192.

Chiyoya Saori has been preparing for this scene for a long time.

The drug developed by the organization has a very high failure rate. She doesn't know who the only unlucky person is who won the prize, but from the current perspective, she has taken the initiative to send the organization down a "definitely useless" research path.

Shinsou was brainwashed purely because she used a tool that affected luck, and her subsequent reactions were made up by her own thinking, and have no reference value at all - but the organization doesn't know that!

Ever since the idea came to her, she had been laying out the plan in an orderly and careful manner, trying to arrange her other vest properly and do her utmost to cause certain losses to the organization.

This will not only allow Chiyotani Toru to infiltrate the action team and get access to more intelligence, but also allow the organization to spend another sum of money to study the impact of the fictitious "Chiyotani family bloodline" and brainwashing drugs.

Steady profits with no losses!

But in order to achieve this goal reasonably, she needs to solve too many problems.

It is impossible for Chiyodani Toru and Shinsou to appear in the same place, and it is even more impossible for them to be studied at the same time; when she is dressed up, the organization cannot discover her identity as a girl...

Therefore, Chiyoya Saori had long ago set up a trap with Mizumoto Yuuka, who was responsible for examining Shinsou, and asked her to issue her a certificate stating that she needed rest, so that when necessary, she could go directly from Tokyo to Kanagawa for a vacation and recuperation.

As for the tasks that need to be completed in the middle...thank you Chianti.

This old sister is capable!

Chiyoya Sawaori thinks that although Chianti has a bad temper, she is a real protective girl. She classified her as one of her own just because she talked more closely with Shinsou (one-sidedly). When she gets angry, she even confronts Gin.

She even transferred a sum of money to take care of the weak Shinso, fearing that she would end up as poor as Canadian whiskey.

——Yes, Canadian whisky is also famous for its poverty.

In other aspects, it would be difficult for her to fail with the plug-in and the protection of the red team - of course, Chiyoya Saori blamed all the expenses on the organization, and planned to retaliate secretly later.

[Customer service, remember to keep the account for me.] Chiyogaya Saori yawned quietly and said in her heart, [Such an expensive disguise tool Gin was scrapped by me, I must get it back in the future!]

Customer service complaint: [You are the only one I have ever seen who can use the disguise clothes to have the effect of a defensive weapon. At that time, I thought you were really going to withstand Gin's interrogation.]

[I'm really sorry that I didn't let you earn any rebates for repairing the battle damage.] Chiyoya Saori said coldly, [I'm not a fool. How could I get beaten up just for acting?]

The price of this limited-time disguise item is as high as 1,000 points of highlight value. It is said that it can cover up all body features. Naturally, it is impossible for it to be damaged due to injury.

To put it in rounded terms, as long as the props were not damaged, there would be no real wounds on Chiyoya Saori's body that would expose her disguise. There would only be fake injuries simulated by the props, not to mention that her true gender would be discovered.

She took advantage of the loophole of this prop and got a prop that allows her to avoid damage for free, which was a very profitable deal.

The customer service representative sighed silently as he recalled how he had taken great pains to recommend and carefully budgeted for the anti-beating gift package.

It’s not good to have a host who is too smart. It’s too difficult to cheat money!

Chiyoya Saori lay on the bed and posed for a while, but soon fell asleep.

The sky was filled with blood-red flashing before my eyes, like a weathered old photo that would shatter at the touch. The sunlight filtered through the cracks, transforming into smiles on the faces of the five young men.

Organization...data...If I want to find the truth, I have to at least get to Gin's position, right...?

After blocking her senses, the glasses in her hands felt like a poor hand warmer, emitting a slight warmth. She rubbed the soft quilt gently and buried herself in deeper darkness.

The new comic page slowly unfolded in front of me, and the customer service asked cautiously: [Dear, you really don’t want to take a look first? Or - you haven’t had dinner yet. ]

[No, I’m so sleepy…]

The voice of a young girl echoed in her heart, with a vague and coquettish tone, and she swallowed back the second half of the customer service's sentence.

The Q version of the customer service poked his head out of the void, thought for a moment, then pulled out a small blanket and lay down under the comic page.

Finally far away from the organization, her tense nerves suddenly relaxed. Even though she knew that this was not the right time to sleep and those idiots might come in at any time, Chiyoya Sayori allowed herself to indulge in an empty dream.

