Chapter 14

"Brother! What's going on?"

Doubts occupied Vodka's mind. He saw Kitahara Yuki was about to fall asleep, but suddenly woke up and glared at Bermode, and fell straight on the sofa the next second.

Bermode smiled, walked to the wine cabinet, poured a glass of Vermouth, and shook the glass gently, "A very sensitive child."

"Indeed." Gin leaned against the sofa, his back to the light, one hand on the sofa, his slender fingers holding a lit cigarette, his expression was gloomy.

Obviously this answer surprised Bermode. Under normal circumstances, Gin would cross his legs, with a sarcastic smile on his face, and say in a nonchalant tone - a self-righteous kid!

Bermode: "Do you think he will join the organization?"

Gin glanced at the young man with soft hair, and the figure of the other party standing in front of the police appeared in front of him.

Oh, what did this guy say at that time - 'Don't make me sound so great, I'm just doing it for a month's coffee.'

...A funny sense of justice.

"No." Gin's voice was without hesitation.

This answer was not surprising to Bermode. Detectives always have a curiosity that has nowhere to go and a sense of justice that they regard as their mission.

"The target this time is his younger brother Hasegawa Hikaru," Bermode turned on the computer and called up a photo of Hasegawa Hikaru.

"Ten days ago, he hacked into the organization's system, but the computer experts hired by the organization apparently failed to catch Hase Hikaru. After you brought Kitahara Yuki back, the system was hacked again, and the intruder left behind [Hikaru] and a phone number."

"If he was recruited just for his hacking skills, there would be no need for both you and me to get involved."

"Yes."

Bermode put away his smile, straightened his expression, and switched the pictures on the computer. "These are the cases that Hase Hikaru solved in Japan within fifteen days."

Vodka leaned over to take a look, with a surprised look on his face. "Fifteen days, forty-nine cases, each solved within three minutes?!"

Bermode: "No, to be precise, it's three seconds, the rest is the explanation time."

Vodka: "Incredible."

The cold moonlight fell on Kitahara Yuki's quiet sleeping face, and the stagnant space seemed to leave only the light breathing of the young man.

Gin's eyes stayed on Kitahara Yuki for a long time. He had a cigarette in his mouth, a touch of scarlet was jumping, and the bluish-white smoke was floating upwards, pulling out a slender shadow.

"What is his role?"

Bermode smiled and glanced at the person on the sofa. "Hase Hikaru's motto when reasoning is [There are no secrets in the world in front of me], and his evaluation of his brother is [My other soul]. Obviously, Kitahara Yuki is our bargaining chip."

"Got it," Gin stood up and glanced at Bermode coldly, "The visiting hours are over."

- You should get out.

Bermode understood Gin's meaning skillfully. She raised her eyebrows and said, "Take him to the abandoned warehouse in Shibuya at 8:00 tomorrow morning."

Gin did not answer. The indifferent killer easily picked up the young man who fell on the sofa, leaving only a black back to Bermode.

In the guest room.

This time, what Kitahara Yuki saw when he opened his eyes was not the blood-stained electric chair in the interrogation room, but the straw lamps on the ceiling. He blinked his eyes, his mind drifting away, until he smelled the strong smell of tobacco at the tip of his nose, and then he suddenly woke up and sat up.

A violent cough came out of his throat, and a low sneer came from his ears. Kitahara Yuki looked in the direction of the sound and saw Gin's very distinctive green eyes.

"What a wolf." The green eyes full of malice stared at Kitahara Yuki, Gin's lips were pressed into a straight line, and one side of his mouth was raised, which was a typical expression of contempt.

Kitahara Yuki let out a click of his tongue and looked around. He was in a clean and tidy room. "My salary has been improved a lot. This way, Mr. Killer, you won't have a chance to grab my head and press it into your damn bathtub."

Gin didn't refute. Obviously, what the boss needs now is a healthy Kitahara Yuki. He threw the cigarette on the ground and stepped on it with the tip of his shoe.

"One day sooner or later, I will shut your mouth forever!"

Kitahara Yuki raised his eyebrows, "Wait and see. Mr. Killer, who can't beat me on the spiritual level and is mentally broken, I hope you can fulfill your wish in your lifetime."

Gin let out a click of his tongue. Driven by the sense of discord, he recalled every word Kitahara Yuki said after waking up. He stared at Kitahara Yuki's face for a long time, his eyes narrowed slightly: "Are you deliberately provoking me?"

Of course.

Pah—

the sound of snapping fingers suddenly came from space.

"Look into my eyes." The soft and sticky voice came into Gin's ears through the dull air, and his dark green pupils slowly enlarged and then became dilated.

The fierce killer looked very obedient at this moment. Kitahara Yuki stared at the top hat on Gin's head for a long time. After making sure that the latter would not resist, he took off the hat naturally and put it on his head with his backhand.

This is the trophy of the warrior's victory over the dragon.

"Mr. Gin, what's your real name?"

"Kurosawa Jin."

Facts have proven that the obedient killer is not as lively as he was when he was Gin, but surprisingly interesting. Kitahara Yuki patted the edge of the bed and said lightly: "Sit down."

The mattress beside him sank, and Kitahara Yuki leaned against the head of the bed. The effect of the drug made him look sluggish.

He picked up a bunch of Gin's hair, and the silver hair wrapped around his slender white fingers. The soft texture from his fingertips made Kitahara Yuki feel a little unreal.

