I'm writing a novel in Ming Ke, if you mess with me, you'll be the heroine

These days, Gin always felt that the way his subordinates looked at him was not right. He led the action team on missions quite often and was quite indulgent towards them. He usually didn't bother with Chianti, the fool who spoke without thinking, but generally speaking, these people were quite obedient.

But today, during the short period of time when he was assigning tasks, this was the seventh time that Chianti and Cohen had stared at his hat mysteriously.

"What on earth are you two looking at?" Gin frowned, a little impatient.

Chianti shook his head quickly and lowered his head, but he exchanged glances with Cohen as he lowered his head.

?

Could it be that Granburch was up to something again?

If there was something wrong with Gin now, the first person he would suspect would be Granburch.

He didn't say anything. After completing the task, he took the phone from Cohen and Chianti while they were fiddling with their phones together and glanced down.

Just this one look made him stop in his tracks.

He slowly clenched his five fingers, his knuckles turning white from the force, and his fingertips turned red with blood. He spoke word by word, "What is this?"

Chianti looked at his new phone with some distress. He didn't dare to take it back from Gin because he felt guilty. He stammered, "It wasn't us. It was Granburchila's group chat. He also sent this photo. We were just curious..."

Gin laughed in anger, threw the phone into Chianti's arms, and then looked at the two of them grimly: "The physical training of snipers is on the agenda. From today on, the two of you will go to the base for physical training for three hours every day."

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The physical training at the base is different from others. They are all extreme training, pushing you to the brink of exhaustion. You train to the maximum within your ability. Basically, you go for three hours and feel exhausted the whole day.

Chianti opened his mouth to complain, but when he met Gin's eyes, he shrank back timidly, aggrieved: "We snipers are obviously long-range, close combat can just barely pass the test..."

"What if we are surrounded? Are you going to swing your sniper rifle and smash their heads?" Gin's sudden venom made Chianti shrink his neck. He quietly nudged Cohen with his elbow, signaling him to go ahead.

Cohen also responded quickly: "Three hours, too much."

Chianti nodded his head in agreement.

"Then four hours." Gin was flipping through the chat history in his hand, his face becoming more and more gloomy, and the murderous aura in his body was almost overflowing.

Chianti and Cohen looked at each other, then looked at Gin who was full of murderous intent, and finally held back and said nothing.

It looks like Gin is definitely going to settle the score with Granburr, so they should be honest for now and wait until Gin has beaten Granburr and his anger has subsided, then they will go and see if he can plead for them.

It's so unfair, they are just suffering from an unprovoked disaster...

The group was created by Granburch, the picture was uploaded by Granburch, and the ones who were laughing madly below were Rum and Vermouth, they were obviously just small transparent people who were quietly lurking around to watch the fun!

In view of the sudden training, Chianti decided not to inform Granburch, because she was a vengeful woman!

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"Gin, have you finished your mission? Did you bring me some food? I'm starving QAQ." Chu Ming curled up on the sofa, playing Tetris with his legs crossed. The blocks on the screen were moving very fast. Chu Ming's fingertips moved flexibly on the screen, stacking them layer by layer and then eliminating them layer by layer.

Chu Ming likes to pile the left side high and leave a blank space on the right side, and then eliminate them all. This is an extremely fast test of hand speed, and it looks like he is going to die, but he just can't.

Gin didn't say anything. He walked up to him, stretched out his hand, pulled him up from the sofa and made him sit up straight.

"Hey hey hey brother wait wait wait I'm dying my block--" Chu Ming was picked up unexpectedly, his first reaction was to clutch his phone tightly. He just waited for a long strip of block that could eliminate four rows at a time, but he was interrupted by Gin and poked next to it. Game over.

"Brother, what are you doing? I'm breaking the record. I almost broke my own last record!" Chu Ming sat cross-legged with an expression that said, "You have to give me an explanation."

Gin threw his phone over: "Are you looking for death?"

Chu Ming opened his phone puzzledly and looked at the screen - Gin with a bald head, a cigarette in his mouth, and a greasy smile. He wanted to hold back his laughter but couldn't, and finally let himself go and fell on the sofa, laughing like a 100-pound idiot: "Hahahahahahahahahaha..."

Gin didn't say anything, trying to kill him with his cold eyes. He thought Chu Ming would learn to restrain himself as he laughed, but after waiting for a long time, he saw his laughter become more and more exaggerated, and in the end he couldn't even laugh out loud, with his mouth still twitching silently on the sofa.

Gin couldn't help it after all and took out his Beretta.

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There was a commotion. Chu Ming, covering his arms and legs that were scratched by the gun, sat pitifully in front of the computer. Under Gin's supervision, he photoshopped a bald photo of himself and a bunch of emoticons, and posted them in the group, trying hard to ignore the ridicule that suddenly broke out in the group.

At the same time, facing the threat of Gin's gun, he tearfully sent a copy of these pictures to the BOSS.

Damn it, it kills people and destroys their souls!

How could Gin become like this!

You are OOC, you know that! ! ! !

After venting his anger and ending today's training, Gin leaned back in his chair with his face slightly tilted up, his eyebrows and eyes cold and sharp, allowing Chu Ming to paint on his face to change his appearance. Chu Ming had told him before that they needed to go to the press conference of "Cocoon" together, but it would be better not to reveal his true appearance, after all, the police would definitely be there at that time.

He was not worried at all that Granburr would take revenge on him. Even if he was disguised to look ugly, it didn't matter. It was not his face anyway. In order to complete the mission, Gin always took it easy.

Chu Ming looked at Gin who closed his eyes and let him do what he wanted on his face. He remembered that when he first started the mission, Gin was not used to being in the same room with him. He couldn't help but smile.

He is now keen on teasing Gin, but in fact it is because he wants to see Gin's expression other than coldness.

It's not good to be a task machine all the time. People who don't care about everything are the least concerned about their own lives. What if Gin gets angry because of this attitude when he becomes the boss? Where can he find another worry-free worker like Gin who works diligently and doesn't like to eat and drink with public funds?

It’s good like this now, and it has a bit of popularity.

Chu Ming's current disguise is a combination of the makeup from his previous life and the disguise he learned from Vermouth.

Chu Ming shaped Gin's face bit by bit. His eyes were too fierce and needed to be softened. He used makeup to adjust the eyebrows and eyes, and added a pair of colored contact lenses to cover it up a little...

After working for a long time, Chu Ming looked at his finished product with satisfaction and happily took a mirror to show it to Gin.