Zhu Fu Kongliang is very unhappy now. He also knows clearly that when he is not calm, he is likely to say things that he shouldn’t say and do things that he shouldn’t do.

But the words had already been spoken, and Zhufu Kongliang didn't even take his cell phone. He just left Zhufu Jingguang in his apartment and slammed the door and walked out.

There are many ways for humans to vent their emotions. Zhu Fu Kong Liang subconsciously thought of a nearby base of the organization. It was not too close to his apartment, but it was the nearest place where Zhu Fu Kong Liang could vent his emotions.

Since he revealed his identity to the Red Face, he no longer had to hide his red motorcycle. The motorcycle was moving very fast, and the cold wind at night was piercing on Zhu Fukongliang's face. At this time, he remembered that he didn't wear a coat when he went out.

In any case, it's all Jingguang's fault! Zhufu Kongliang became even angrier.

The turned-off surveillance in the apartment and the earrings he removed represented his attitude. Even if it was Kong Jiu, he would not contact him at this time and would give him some time to calm down.

Surveillance is just a physical prop. Even without it, it would be very easy for my brother to know where he is and what he is doing.

He just wanted to be alone and calm down for a while. He didn't want to involve his younger brother in the matter between him and his elder brother, as it would only make the situation more complicated.

The biting cold wind also ruffled his black hair. Zhu Fu Kongliang's hands and arms, which were exposed to the air, felt a little stiff. After arriving at the destination and reporting his code, he entered the password inside the base. Then Zhu Fu Kongliang grabbed a gun and went straight into an empty shooting training ground.

This base does not have any scientific researchers or any research; it is simply a place for members of the organization to rest and communicate.

Without wearing professional noise-canceling headphones, Zhu Fu Kong Liang did not warm up or massage his hands to make his stiff hands nimble again. He just aimed directly at the target and fired several shots!

At first, the guns were misaligned, and the recoil from the guns made Zhu Fu Kong Liang's hands numb. Zhu Fu Kong Liang changed a new magazine and aimed again. However, he did not aim at the center of the target, but let the damage in different positions connect together, causing the circular target to be directly smashed into pieces.

After the round target was damaged, Zhu Fukongliang switched to a human-shaped target. He only let go after destroying three more targets.

It wasn't that he had vented all his anger, but that he had run out of bullets.

The irritation and anger that spread from the bottom of his heart was difficult to suppress. Zhu Fu Kongliang threw the gun with a hot barrel aside, took a deep breath, and tried to control the fragmented memory scenes that flashed before his eyes.

The sound of the continuous shooting bullets slightly affected Zhu Fukongliang's hearing. It was not until he heard obvious footsteps not far behind him that the black-haired police officer turned around with an impatient look on his face.

Standing not far behind Zhu Fukongliang was a young man with long silver hair. He was not wearing the hat he usually wore, and his high-necked sweater covered his neck. His loose black windbreaker seemed to have never been updated. However, this kind of dress naturally covered all the wounds and bandages on his body, making him look as if he had never been injured.

"Gin?" The hostility in Zhufu Kongliang's upturned cat eyes, which were not disguised at all, made ordinary people feel scared. But for Gin, this degree was never a problem.

Gin, wearing a black windbreaker, threw a Beretta M92F in the direction of Zhufu Kongliang, who caught it.

This pistol is not the one Gin usually uses. It is obvious that he took it from the practice room.

At the same time, there was a clanging sound of machinery coming from the shooting range, and new targets were brought up.

Zhufu Kongliang didn't care that his back was exposed to Gin. He took the gun and aimed at the new target that appeared inside the shooting range again.

When the pistol was empty again, Zhu Fu Kong Liang finally calmed down a little. Then he seemed to remember that there was someone behind him and asked, "Why are you here?"

Gin did not answer the question, but said: "There is a mission, do you want to take it?"

Zhu Fu Kong Liang narrowed his eyes slightly and responded without hesitation: "What type?"

This mission was different from the usual handovers of intelligence that Bailantide did, and it was not about solving a target. This time, the mission Gin mentioned did not have any complicated procedures, it was just a finishing touch. This kind of mission was often handled by people at the bottom who did not have code names, and it was impossible for them, the code name members, to take on this task.

However, such a mission is very suitable for Zhu Fukongliang now.

The black windbreaker Gin was wearing allowed him to blend into the darkness easily. He leaned against the alley, with his arms clasped across his chest, and looked indifferently at Bylandide, who, under the street lights, was using the simplest and roughest method, using his fists to deal with the passers-by who needed to be dealt with.

The more direct the approach, the more it relieved the depression in his heart. The upturned cat eyes were in the shadows that could not be found in the light, and the face could not be seen clearly. From Gin's position, he could only hear the wailing for mercy of the group of cannon fodder.

A young man with dyed yellow hair was knocked to the ground. Zhu Fu Kong Liang stepped on the man's chest. The young man had no strength with his hands, so he could only try to pull away the foot that was suffocating him and beg for mercy.