I guess I was spoiled by them, right? I can’t be on my guard anymore…

【Good night then. 】

【Good night.】

193.

"GIN, the moonlight is beautiful tonight." A woman's smiling voice came from the receiver. The unique teasing of Vermouth revealed a nonchalant cunning. The melodious music in the background did not cover it. The glasses clinked, just like her comfort at the moment.

This strong contrast made the killer, who had just finished his mission and didn't even have dinner, feel depressed instantly. He said impatiently, "If you have something to say, please tell me now."

"How about transferring the APTX-3112 experiment to me?" Bermode sighed at his lack of understanding and said bluntly, "You already have enough tasks on hand, don't you?"

Gin snorted coldly, his eyes full of annoyance: "Are you here for that woman Shinso?"

"How can you say that? I'm doing this for your own good. After all, the news that Shinso wants to kill you has spread throughout the organization." Bermode teased, "Wouldn't it be good to hand over the job while she's not in Tokyo?"

After all, Gin is the member who has the power of life and death as soon as he was transferred back to Japan. He is very popular in the eyes of others. On the premise that he is strong enough and decisive in killing, he is also a terrifying figure.

However, the fact that he has been madly targeted by his fellow organization member Shinso in the past few months and has never retaliated has also aroused people's curiosity.

At present, strange plots such as #The scumbag Gin seals his heart and locks his love, while his original wife, Shensou, searches for Chisato's soul# have been circulated, which has made the other female members stay away from Gin's range of action.

But given his personality, he really wouldn't take the initiative to explain this matter.

Seeing that Vermouth brought it up, Gin's temples began to throb and he couldn't hide his murderous urge. He took a deep breath and glared at Vodka, who was sitting next to him and seemed well-behaved but was actually curious.

There are only three people in the organization in Japan who are responsible for the APTX series experiments.

Rum and Gin have always been at odds with each other, and Belmode is too lazy to take care of things. He usually takes advantage of his identity in the intelligence team to slack off. Now that he takes the initiative to speak, something must have happened.

Gin thought about it again, but he was not carried away by Bermode's rhythm. He asked directly, "What happened to Gran?"

Vermouth was choked by his words, and felt a little helpless: "Ah, what a boring man... He has triggered the first regression, it seems that his peers are not so stupid."

"His acting is too bad." Gin sneered, and then warned coldly, "Next time you invade my authority without permission, don't blame me for being ruthless."

Seeing that he clearly intended to refuse, Bermode nodded twice and then hung up the phone.

After the call ended, Gin looked at the reminder interface that popped up, tapping his fingers on the seat, his green eyes full of interest.

Vodka asked curiously, "Brother, wouldn't it be good to give this experiment to Bermode? That way we don't have to deal with that woman Shinso."

Gin suddenly turned cold and glanced at him calmly: "Shut up and go buy dinner now."

Vodka got off the car dejectedly and prepared to go to a nearby convenience store to buy a sandwich, still thinking about the conversation just now.

It was obvious that Vermouth was talking to his eldest brother about Shinsou, but his eldest brother took the initiative to mention Granmani and even looked interested... It was obvious that these two guys looked the same and even had equally difficult personalities.

Why is Big Brother so interested in Gran Marni? !

Vodka thought of the messy rumors in the organization, and for some reason, he shuddered suddenly.

Inside the car, Gin leaned back quietly in his chair, lighting a cigarette in his hand. The flame at the end flickered with the red dot in the phone, which was quite beautiful in the shadows.

He took a long puff of smoke, thinking of the wolf he had sculpted with his own hands, which had transformed in just one month. For a moment he even felt a little regretful that he couldn't see what he looked like at this moment.

If a piece of white paper is already stained with ink, even if you add more paint to try to cover it up, it will only get darker, right?

194.

The room was small and cold, with a blindingly bright light from the overhead. The metal shelves were filled with all sorts of things whose uses were unknown. Even just standing there, one could not help but feel restless, nervous and fearful.

As a transnational criminal organization that has existed under Japan for many years, it already has extremely sophisticated means of interrogating undercover agents and punishing traitors. Now, the organization is becoming increasingly powerful in terms of biological strength and can even influence the will of undercover agents, making suicide a luxury for them.

