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[Stretchable Love] 2-point highlight value

Description: The rope looks ordinary, but its length and toughness are both at the scientific limit! As for where is the "love" you asked? This is a joke! (Shock)

Chiyotani Saori felt an extremely refreshing high-altitude bungee jumping experience and felt that her whole body had become much lighter. She quickly rushed to the banquet hall, counted to five seconds in her heart, and took back the prop that seemed to be named after the comic next door.

Although sometimes I don’t want to listen to the cute customer service’s declaration that villains should be more pretentious, but occasionally it happens... It’s really nice!

No one can resist showing off!

After checking her phone for the last time, Chiyoya Saori replied to Morobushi Kagemitsu that the mission should be handled in the form of "top level confidentiality" and asked him to prepare people in advance to come to this place to "collect the bodies" in three hours.

On the other side, Morobushi Jingguang, who had already fallen asleep but was suddenly startled by C's task reminder and was about to go out, said: "..."

It's twelve o'clock now, three hours later - it will be a little after three in the morning.

Do the members of that organization never sleep at night?

It’s really hard for Senior C to deal with all these things in the early morning!

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After putting away the phone, Chiyoya Saori, who had been called rudely by her colleague, had almost reached the front of the banquet hall.

This area is the territory of the Mud Gang. Residents never go out at night. When they hear gunshots, they basically close their eyes, draw the curtains and pretend to be dead. The nature of the party that could be held at this night is very clear, and few of the visitors are good people.

Of course, we cannot rule out the possibility that there are innocent wealthy businessmen who were deceived into joining due to their “connections”.

The mission of Chiyoya Saori's organization is to obtain data and cut off as many trash as possible, while the Public Security Bureau hopes that she can help protect the rich loser - of course, the primary goal of everything is to keep her identity intact.

She had obtained first-hand information a long time ago. Many members of the Mud Society were even on both the organization's and the police's lists. She had no intention of showing mercy to these scum who deserved the death penalty ten thousand times.

At this time, only one minute had passed since Yamano Taichi was sniped. The chaotic scene could not be handled in such a short time. The scene was filled with a chaotic crowd and a lot of noise.

Many people tried to leave the banquet hall, but were unable to leave due to congestion in the parking lot, and some even started a quarrel.

But most of those who ran away were actually thugs from the Muddy Society. Rich businessmen who had never seen the world tended to abide by the rules and hide in a corner of the hall like frightened quails.

If it were an ordinary undercover agent, it would probably be a bit difficult to classify these losers with other organization members around him, but for her, it was a piece of cake.

The killer who came out of the darkness pulled out two identical-looking guns from the wide pockets on both sides of his windbreaker and pulled the triggers without hesitation.

“Bang!”

Two almost indistinguishable gunshots rang out one after another, making the scene even more chaotic. Two figures fell one after another, blood gushing out from beneath them, soon forming a pool of bright red on the ground.

The waiter at the door was almost kneeling on the ground, holding his head and trembling. He begged frantically: "Don't kill me, I don't know anything, I'm just a worker..."

Times are tough, and workers suffer the most.

Chiyoya Saori sighed in her heart and felt very empathetic. Without hesitation, she raised her tranquilizer gun disguised as Beretta's, put it to the back of his head, and pulled the trigger.

"Good night." A deep voice slowly offered a greeting.

Giving him a dream may not necessarily be a good one.

As the gunshots rang out, the waiter slowly lay down while crouching with his head in his hands.

Chiyoya Saori mourned in her heart for a second for this worker who probably worked for nothing and had to go to the hospital, then walked into the hall.

Dealing with the leaderless Mudslayer is easy; any member of the organization who can get a code name can do it.

Otherwise, Gin would not have thrown this task to Furuya Rei and others who haven't even made a name for themselves yet.

At this time, the people in the hall had already scattered. Ordinary people in gorgeous clothes huddled in a corner, not daring to make a sound. The members of the Mud Society held their weapons and aimed everywhere in panic.

Then, they were surprised to see a man who walked in leisurely and even nodded to them leisurely.

The slightly wide hem of the black windbreaker drew a sharp arc in the air as he moved. The blood on the cuffs dripped onto the ground. The fingers hidden under the leather gloves hooked the pistol slightly and loosely. The indifferent black eyes looked at everyone as if they were looking at a dead person.

Such a bold action, coupled with an attire that was almost a symbol, immediately sent chills down the spines of the Muddy Society members.

"Black, the Black Organization!"

Someone uttered a piercing cry: "Run!"

"Guessed right, but no reward."

With a sigh, chaos began.