Zhufu Kongliang took the gun that Gin threw to him at the practice ground and faced the man struggling at his feet, pointing the muzzle of the gun at the man's forehead.

Cannon fodder Mr. A's pupils constricted as he stared at the pistol that was aimed at him and was about to take his life. He was almost frightened to death.

“Pah.”

The bullet had not yet been fired from the barrel, so naturally it had not penetrated the man's head - the bullets had been used up at the training ground, and Zhu Fukong had forgotten to change the magazine when he went out.

Zhu Fu Kong Liang sighed. These were the mistakes that should never have happened to him.

Gin helped him with this shot. The bullet cut through the air, brushed past the corner of Zhu Fukongliang's clothes, and shot into the temple of this cannon fodder. Blood mixed with brain matter flowed out from the wound.

Zhu Fu Kongliang moved his foot away with some disgust, as the blood almost splashed onto his clothes.

"Do you want to continue?" Gin's movements hardly changed. He looked coldly at the place where Zhufu Kongliang was standing, where sticky red blood was flowing.

Under the light of the night, the bloodstain actually darkened in color, as if one was standing on the edge of a deep pool and could fall completely downward at any time.

"Someone will call the police after hearing the gunshot just now." Zhu Fu Kongliang touched the yellow-haired young man's face with the tip of his bloody shoe: "The police should be here soon."

"Let's go." Zhu Fu Kongliang left the scene first, leaving no trace that would be associated with him.

Vodka had already prepared a car and was waiting by the side. This time it was not the Porsche, but a more common black sedan. This type of sedan can be seen everywhere and can be seen on the road at any time.

In fact, this is the most normal thing. No matter how bold Gin is, as a killer wanted by various countries, he should not always drive his conspicuous Porsche.

Normally, it would be fine, but when he was seriously injured, and the police or the FBI were to come, he would be the only one in trouble. At least during the period when he was recovering, Gin should not make himself too high-profile.

Zhufu Kongliang was sitting in the back seat, playing with an empty pistol in one hand. The smile, whether fake or real, completely disappeared from his face. The current Zhufu Kongliang was more like the past Bylandide in Gin's memory.

The atmosphere in the car was depressing and awkward. Although it was winter, Vodka still had a few drops of cold sweat on his forehead. He didn't dare to make any mistakes.

Gin was seriously injured yesterday, but now it seems that Moroku Sora's condition is even worse.

Perhaps because he had already vented his anger, Zhu Fu Kong Liang no longer had the energy to continue being angry. However, the negative emotions were still weighing on his heart, as if something was blocking it, making it difficult for him to even breathe smoothly.

This seemingly ordinary car came face to face with the police car that was rushing in. The anti-snoop sticker prevented people outside from seeing the situation inside the car. The police did not pay any attention to this car that could be seen from everywhere, and rushed straight to the location where someone had called the police.

The three criminals thus left the police car's sight openly. Vodka breathed a sigh of relief.

Zhu Fukongliang listened to the sirens that were getting farther and farther away, and suddenly said, "I hate policemen. I don't want to be a policeman anymore."

Hearing this, Vodka's hand almost slipped. He glanced at the rearview mirror from behind his sunglasses and noticed that his elder brother's expression had not changed at all, so he continued to hold the steering wheel tightly.

"Then let's have someone take over." Gin just tilted his head slightly to look at Morobuchi Sora, who was staring at the reflection in the car window. He met Morobuchi Sora's eyes through the reflection in the car window. The colors of the reflected picture were blurred, and Gin said, "It's just a fake identity anyway."

From the very beginning, it was set that Bailandide disguised as Zhufu Kongliang and went undercover in the police station. If Bailandide didn't want to do this undercover mission, then the identity of "the disguised Zhufu Kongliang" could be anyone.

The most suitable one should be Bermode, after all, she is good at disguise and acting.

Therefore, since Bailandide didn't want to continue pretending to be a good policeman, he could just give up this identity and find someone to take over and continue to go deep into the police. This was a completely problem-free choice.

But emphasizing this at this time seemed to foreshadow something. The killer with long silver hair continued to ask coldly: "Isn't it?"

There are all kinds of people in the organization. As long as they are not undercover and do not cause harm to the organization, Gin does not care about their original identities or what they have done.

Gin held a cigarette in his mouth, the sparks flickering in the dim car, and white smoke surrounded this small space from bottom to top.

Zhu Fukongliang felt that the air was too stuffy, so he opened the car window, letting the cool wind blow into the car and blow away the thick smell of smoke.

Gin's tone didn't change from beginning to end, but he seemed to have seen through something. His green eyes were as cold and sharp as a wolf's: "Since you don't want it anymore, you can give up the identity of 'Zhu Fu Kong Liang' at any time."

"This is a very simple thing for you." Gin exhaled a puff of smoke and called out the code name: "——Balantid."