In order not to expose the intelligence they carry, they can either disguise themselves on weekdays and live in fear as if every day were the last day of their lives; or they can hide poison in their teeth and quickly commit suicide when they are caught.

For these students who are still studying at the police academy, this is almost a dream-like experience.

The wound on the shoulder that had been stitched up had been torn apart. Warm blood slowly seeped out of the bandage, slid down the hanging arm, and finally seeped out from the cuffs and fell to the ground, making an unclear sound.

The black-haired young man raised his head in confusion. When his hazy consciousness had just returned to his body, he gasped for air due to the inexplicable pain that filled his body.

He had barely finished catching his breath when he suddenly burst into coughing. His throat hurt as if he had swallowed a dozen chili peppers raw. Even breathing was painful. He reached out his hand and touched his throat in surprise, then he remembered what happened before he fell into a coma.

This is...

There was no one in the room, and the only sound was the hum of the exhaust fan. There was a wall behind him and a door with a crack not far away.

The door was horizontal, and the milky white door made of some unknown material looked very warm, but there were splashes of blood on it, which directly transformed this warmth into an atmosphere like a horror movie.

Chiyodani Toru frowned. The dizziness caused by blood loss had become a habit during this period of time and no longer interfered with his thinking. The heart-wrenching pain in his shoulder also turned into a fine numbness like needles after he got used to it.

However, this situation now really makes him feel difficult to understand.

The man who brought him here after knocking him unconscious...how did he know about Chiyoya Saori?

Thinking of the familiarity with his sister in that person's words, Chiyodani Toru had a bad feeling in his heart.

He pursed his lips tightly, forcing himself to remain calm. The pain tore at his muscles, causing his fingers to spasm involuntarily. Even the confrontation must have been greatly affected.

Reason told him that he couldn't just sit there and wait for death.

The black-haired young man took another deep breath and wanted to get up to check the surrounding environment. When he tried to get up from the cold iron chair with the help of his arms, his body fell forward involuntarily.

“Boom——”

A dull crashing sound was heard, and Chiyodani Toru supported himself on the ground with his right hand. His whole body was like a stretched-out steel plate, barely holding himself up and preventing himself from falling to the ground. He lowered his head and looked back in surprise, only to find that his ankle had been caught on the seat without him knowing when.

It was just because he had been imprisoned for too long, his entire ankle had turned blue and purple, and was numb and numb, and he was preoccupied with other things, so he didn't notice it at the first time.

"What on earth is this..." The young police officer cursed with a rare look of anger on his face, "There are so many illegal methods!"

Although his voice was very soft, it still echoed slowly in this small space, sounding particularly penetrating.

Chiyotani Toru was silent. He held up one hand and tightened the muscles of his arms. His good physical fitness allowed him to straighten his back and sit back on the chair instead of cowering on the ground in embarrassment.

Can't leave this place any time soon.

The emergence of this thought made the calmness that he had maintained disappear a lot. The black-haired young man turned sideways somewhat awkwardly and untied the loose bandage with one hand.

The wound that had been carefully sutured by the doctor had opened slightly again. It would probably become inflamed and cause him to have a fever in a short while. If he was not careful again, he would easily die.

He pulled one end of the bandage and bit the other end with his teeth, enduring the pain and quickly wrapping the red bandage back around his neck.

The young man, who had just turned 21, had rarely experienced such pain. For a moment, cold sweat broke out on his forehead. His black eyes flickered under the scorching light, and were gradually covered with a layer of mist, which gradually wet his eyelashes.

A few drops of blood on the bandage were squeezed out as he exerted force on his lips and teeth, and finally fell on his cheek. Then they gradually coagulated into a blood spot along his chin, which was about to fall off, leaving a winding red mark on his fair skin.

The strong smell of blood lingered around, causing the black-haired young man to frown uncomfortably. He fastened the bandage with one hand, leaving only a small mottled tail exposed. He then casually rubbed his chin against his collar, stretching the blood bead and creating a horizontal bloodstain next to the red vertical line.

As if he was disturbed by the itchiness, and as if he could not resist the panic in his heart, he finally sniffed, raised his bloody right hand, and held it in front of his eyes.

This is an action that creatures in the dark would never make. It is immature and aggrieved, as if they are still hoping for a miracle to happen and justice to come. The sense of security that belongs to the elders and the police is imprinted in their hearts, which makes people become much weaker.

