Ke Xue: Ai-chan and I have an agreement

The technical department of Tokiwa Group was in chaos, with broken servers and wreckage of various electronic equipment scattered all over the floor, as if it had just experienced a fierce battle.

Gin stood quietly in the ruins. His gloomy face was like the dark clouds before a storm, making people feel depressed.

He never expected that these people would be so determined to destroy their own servers in advance, which seriously hindered his plans.

Faced with the current situation, even if you want to find valuable clues or data from it, it will take a lot of time and energy.

Gin glanced around indifferently, his eyes were as cold as a cold pond, and finally fixed on a corner.

There was a calculator that looked relatively well-preserved, in stark contrast to the dilapidated surroundings.

When he got closer, he saw that Gin's mouth corners slightly raised.

Humph, what a pleasant surprise.

He quickly opened the calculator and, as expected, found a confidential document hidden inside.

This information records the personal information of some people in detail, including key details such as name and identity.

As he quickly browsed through it, a playful smile suddenly appeared on Gin's lips.

It turns out that these people’s backgrounds are not simple, they all belong to the same organization.

and the Raff Group.

This organization is one of the winery’s recent key focuses.

"Rum really got it right."

Gin frowned as he flipped through the documents, but apart from a few pages of valuable information, the rest were irrelevant, which made him feel uninterested.

At the same time, he was annoyed with Graf's guards, if they weren't a bit difficult.

He thought to himself that if these people were still alive, he would really like to drag them out again and shoot them.

Just when Gin decided to leave this place and look for clues elsewhere, the calculator screen in front of him suddenly flashed.

Gin frowned slightly, and then a piece of text quietly appeared in his sight.

"Welcome, I hope you like the grave we prepared for you."

After seeing these words, Gin's face instantly turned gloomy, and his eyes revealed a chilling chill.

Apparently, the calculator was being remotely controlled by someone else.

At this moment, a member of the brewery rushed into the room and said in a panic: "Boss Gin, the door outside is closed for some reason!"

Gin looked back at the words on the screen again, then turned and left without hesitation.

As soon as Gin walked out of the room, he was attracted by a metal door.

This gate happened to block their only entrance and exit.

As for the elevator, it has been out of use for a long time.

Several members of the winery reserved here came to Gin and waited for his orders.

"A trap?" Gin muttered in a low voice.

Damn it! I was tricked.

Graf...who is behind this?

Could it be that guy Rum?

Or is there someone else involved?

Gin, who originally thought that everything was under his control, now had to start thinking seriously about the whole incident and every detail.

At this moment, Vermouth's voice suddenly came from the headset: "Gin, a guest is coming."

"I already know. Where are you now?" Gin asked in a flat tone. The anger on his face had completely faded, replaced by indifference and calmness.

At this moment, they are at a disadvantage and must always know the exact location of Vermouth.

Vermouth replied: "...It should be their president's office. The taste of the person in charge here is really hard to describe."

I don’t know what she saw that made her make such a complaint.

Shiina Yuichi: What do you mean?

"Is your side also blocked?" Gin asked straight to the point. His voice was very low, and there seemed to be a ferocious beast hidden in his calmness.

"There are two large iron gates blocking the way out." Vermouth's tone was still relaxed, as if all this had nothing to do with her.

There was a confidence and calmness in her voice, and she didn't seem to care about the fact that she was blocked.

"Really?" Gin thought to himself. Now they were indeed in a passive situation.

He frowned slightly, thinking about how to deal with this situation.

"Did you notice any special information?" Gin asked again.

He hoped to get some useful information from Vermouth so that he could better understand the situation.

At the same time, in the president's office, Vermouth's long legs were resting on the table, looking very relaxed and comfortable.

She had a cell phone clamped between her shoulder and cheek, leaving her hands free.

Her hands were covered in blood, but she didn't care at all and continued to wipe the blood off the dagger.

There were corpses lying all over the ground, emitting a strong smell of blood.

If you look closely, you can see that these people are all members of the winery.

Their faces were pale and their eyes were filled with surprise, as if they had just suffered a terrible massacre.

Vermouth's eyes fell on a photo on the desk, the corners of her mouth slightly raised, revealing a playful smile.

The photo showed a young man walking with a little girl, but she was very familiar with the two people in the photo.

Looking at the photos, there was a complicated light in his eyes.

"No, if I must say, it was people from New York who were chasing us." Vermouth did not tell Gin what she saw.

After saying this, Gin was silent for a while, and finally said, "Leave on your own, this place is no longer valuable."

After saying that, he hung up the phone first.

Hearing the beeping sound coming from her ear, Vermouth's mouth corners slightly raised, revealing a faint smile.

She seemed not to care about Gin's attitude at all, and instead seemed somewhat relaxed and happy.

Vermouth shook her head slightly, wiped the dagger clean, and called someone else again.

"Calvados, come pick me up. I'll give you permission to call a helicopter. Oh, and prepare some explosives or cutters or something like that."

Vermouth's voice had a hint of laziness and charm, but her tone was very firm.

"Understood, Vermouth." Calvados responded from the other end of the phone, his voice low and hoarse.

After receiving a positive answer, Vermouth nodded with satisfaction and hung up the phone.

She stood up, stretched, and let out a soft sigh.

"Shiina Yuichi, you are really mysterious." Vermouth said to herself, with a curious light in her eyes, "The person in charge of Graf?"

She chuckled, revealing an indescribable charm in her laughter, "How interesting."

Vermouth stood up and walked to the window, quietly watching the armed team lined up neatly to enter the building below.

"You guys are still as flamboyant as ever."

"You're still so high-profile in every country you go to? It's disgusting."