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[Old thief——you are such a bastard! How can someone write such cold words with a body temperature of 37 degrees Celsius (screaming)? Do I have to shoot him right then and there? Will I die if I don’t shoot him? ! ]
[Good fellow, the last time this exciting was the last time, is Gran going to fight the party? The Terminator of Capitalists? (Tactical retreat)]
[Zhao... to some extent, Toru's poor character remains unchanged - oh no, can this be considered Toru? ]
[I can’t go back. I really can’t go back this time. I could say it was just speculation before, but this time Gran really killed someone in front of me. He was just an ordinary person (crouching with his head in his hands)]
[For the first time, I realized how terrifying the Black Organization was (dumbfounded). Sorry, Washing Machine, I really underestimated your courage!! You are my secret card——please give Toru some glory quickly 555 (kneeling)]
[They have only graduated for a month... Akai was able to realize his true feelings because he had been prepared for a long time, but Zero was forced to grow up - or was he forced to do so by his classmates... I dare not think about what he will do when he finds out that Granmani is Chiyogaya Toru]
[That must be a very exciting scene... a mass crushing of chopping blocks? (Mumbling)]
[By the way, Toru didn't even have any reaction? Gran was dancing on Rei Furuya's sensitive spot, and was trying to cheer up Sister So, but he didn't even have any reaction!!]
[How do you want him to react? Rush out and say that he didn't kill those people? Or say that he has never killed anyone before? Or say that he actually hates Shinsou now? Will Chiyodani Toru dare to do that? !]
[Stop thinking about it, stop thinking about it. I just hope that Toru can just sleep and not know anything. This is really too cruel. The police who are fighting for the interests of the citizens finally point their guns at the people... I suddenly hope that Chiyotani Toru can become Gran. At least he won't have the psychological pressure.]
[Hahaha, Gran is so handsome! Gran, just keep it like this... (unconscious)]
Chiyoya Saori felt that she had long been annoyed by the cute customer service.
But in this environment, she actually quite likes this noisy little thing to talk to her - provided that it doesn't keep urging her to buy cigarettes.
[A villain without a cigarette lacks soul! ] The Q version of the customer service said at the top of his lungs, [Think about it, every time he kills someone, Gin leans against the car with a cigarette, isn't he a villain and charming? ! ]
Chiyoya Saori: […If I hold this feeling, then I am a villain? ]
[What else? This kind of shonen manga definitely won't allow murder to pass the review, unless the bad guys are punished.] The Q version of the customer service is very authentic, [Look at that member named Curacao, he was turned against the gang, but didn't he still die?]
Chiyoya Sachi has never met Curacao in the organization, but only seen him on the forum. He is said to be Rum's confidant, has the ability of shorthand, has flowing silver hair, and a pair of beautiful heterochromatic eyes.
At least she is more suitable for this role than her ordinary black hair and black eyes.
Chiyoya Saori moved her fingers and touched the still warm gun body. She suddenly felt that what the cute customer service said made sense.
But before she could compare the pros and cons of smoking and exposing people around her to secondhand smoke and pretending to be cool, Furutani Rei had already come down with a USB flash drive.
The blond young man had a frosty face, and his purple-grey eyes had lost their luster. He looked gloomy, with his lips tightly pursed, as if he didn't even bother to speak. But when she looked over, he still forced himself to adjust his expression and became a lot calmer.
——I still need to learn more about psychology. It’s okay if I can’t hide my micro-expressions, but at least they can’t be so obvious.
Chiyotani Sawaori feels that Furuya Rei will grow a lot after this time. At least his awareness of survival in the organization will be stronger, so he won't have any unrealistic ideas to rebel against Shinsou.
Shinsou can defect, but he must not drag Rei Furuya into it.
But being stared at like that really made her feel a little upset and wanted to find something else to do.
"Let's go. We can still get some sleep if we go back now." Chiyogaya Hayato rubbed their fingers together, stopped thinking about it, and walked away.
Shuichi Akai had been waiting at the door, holding two large bags containing sniper rifles. When he saw them come out, he casually handed the bags to Furiya Rei, but the latter took them away almost impatiently.