Chiyodani Toru was undoubtedly a male lion that had not yet grown up. At this time, the injured cub had already separated from the tribe and was surrounded by hyenas. He only had two options left.

—Join the pack, or be devoured.

Just across the door, Gin leaned against a pillar and slowly lit a cigarette. The light-colored mist was particularly obvious in the deep shadows, covering the corners of the silver-haired killer's raised mouth.

Next to him lay a bloody man, his hands handcuffed to the wall, dying. Solid evidence of the undercover agent was scattered around, stained with blood, and the executioner contemptuously left a muddy footprint on it.

The special material of the door prevented anyone from seeing outside, but from where he was standing, he could clearly see all of the young man's reactions after he woke up.

The calmness when he first woke up, and the quick judgment in his best interest when he found himself unable to move, although still a little immature, will surely become an extremely useful knife after being polished.

This undoubtedly proves Chiyodani Toru's potential and - his vision.

Gin smiled slightly, but the moment Chiyodani Toru raised his head, his smile suddenly twisted.

He took a long puff of his cigarette and pushed the image of the woman taking off her sunglasses out of his mind.

Shinsou, Chiyodani Toru... These two twins who have been separated for many years and finally meet again in the organization each have their own uses. When they were separated, they were difficult to control, but now they have become handles that can restrain each other.

But when Gin thought of what the boss had told him, he couldn't help but feel a headache.

If Chiyodani Toru was brainwashed as originally thought, wouldn't the reaction be similar to Shinsou's?

Even he didn't want to face the cold and lonely assassination of two guys who looked exactly the same - but he couldn't do it himself.

The good mood that had arisen from seeing the policemen struggling helplessly disappeared in an instant, and Gin stepped on the hand of the undercover agent next to him, as if to vent his anger.

Only the sound of bones breaking was heard, and the undercover agent who was on the verge of death let out an almost inaudible groan, his face distorted by pain.

"Kill, kill me..." he murmured.

"Want to die?" The silver-haired killer leaned over slightly, patted him lightly on the face a few times, and sneered, "It's not up to you."

He walked straight forward and opened the special door, allowing the dazzling light to mix with the half darkness, releasing the fangs of the beast in the shadows.

…

"You woke up pretty quickly." The man's hoarse and cold voice exploded in the air, with malicious praise, "You look and feel good. You are very adaptable."

Chiyodani Toru suddenly put his hand down, with a look of vigilance in his eyes, but before he could say anything, his black eyes involuntarily focused behind the silver-haired man, aiming at the figure that was already covered in blood.

"What did you do to him?!"

It was rare for him to be so excited. He tried to stand up by holding onto the wall, but he fell down in vain due to paralysis all over his body, leaving only a dry dark red scratch on the wall.

Gin flicked the ash with his fingers and said nonchalantly, "The wall behind you is electrified. Don't touch it if you don't want to die so quickly."

"It's come to this, and you're still concerned about other people's affairs?" He took a step forward and stood in front of Chiyodani Toru condescendingly. "Why don't you consider yourself first, Mr. Policeman?"

"I haven't graduated yet, so I'm not a police officer in the strict sense of the word."

At this point, the young man regained his composure. He sat on the chair, raised his eyes slightly, and said indifferently: "What on earth do you want to see me for? Illegal imprisonment and torture, you can be sentenced to at least five years."

Gin actually wanted to laugh when he heard this, but he did it anyway.

The silver-haired man leaned forward slightly with a sneer, and the next moment he pinched the young man's injured shoulder forcefully. Looking at the cold sweat that instantly appeared on the other's forehead, even his eyes were dazed for a moment.

He said coldly: "Don't you know which organization I belong to?"

"It seems that Chiyodani-kun made some contribution on the train, which made Councillor Omori look at him differently."

"It's really, really, colorful."

Chiyodani Toru's lips turned pale, he bit his lower lip tightly, and didn't say a word. A slight despair flashed across his eyes, which was easily caught by the man in front of him.

Gin commented again: "Poor acting skills, much worse than your sister's."

He boldly tracked down the organization, and after only a few circles around the perimeter, he intercepted Canadian Whiskey's mission with his keen intuition and destroyed the bomb planted by Shinsou.

Gin was sure that Toru Chiyodani already had a superficial understanding of the organization, so his idea of ​​trying to downplay the impact seemed so ridiculous.

