Chapter 155 if-beast

The organization assigned new codename members to become the guardians of the sacred wine.

To put it bluntly, the "Guardian" is just an errand driver, but the newcomer sent out is a rare and excellent sniper who has joined the organization in the past decade.

Only a few people knew about this news, and since the boss didn't think it was a waste, naturally no one had any complaints about this arrangement.

The black-haired man in a dark hoodie was the unlucky candidate. As a replacement for the previous guard who died for no reason, he had just accepted this boring and mundane mission two days ago and was carrying it out for the first time today.

The new guard followed the instructions and arrived at the parking lot mentioned in the text message. There was already someone sitting in the back seat of the all-black Porsche, wearing a black coat. He was sleeping with his eyes closed, but his brows were furrowed, indicating that he was not sleeping very soundly.

Rare silver-gray hair and a white face. A quick glance in the dark environment made it hard to see clearly, but it was still possible to determine that it was a face with a strong memory point.

The guard didn't dare to look sideways, turned the key to start the car, and performed his work silently. He didn't ask anything, he just had to execute - this was the only requirement of the job.

All was well.

The black car drove into the center of Tokyo. Two hundred meters away was the most splendid and luxurious five-star hotel in the city. The car ignored the hotel's parking lot and drove straight into a hidden side door.

At the same moment the Porsche stopped, the person in the back seat suddenly opened his eyes.

The rearview mirror light flickered, and there was no trace of sleepiness in those deep golden eyes.

Vin didn't look at him. He pressed his eye sockets, revealing a slight fatigue that he didn't conceal on his face. His voice was even colder and more indifferent than he had imagined.

"New here?"

The guard lowered his head: "Yes."

"Who did you work for before?"

The guard gave out a code name, which turned out to be the owner of this star hotel, the largest real estate developer in Asia, and also one of the founding members of this organization.

Vin stopped talking. The man was very conscious, got out of the car, walked around to the right rear, opened the door for him, and waited at the side with his head down.

His vision was limited, and he could see the slender calves wrapped in black trousers, the naturally hanging white fingertips, and the black coat that was originally on his body but now slipped to the ground due to his movements.

Vin didn't seem to notice and continued walking towards the side door of the hotel.

The guard was startled, and subconsciously raised his head and shouted: "Sir——"

He also didn't expect that the man actually stopped, turned around and looked back at him, his pale profile seemed to be shrouded in a moon halo.

The man suddenly realized what was happening and started to panic. He quickly buried his head and dared not move again. He said hesitantly, "Your coat..."

He heard a slight, muffled cough.

Then there was a light, nonchalant voice:

"Burn it."

-

There were people waiting in the hotel early. When they saw the gray-haired young man walk in, they immediately put on a smile and greeted him: "Sir, you are back a little late this time. Did something happen on the way--"

Gongye Shengliang interrupted him and asked: "Did you bring the newcomer here?"

The person in charge was stunned and looked embarrassed: "Did he break the rules? I will send someone to deal with it immediately."

A faint smile appeared on the face of the gray-haired young man, but it was fleeting. By the time he tried to get any information from that smile, it was already too late.

He walked away.

"You have a good eye."

The person in charge stood there, racking his brains, trying to decipher the deeper meaning from these words.

-

To be a successful businessman in the universal sense, one needs to have a sharp vision and the courage to take risks.

There is no shortage of gamblers in the organization. The officers pondered for a night, and finally let their intuition guide them and speculated on the idea of ​​the holy wine literally.

His decision was to pack up his subordinate who had been fortunate enough to be appreciated and send him over, hoping to use this opportunity to make himself familiar to "that gentleman".

The next day, Zhu Fu Jingguang stood in front of the door of the top-floor suite and hesitated for a long time before knocking twice.

After the door opened, he keenly smelled the unusual smell in the air.

The rich, dull aroma of spices lit in the house came at him head-on, pressing him down like a substance that made him unable to breathe. After he had to take a few breaths, he felt a trance-like feeling of being drunk deep in his mind.

In this strange and magnificent fragrance, Zhu Fu Jingguang smelled a faint smell of blood.

He lowered his eyes in silence and found the source of the incense - in the middle of the floor littered with papers, there was an exquisite brazier with burning charcoal.

The young man leaned against the sofa and leisurely loosened his hands. The falling paper was licked into ashes by the flames in less than five seconds.

Looking at the ashes in the brazier, this game has been repeated tirelessly for quite some time.

His features were clearer during the day, the firelight gave his cold white face a touch of warmth, and at first glance his features appeared somewhat gentle.

Zhu Fu Jingguang was surprised after observing this - burning charcoal in a closed room, isn't he afraid of oxygen deprivation and poisoning?

Although he was puzzled, he did not show it on his face. He glanced at the discarded documents on the ground, bowed humbly, and then began to introduce himself. Unlike last night, this time he added two sentences of his own identity information.

After saying this and waiting for a reply, Zhu Fu Jingguang glanced at him carefully with the corner of his eye, but saw that the young man slowly frowned, without a look of satisfaction.

His heart sank.

...The officer who sent him here might have made a wrong bet.

"never mind."

After a long while, the young man finally spoke, waving his hand to let him leave, "You don't have to come here when I don't call you."

He answered yes respectfully and when he retreated to the door, Zhu Fu Jingguang paused for a moment, but soon returned to normal.

