Chapter 45

The air seemed frozen, so quiet that it was scary. The man with his head drooped let out intermittent moans, which kept echoing in the empty warehouse, colliding into twisted, creepy ghost cries.

The faces of several people were not good, but they did not show real pity. Bourbon suppressed the anger in his heart and easily pretended to be dissatisfied with this method of killing a chicken to scare the monkey.

Yugu Miao quietly changed his position and barely stood in front of Scotland to help him block some of the piercing eyes from Gin.

The man who was said to be an undercover agent had lost half of his ear, and blood and hair were sticky on his face. Half of his face was very thin and pale. From a certain angle, he looked very similar to the only man with short black hair and cold white skin.

Vodka stood beside Gin without saying a word. Yu Gu Miao glanced at his face that was hidden by sunglasses and his particularly tough features, and couldn't help but complain in his heart.

What a loyal dog.

At first, he couldn't understand Gin's choice of partner. He could only say that the two of them looked completely different when standing together. No matter how Vodka dressed up, he would still be a little honest... What honest? He was just silly.

Maybe that guy likes subordinates who obey his orders completely.

Seeing Gin's eyes moving away from him and not looking back, Yutani Miao let out a breath, and behind him, where he couldn't see, the blue cat-eyed man's tense nerves relaxed a little.

Jingguang's characteristics could not be erased even after entering here. The malice that was contaminated and disguised was completely different from the malice that radiated from the inside out. He naturally thought so, and helped his friend block all the sights. When he turned his head and pretended to look unconsciously, he found that he was completely wrong.

Scotland... Yutani Miao had never realized so deeply that the person standing in front of him was not his friend, but Scotland, a code name member of an organization. Code members represent many things, including obedience, killing, malice and indulgence, too many things.

He did not easily see any emotion in his friend's eyes that this organization could not tolerate, whether it was reluctance or weakness, those blue cat eyes were like the sea that was pregnant with storms.

So why did he always feel that his friend needed to be protected?

Subconsciously, he felt that Morobu Kagemitsu needed to be tightly wrapped in more layers of protection, but he trusted in Furuya Rei's ability, just like when he left that time, he used completely different "farewell" methods for the two.

Maybe it's because Kagemitsu is really too gentle, because it's too obvious and too soft, but it makes people ignore other aspects. In fact, his friend has never been a weak person who needs protection.

Shouldn't I have understood it when he left so resolutely?

Morobushi Kagemitsu's perseverance has never been less than Furuya Rei. In the three years before, which I didn't know, he had successfully stood out from many grassroots members and became the Scotland of today.

While thinking, the man tied to the chair had already exhaled his last breath.

Death is a slow and fast process, but in a breath a person becomes a corpse. It's strange, those mixed and complicated emotions are stripped away because of death, the most delicate organ - the human brain stops working, and the body left behind seems to be no different from a blade of grass or a tree.

When I first got this vest, I just wanted to play the role of a cold-blooded killer who likes to play with people's lives. After all, this is my job, right? But the more I think about it, the more I feel restrained.

This time, I was found to be abnormal. I guess it's because I haven't forced someone to death in such a long time.

What a hell of a place.

I used diesel to blow up a code member and destroyed a large area of ​​public areas exposed to the outside. Instead of blaming me, I sent people to help clean up. When I killed someone decisively and stopped doing other things, I was suspected.

The mouse is dead. Gin was impatient to stay here and get involved with the others. He waited for Vodka to contact the other people in charge of this mission to report the situation, and then he took out his cigarette box, still the same brand he had been smoking.

"I told you not to smoke in front of me," Yutani Mio said unhappily with his thin eyebrows twisted into a ball, and threw the cigarette he had snatched from the other person's mouth to the ground, almost stepping on it twice.

Even though Vodka was covered by his hat and sunglasses, it could be seen that his expression was very nervous. He seemed to want to scold, but he didn't say anything because of Cointreau's status. Gin didn't make any big moves, but just glanced at him sideways, motioning Vodka to continue asking about the situation.

He did put the cigarette box back.

So Yu Gu Miao turned his head fiercely, "And you."

He took out the unlit cigarette from his mouth and threw it on the ground. Lei raised his hands and made a rather helpless surrender gesture towards him, then put his hands back into his windbreaker pockets. Everything

was going according to plan there. After listening to it, Gin asked the three to clean up the scene, turned around and left. Yu Gu Miao came in his car, but now he really didn't want to see the guy in front of him. He just paused for a moment and turned his head and said, "Come to the door to pick me up after you're done."

