Chapter 26 Chapter 26 Big Brother's Punishment
Anyou's masterpiece was soon discovered by Gin. Some retributions are inevitable, but they just take time to ferment.
Once fermentation is complete, it will cause extremely tragic consequences.
That day, An You accompanied Scotland to the organization as usual, and had no idea of the danger that was about to happen.
Scotland brought him with him. Inside the holographic sniper range, Scotland held his breath and concentrated, doing basic training. When he was serious, he was calm and confident.
An You observed that whenever sniping was involved, Scotland's aura completely changed.
Compared to the usual distant warmth, he became stern and sharp, taciturn and full of coldness.
At this moment, he was dangerous, a static danger, like a hunter, always quietly lurking in the darkness, observing patiently, and delivering a fatal blow to the enemy.
Before the attack, every second in the air was filled with danger. Within the sniper line, threats abounded. There were no lucky escapes, only fatalities.
An You looked at him for a while and suddenly felt that he was so handsome, I could have sex with him.
An You: "Scotland, I want to play too."
Scotland put down his gun, looked at his eager eyes, and couldn't help but soften his heart: "Sure, but I have to adjust it to a closer range first."
Scotland: "300 yards, try your hand first."
An You: "I'm here."
He was about to take Scotland's gun with one hand, but Scotland reminded him, "You can't lift it with one hand now, try holding it with two hands first."
An You changed his hands again, holding the gun with both hands, but he didn't expect it to sink so much that he almost fell, and his arms fell down with him.
"Oh my god, it's so heavy."
No, you can’t complain about it being too heavy. A real man has the courage to face difficulties.
Scotland can hold a sniper with one hand, so he can't be unable to do it with both hands. That would be too weak. There has to be a limit to embarrassment.
An You straightened his posture, imitating Scotland's previous actions, holding the gun barrel with one hand and the base of the gun with the other, and put his eyes close to the sniper scope.
The sight immediately revealed the enemy's figure, the distance was infinitely shortened, and all the opponent's movements could be seen through the lens.
However, after setting up the sniper, you cannot move. Once you move, the sniper line that you have aimed with great difficulty will be messed up again.
Therefore, sniping has become complicated. If you want to succeed at once, speed, fierceness and accuracy are all essential.
Scotland: "See the assassination target? Aim for his head."
With a biu sound, An You sniped, and the bullets flew, indicating that the sniper had hit the table next door.
Obviously, it's empty.
An You's expression was stunned. How could this be possible? He had so many years of experience in PUBG and had played so many rounds of shooting games!
Scotland: "Have you ever used a sniper rifle before?"
An You: "Yeah, I've used it before. I carry an AWM in the game and it's dead accurate. It's a perfect headshot. What's wrong?"
Scotland was silent for a rare moment.
It took him a long time to find his voice again. "Gaming is different from real sniping. You have to predict movement and wind direction, aim at the enemy's head in an instant, and pull the trigger before the gun deflects."
An You coughed twice, her face flushed, and she felt terribly immature.
Newbies are most afraid of being compared with big guys. Once compared, they will find themselves full of loopholes.
Scotland noticed his awkward look and said, "Take your time. You can do it too."
An You: "By the way, what sniper rifle did you use last time?"
Scotland: "[The] rifle has rifling in the barrel, but it's not the standard version, like a military rifle. The rifle has sniper capabilities, sacrificing rate of fire and portability in favor of accuracy and effective range."
An You: "I don't understand. It sounds so complicated."
Scotland: "This is normal. You don't come into contact with it often, and the only way you know about it is through games. Now there is a chance, and you can try it little by little."
An You: "Will being a sniper make me more handsome?"
Scotland: “Huh?”
An You: "I've discovered that sniper rifles are much cooler than pistols. They're long-range and can kill people with one shot. I've decided I want to learn sniping."
An You's eyes sparkled, revealing a desire to show off: "Can you teach me? I want to learn."
Scotland ruffled his hair. "Learning sniping is no easy task. You have to train day after day. If you slack off, you might expose yourself during a mission."
