Chapter 009 Gin, what are you crazy about?
On the way.
Smino felt the obvious stiffness in the atmosphere in the car. He also saw the inattentiveness of the driver who was driving the car, and the hesitation of the Scottish man next to him.
He thought it was interesting, but didn't ask.
While turning the phone in his hand, he was thinking about what method he would use to pry open the mouse's mouth.
When Smino brought Bo녤놌 Scotland to the organization, nearly half an hour had passed since Gin's call.
Looking at the two people standing at the door of the interrogation room, Smino chuckled, then he walked briskly towards Gin's position.
After seeing Gin's impatient look, Smino spoke first: "It's not my fault. There was a traffic jam on the road."
Gin frowned when Smino retorted, then looked at the two newcomers behind him and understood what Smino was thinking.
He showed a playful expression, then lowered his voice and said, "Why, do you want to kill a chicken to scare the monkey?"
"Kid, you should keep your trust in me. I can't send an undercover agent to you."
As he spoke, Smino clearly sensed that something was not right with the people around him, and he had a smile on his face.
"Don't worry, Gin. I've already told the boss. The boss said that if there's any problem with the three of them, I'll be the one to solve them."
Smino said this in a calm tone. He looked up at Gin who was staring at him, and then suddenly grinned.
"Gin, if you make a mistake, I think the boss will be angry with you."
"After all, you were the one who sent the undercover agent to me."
After saying that, Smino grasped the door handle and was about to open the door to see who the little mouse was. The next second, Gin reached out and pressed his shoulder and smashed him against the wall.
Gin's actions were not as gentle as Bo's and Scotland's, and his rough and impatient emotions were directly transmitted to Smirnoff.
Smino frowned at the sudden movement, then he leaned against the door and made eye contact.
"Gin, what are you crazy about?"
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The two of them were on the verge of a confrontation, and the three people next to them were about to take action, but Gin gave them a look.
Then Gin looked down at Smirnoff in front of him. The man in front of him had a pale face and bloodless lips. Even though he was wrapped in a black sweatshirt, Gin could still feel the coldness on Smirnoff's body.
Thinking of the current situation, Gin placed his left hand on top of Smirnoff's head and pressed his whole body forward.
If it were someone else, they might be afraid of Gin's pressure, but Smirnoff wouldn't.
Smino showed disdain on his face and even wanted to push Gin away, "Gin, why are you so petty?"
"I said you might send undercover agents to me, but I didn't say they would definitely be undercover."
After saying that, Smino stretched out his fingers and touched Gin's hair, then the next second he grabbed it and pulled it towards him.
"Kid, I told you if you do that again, I'll chop your hand off."
"You won't."
Smino said this with confidence. He frowned at Gin, but still did not push him away. He felt indescribably complicated in his heart.
Then he told Gin what happened in the safe house, and Gin laughed sarcastically.
"Oh."
"Don't laugh at me!" Smino said, then turned around and opened the door again.
"So, the current situation is a bit complicated. In order to avoid further misunderstandings, I will go check on the little mouse first."
"We'll talk about other things when I come out."
After Smino finished speaking, he turned the iron door open. However, almost in an instant, Smino frowned and reflexively dodged to the side.
However, Gin grabbed Smino's wrist, ignored the look Smino gave him, and didn't even look at the iron door opening, exposing the man inside.
He took Smirnoff into his arms, and Smirnoff was surprised by Gin's action. After all, Gin would not play around during the mission.
Besides, is there anything more interesting than playing with mice right now?
When Smino calmed down, Gin adjusted his position so that he faced the three people opposite. At that moment, Smino suddenly realized that something was wrong.
He wanted to escape from Gin's suppression, but Gin lowered his head and whispered in Smirnoff's ear: "Since we have been misunderstood, let's have more misunderstandings."
"Gin, you are just jealous that I have more rest time than you!" As soon as Smirno finished speaking, Gin covered Smirno's mouth with the lit cigarette in his hand.
Smino glared, holding Gin's wrist tightly with both hands, and had already cursed Gin in his heart.
