Conan and I start the hell-level main line

[Gather at Base No. 2 tomorrow—Gin]

Still the familiar training room

Scotland looked seriously at the email sent by Gin on the organization's special mobile phone.

"Teacher Scotland, are we going on a mission?" Natsume Xing asked, holding the smoking gun in his sore hands.

"Ah."

I have carried out several missions with Scotland these days. Actual combat is the best way to grow.

"Then I want to go too, Scottish teacher." Natsume Xing was a little excited. After all, he could only use real guns during missions. The guns in the training room were all imitation half-real guns, and they always felt a little weird.

"Okay." Scotland didn't refuse.

……

The next day

Natsume Xing and Scotland came to the organization's Base No. 2.

Base No. 2 is the organization's action group base, which is different from Base No. 6 which is essentially a training ground.

Only codename members and peripheral members who carry out organizational tasks can join Base No. 2, which is the organization's operational department.

Of course, it is said to be Qin-chan's main refresh point.

Scotland and Natsume Xing successively entered the meeting room where the organization members gathered in Base No. 2.

In the conference room, Gin sat in the main seat with his legs crossed, his long golden hair draped over his shoulders and his arms folded, like an unparalleled emperor sitting on the throne, looking down at all living beings. He was holding a cigarette in his mouth, and his whole body exuded an indomitable sense of oppression.

6. Is this the real Gin? I was overwhelmed by the oppressive feeling before I even saw him.

Vodka was sorting documents on a table, feeling oblivious.

On the sofa next to them, Cohen and Chianti sat side by side, cleaning their beloved rifles.

There was a Bourbon standing in the corner with his eyes closed, looking as if nothing had to do with him.

"Is everyone here?" Gin turned his head, his lowered hat and tall collar only revealed his terrifying eyes that seemed to have been extremely cold for ten thousand years, as if he was a lone wolf determined to eat up all his prey.

"Huh? Who is this!" Gin stared at Natsume Hoshi beside Scotland.

Natsume Xing felt a shiver, what a terrible breath!

"This is my student, peripheral member No. 0572. He is quite capable and will not hold us back if we are on a mission." Scotland explained. Looking at Gin's murderous eyes, Scotland felt a little uncomfortable. Is this the top killer of the organization? He really lives up to his reputation.

Gin looked at Natsume Hoshi carefully and seemed to remember something.

"You can go, Scotland, but just keep this kid under control and don't hold us back." Gin ignored them and continued smoking.

Huh? Gin actually agreed? Scotland glanced at Natsume Hoshi.

"Gin, I feel like my rifle can't contain its excitement anymore when I tell it what the mission is." Chianti was still as carefree as ever.

Gin rolled his eyes at the crazy woman and said, "Vodka, announce the mission." Gin didn't seem to want to say much.

Sure enough, the real Gin is the one who is ruthless and doesn't talk much.

"During this period, the Guiyan Gang dared to inquire about the organization's intelligence everywhere and even made moves on the organization's members. They were extremely dishonest. The organization took into consideration the threat posed by this force. Not long ago, our intelligence team successfully found the lair of this force. Therefore, the superiors ordered us to teach a lesson to these dogs who dared to bite their masters." Vodka said coldly.

"The Guiyan Gang? They are the force that the group of people who killed the original owner belong to! Has the organization finally started to take revenge?" Natsume Xing's expression was cold. The Guiyan Gang was also his target of revenge. Coincidentally, the opportunity finally came.

"The headquarters of the Guiyan Gang is located in a mansion on the outskirts of Tokyo." Vodka said, taking out a map and pointing to a location.

Gin stood up and walked to the map.

“Chianti is here, Cohen is here, Scotland is here.”

Gin pointed to three places on the map and began to arrange them.

"Vodka and I will invade the mansion head-on and plant the bomb. You three will be responsible for covering them. Bourbon, you provide support nearby. Don't let those bastards get away." Gin had a crazy smile on his face, as if he was sure of victory.

"Yes!"