Chapter 92 Artificial Weapons 28

"Mission! Mission! I have a mission!" Cherry Kanade crossed her arms, puffed her cheeks, and complained to Gin in a long tone.

Gin, who was also sitting in the back seat of the car, reached out a hand to push the black-haired young man back, and his tone became increasingly angry, "Shut up."

Is the FBI some kind of manzai training center? How can it make people so noisy?

Sakura Kanade escaped from the FBI's underground hospital and returned directly to the organization. Generally speaking, in such a situation, she would have to go through at least a few rounds of interrogation, explain the entire process of her escape, and prove that her loyalty to the organization is still shining, and then she can continue to fight for the organization.

But after meeting Gin at the base, he just frowned and asked him to tell him how he escaped.

The process is very simple.

"I opened the window and jumped out."

Gin stared at him in silence for a long time, as if he had a lot to say, but in the end this gentleman wisely chose to let him go.

Yingtao Kanade coughed lightly at him, then raised her hand to wipe her mouth as if it was nothing new.

Red liquid continued to flow out from between the snow-white fingers.

The young man in black stared at his fingers with a look of confusion in his eyes.

“There’s so much blood.”

He said softly, then wiped his hands on Vodka's back as if nothing had happened. When the other party turned his head back in shock, he tilted his head and smiled softly.

"Thank you, vodka."

Vodka: “…”

First of all, I didn't mess with you.

Then, Gin began his interrogation. The interrogation mainly included what experiments the FBI had done on him and whether any results were obtained.

Sakura Kanade crossed her arms and said confidently, "I don't know."

Gin took a few deep breaths, raised his eyebrows gloomily, and looked at the piercing eyes of the young man in black. He forced himself to suppress the urge to kill, "...Forget it."

Gin asked again what happened some time ago and why the organization received the news of his death.

Sakura Kanade pretended to be thinking hard, "Come to think of it, they suddenly moved me to another place a while ago, and there are only a few people coming every day, and even the number of researchers has decreased. It's really strange."

He added: "But then they seemed to realize I was going to die, so they stopped caring about me."

It basically matches the situation the organization has grasped.

Gin pondered.

Excluding the almost impossible possibility that this idiot was lying, then the FBI deliberately hid Cherry Brandy and then pretended to be dead to deceive Bourbon. Until the FBI finally found that Cherry Brandy would not live long and lost its value, they naturally relaxed their supervision on him.

Gin called Rum to report the situation, and during the process, Sakura Kanade stood by and waited quietly.

After the call, Gin took Sakura Kanade back to the research institute and gave him a physical examination.

The researcher who had been in charge of Cherry Brandy was as happy when he saw him for the first time, like a stock investor who had just come out of the stock market. When the inspection was over, the stock market had entered a period of severe economic crisis, and the stock investors were already waiting to get out of the market.

The researcher pushed his glasses, which represent knowledge and wisdom, and sighed, "Although the result is the same as expected, but..."

He looked at the young man in black with sorrow. He was half lying on the hospital bed, his upper body naked, scars all over his pale skin, his blood-red eyes staring out the window, as if in a daze. His breathing was also light, as transparent as a piece of cake that was about to melt.

The cake suddenly moved, turned its head, and smiled at him. The researcher was stunned for a moment and also smiled.

This was the most precious achievement of his life, and now he was about to watch it be destroyed.

As soon as she came out of the research institute, Sakura Kanade started clamoring to complete the mission.

"I haven't done any missions in a long time!"

Gin was so annoyed by him that he just found a job to give him and finally got some free time.

Vodka was confused: "Why does Cherry Brandy like to do missions so much?"

Gin snorted, "He just needs someone to order him around." The smoke drifted from the tip of the cigarette between his lips. "There was a time when he even needed someone to order him around when he ate... He really hasn't changed at all."

Vodka said, "Brother, you can rest assured now. Cherry Brandy is always loyal to the organization. He would never protect Bourbon... It seems that he was really deceived at that time."

Gin didn't continue the topic.

At night, the silver-haired killer passed by the child who was scared and cried, and returned to the Porsche with a grim face.

A young man wearing a hoodie poked his head out from the other side of the car, a smile on his face like a white flower blooming gently on a branch. There was a streak of dried blood on his cheek.

The base of the Porsche is relatively low. He leaned on the roof of the car with his arms and looked at Gin, his eyes sparkling. "I have completed the mission. Do you have a new mission?"

Even for an organization, there is not that much business to do. Especially for these killer departments, it is common to only receive one business every one or two months. Of course, it is also common to have occasional business explosions.

Unfortunately, it's the off-season for missions.

Gin thought about it, picked out a name from his mind that was too difficult to kill, but not killing him would be unsightly, and gave it to him.

As a result, Cherry Brandy showed up again the next morning and said that the task was too easy and he completed it quickly. Then he forced his way into the back seat of Gin's Porsche and demanded a new task - which was the scene at the beginning.

Gin couldn't stand him any longer and pulled out a gun from his pocket, but then things suddenly became quiet again.

He glanced at it oddly.

The young man in black was slumped in the back seat of the car, his head against the window, his eyes tightly closed, and his body swaying slightly due to the moving car.

Those slight movements made him look more or less alive.

Vodka was also surprised by the sudden silence and glanced in the rearview mirror. "What happened to him?"

"It's better to be dead."

Gin said lightly.

He waited for a while, but the young man next to him didn't make any movement, not even the slightest tremor of his eyelashes. His breathing was already so weak that it was almost inaudible, and now he couldn't even see the rise and fall of his chest.

Silent death.

This is the end of the man-made weapons created by the organization.

Gin's fingers tapped the edge of the car window and he suddenly said, "Let's go to the villa in the port area."

That was the property that Kurosawa Shun bought for him. From the outside, there seemed to be no surveillance or eavesdropping, but every time Gin walked through the door, his younger brother would appear within half an hour and stick to him.

It has been like this since I was a child, it's really annoying.

"I want a mission."

Gin, who was lost in thought, was startled by a gentle voice that suddenly appeared beside him, and his fingers jumped.

Vodka, who was driving, cursed him out directly.

Gin exhaled slowly.

Are you still alive?

He should not have subconsciously controlled his actions just now. He should have let his instinct take over and shot the idiot to death.

"Do you plan to complete the organization's mission before you die?"

He finally couldn't help it and sneered coldly.