After COS real people crossed, they tried to cover their vests to save their lives

"It's a pity that you broke the contract."

The real person picked up the suitcase and stepped out of the room, looking sideways.

From the corner of his eye, he glanced coldly at the person who was lying on the ground, "I said in advance that if there is any trick, I will post the incriminating evidence on the Internet, except for those who have passed the prosecution period. For the incident three years ago, the police will surely come to find you soon." You talk..."

"Although the company can't keep it, if you still want your son to live, you should carefully consider what to say and what not to say."

Threatening the old man to hide the fact that he was blackmailed and not to tell them, no matter how desperate he was about the impending prison life, he pushed the door and left, and his leather shoes stepped on the clean floor of the corridor as he walked away, every step was clearly audible.

No fourth person knew what had just happened in this building located in the city center, and the pace of the real person returning the same way was much lighter.

He asked expectantly: [How is my pretense? ]

[60 points. ]

The system cooperates with the task scoring.

The real person is not very satisfied. Under the facial paralysis program, his eyebrows are only slightly drawn in the middle. He thinks that the system is too harsh because of his excellent performance: [It’s too low, it must be 80 anyway. ]

Walking out the back door and seeing his accomplice waiting in the shadow of the corner, he immediately stopped talking to the system's brain.

"ended?"

The partner's foreigner leaned over, took the heavy black suitcase from the real person's hand, opened it neatly and propped one side on the muscular forearm, and opened the lock to confirm.

The inside is neatly stacked with US dollars, all without consecutive numbers, and there is no fraud.

Close the box and ask, "Where's the bomb?"

"Demolished."

"dismantle--"

He only raised his voice by one syllable, and realized that he was overreacting, so the foreigner who was his partner coughed.

"I didn't expect you to do this. The secret line I planted by accident suddenly received information, and I was taken aback. I almost let the old man mess up the matter." The waste chess discarded by the organization.

As the foreigner said, his eyeballs lying in the sunken eye sockets rolled, and he looked at the young man in front of him whose expression hadn't changed at all. He felt a little lucky that it was this reliable newcomer who cooperated with him on the mission.

It has been six or seven years since he joined the organization. This young man named Makoto Ito always reminds him of a person...

Also unsmiling, without any mistakes.

The number one killer who is in a high position in the organization and also has long hair.

The partner's observing eyes were undisguised. "Makoto Ito" seemed to think that he didn't believe it. He lowered his eyes and thought for a second, then reached into the inner pocket of his coat.

Then he took out something that had been disassembled into parts and handed it over.

The foreigner lowered his eyes and took a breath when he saw that there was only 1.24 seconds left on the timer above.

After thinking about it, I reached out to take it, and said that I would help to deal with it.

The two are separated.

The real person gets into the car and presses F, his body moves automatically, he pulls the handbrake, inserts the key, steps on the clutch and steps on the accelerator... he walked around the city aimlessly, making sure no one was following him before returning home.

He was distracted while driving, listening to the synchronized mobile phone communication sound played by the system, and felt that this should be the last time he and his temporary partner met.

The so-called hidden line just now was sent to him after the system detected a bomb inside.

During the call with the superior, the partner emphasized Makoto Ito's performance.

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In a dimly lit stronghold.

With the slight sound of clicking, the scarlet flame flashed past, the smell of nicotine and black oil in the room intensified, and someone lit a cigarette.

It was only after I finished smoking that I remembered to turn on the light. The simple decoration looks like a rough house, with dark dragging traces of unknown liquid left on the floor. There is no extra furniture, and a simple coffee table and sofa are placed against the wall.

[Makoto Ito]'s report was placed on the glass table.

The gin has been turned through and nothing is wrong.

Joined the organization half a month ago, and received twelve orders, almost efficiently maintaining one order per day, creating revenue for the organization as high as hundreds of millions of dollars.

According to the old man who cooperated with him, this newcomer was surprisingly good at fighting ten bodyguards with weapons, and retreated unscathed.

The smoke was about to burn to the fingertips, suddenly lost control and fell, and was then crushed by the soles of the shoes.

In recent years, the organization has received the attention of the police from various countries and suffered serious losses. It is a time when there is a shortage of people. However, there are precedents such as Scotch and rye whiskey. The long-term experience of cleaning up traitors and undercover agents has made Gin, the third-in-chief of the organization, more cautious.

He called his valet.

As soon as I dialed, I heard the call: "Brother! The cruise ship from Yokohama—"

"I already know about this."

Gin interrupted in a cold voice. Vodka has been with him for many years. It is a knife that is obedient enough, but not sharp enough to use.

I often do things without using my brain, and I can hardly hear the displeasure of my boss through the screen vodka, "Yes...Brother, what are your orders?"

"Notify the new member of the organization, Makoto Ito, to arrive at the xx pier at eight o'clock tonight."

It took a few seconds for Vodka to react before he realized that he had heard that name once or twice, when he was drinking in the bar under the name of the organization, he heard that there was a very outstanding newcomer.

He was so surprised that he wondered if he heard it wrong: "Brother, are you going to take him on a cruise?"

What to do tonight is about...

"He seems to be very good at defusing bombs. You prepare a device similar to the one on the cruise ship in the intelligence."

After Gin finished speaking, he hung up the call without any doubt.

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All information passing through the network, no matter how high the firewall is erected, cannot stop the system from monitoring.

Before receiving Vodka's call, the real person already knew all about what was going to happen next.

With an uneasy mood, he got stuck and walked into the agreed place when there were only 5 minutes left before eight o'clock, an old factory abandoned by the times near the pier, because he also knew in advance that the Witch with Thousand Faces would come to participate after reading the script This mission.

There is a container in the middle, and tourists who are boarding the ship cannot be seen from here.

The real person retreated all the way in his heart, and stopped at the entrance of Heiququ, refusing to take another step forward.

[How should I face Belmode, how should I explain to her that Makoto Ito, who has been fighting since he was a child, is a bad boy, will go to the red light district to be a cowboy, and he is almost made to cry? ]

system:……

It sifts through various excuses and finally proposes seriously: [How about this statement in order to overcome misophobia? ]

The real person is sad: [I didn't have it originally, but now I may have it...]

Mostly it’s a bug from the police. In Makoto Ito’s data, there are almost no heterosexuals or relationships. He has always called gang members brothers and sisters. He is either fighting for territory, or riding a motorcycle on the road to grab territory. superior.

Can't think of any other reason for Makoto Ito's ooc.

It can't be proved or falsified, as long as he stays away from the woman in the future.

Although I didn't plan to fall in love in the past few years because the world will return to my own life track after the world merges, why do I still feel so sad all of a sudden?