An You: "No problem, I won't let up."
Scotland: "My skills are limited, but I can still help you get started."
As he spoke, an arm came up from behind, completely wrapping him up in a tight hug from behind.
It is as soft as a pillow on the clouds and will melt if you are not careful.
An You just realized that the posture was a bit ambiguous.
I heard Scotland's voice beside my ear: "Don't be distracted, I'll lead you to try it again."
It turned out that he was teaching him sniping. An You apologized for his misunderstanding and said, "I understand."
There was a shallow breath behind her ear, which made her ear numb. An You felt uncomfortable and couldn't help but shrink back.
He stepped back and fell into a deeper embrace.
Behind her was a protective chest. An You felt tortured. Her mind was reminded that this was strange, and her body sank and fell honestly.
He suspected he was suffering from schizophrenia.
Scotland held the back of his hand, his broad palm covering and enveloping him.
An You began to be distracted again. As the hug continued, her limbs and joints became numb, but her senses became dull.
In the end, all I heard was, "Remember? The technique of holding a gun."
An You nodded repeatedly. "Yeah." It would be strange if she remembered.
Actually, I only remember one thing: Scotland's chest is very soft. Is it really because of the large pectoral muscles?
No, no, why should he think about these things? He has become abnormal!
Could it be that I am actually the pervert?
Scotland let go, officially ending the tutorial.
In the empty room, only Scotland was training attentively, and An You came back to his senses from his trance.
What am I doing? It's just an ordinary tutorial, but I have so many wild thoughts.
Scotland was just teaching. Bumps and scrapes were inevitable, but should we alienate each other over them? We shouldn't wrongly accuse good people, he thought happily.
An You came down from the platform and sat aside, waiting for the training to end. Suddenly, a figure emerged from the reflection of the ground, wearing a black top hat and a black suit jacket.
When he turned around, he saw Vodka waving at him.
An You left quietly and walked to the corridor, "What's wrong, Vodka."
Vodka lowered his voice: "Brother said that a gift has arrived and is waiting for you to open it."
"Gift!"
An You was ecstatic. Her elder brother came back from out of town and brought her a gift. She had complained to him countless times before about not taking her on missions.
I didn't expect that the first thing the eldest brother did when he returned was to bring him a gift. How could a person be so sincere? I really wronged him.
"Where?"
"It's in the archives."
An You felt a strange feeling in her heart, wondering why they had to meet in the archives room, but it was soon washed away by the gift.
"Wait a minute, I'll go get Scotland."
Vodka stopped him and said, "Don't say anything. Big brother said that this gift is very mysterious and only you can go."
An You pointed at herself and said, "It's very mysterious. Can I go alone?"
Vodka smirked, "Because it's extremely precious. It's not suitable for outsiders to see."
An You: "Okay."
Scotland, leave it here for a bit while he goes out to open a package. I'll be back soon.
Little do they know that this wave is like a sheep walking into a tiger's mouth.
The door to the archives room was closed. An You knocked on the door, but there was no response. Vodka gestured to him, "Why don't you just go in? Big Brother said you can see him yourself anyway."
An You pushed the door open and walked in. Behind the computer desk, sat a dark figure.
Tall and straight, with a slender figure, wearing a black top hat and with silver hair like a waterfall, he recognized this familiar figure at once as his eldest brother.
However, the eldest brother ignored him. An You slapped the table and leaned over, "Brother, you're back. Did the mission outside go well?"
The person on the chair was still aloof. He had been facing away from her since he entered the room, and An You didn't notice any other details.
For example, the door of the archive room was quietly closed, the answer sheet on the table disappeared, and my brother's hands were always lowered, as if he was looking at something.
However, An You didn't notice. The only thing on his mind was the gift.
I searched everywhere, even under the cupboard, but couldn't find it. I then looked under the curtains, but there was no sign of it either. Finally, I found the hem of my eldest brother's coat.
"Where is the gift? Where is the gift? The gift is in the hem of big brother's skirt~"
In this situation, let’s sing a song to celebrate.