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Furuya Rei and Akai Shuichi rushed to their destination at almost the fastest speed they could, but the sniper rifles on their bodies and the high building without elevators became obstacles that slowed down their speed.

Even though their speed was good enough to win a medal at the Olympics, by the time they arrived, nearly three minutes had passed.

Three minutes, one hundred and eighty seconds, what do they mean?

This means that approximately 900 new lives were born and 400 lives died around the world.

This is an average and no artificial weight should be added to it.

The red in front of me was very bright. Under the bright light from the hall, the blood was like flowing jade liquid, leaving traces on the ground. The strong blood smell could not be dissipated immediately even on a windy day. It lingered around and made people feel short of breath when they smelled it.

A young man in a neat waiter's uniform collapsed at the door with his head in his hands, pleading and confusion on his face. His eyes were closed, but there was no chance of them opening again.

He must be very short of money to take the risk and work as a waiter in the Mud Club, right?

Maybe they have to earn money for their studies on their own, or maybe they have elderly people at home to take care of.

At first, Furiya Rei was thinking that tonight would be a bloody night, and the hot muzzle of the gun in his hand would take many lives - but it didn't matter, he was already prepared, and he would deal with the scum of the Muddy Society as a stepping stone for the advancement of the Black Organization.

But now, standing in a pool of blood, with the soles of his shoes in contact with the sticky blood, Fūya Rei felt a little disgusted subconsciously.

Do ordinary people who have nothing to do with the Mud Club still have a chance...

These thoughts flashed through their minds, and it only took a second for them to be realized in reality. The two men tacitly put down their sniper rifles, took out their portable pistols, and went into the room.

The hall was in an even messier state than the outside. There was clearly only one intruder, but in the face of absolute force suppression, the hooligans were like frightened rats, with no choice but to run away in panic.

Granmani stood in the middle of the hall, one of the few remaining people standing.

The magnificent hall is the background, and two guns aimed at lives are dancing in the air. The killer seems to be a musician who is enjoying conducting, and fierce notes burst out at will.

The last gunshot was heard, and the trigger was only heard with a click. The man casually put the other gun back into his pocket and began to change the magazine slowly.

A few guys took advantage of the opportunity to rush out, but they ran into two people standing at the door.

"Gran..." Akai Shuichi frowned. He also had a gun in his hand. Seeing this scene, he subconsciously raised it and forced the man to stop.

As if hearing his almost inaudible voice, the man in front tilted his head slightly and looked at him.

Shuichi Akai saw the bloodstains on his pale and stiff face. The mask was so ordinary, but with a touch of red it became captivating. Even the perfunctory curl of his lips made him look like a fierce ghost that was seeking death.

"Good, it came quickly."

No matter what emotions the words convey, Granmani's tone turns them into calmness, as if he himself is a robot that imitates human social interactions, but cannot imitate the emotions involved.

Fūya Ling kicked the member of the Muddy Club who had fallen next to him away and said coldly, "Are these the only ones?"

"Of course there is more," Granmani said lightly, "but I have solved it."

Solved?!

Furutani Rei's eyes fixed as he scanned the chaotic scene, only to find that the only ones who could still fight were the scum of the Mud Society, and the rest... the weak ones, seemed to be the first to die under Granmani's gun.

This is what he called "solved".

These ordinary people were simply brought to the scene by the Mire Society, either forced or deceived, to become the next wave of leeks to pay "protection fees". They have no conflict of interest with them at all.

And those people also know very well that it is useless to call the police when something happens, so they don't even do it.

It could be ignored like gravel, so why bother...

"There's no need to care about these people, right?" Zhu Xing, who was standing next to him, said, "You seem to have put the cart before the horse."

Granmani curled his lips and said, "I don't want to leave any trouble behind."

Fūya Rei was about to speak, but the next second he saw Morohoshi nod his head and said in agreement, "Indeed, so as to avoid any trouble caused by seeing our appearance."

Granmani stared at him for a long time, and finally looked away: "You are quite perceptive, worthy of being someone brought in by Shensuo."

Zhu Xingda just smiled humbly, his olive green eyes swept over the two trembling members of the Muddy Society in front of him, making them dare not breathe.

He said, "Thank you."

"What do you think of Shinsou?"

Standing in this chaos, Granmani seemed to think that the information was already a sure thing, but he actually went off topic and started asking irrelevant questions.

When Fūya Rei heard the word "Shinso", he subconsciously tilted his head to the side and his attention was forcibly diverted.

Zhu Xingda looked at the black-haired man steadily and said in a steady voice, "I dare not make irresponsible remarks about you, senior."

