Chapter 2323
"..." Gin looked at the email sent by the gentleman on the mobile phone screen.
White background, black font, the end of the input box flickers.
His fingers rested on the keys, but he didn't type a reply immediately.
Those sharp dark green eyes looked up through the front window and onto the road ahead.
It is late at night and the streets are empty.
It was a cloudy night, and the street lights nearby seemed to be broken and had not been repaired in time. The whole street was hazy, as if covered by a layer of gray filter.
If a cluster of fireworks were lit in front of us at this moment, it would be the most dazzling bright spot in the night and the most conspicuous target.
Gin lit a cigarette and exhaled the smoke from his lips. The closed Porsche soon became white. A certain picture in his memory rolled up.
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The continuous sound of gunfire echoed in my ears, and the flames of gunfire were particularly clear in the night.
Gin didn't even blink, and suddenly stretched out his arm like a poisonous snake, aiming at the position where the opponent had just fired a shot, and fired several shots very quickly and accurately!
“Bang, bang, bang!”
After a short sound, there was a brief silence on the other side. Gin knew that his shots had hit the target.
He sat behind a shabby bunker. After using up most of the weapons he had brought with him, he threw away his windbreaker that made it difficult to move, revealing his black tights on the upper body.
This was a covert action mission of gangsters robbing gangsters, but one of the partners on this trip had already been bribed by the opposing gang and temporarily turned against them and became a traitor.
Because of this, this originally perfect stealth operation had to turn into a gunfight halfway.
There are three people, one is a traitor, one has just had his head shattered by a traitor's bullet, and only Gin is left.
In a disadvantageous situation, Gin first shot the traitor with an expressionless face, and then got the data files required for the mission - but evacuation became a difficult task.
The enemy's pursuit and blockade were too intensive, and most importantly, they had almost unlimited ammunition supplies, while Gin's weapons were almost used up.
behind cover.
Gin lowered his eyelids and stroked the last box of bullets with his fingers, as if he was checking the quantity, or as if he was touching death. Then, he loaded the gun with a skilled movement.
In addition to the gun, there are two hand grenades hanging on the waist and a sharp dagger on the calf. There is nothing else.
A box of bullets, two grenades and a dagger are all his belongings now.
Gin pulled out his dagger, the blade reflecting cold light and emitting a chilling chill. He had already prepared for a close combat with cold weapons. Even if he couldn't evacuate in the end, he would use his last bit of strength to tear off the enemy's flesh like a wolf in desperate situation.
At this moment, both sides were in a temporary ceasefire. In the night, there was not a single light source.
Today happened to be a cloudy day, and there were no street lights on both sides of the street - or rather, the street lights had long been shattered by stray bullets. Now it was dark here, and the smoke made the surroundings even more hazy.
And in this darkness, a flash of light suddenly appeared not far away! It appeared in an instant, crackling with golden dots.
Gin was closer to the place where the light was burning. He squinted his eyes, and in a short breath, he roughly judged that it seemed to be hand-held fireworks.
What will happen if a cluster of fireworks is lit in the dark night? It will be the most dazzling bright spot, a conspicuous target.
The quiet alley was suddenly filled with the sound of loud gunfire, "bang bang bang" shooting towards the side where the fireworks were lit!
Taking advantage of the enemy's tense nerves and attention being temporarily diverted, Gin turned over and jumped out of the cover.
His last burst of bullets almost killed all the enemies, and the two hand grenades he threw exploded, almost knocking down half of the low building.
The collapsed and flying debris of the building blocked the road. Taking advantage of this break, Gin finally retreated to the rear side of the road. He opened the passenger door of a car on the road and got in.
"Drive." Gin said in a deep voice.
Needless to say, the fox-eyed young man in the driver's seat had already stepped on the accelerator the moment the other party got in the car, and the car flew away like an arrow.
This car is a modified bulletproof car with a high speed limit, not to mention that the driver is also very skilled.
After rushing through four or five blocks, they successfully shook off the enemy.
Gin had wounds on his body, most of which were caused by stray bullets, and there was also a big cut caused by the glass when he climbed through the window at high speed. Fortunately, there were no bullets embedded in his body.
He used the portable medical kit in the car to stop the bleeding, then threw the data file of this mission at the fox-eyed young man.
"Ah, you actually completed the mission, you are worthy of it." The fox-eyed young man was still driving, and the information fell on him again. He was not annoyed, but noticed the stinky face of the silver-haired man, blinked and said, "What's wrong, are you in a bad mood?"
"You picked a traitor who's in league with the other gang, huh?"
"When we first selected the candidate, that guy was not a traitor. I saw the message you sent, and that guy was just bribed by the other side during this outing, so you can't blame me."
The fox-eyed young man said casually, "You said he would not have rebelled earlier or later, but he rebelled when you were leading the team. It is obvious where the problem lies—"
The second half of the sentence was not uttered, because Gin had already started to manipulate his Breton with his left hand.
The fox-eyed young man caught a glimpse of the other person's expression and stopped joking immediately. He paused and asked, "Are you really angry?"
Gin sneered, his words were full of thorns, and he didn't seem to answer the other party's question directly: "Why, your knight work is not busy again?"
The young man with fox eyes was stunned for half a second, and finally found out where the problem was - this mission was supposed to be carried out by him, Gin and another person.
It was just because K of the Club had something to ask him temporarily, so he released Gin Pigeon and stuffed some other members of the organization in.
The result was that the person who was squeezed in became a traitor in this mission who was instigated by the black gang next door.