The three of them must have a car.

It feels like they are always doing the aftermath. Yu Gu Miao implicitly praised the three people. They are obviously very capable, but their recent missions seem to be finished by being slid around, and they act as drivers for themselves. On the contrary, most of their individual missions are some more difficult intelligence or silence missions.

It seems that everyone knows that Bourbon and Ley are not on good terms.

Yu Gu Miao stepped out of the warehouse, and Scotland went to clean up bitterly. It was completely different from the two good friends and an acquaintance who he didn't know whether he was a senior or a friend who were all powerful and influential in his imagination.

He couldn't help but smile.

The pain in his stomach eased a little, and he didn't know if it was because of the numbness or it was really relieved. He got the key to this car when he took over the mission of the three people. There were usually some supplies in the trunk. He opened the trunk and took out a bottle of water from it.

Afraid that he would feel nauseous again after smelling the smell in the car, Yu Gu Miao did not get in the car to wait, but just leaned against the side of the car. He looked up at the blue sky, twisted the bottle cap with his hand and poured the cold drinking water into his throat.

The sun was shining brightly, and it seemed like it hadn't rained for a long time, which was not common in this place with abundant rainfall. Next to the car was a layer of soil that had struggled out of the concrete. It was very light in color and looked like all the water had been lost. Even the sprouts that had finally emerged from it were wilting, with the leaves curled up and turning slightly yellow.

Yu Gu paused, his hand that had been holding a knife all year round was very steady. The water in the bottle drew a thin line, avoiding the leaves and falling on the soil at the roots, and quickly seeped in.

Footsteps came from behind him, he put away all the expressions on his face, opened the door and got in the car.

Bourbon was still walking in the front. Scotland had gone out to perform a personal mission last night, and he wanted to let the other party rest for a while, so he walked straight to the driver's side.

His gaze paused for a moment on the wet soil and the dying little plants, and he opened the car door without saying a word.

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The Whiskey Team, at least that's what Yutani Mia called them. The Whiskey Team rose faster than he expected, and quickly broke away from all the temporary teams in an unstoppable manner.

The three of them were unexpectedly compatible, probably because Scotland, who was a sniper like Ley, didn't care about things like merit, and the two of them cooperated happily. Although Bourbon and Ley didn't get along, the two of them focused on different missions, so even if there was a little friction, it wouldn't have a big impact.

Putting three people with extremely strong abilities and not much friction together, the efficiency of the mission was so good that even Gin said it was "very good."

Although his tone of voice did not sound flattering at all.

His relationship with the three of them was not close, and meeting them once a week was considered too much. His original mission was just to assess their abilities, and the efficiency of the Whiskey Team was obvious to all, which saved him a lot of things and allowed him to focus all his energy on dealing with Gin.

Because he did not catch Yoshida Masahara this time, and he did not expose his psychological problems directly in front of Gin because of seeing his corpse, now it seems to be still in a stage of trial and evaluation.

Obviously, the so-called "normality" shown by Yutani Mia made Gin very dissatisfied, so the requirements of the silencing mission as an evaluation became higher and higher, and it became a kind of abuse of the target. In fact,

this is very similar to his style a long time ago.

Compared with the so-called evaluation, Gin is more like re-sharpening a knife.

It was unclear whether it was the body or the spirit that slowly began to sink, getting used to this cruel and inhumane killing, and then the heart was like a quagmire, wrapped in the pain that followed and sank into the bottomless abyss.

What the organization had not taught him in more than ten years, or what he had taught but had forgotten, was reshaped by Gin in just a few months.

Cointreau's white gloves were never clean, and most of the time they were covered with a layer of blood or ash. The sound of the gun would attract other people, so he would smash the man's head with the gun, his expression as calm as blood and rain, and pry open the man's mouth with his fingers, forcing him to swallow the drugs used in the transaction, and watched him die in extreme convulsions.

Unlike his previous calm appearance, Cointreau felt that both his mind and body were frighteningly calm. Only his stomach was still twitching and twisting like a reflex due to this "source" condition, causing a pain like a knife cutting.

Gin arrived very late. He was still wearing the same clothes that had not changed for 800 years. He did not even look at the corpse on the ground, but walked straight to the man who was asked to "wait by the corpse."

He pinched the black-haired man's neck and forced him to turn his head and look at him. Not knowing what he saw in those cold gray eyes, Gin let out a snort of laughter that was indistinguishable from his emotions.

"You still need one last step."

Gin's voice was full of interest.

For the birth of a monster created by his own hands.