...The smell of blood became more pronounced.

But Vin doesn't seem to have any wounds on his body?

-

Almost the next second after Zhu Fu Jingguang closed the door, the French window opened in the middle, and the wind outside the high-rise building swept in, blowing the documents all over the room.

As the smell of burning spices disappeared, Gongye Shengliang unexpectedly swallowed a mouthful of cold air. He was choked and started coughing violently.

The culprit showed no remorse at all, and even clamped his chin and covered his mouth in a rough way that the doctor wanted to curse at him, and said coldly: "Find another one, because you think the previous one didn't die quickly enough?"

The tall man, who was nearly 1.9 meters tall, had his muscular upper body naked, and his chest and shoulders were wrapped in bandages in several places, with blood oozing out.

Kono Seiryoshi's breathing slowly calmed down, and when the itchiness in his throat was almost gone, he raised his hand and pulled Gin's hand away.

"It's really hard for you. You are seriously injured and still have to get up and threaten me."

He didn't want to talk to Gin about guards. There was nothing to talk about anyway. He didn't care who was sitting in the front seat. When Gin shot the previous guard in the head, he didn't even bother to ask the reason.

"Tell me about your mission. If you put so much effort into it and still fail..."

Kono Seira held his face in his hands and smiled at Gin, "Then it's me. It's really hard to tolerate it anymore."

Gin said calmly: "The leader of the superpowers was captured alive and is now being sent to the laboratory."

"What about his subordinates?"

“They all committed suicide.”

Kono Seira sighed meaninglessly, and his tone sounded a little envious: "You should go meet him before Jide starts his experiment. It would be great if you could exchange training methods with him."

Gin sneered: "What's there to discuss with a defeated general?"

"I hope you can reduce waste at the root," Kono Seira sighed, "If your subordinates commit suicide immediately after being captured by the enemy, the possibility of betrayal will be much lower, and there will be no need to rescue them."

"What's the difference between a killer who travels around the world every day just to hunt down traitors and a rancher's dog?"

After hearing this subtle sarcasm, Gin's already ugly expression became even more depressing.

He said nothing, his eyes were sinister, and after a while he said sarcastically, "What about you? Are you busy having a love affair with a superpower?"

During the time Gin was silent, Kono Seiryo had already been fiddling with his communicator. He tapped and clicked on the screen, and he was neither angry nor annoyed by what he said. He just said calmly, "It would cost 10 billion to invest in a hotel like this."

Gin raised an eyebrow, "So?"

"Jide's ability is to predict the future five seconds in advance. In order to capture him alive, you used the organization's newly developed ability inhibitor."

Kono Seiryoshi reminded calmly: "Although the amount used is not much, it is enough to buy ten hotels like this."

Just like people, superpowers have different levels. The stronger the superpower, the more experiments they can withstand, and the more valuable the data they can provide.

As it happens, Yokohama has a lot of precious supernatural resources.

Seira Kono gave Gin a rough calculation. As he twirled his pen, his already faint smile gradually disappeared.

"As for the man you mentioned," he looked at Gin with a puzzled look, "Do you really think he has lost his mind?"

The interests visible to the naked eye are all smokescreens, and the most critical information is tightly held in the mouth and will not be let go. Peel off the false and hypocritical skin, and the dark eyes are full of ambitions that cannot be hidden.

The leader of the Port Mafia - if the information he had gathered was true, Dazai had little interest in the organization.

Ambition is for another thing, but there's no point telling Gin that.

Gin neither denied nor confirmed it, his green eyes narrowed dangerously, and warned: "You have wasted too much time in Yokohama. I hope that next time we meet, I won't be the one to send you off."

When Vin and Gin meet, they usually blame and ridicule each other, and finally part ways unhappily.

Of course, it is usually Gin who slams the door and leaves. Kono Seiryoshi thinks that he has a better personality. More importantly, he doesn't have that much energy to argue with Gin, so he just tries to fool him.

He casually put the communicator on the table, smiled perfunctorily and nodded: "You are right."

——Last message from "D"

Gin said nothing, but his chest rose and fell visibly. The bandage on his back was bloody, and his nervous system was overly excited due to the stimulation. The desire to kill and destroy was intertwined, which aroused another deep desire in his heart.

Gong Ye Shengliang turned his head away.

Although he dodged Gin's hand that was trying to strangle his neck, there was no escape from the shadow that was looming like a small mountain.

He had no choice but to look up and look into the silver-haired man's dark green eyes.

The ends of Gin's long hair fell on his collarbone, feeling itchy.

He picked up the long hair, casually twisted it around his fingers twice, and then let it go.

"Okay," Kono Seira lowered his eyes, preserving a bit of dignity for his colleague, "you should get out now."

Every time he came out of the port mafia's building, he would stay in the room alone for a few days. And today he was really tired, and his lack of energy was more serious than before.

"...I won't touch you." The silver-haired man said in a hoarse voice.

"But when I see you, I think of those traitors who haven't been caught yet. I can't sleep well."

Gongye Shengliang pressed the remote control, and the French window closed and the dark curtains were lowered. The charcoal fire was extinguished long ago, leaving only a little lingering ashes, which were stirred by the wind from the purification device and tried their best to emit the last red.

He threw the remote control away.

"go out."

The author has something to say:

Fake love brain, real old bitch (referring to Zai)

Come eat some of the hopelessly evil Seira!