw the wad of money in his hand into the suitcase, "Let's divide it."

"Ah." McAllen wanted to keep the money for himself and didn't want to share it with anyone else, otherwise he wouldn't have gone to so much trouble.

Gin just looked at him expressionlessly, "Why, do you have any objections?"

"No, no problem."

Vodka dragged the suitcase to the middle to make it easier for everyone to take it. Then he helped himself and Gin take almost half of it. Chianti came over and took almost a dozen without hesitation. Kil, who had been silent, and Amuro Toru, who was standing aside, also came forward and took about a dozen. Finally, they kindly left some in the suitcase for Macallan.

In an instant, all the money was divided up, leaving only an empty suitcase.

Suddenly, Gin's phone rang. He didn't know what was said on the other end. He didn't say anything. After a few seconds, he hung up the phone, looked at them, and said, "Let's go to the Rice Flower Restaurant tonight."

Amuro Toru asked, "Is there a mission?"

"Attend a cocktail party."

Kiel asked doubtfully, "Why did you ask us to attend the cocktail party? This shouldn't be the case."

"Just go when I tell you to. Just do as I tell you." Gin said impatiently.

No matter how many doubts everyone had, they kept them all to themselves and didn't ask any more questions.

After Gin and the others left, a voice suddenly rang out from the empty factory, "The plan was successful."

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