Penggli Rhapsody

In a chaotic and dirty alley in Tokyo, Gin is in a bit of a mess right now.

The hem of the black windbreaker that I was used to wearing to cover up everything showed some signs of wear and tear visible to the naked eye. Although it usually looked dull, the absolutely high-end trousers had a tattered feel at this time.

The shiny leather shoes worn on the feet are already full of mud. If Gin hadn’t spent a lot of money on the shoes when he bought them, ordinary leather shoes would not only be full of mud at this time, maybe they would also be muddy. The wearer's toes are exposed due to the breakage.

——Fortunately, this pair of outrageously expensive leather shoes, which were bundled with vodka by the younger brother, was worth the high price on the original discount list.

If it hadn't been for this experience that perfectly tested the fact that Vodka's idiot would not be fooled too much occasionally, Gin would not have found that his follower could still do some brainy things occasionally.

...It can only be said that good luck tricks people!

However, these emotions occasionally appear in Qin Jiu's mind. Under the current blockade and pursuit, Qin Jiu, who is always on the lookout for keeping his nerves on the road, can only enjoy himself while suffering.

And the reason why he is so miserable now—the way to relieve too tense nerves can only recall the stupid thing about vodka—in the final analysis is because Gin’s will is not firm.

——Because of being pointed at by a gun, he did not want to bother and desperately assassinated a young man who looked weak.

Facts have proved that there is no way to not get your feet wet when you often walk by the river.

If you do too many smooth sailing assassinations, you will always encounter several accidents in your life.

Slightly different, this time the accident was a bit fatal.

Evading the gray area, another wave of crazy restlessness like taking a stimulant, Gin crossed many areas in Tokyo that were originally safe but now have become dragons and tigers' dens, and finally came to a familiar alley on this day and saw a familiar bar open .

——Actually, gin has been visiting outside this bar every day for the past few days, but the bar, which was originally open at midnight, has changed its usual schedule and closed its doors these days.

If it weren't for opening the door violently, it would probably attract the attention of those people. Gin had already done so, but the reality is that the only option is to wait.

Just when Qin Jiu seriously doubted whether he was raped by that Li Baoen—in fact, he already thought so now, and secretly decided that if Li Baoen's figure appeared before his eyes again, it would be better to perish together than to be fooled by danger .

Before Gin was forced to re-plan his life path by the increasingly pressing gray area, the hotel door opened in front of Gin now seemed as if nothing had happened in the past.

But how could what happened really be wiped out.

Carefully pushing open the glass door of the hotel, there is a bit of light in the depths of the bar late at night, luring visitors into the trap that has been planned long ago.

...or the hunter is killed by the prey.

Gin took out his gun silently, entered the bar without a sound, and reached the reception area where he stayed a few days ago, his fingers had already locked the trigger.

"Pengley's nearest team is only 20 meters away from here. If I were you, I wouldn't shoot at this time." A familiar magnetic voice sounded from a dark corner of the bar.

Ordinary gunfire was enough to arouse the vigilance of Pengelie's team. Once surrounded, it would be extremely difficult to escape.

The fact that Gin was not caught by Pengelie for so many days was not because he was so powerful that he was able to face dozens of Pengelie's squad by himself, and he had never been really blocked before——Tokyo's top snake lives up to its reputation.

Such concerns are indeed enough to make Qin Jiu press down on killing intent, however.

Hearing the sound to confirm the direction, Gin Jiu's sullen expression became joyful with the sound of bullets hitting the wall.

——Idiot, it would be better to use the silencer at this time.

"Aiming is not bad. I can survive under Peng Lie's [Lore Order] for so long, and my ability is not bad." Unexpectedly, Li Baoen's special voice changed its direction.

"What!" Gin turned around, but failed to fire another shot.

In the dim reception area of ​​the bar, the two shots Li Boen fired were enough to deal with the danger - one shot hit Gin's wrist, and the other shot hit the gun that fell on the ground, making the dangerous weapon out of the owner's control in an instant.

And after several days of chasing and killing, the pistol was the only thing on Gin Jiu's body that could be used.

With the weapon out of his hand, Gin didn't have time to panic. His first reaction was to cover the wrist that was shot, in case he lost too much blood and couldn't face the storm soberly.

Unexpectedly, the sharp pain blurred his senses in the dark, but after holding his wrist, Gin realized that he was not bleeding.

"...Eraser｜Play?"

Suddenly, the light in the dim bar was like daylight. Gin quickly adapted to the light and saw Li Bowen, who was dressed in a suit and leather shoes, and looked like a handsome gentleman just like a few days ago, sitting at the bar counter drinking coffee. Adam, the bar owner, stood behind the bar as he did that day, wiping glasses.

"I have no ill intentions towards you, you don't need to be so excited." Li Baoen straightened his signature curly sideburns, and his tone sounded friendly.

But compared with the gloomy and distressed Gin at this time, this leisurely and friendly feeling is quite ironic out of place.

Secretly observed the surroundings, thought about how swiftly Li Baoen disarmed him just now, understood that the situation was over, Gin Jiu gritted his teeth and cursed.

"Your friendship is to induce me to assassinate Vongola's guardian!"

Why was he assassinated in the past few days? Although he was a little overwhelmed when he was running for his life, Qin Jiu always had to find a clear reason to avoid being wronged by death.

So Gin knew more or less about Pengelei and the guardian of Pengelei.

——Although I really don't want to admit it, but I only figured out these things after I was hunted down.

Rambo Bovino's entry resume is perfect. Gin really thought that he was just a stupid son of an ordinary Italian rich man who came to Japan for tourism.

However, when he was being chased and evaded, he occasionally heard the chats of some members of Pengelie's team, and everything became clear.

Of course, Gin didn't know anything about the other world. After all, the killer and Sakunosuke Oda, who used to work alone, didn't hang out in the same area.

After Gin Jiu joined the Black Organization, he may not have benefited much, but it is a bit of a pity that the intelligence stopped in the gray area and did not enter the inner world.

But the matter of Peng Lie and the matter of the [Lore Order], the powerful gin of the old Italian mafia family on the surface is clear.

"It's better than my two disciples." Hearing the unexpected words, Li Baoen raised his eyebrows and muttered casually.

"This... Can you compare with your two disciples?" Adam, the bar owner, whispered.

Those two are of high rank and authority in the world—basically, no one can match them!

"It's incomparable." Li Baoen put down the coffee in his hand.

He just said it, the bar owner Adam breathed a sigh of relief.

"Those two idiots could misfire even holding a gun when they first started. After three or four years of learning, they still can't shoot the bullets where they should go. How can they compare, waste."

"..." Hotel owner Adam.

Dino Gabrione, who was drinking tea on the tatami mats in the courtyard of the Hibari Mansion in Japan, and Tsunayoshi Sawada, who was working in the Apollo Hall of Vongola Castle in Sicily, sneezed at the same time!

The two troubled brothers who came back to their senses and rubbed their noses thought at the same time... Who scolded them?

The author has something to say: After modifying the masking words, Jinjiang can always block words that I didn't expect, and cover my face!

The training to feel the fire of death is definitely different from the combat training.

A talent for controlling flames does not necessarily mean a talent for shooting and fighting. 15, who only joined the mafia at the age of 27, has had a long way to grow!

Privately set up like a mountain!

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