Smirnoff: I wish Gin will always have endless rats to kill, never have time to rest, never have a happy vacation, and never get any pay for overtime work!
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When the three saw Smirnoff being treated like that by Gin, an idea instantly came to their minds.
Is it really true that this guy Gin can’t just die?
——Nian was held tightly in Gin's arms, his hands covered Nian's mouth, the strong smell of smoke filled the air, stimulating the nerves in his brain.
Smirnoff's eyes were gradually filled with pain. He tightly grasped Gin's wrist with both hands, and even a whimpering sound like a little animal came out of his mouth.
Pitiful.
This was the common idea of the three people on the opposite side.
Everyone lowered their eyes and clasped their hands tightly at their sides.
Until Gin finally let go of his hand, Smirnoff almost ran away in the direction of Scotland.
Then he turned around, wiped his mouth and looked at Gin with obvious disgust.
Then he spoke slowly.
"Gin, this cigarette is not good to smoke. It smells bad. Change the brand. "
Smino was telling the truth.
He never liked bitter-tasting cigarettes; he liked strong cigarettes that were not bitter.
After Smirnoff said this, Gin seemed to have confirmed something and laughed with satisfaction.
Then he put the cigarette in his mouth.
She glanced at the man sitting in the room behind her.
"I'll leave this to you. I believe your ability has not declined."
After saying this, Gin turned sideways and left.
It was not until Gin disappeared from the corridor that Smino cursed, "What the hell is wrong with you?"
After saying this, Smino felt unhappy again. After all, it was not his style to endure all the time.
But Smino didn't notice that the eyes of the people around him were becoming more and more painful, until Rye stepped forward and reached out to rub Smino's mouth, which had been rubbed red by him.
"My mouth is all red from rubbing it."
Rye's calm voice made Smino look up obediently, "I hate gin, that cigarette is so hard to smoke, who knows why gin does this."
After saying this, Smino looked angry.
Rye's gentle wiping hand stopped, and his eyes became thoughtful, "놙Is it because of this?"
"What?"
"Are you angry because cigarettes are hard to smoke?"
Rye repeated it patiently, Smino smiled, and then he answered as a matter of course.
"Of course, as for Gin's treatment I'm used to it. Okay, you three come in."
"This interrogation is to show you what happens if you betray the organization."
Smino said this as he walked towards the open door with brisk steps, except for the curses he was still mumbling.
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Behind.
Rye's movements were a little stiff. He finally put his hands into his pockets and looked at Smino with complicated eyes.
As for the Scotsman who knew about the relationship between Smirnoff and Gin, their hearts were broken.
——They raised these kids for a few years when they were in the police academy. They don’t know what they went through back then that they can say the three words “get used to it” so casually now.
When they thought of Gin's actions just now, the two men felt even more murderous towards Gin.
When they were in the police academy, they were afraid of some bad kids. How could they be bullied like this here?
The Scottish and Polish men looked at each other, confirmed the meaning of each other's eyes, and followed closely.
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The three men locked the door when they entered the interrogation room, and Smino found a bench and sat directly opposite the man.
The three people next to him looked protective. There were cameras in the four corners of the interrogation room.
The sealed room filled with the smell of blood made the three of them frown at the same time, except for Smino who looked accustomed to it.
He looked at the two holes in the body made by the gunshot in front of him, and at the truth serum prepared beside him, Smirnoff curled his lips.
Then he patted the unconscious man's cheek and said, "Wake up. A new round of interrogation is about to begin."
"You're making me feel really bored."
Smino said this, looking at the man who was still pretending to be dead and had no reaction, he shrugged his shoulders and stood up.
His eyes turned cold, and then he pointed at the small clamp of electric shock equipment hanging on the wall.
"Pull out his nails and insert the electric shock wire. The shock will occur once every 굛 seconds."
"As for Scotland, go to the research institute and ask the person in charge there for some recovery drugs."
Having said this, Smino looked at the trembling man in front of him and deliberately dragged out the words.
"What's the point of pretending to be dead? I'll let you experience the feeling of wanting to die but being unable to do so. That's exciting. You have to thank me."
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