At this moment, the young man suddenly became excited when he heard him mention "sister" again. His restrained emotions burst out again, and he said with gritted teeth: "What information do you know? Where is she?!"

"Are you finally going to stop pretending?"

Gin forced an interested smile on his face, took out a Browning M1906 from the shelf next to him, forcefully pried open the young man's clenched fist, and stuffed it into his hand.

Then, he turned aside and pointed with his chin at the dying undercover not far away: "If you shoot him, I will tell you where your sister is."

Chiyodani Toru looked up at him in astonishment, the anger in his eyes was like a volcano about to erupt, spewing out magma of hatred at any time and anywhere: "You..."

"I think once you understand the status of the organization, you will know that just killing one person will not cause any commotion or investigation. In fact, even the companions of these rats will only mourn in dejection and will not even collect his body."

Gin interrupted the former's words that wanted to refuse, his determination was written in his green eyes, and even his words were full of disdain for the police.

"I don't even need you to kill him, just hit him anywhere on his body..."

Gin grabbed his right hand with a tense hand, straightened his arm forcefully, and aimed it forward. With his other hand, he pressed his shoulder, fixing him firmly on the chair.

Like a siren luring the sailor closer, his voice was low and hoarse, with a hint of temptation: "You are the best student in the police academy this year, right? Your teacher must have taught you how to shoot in class - pull the trigger now, and you will get your sister's information and location."

"You're dreaming." Chiyodani Toru gritted his teeth, tensed his body and trembled all over. He tried hard to pull his hand out of Gin's palm, but all he got was more pain.

"My sister can't possibly have any connection with you guys." He coughed intermittently, "Ahem, either you kill me or I'll send you to jail in the future!"

The cigarette in Gin's hand had fallen to the ground at some point, and turned into powder due to the pushing and rubbing. He was a little impatient with this progress, so he made a "tsk" sound and reached out to the shelf beside him with the hand that was supporting his shoulder to take a remote control.

With a "beep" sound, a screen was lowered from the wall next to them, and the photo that had been prepared long ago appeared on the screen, facing the two of them.

A woman who looked almost identical to the young man sat on a chair, her long black and white hair casually spread out. Her gray eyes looked at the camera with a dazed look, yet she seemed to be looking at nothing.

Next to the woman, a short-haired woman with a butterfly tattoo on her cheek was holding a PSG-1 sniper rifle in one hand and resting the other on her shoulder, smiling arrogantly.

The bond of blood was hinting at something. Just by looking at each other in the photo, Chiyodani Toru instantly identified the person above.

The long-awaited first meeting happened under such circumstances.

Joy suddenly burst out from his eyes, but was quickly covered up by disbelief. The black-haired young man's lips moved, but he was speechless for a moment.

This is Soori, his sister, so what is she doing at this moment? Is the woman standing next to her threatening her, or is it just a photo?

The psychological knowledge he learned in his daily life came in handy at this moment, and he was able to instantly interpret the two people's relaxed body language, but Chiyodani Toru just wanted to escape.

He avoided the screen in fear and turned his head to the other side, but inevitably met Gin's eyes full of interest.

Caught between a rock and a hard place.

"Is she right?" Gin mercilessly broke through his panic and evasion, and said coldly, "She is still alive and in the organization. If you want to see her, just listen to me and do what I say."

The righteous police academy student lowered his head, wanting to choose the third path of silence, but Gin rudely pressed his chin down and forced him to lift it up. Although the light did not change, the glittering light in his black eyes tended to fade away.

"You're lying to me..." he murmured, his voice hoarse and weak, "She can't be here, she's obviously..." Want to be a police officer.

Why did Chiyotani Toru apply to the police academy? There is another reason.

He believed that one day, Soori would find him, and then, the two of them could stand together in the sun, wearing police uniforms, doing things that served the public interest.

This was an agreement they had made since childhood.

There was still a gleam of stubborn and foolish belief in the young man's eyes, and he even began to waver in the authenticity of the photo. The blood oozing from his shoulder made his condition worse, indicating that this mental torture would not last long.

He closed his eyes.

Gin was almost amused by his self-deceiving behavior. He once again pointed his gun at the man not far away and used cold words to crush the policeman who was trying to escape: "As long as you pull the trigger, I will let you contact your sister."

"Then everything true and false will be clear."