After enduring for a while, Akai Shuichi finally asked, "Are you dissatisfied with me?"
"How could this happen, Moroboshi-kun?" Fūya Rei smiled, "You are so capable, I am very satisfied with you as a partner."
Akai Shuichi was silent for a moment, and then said sincerely, "Thank you, I thought so too."
Furiya Rei smirked: "Haha."
The two looked at each other, and followed Granmani one after the other, with Shuichi Akai in front and Rei Furuya one step behind, taking in everything from the side of their eyes.
Granmani walked in silence in front and said, "I advise you to keep a certain distance and don't be fooled by your 'partner'..."
"For example, covering up for each other, deceiving the organization, leaking intelligence, or something else." He turned his head suddenly and said with a warning, "Hide your rat tails!"
The two people behind him were stunned for a moment, and they both showed their loyalty without any change on the surface.
Shuichi Akai wondered if the so-called cover-up referred to his relationship with Shinsou. In fact, it seemed that the woman Shinsou was not as interested in him as she was in Chianti...
Fūya Rei was thinking about the information in the USB drive, and felt a little regretful that he could not take the risk and send a copy back to the police this time.
"You guys go back." Granmani suddenly stopped at a certain intersection, as if he had something else to do, and looked into the distance.
The two undercover agents, each with their own thoughts, did not stay long and evacuated one after another.
At 12:50 in the morning, this sudden mission was finally completed.
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Chiyoya Saori watched as Furugaya Zero got into his white Mazda, and actually she wanted to make an Erkang gesture in her heart - Zero, lead me!
As a cold-blooded killer who took a taxi late at night and "killed" the taxi driver, she could not get a second taxi in such a crowded place in the middle of the night.
But from every angle, it's inappropriate for her to ride on anyone's car.
In the night breeze, Chiyoya Saori wanted to squat on the ground and play with her mobile phone without caring about her image, and then wait for three hours to go back in Hiro's police car.
But think about it, Senior C’s image would be even more bizarre!
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The Q version of the customer service said: [If you don't test the anchor points randomly, we can at least move to a safer place and take a taxi. ]
Looking at it now, this so-called chicken rib skill seems to be quite useful.
Chiyoya Saori didn't want to talk and threw it an emoticon of a rolling panda head.
She pulled at her blood-stained sleeves, looked in the direction of the Muddy Society, and thought about how to spend the night.
If it really doesn't work, can I just sleep on the second floor?
In the eyes of others, the black-haired young man who didn't even bother to hide his pistol stood quietly in a hidden corner, his emotionless eyes reflected the mess in the distance, and his subtle movements seemed to show the regret of "not satisfying enough".
Vodka shuddered inexplicably while holding the steering wheel. He turned to look at Gin who was sitting in the passenger seat and said in a daze, "Brother, there was nothing wrong with the actions of Granmani and the two newcomers, but I didn't expect him to become more and more ruthless!"
"Why is he standing there for no reason? Did he notice us?"
Gin, holding a cigarette in his mouth, sneered at the words: "What does he want to do? Just to add more to the chaos. Other things are not that great, but he has learned the skill of rooting out the weeds."
Vodka suddenly realized: "Is he planning to blow up this place again? It is said that most of the explosives in the Tokyo branch were taken by him."
Looking at the smooth seat, he couldn't help but sigh: "This is really similar to Shinsou. Shinsou also likes to play with bombs."
Gin glanced at him coldly and said, "Don't mention that woman in front of me unless necessary."
Vodka was hesitant to speak, he had clearly seen the golden-haired boy named Amuro Toru coming to report on Shinsou's situation every day!
Before the two of them finished talking, they saw the silent figure move. Granmani, with his hands in his pockets, was walking towards them.
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Chiyoya Saori hadn't seen the pitch-black car at first, and only discovered it after being reminded by the Q-version customer service. After thinking about it carefully, she roughly understood why Gin had no reason to come here in the middle of the night.
I was just curious about his attitude towards the two newcomers related to Shinsou, and wanted to take another comprehensive look at how the three of them had accomplished their mission.