He didn't come back to his senses until he finished braiding the braid.

Mr. Killer, who has long silver hair, now has a long braid hanging on his head, which looks surprisingly suitable. Kitahara Yuki suddenly came over, and his green pupils trembled slightly.

It is a sign that he is about to wake up. It seems that the effect of [Hypnosis (Mastery 43%)] on strong-willed humans cannot last too long.

A quick battle is needed!

Kitahara Yuki: "Awesome Mr. Killer, please tell me - I was wrong, I am damned, Kitahara Yuki is the most powerful hypnotist in the world!"

Gin's fingers moved, his expression twisted for a moment, his green pupils trembled, and finally returned to calm, "I was wrong, I am damned, Kitahara Yuki is all..."

The low and hoarse voice suddenly stopped, and Gin's voice full of tyranny followed. The speed was very slow, and every word could make people hear the feeling of gritting teeth.

"Kitahara Yuki!"

Kitahara Yuki did not turn around, allowing the furious killer to press his cheek with Berle Tower. Even though his cheek was deeply sunken due to the force, the expression on his face did not change much.

He even yawned, and there was a narrow smile in his dark eyes.

"You are worthy of being the top killer. You wake up so quickly."

Gin: "Hypnosis?"

It is obvious that Kitahara Yuki does not want to answer this obvious question. He looks listless. Extreme brain use obviously makes him a little tired. The nerves without the stimulation of caffeine are clamoring for sleepiness.

The furious Gin didn't care about that. He clamped Kitahara Yuki's wrist roughly, and walked towards the monitoring room amid the latter's screams.

"Brother! What happened?"

Gin didn't respond.

Kitahara Yuki turned around in a good temper, and after facing the shocked Vodka, he pointed at the vertical silver braid on Gin's head, with a cold face and a gloating tone, "Your brother wants me to braid him another braid."

"...Shut up!"

A suppressed voice came from above his head. Kitahara Yuki only had time to look at Vodka with a broken face, "Brother, does the bathroom need...water?"

The sudden words made Gin stare at Vodka coldly. After the latter stood there in fear with trembling lips, Gin took a deep breath.

"...Get out."

Kitahara Yuki glanced at Gin and saw a blackened face. His eyebrows were drawn down and wrinkled, his eyes were glaring, and his lips were narrowed - he was very angry.

Fortunately, Gin's control was apparently pretty good. He resisted the urge to give Kitahara Yuki a taste of his own medicine and looked through the surveillance in the bedroom with a cold face. However

, as time passed, Gin's complexion became worse and worse, and a stronger murderous aura emanated from his side. The final surveillance screen stayed at the moment when Kitahara Yuki was braiding Gin's hair.

Bo Le Tower pressed against Kitahara Yuki's forehead again. Kitahara Yuki quickly raised his hands to show his harmlessness, "Relax, you still need to keep me alive!"

In response, he felt an increasingly obvious stinging pain on his forehead. The cold touch of metal products was transmitted to the nerves through the skin. He could even smell the faint smell of gunpowder and blood. The tense emotions made his throat slightly itchy. The ruthless

Gin pressed the □□ of his right hand with his left hand and said coldly: "Don't let me see you before 7:00 tomorrow!"

Kitahara Yuki nodded obediently and shrank behind the chair to show that he was obedient.

[Hypnosis (Mastery 50%)]

[Hypnosis (Mastery 76%)]

Kitahara Yuki: ...

This is a skill he earned with his life, he will cherish it.

At the last second before Gin stepped out of the monitoring room, Kitahara Yuki sincerely said, "Thank you!"

He was responded by a wooden sound and Vodka's exclamation, "Brother! What's wrong? Is it an enemy attack?!"

Obviously, it is not so easy to be attacked by enemies where Top Killer is. In the end, the honest Vodka was still glared at by his big brother.

Vodka was depressed and took Kitahara Yuki out of the quilt at six o'clock the next morning.

Kitahara Yuki, who was confused, was surprised and said, "Are you mafia members so stubborn? You have to punch in at six o'clock in the morning. The last time you got up at six o'clock was last time!"

This made Kitahara Yuki feel like he went out to play at nine o'clock and was called up at five o'clock to prepare.

Kitahara Yuki took a breath, restrained his mocking expression, and said lightly: "You mafia members have a hard time."

Vodka nodded seriously, but when Gin's indifferent eyes swept over, he shut his mouth knowingly.

... Is big brother in a bad mood recently?

He looks so fierce!

You should talk less recently!

Silent Vodka drove the Porsche 356A on the wide road, and they arrived at the abandoned warehouse on time at 8 o'clock.

Kitahara Yuki did not get out of the car immediately. He lowered the window and stared at Gin who was looking at him with a squint. "Don't want to open the car door by yourself" seemed to be written on this handsome face.

Gin's forehead jumped, and his cold eyes fell on Vodka.

Vodka, wearing a black suit and black sunglasses, wiped the non-existent sweat, stepped forward and opened the car door.

"Thank you."

When Kitahara Yuki stepped out of the car door, he raised his eyebrows. There were overgrown weeds all around, and the gravel on the ground hurt his feet. There were no low old buildings nearby, and there were no tall buildings suitable for sniping within 700 meters.

His footsteps paused for a moment. This was not the ambush site he had chosen before. Has the plan changed?