Gin was naturally upset that the mission that should have been completed smoothly turned out like this. It was originally just a simple stealth mission, but who knew that he would get injured and be cheated.
He likes teammates who are efficient. Even if they are not efficient, at least they have to be obedient. As long as they are loyal, he can tolerate a little stupidity. The only thing he cannot tolerate is traitors, especially traitors who think they are smart.
As a result, this time, a highly efficient teammate left and a smart-aleck traitor came, making the situation a mess.
"Look, after I dealt with the King's issue and received the news, didn't I come to pick you up right away? I even deliberately drew fire for you." The fox-eyed young man turned his face slightly to the side, smiling naturally, "I'll let you off once or twice, don't hold a grudge like that."
"..." Gin didn't answer, but opened the trunk and took out matches and cigarettes. He struck the match, lit the cigarette, and the red dots flickered.
His voice was hoarse, and he suddenly mentioned something that happened not long ago, "What did you order just now?"
——He was referring to the light that lit up on the other side of the street at the last critical moment, attracting firepower.
"Oh, fairy stick fireworks." The fox-eyed young man replied, "Just one, I just set it off."
Gin knew what fairy wand fireworks were. They were very small handheld fireworks that made a crackling sound and burst into tiny stars of light when lit.
It was one of the kids' favorites.
As the Autumn Festival approaches, the number of children on the streets playing with handheld fireworks increases significantly at night.
Gin didn't know when the other party bought this - but maybe he didn't buy it, but picked it up on the street and it was lost by a child.
Perhaps it was just as the other party said, there was only one cigarette that was picked up by chance, lit, held in hand, and became the only target in the dark night.
Logically speaking, this kind of target used to attract firepower should not be held at close range.
When Gin got into the car, he noticed that the other person was covered in blood and was injured. He was obviously injured by the concentrated firepower just now, but it was not serious enough to make him unable to drive.
Childish. Childish. Too naive.
It is very inappropriate to use this type of words to describe an organization's elite, but sometimes, they do appear on fox-eyed young people.
His missing childhood was somehow extended indefinitely, and it continued to exist into adulthood, swinging high from time to time like a swing.
Due to the organization's survival principles, that part is rarely truly revealed, but it never disappears.
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Gin sat in the passenger seat, looking down at the email on his phone with no expression. He hadn't smoked for a long time, and the white smoke gradually spread inside the closed Porsche.
He knew about Mr. K's unique game targeting Asahi personally, and he also saw that Asahi had completely deviated from the imagined track at this time - but Mr. K didn't know it yet.
Ultimately, it was Mr. K who didn't know that there was a child hidden deep inside Asahi. When everything about the organization was erased, all that remained was the child who once hid in the house.
"..." A slightly sarcastic smile appeared on Gin's lips.
He lowered his eyes, thought for a moment, and edited the text with one hand.
[I have seen him. He was injured in an explosion before and has recently been in contact with the international assassin Hyacinthus.]
——This is a fact, of course. It is an overly objective and simple fact.
But sometimes an overly objective statement can also be an answer with some slight emotional inclination.
Gin clicked send and put down his phone. There were only a few extremely calm words in his heart: Go have fun.
That gentleman plays that gentleman's game, and Asahi's guy plays his own game - in this brief period when neither of them knows each other's situation, just go and have fun.
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Inside the house, Chao Ri Xi Qiu was mowing the floor like an automatic lawn mower, wiping the bloodstains from one end to the other, bit by bit.
If this thing leaves any traces, I won’t be able to explain it!
Asahi Yuaki is now on high alert, and he says he will never give the main storyline player any room to develop.
Just at this moment, the mobile phone placed on the table buzzed twice, and a message reminder came.
Who is sending a message to me in the middle of the night?
Chaori Xiqiu's head was full of mist and he reached out for his cell phone curiously.
After opening it, the first thing I saw was the familiar bank card deposit notification. The amount was more than ten times the last time.
Asahi Xiqiu: "!!!"
Along with it was a new email—as expected, it was from the friend with the crow avatar. After all, he only had this one friend now.
Maybe he should find some more friends? I always feel a little lonely sometimes, like a lonely child.
My thoughts flashed across my mind, and I lowered my eyelids to read the content of the email.
【Keep it up, keep it up. :-)】
Oh my god, my email friend with the note "sb" stayed up so late and came to give money and encouragement to my career!
Asahi Yuaki's eyes widened slightly, and she was deeply moved.
He wrung out the towel soaked with blood and water, and suddenly he was full of energy. The unexpected guest and the fact that his favorite chopsticks were taken away tonight no longer made him depressed.
Chaori Xiqiu made up his mind: Tomorrow, early tomorrow morning, I will go to process the follow-up of the mobile melon stall application form and try to open the stall as soon as possible. It would be best if I could open the stall tomorrow.
Even if I can't get the certificate for the time being, I can at least go around and check out the area, Chaori Xiqiu thought.
You can temporarily take some watermelons to the streets to share and impress the people around you. When you actually set up the stall, they will have confidence in their watermelons.
Thinking of this, Asahi Yuaki threw the towel aside and excitedly took out the Tokyo Beikacho map he had bought earlier.
After searching it for a while, he finally circled a place he would go to tomorrow.
——【Teitan Elementary School】.
There are a lot of people near the school, which is a good place to do business. Watermelon is a relatively healthy fruit and will not be reported by parents.
Of course, the most important point is that a harmonious and pure place like the elementary school has absolutely nothing to do with the main plot, so he can sell melons with peace of mind!
Chaohi Xiqiu was filled with smiles and made plans for the next day's trip.