In fact, Chiyotani Saori was not very happy to use this vest to deal with the red team. Not only did it cause trouble, but it also hurt feelings.
This time the driver is not Gin's wife - probably because they are afraid that she will cause trouble again.
His Porsche is an old brand after all. If it is really scrapped one day, it will probably be difficult to find a second one to replace it.
Chiyoya Saori walked over, opened the car door, sat in the back seat, and directly instructed Vodka: "Go to my safe house."
Vodka first glanced at Gin, and only started the car after he nodded. Gin then tilted his head slightly to look at her and said, "You should go get a driver's license."
"Will the organization reimburse the cost of buying a car?" Chiyoya Saori raised her eyes expressionlessly, "What identity do you use to take the exam?"
Gin held the cigarette in his hand and said calmly, "It's up to you."
This is what reimbursement means!
Chiyoya Saori was originally thinking about what car to buy to make a profit, but when her eyes focused on Gin's fingertips, she suddenly remembered the words of the Q version customer service.
So when Gin was closing his eyes and resting, a bloody hand stretched out to his side, causing the silver-haired killer to reflexively strike out with his palm, and while the opponent dodged, the hand struck the tissue box in the middle of the seat.
The tissue box that was originally placed neatly suddenly became dented, and the face of the celebrity on it suddenly became distorted, which made Vodka, who was driving, feel heartbroken.
But no one cares about his thoughts.
Gin raised his eyes and met Granmani's pure black gaze. The latter stretched out his right hand again after taking off the glove. There was nothing on his white palm, and he looked non-threatening. Only the blood stains on his sleeve slightly rubbed against the hood.
"Cigarette, give me one."
The black-haired young man, who had not yet removed his disguise, seemed to have no idea that there was anything wrong with his action. He even looked directly at Gin, trying to figure out where the cigarette box was placed - as if he wanted to take it directly.
"What are you smoking so late at night?"
Although Gin said this, he still frowned, slowly took out a cigarette box from his pocket and handed it over.
Smokers often have a common obsession, which is to watch beginners being choked to death by incorrect smoking methods, revealing behaviors that are not seen in normal times.
Although Gin didn't know what Granmarie was thinking tonight, he didn't mind watching him viciously.
Even Vodka, who was driving, glanced back slightly, showing his curiosity.
Chiyoya Saori was holding a cigarette of an unknown brand and could vaguely smell an indescribable but definitely pleasant smell. Suddenly, an idea came to her mind.
She whispered in her heart: "If I stay next to Gin and keep smoking the drug-laced cigarette, is there a possibility that he will die from the secondhand smoke?"
Q version customer service: [? ] It said tactfully: [Dear, it’s late at night now. ]
Don't daydream.
Chiyotani Saori secretly curled her lips, turned the cigarette in a circle, and held it in her hand.
She felt that her current state of mind was like a child who had been well behaved for more than ten years but suddenly had the idea of being bad and was even eager to make a difference. Or maybe it was the excitement tonight that really made her mood more lively.
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She cautiously placed the cigarette between her lips, and after Gin lit it himself, she took a slow puff.
"Cough, cough, cough!"
Some hoarse coughs were heard, intermittently, with a sense of being suppressed. The black-haired young man held the cigarette between his fingertips and covered his lips with his other hand. The arc of his frown almost squeezed the mask crooked. He tore off the mask irritably, revealing his true appearance.
An even paler younger face was revealed, but it was slightly flushed due to the coughing caused by the smoke. The young man squinted his eyes, as if trying to wipe away the tears in his eyes, but under Gin's sight, he was stubborn and did not reach out to wipe them away.
The smoke from the fingertips was stopped by the cliff when it approached the window.
"How do you feel?"
Gin couldn't deny that he was looking forward to this scene, and even said that it was much more interesting to see Granmani failing to keep his composure than when he had a stern face.
"It's just average." A hoarse voice sounded. Granmani looked up at him, calmed his breath, and even commented, "It doesn't look like a good cigarette, does it?"
Gin sneered, thinking that this was just a stubborn act.
