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

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【Press F key to exit driving mode】

A black Porsche 356A barely slowed down and reversed into a parking space.

As soon as the engine was turned off, two long-haired men in black got out of the antique car.

The real person took the suitcase handed over by Gin Jiu, and took a step behind to wait for instructions. He has been to this neighborhood a few times during this period, although he has not followed up, it is not difficult to guess that it should be a safe house somewhere in Gin Jiu.

A place to rest and nurse gear to refill ammo.

On the surface, the real person looked at the calmness of his boss, but actually stared at the countdown approaching single digits on the light screen in front of him, and his heart beat.

He usually took the opportunity of taking the antidote to apply a mask. The poison occurred around the time of the injection that day, and Gin would give him the antidote half an hour in advance. I don’t know why there was no movement today.

Reflect on the actions of the day, and nothing went wrong or revealed.

There are only 2 minutes left before the mask will expire, and the real person must choose between "explain what happened to the sutures that suddenly appeared on the body" or "use excuses to escape to complete the "promise with Aya Tsuji"".

It is very strange to leave the person who has the antidote when the poison is about to occur, and it is not clear which is better for a while.

Gin must have not forgotten about the antidote, he stood by the car and lit a cigarette with the cigarette lighter as if waiting for something.

Although Zhenren was in a hurry, there was no opposite sex nearby, and the facial paralysis program was working diligently, without revealing his emotions at all.

The soot gradually shakes off the side of the shoe.

Finally, the gin snuffed out the cigarette butt.

He took out the prepared syringe from his pocket and threw it to the real person.

"Not for tomorrow."

Feel no pain, have no emotions of your own, machines that perform tasks.

After this period of time, Gin discovered that "Makoto Ito" had obvious mental defects, but the organization is not a charity, on the contrary, such people are exactly what the organization needs.

Since one is not afraid of death, using poison to control is a waste of organizational resources.

His voice was hoarse as if soaked in tobacco, and the strange and rare green iris had the keen insight like a wild wolf in the dark garage. The silver-haired man turned and left after speaking...

Therefore, I missed the seam marks on the face of the person behind me like a ghost.

The gin had gone, the suitcase had fallen and splashed dust, echoing in the empty underground car park.

The real person raised his hand to touch his face, and sure enough, he touched the gap between bumps and bumps.

Finally he breathed a sigh of relief, and he still acted like a full set of pressing and using medicines. While taking out the mask from the grid warehouse, unwrapping it and covering it on his face, he looked for a place to destroy medical waste along the way.

Finally, abide by the good moral character of not littering, dismember things and put them in the trash can.

After doing all this, the sutures on the face gradually disappeared. The real person's car happened to be parked nearby. It was night, and there were no people on the road here because there were many gangsters at night.

He put on a mask, and carried the suitcase that Gin gave him just now. It was full of cash and he needed to go to the black organization's stronghold in this city to hand in the things.

What Qin Jiu said just now meant that he would have a holiday tomorrow. If he had been working so hard for so long, he really wanted to sleep at home all day if he could!

It's a pity that "Makoto Ito" of the winery is off work, and "Hatomi Sanada" of the police still has work to do.

Zheng worried that he couldn't find a chance to find Toru Amuro, so he was so sleepy that he came to give him a pillow.

Sure enough, the model workers are also on vacation. The number one killer of the black organization often only sleeps for an hour or two on the road all night. The real person can't help but wonder if he is a robot.

The winery cannot survive without this third in command.

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Polo Cafe is located in Mihuacho 5-chome.

Upstairs is the Maori Detective Agency, and next door is Mihua Iroha Sushi Restaurant.

Of course, according to the system, Mingke's main line is still guessing bourbon, and the organization's second-in-command, Rum, has not appeared on the stage, and has not yet worked in a sushi restaurant.

The games at home are just dust, and the real person is almost saturated with the semantics of the keyboard. Last night, he took a good sleep until the afternoon.

A system opened and told him that Toru Amuro was working part-time, and there was no one watching him, so he hurriedly washed and changed his clothes and came over, just in case he disguised himself and wore a mask, and a baseball cap to cover up his highly recognizable hair.

The size of the coffee shop is not too big and the decoration is a bit simple, but the windows are wide open, the lighting is very good, and there is a rectangular flower bed full of lush green plants on the wall outside the window.

The real person stopped in front of the flower bed at this moment, unable to move.

After being stared at by him for a long time, the cat, which basked lazily in the sun and ignored people, finally yawned, and looked at the weird man in the mask with its jujube-shaped vertical pupils.

"Meow."

The cat meowed, and the real person called back immediately after getting the feedback: "Meow meow, can I pet you?"

system:……

Data streams cannot understand human emotions, but they have big data, which correspond to various emotional templates from changes in hormones in the body.

The system watched the host's soaring adrenaline in the background and fell in love with the matching result. After a silence, the system solemnly reminded: [The synchronization rate is 2% and you can't use Wuwei Transformation all over your body. Give up if you can't become a cat. ]

Real person: [What are you thinking!I just want to touch it. ]

His eyes seemed to be glued to the white fur under the cat's belly. He tentatively stretched out his hand, but the Sanhua cat resisted and raised its paw to scratch it hard.

The store door opened at this time, and the cat scurried into the store.

The real person touched the back of his hand that was in brief contact with the meat pad, feeling that he was not so annoying to cats in the past, and at the same time waved his hand to the clerk who came out to show that it was okay.

Azusa Enomoto didn't recognize the real person whom she had met for a short time, and it was the first time she had such a big reaction when she saw a cat that was always a relative when she introduced the customer into the store. She said with a smile, "Mr. Build relationships and gain trust.”

The name of the three-colored cat is Captain.

"OK……"

Now that the facial paralysis program is not activated, it may be that the psychological shadow area left by Belmode to the real person is too large, and he subconsciously walks half a step away without walking side by side, which perfectly fits the setting of fear of women.

Originally, a girl like Azusa Enomoto should almost infinitely fit his imagination of an ideal partner.

The real person randomly found a seat by the window and sat down, opened the menu, feeling a surge of despair in his heart.

[System, can I still date girls normally in the future? ]

The electronic voice of the system is cold: [Society will become more and more accepting of homosexuality. ]

The real person slowly typed out a row of question marks.

[I'm a straight man... have you got a virus? ]

The system called out and shocked its data just now: [You just expressed love to a male cat. ]

The real person was speechless, and began to argue with the system that the general data of human beings cannot represent everyone: [That's love!It's normal to appreciate beautiful things!I don't get sexual|desires for it at all! ]

[Maybe it is because the spell spirit does not have the ability to mate | breed. ]

The system said calmly, as if it had decided that he was a pervert.

Real person: […]

He opened his mouth to say something, then closed it again.

He traveled so far, but the second brother really didn't seem to have any movement.

Looking down at his crotch in horror, the real person started the facial paralysis program to hide his complex emotions of almost jumping up like he was riding a roller coaster.

[stop!Let's stop discussing this weird topic! ]

The real person forcibly changed the subject, randomly ordered two recommended dishes, and looked at the target of the trip who was cooking at the counter.