"You are quite sensible," Granmani said in an ambiguous tone, "Then take good care of her and don't let me find a chance..."

Zhu Xingda didn't say anything. He just took action immediately and shot a member of the Muddy Society who was trying to escape through the window.

"Bang!"

It was crisp and clear, like a silent answer.

Furutani Rei's gaze roamed over Granmani's fake mask for a while, but he could only reluctantly withdraw his gaze.

Shinsou? This Zhuxing Da was actually brought in by Shinsou himself!

Granmani has a grudge against Shinso? Why does he look so threatening...

And it seems that he doesn't know that Toru Amuro has accepted the mission regarding Shinsou from Gin.

So can we conclude that Gin and Granmani don't have a close relationship, or that Gin doesn't actually want Granmani to interfere in Shinsou's affairs?

Thinking of the mission containing the word "protection" and the face that was 80% similar to Chiyodani Toru, Furuya Rei felt that he had to investigate the matter further.

The blond young man took a deep breath and slowly exhaled the smell of blood.

"Our next one..." Before he could finish his words, he saw some movement in the corner. A woman in a long skirt seemed to have fainted from fright at the beginning and just woke up. She stood up and ran away.

After hesitating for a moment, the muzzles of the huge guns were finally aimed at the moving figure.

The second half of Fūya Rei's sentence was stuck in his throat and he couldn't utter it for a long time. His original reason was completely crushed by the two of them in the conversation just now. At this moment, it seemed that as long as he opened his mouth to object, it would have a special meaning.

But the one who was faster than Zhuxing was Granmani. He just raised his hand and was so lazy that he didn't even take the Beretta that he had reloaded, but pulled out the one in his pocket.

After the crisp gunshot, the bullet casing fell to the ground along with a figure not far away.

Zhu Xingda slowly put down his gun and looked at Granmani deeply.

Although he was mentally prepared, when he saw the red color rise and fall, Fūya Rei still couldn't control his movements, and his hand on his side couldn't help but tightly grasp the corner of his clothes.

This is the official member of the Black Organization.

For them, the most perfect action is to kill all the witnesses, so that they will naturally not have any trouble traveling, once and for all.

But he was not. Furi Rei's blood was still hot, boiling and surging in his veins, flowing throughout his body with his heartbeat.

But he must be, Amuro Toru's blood must be completely temperatureless, like a cold-blooded animal, lurking in this tissue.

This last bit of mercy should also be thrown away.

Whether those people deserve to die is not important.

but……

"Zhu Xingjun, go out and search to see if there are any fish that have escaped the net. Amuro-kun, go upstairs to look for information."

Granmani arranged the tasks casually, then stood there leisurely, watching the two men's actions.

He seemed completely unaffected by the incident and even started to play with the gun in his hand.

Without replying, Furutani Rei quickly turned around and ran upstairs. After he turned his back on the two of them, his purple-gray eyes finally couldn't help but ignite the flames of hatred.

Granmani, Gin...these executioners should all go to hell!

As for this organization, he, Furuya Rei, would do anything to eradicate it completely!

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Shuichi Akai glanced at the back of the blond young man who was almost running away, turned the gun in his hand, and whispered "Okay". He thought as he walked out.

Sure enough, this guy named Toru Amuro could no longer hold back his thoughts on achievement and rushed forward so quickly.

But so what? Now it seems that Granmani is most satisfied with what he said.

Otherwise, why would he be given a task that would produce visible results?

Shuichi Akai felt that he had completely understood the mentality of the people in the Black Organization, and suddenly even his steps became much more confident.

He doesn't care about the sacrifices along the way; as long as the ending goes in the direction he wants to see, that's enough.

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Chiyotani Saori was the only one left in the hall. She took off her gloves and quickly wiped the sweat off her face while maintaining an apparently elegant posture.

Firing quickly was not like playing a game, and the recoil made her arms sore.

She walked up to the lucky lady who was being stared at by the three organization members, and seeing that she was even snoring quietly, she couldn't help but twitch her lips, and used the upper of her shoe to push her inside to avoid being blown by the cold air at the door.

[You can't do that. A qualified villain should be more ruthless.] The cute customer service yelled, [Just like the way you fired the gun just now, domineering and decisive - I thought you wouldn't do it in front of Rei Furuya.]

When Chiyoya Saori mentioned this, her expression instantly turned into silence. She said in a somewhat dejected tone: [Who knew that the FBI guy was so cunning!]

[If I don't take action, this guy will be dead! Is he a bandit?]

The Q-version customer service paused for a moment, and said in a deep voice: [FBI, open your door! ]

Chiyotani Saori: “?”