As if to show off, he slowly took a deep breath while holding the cigarette in his mouth, and blew out the smoke ring with a mocking tone: "If you want to learn, remember to tell the experimental team, don't kill yourself."
"Oh, I see."
The latter simply responded indifferently, letting the cigarette in his hand burn a little and fall to the ground.
Vodka barely saw this scene from the rearview mirror and actually breathed a sigh of relief.
——Luckily, it was not eldest brother’s car that I was driving this time, otherwise if the ash got up there, he would be the one to suffer the low pressure.
No, this seems to be his own car?!
Chiyoya Saori took just one puff of her cigarette before giving up. She felt that the cost of pretending was too high and making Gin a laughing stock was the limit of her tolerance.
The cute customer service almost screamed: [Dear!! But this is really cool! ]
[Damn it, handsome guy, wasn't that scene just now unfortunate enough?] Chiyoya Saori said expressionlessly, [Minors shouldn't smoke, no, adults shouldn't smoke either, this kind of thing that even gin can't kill, why does it exist in this world!]
The Q version of the customer service wanted to complain, but in the end, they just sent out a sad cry of "QAQ" to express their sadness about the failure of the plan to "dress up Granmani as a peerless villain."
Chiyoya Saori was just about to say that it was useless to act cute when she saw the latter suddenly turn around and run wildly, and soon came back dragging a long white strip of object.
The cute customer service staff had a distressed expression on their face and dragged this thing in front of her.
There are too many things in the mall, and it is impossible for Chiyoya Sayori to look at them all. I don’t know where the cute customer service found this.
【Imitation Smoke Lollipop】15 points of highlight value
Description: You can set the program to imitate the smoke of a cigarette. After sipping, please put it in your backpack and wait for 3 hours to cool down. Good news for minors who want to show off! The five yuan a pack in the canteen!
Chiyoya Saori slowly typed a question mark.
The customer service actually took the initiative to send Granmani equipment just to give her more ways to show off?
She thought this guy's level of digging was as good as hers!
But since the equipment was delivered to her, she could use it as it was. She could also add a scene...
The conscientious screenwriter, director and actor soon began to think about how to enrich the script.
The cute customer service was completely unaware of the host's attempt to continue stealing from its granary. With tears in its eyes, it complained: "Is this finally okay? Don't you want to show off in front of Gin? He's showing off to you!"
Chiyoya Saori thought for a second and asked sincerely: [Can I choose the flavor of the sugar? For example, spicy sauce flavor? ]
Q version customer service: [? ]
What kind of devil is this!
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Granmani seems to be an exceptionally fast learner.
When Gin turned back again after just a while, he found that the cigarette in the other person's hand was almost burned out.
The young man was holding a cigarette, seemingly repeating the action of inhaling and exhaling slowly, but the occasional violent flickering of the flame showed that his movements were not gentle.
The strong smell of smoke wafted to the tip of his nose, which seemed to be stronger than the one in Gin's hand, with a spicy and pungent taste.
The black-haired young man's pale face was enveloped in the night and white smoke, and his true emotions could not be seen clearly. However, the faint red at the corner of his eyes caused by stimulation did not dissipate, and was particularly conspicuous as his gaze moved.
Finally, he put out his cigarette without caring about burning his hands, and casually threw the butt out of the window. He met his gaze and reached out his hand again.
"It's actually okay, isn't it?" The voice, which became even hoarser due to the rapid smoking, was very calm, but like the deep sea surface at night, and no one knew what was going on.
Gin paused, took out the cigarette box, and handed another cigarette to him, but did not give him the lighter.
"Chiyodani Toru." The silver-haired killer called him by his real name, which was rare, with a warning tone, "Don't tell me that you will go to the Metropolitan Police Department with a smell of cigarettes when you take office."
"Don't call me that name."
The black-haired young man held the intact cigarette in his hand again and threw himself back to his seat. He leaned against the car window and saw his own appearance through the thick window.
He held the long cigarette between his fingertips expertly, and although he didn't light it, he was no longer clumsy as he was at the beginning, as if he had practiced it a thousand times.
The young man said in a low voice: "Already... there is a difference."