An You squatted on the ground and moved forward little by little. She was interested in the mysterious gift. This curiosity far outweighed her fear, and she completely forgot that her elder brother was a cold person.
He had been pointed at with guns so many times before, but he still had no memory of it. The scar had healed and he had forgotten the pain. This is exactly what I mean by him.
Following the heavy hem, he lifted up the coat and said, "Haha, the gift must be here."
"Hmm, why is it empty? Where is it hidden?"
If it wasn't inside the windbreaker, could it be under the table? Unfortunately, a pair of legs blocked his view and he couldn't see inside. He had to forcefully pull open the black trouser legs and could only see a small gap.
The thing in front of him was a strong set of legs. The eldest brother had a tall and slender figure, and even the muscle lines were very obvious, but wrapped in black suit pants, this body size was almost twice his.
He tried to push his thighs apart, but found his strength was minimal. The person sitting on the chair didn't intend to move, so he didn't even raise his head. "Could you please move your noble buttocks a little so I can see behind the chair?"
The cold gaze above his head was strong, as chilling as the atmosphere of the base.
Then he remembered where he had crawled to, next to his elder brother's legs.
Not only that, he also remembered what he had done and lifted up Gin's windbreaker.
Every action is a grave sin, too numerous to list.
He had a bad premonition and slowly raised his head, only to meet a pair of cold eyes, as if it were a cold night with wind and snow, and he shivered with coldness.
An You lay on the ground, raised her head and smiled at him, showing her perfect eight teeth. "What a coincidence, big brother, are you thinking? I won't disturb you. I'll go find the gift myself."
He pressed his palms against the ground, knelt on one knee, and tried to get up by supporting himself on the ground. But before he could get up, his neck was grabbed.
Iron is generally hot and scalding.
The hand that seemed to be restraining him was pinching the back of his neck.
This is his lifeline. Anyou keenly sensed the danger and before Gin could speak, he wailed all the way, "Ahhhhh, someone's dead."
In fact, it hasn't reached this point yet, but he feels that it should be reaching this point.
Especially now, Gin's mouth was grinning with an evil smile.
The eyes beneath the long silver hair seemed to be tempered with coldness. Gin was probably extremely furious right now.
"Why are you shouting? Please come and appreciate your masterpiece together."
Gin sneered, grabbed the back of his neck, grabbed him and dragged him up.
An You, who was originally half-squatting, was eager to escape, and her feet were unstable, and she fell directly into the gap between his thighs.
It felt like falling into a trap, or like stepping into a cage full of wild animals, and my back felt a little cold.
An You was shocked. She supported herself on his thighs, ready to withdraw and escape from here at the speed of light, but was held even more tightly.
A piece of white wrinkled paper, sandwiched between black gloves, looked very fragile.
The hand holding the paper was extremely strong, as if it was going to throw the paper at his face and poke it into his eye socket.
However, the imagined brutal incident did not happen.
Gin bent over, placed the report in front of him, and read it word by word. "Tell me again, what is the culture of the organization? Gin earns money and the young master spends it, huh?"
An You said nothing, as if she was frightened, but the system was actually down.
He thought Gin would be upset behind his back, but he didn't expect him to be arrested and charged directly.
Gin read the next paragraph, "After discovering the undercover identity, you chose to walk hand in hand with the undercover. Do you know what you are saying? You want to betray the organization. Are you really not afraid that I will kill you?"
His expression was cold and hard, and he asked this question with gritted teeth, his face becoming even more gloomy and cruel.
There was a hint of anger in the question.
An You twisted her body and said, "It's just a joke, I wrote it for fun."
Gin stared at him intently, then suddenly sneered. His sneer was mixed with anger and a destructive mind. Hearing Anyou's sophistry, he said in a deep voice, "Are you thinking of fooling me by joking?"
An You saw that his expression had eased a little, and looked up at him: "Hehe."
Gin: "You can still laugh?"
An You is not laughing.
Obviously, it was okay to smile, but the timing was wrong. He shouldn't smile, but he didn't know what the other person was thinking, so he didn't know whether to smile or not.
Anyway, he was the only one who committed heinous crimes, and every word he said and every action he took was not to Gin's liking.
Gin shook the answer sheet with a cold expression, as if the invigilator was grading the papers and got an embarrassed look when he got a weird paper.
Seeing his ugly expression, An You pretended to be obedient the whole time, as if he had not done those things and for the sake of his own life, he should not add fuel to the fire of the other party.
His eyes fell on the back of the answer sheet, but he couldn't remember what was written on it. After all, he didn't take notes on the questionnaire.
An You tried to recall, but couldn't. Her mind was completely blank. There shouldn't be anything else, as she hadn't caused any trouble.
Besides, it’s not a big deal if I just answered the test incorrectly.
An organization cannot be composed entirely of top students. It also needs one or two poor students to neutralize the atmosphere.
Just like a jar of rice, it cannot be all good. One or two more mice will suit their temperament. So let him be the mouse that disrupts things.
Before he could finish sentencing himself, he heard his eldest brother's deep voice.
His voice was cold and his pronunciation was elegant, but it always carried a strong murderous aura.
Just like his own temperament, it is like a fine steel needle, exuding an unapproachable cold steel temperament and full of ruthlessness.
Gin snorted coldly: "My elder brother Gin sacrificed his life to help me betray the organization, you really want me to be your scapegoat?"
As Gin spoke, he lowered his head, his long silver hair falling, and his sinister eyes cast down.
The usually cold eyes were filled with anger, turning into gunpowder, and tiny flames seemed to want to burn An You to ashes.
An You shrank her head, and seeing that he was still furious, she began to act pitiful. Although she didn't know if it would work, since things had come to this point, she could only give it a try.
Otherwise, he would have to be strangled by the neck all the time, as if he could be strangled to death if he was not satisfied. His life was at stake.
"I know I was wrong, and I'll change next time."
Gin: "Do you want to have another chance?"
"There won't be a next time, so I'll change it this time."
He lowered his face, a smile playing on his lips.
He did nothing wrong. How could he be wrong? Even if the king came, he would still be right.
Starting today, he is the evil silver gradient.
Seeing that he had given in, Gin's anger subsided a lot, but he still pressed down on his neck, his palm as hard as an iron.
An You felt like a lamb tied with chains, but the chains were Gin's hands, squeezing his freedom.
As expected, no matter where they are, the weak are always bullied.
Oh, in ancient times, there was the humiliation suffered by Han Xin, and today, there is the humiliation suffered by An You. This is intolerable.
If possible, he would be willing to abandon his face and conscience in his next life, just to be a mad dog and bite Gin's hand.
Gin: "What's wrong?"
"Wrong, uh..." An You was stuck, but quickly remembered that there was a standard answer.
"All the wrong questions are listed above, the ones you just looked at."
An You came forward, pressed down the paper and pointed it out to him.
Then, I accidentally saw the little turtle I had drawn, with some small words on it.
—Gin Turtle is not a boudoir.
"Poof." I couldn't help it for a moment.
It started as a low chuckle, then turned into a loud laugh, "Hahahahaha Gin Turtle is not a boudoir."
The more wildly An You laughed, the frostier Gin's face became, because An You not only seemed to have no intention of admitting her mistakes, but was also becoming increasingly arrogant.
He almost fainted from laughing, and Gin grabbed his neck again, crushing his palm over the back of his neck with enough strength to break his neck at any time, and carried him.
There was a sharp pain in the back of her neck, and she felt like her neck was about to be broken. An You was overwhelmed by a sense of crisis.
The laughter immediately turned into screams, "Help, help! It hurts, it hurts, I'm dying, hahaha."
Gin grinned.
It's time to discipline him. This kid is too free. He feels like he can quit his job tomorrow.
With a loud bang, the door of the archive room was kicked open.
An You was startled by the huge noise. She thought there was an explosion somewhere. However, the source of the sound was very close. After listening carefully, she found that only the door was damaged.
An You twisted her neck, moved closer to the gap in the table, and looked over carefully.
Scotland stood in the doorway, his face grim.
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