Sorry, my GIN is also undercover

Night is the time for killers.

The world without light can contain blood, violence, crime and death, and it is a carnival place for desperadoes.

The black crow vibrates its feathers, and the funeral bell rings.

In a remote alleyway covered with moss, the muffled sound of bullets shooting into the human body can be clearly heard, and the life that is coming to an end before it has time to cry out in pain adds a bright red color to the heavy darkness.

After the short collision sound of the flesh/body and the ground sounded, the alley returned to its original silence.

Accompanied by the sound of unhurried footsteps, a burly man with a somewhat solid appearance came out of the darkness. The Browning M1935 muzzle was still warm in his hand, but he put it back in the inner pocket of his suit indifferently.

Although in order to be handsome, he needs to endure so much burning pain, but this man code-named Vodka is willing to do so.

It was hard not to appear on the stage as a background board for driving, and the rare highlight moments must be firmly grasped.

Of course, he didn't forget his own setting.The sunglasses that he never takes off even at night are dutifully showing his unique personality.

After the assailant turned out of the alleyway, he respectfully said to a figure standing sideways at the corner of the low wall: "Brother Ginjiu, it has been resolved."

It seems that it is born to fit in the middle of the night. Before being called out by someone, this figure has been completely hidden in the darkness, blending with the surrounding environment. If there is not a faint red light flashing, ordinary people are afraid It is difficult to capture its position.

Hearing Vodka's report, the man known as Gin Brother slowly turned his head and did not answer.

He took a deep breath of the cigarette in his hand, casually threw the unfinished half on the ground, rubbed it heavily with the soles of his shoes a few times, then lifted his legs and walked out.

"gone back……"

When passing by, Vodka met a pair of sharp eyes like a falcon, and the other party's originally suppressed aura was naturally revealed.He quickly realized that his elder brother might not be in a very good mood right now.

The tacit understanding he had followed for many years made him vaguely guess where this unhappiness came from.But he also knew that there was no need to say anything at this time.So, as usual, he sat in the driver's seat, waiting for the next instruction.

If other people were to describe gin, most of them would be inseparable from adjectives such as cruel, ruthless, deep in thought, strong in aura, strong in aura, and soft in hair.

Wherever he went, there was nothing like the arrival of the god of death, bringing extreme fear and panic to people.

But Gin has something to say about this.

Leaving aside the last weird adjective thrown in, he believes that these labels are only valid in working condition.

He is not a murderer or a pleasure criminal. If it is not necessary for work and fulfillment of duties, he will never do it easily in normal times.

After all, there is no benefit to doing it privately, and in the end, you have to be responsible for cleaning up the mess yourself, which is not cost-effective at all.

In the final analysis, apart from the difference in the nature of the company he works for, he is no different from the general public. They are all just hardworking workers who run around for a living.

Although he smoked and drank, littered everywhere, crossed the road instead of walking on the sidewalk, and ran a red light to cause traffic jams.But he knew that he was an excellent and stylish killer.

It was already midnight when Gin got off work.

Returning to the daily mode, he carefully inspected the clothes on his whole body, making sure that nothing should have been stained, and sorted out the normal person mode in his mind - he didn't want to be stopped by the property manager in the apartment Outside the building, affecting my sleep tonight.

As usual, he pushed open the door of the 24-hour convenience store downstairs, and with the welcome electronic sound, he stepped into the empty store in the early morning.

It may be that there have been no customers for a long time, and the clerk at the front desk has almost closed his eyelids and is drowsy.

Gin casually glanced at the front desk. It was an unfamiliar face that he had never seen before, probably a new clerk. The staff of this convenience store changed quite frequently.

However, he didn't pay much attention to it, and walked straight to the shelf, aiming at rice balls, which can be used as supper at night and breakfast tomorrow.

Today's luck is good, and later it will be time for this store to replace the temporary food. If you buy it now, you should be able to get discounted products.

He has the usual coldness on the surface, but he is already thinking carefully in his heart.Therefore, he ignored the terrified little clerk at the counter behind him.

The newly appointed convenience store clerk was awakened from his hazy sleep by the sound of "Welcome--". He stood up straight in a hurry, and immediately adjusted his facial expression, preparing to greet this late-night customer with a full-score business-like smile.

But at the moment when he raised his head, he happened to meet the indifferent and cold gaze of the previous guest. He instantly felt that he was the prey locked by the wolf king. Cold sweat broke out on his back, and his whole body went into a state of rigidity.

When the customer disappeared on the other side of the shelf, the clerk barely let out a breath.

But soon, a lot of news about the late-night convenience store being robbed and the clerk being brutally killed flashed through his mind, so he froze again.

Mom, I'm sorry, my son may not be able to honor you anymore.

Yuki, you are a good girl, marry someone you love in the future, don't wait for me.

……

After the little clerk bid farewell to his three relatives, six old aunts and eight aunts in his heart, he realized that the customer just now was standing in front of him impatiently, his frowning made him feel that the other party might come out of his arms at any time. He took out a sniper to shoot chug chug.

He stared at the food on the counter in a daze for a few seconds, and then raised the code scanning machine at a speed that he had never imagined.

"Here...here's the bill for you."

After stammering and reporting the total amount, the man opposite finally spoke.

"Wipe zero..."

There was still no expression on the man's face.

This was the first time the clerk heard his voice, it was a little deep, but... quite nice.

But he quickly came to his senses, no, our convenience store doesn't give up.

The little clerk really wanted to say something, but he couldn't say a word after he met the eyes of the person in front of him.

Under the tone of the other party as if ordering, he gave the other party a discount without any thought of resistance.

Today is really not a good day.

Carrying the food and returning to his residence, Gin thought so.

His favorite rice ball with tuna mayonnaise in the convenience store has been sold out, so he can only take a salted rice ball and a plum.Faced with empty shelves, you have to step into the sandwich area next door.

It's not that he has any opinion on sandwiches, it's just that the manager of this store is very stubborn in some places.

For example, he insisted on selling a garlic sandwich in his store, even if it was left every day.

When it's time to shop for gin after work, it's often the only thing left on the sandwich aisle.

Moreover, the new clerk was a little slow to respond, and he was always clumsy, which showed that the store manager's vision had not been very good.

The reason why I choose this convenience store as one of my regular places to visit is because it is close to my residence and more convenient, and the only reason I have is the great discount.

Returning to his familiar field, the man's body, which had been on alert all along, relaxed a little.

After taking off the large pitch-black windbreaker, he turned on the floor lamp in the corner of the living room, and the dim and soft light instantly enveloped the entire space.

The packaging bag of salty rice balls was torn open, and Gin just sat on the sofa. While he was carelessly handling the food in his hands, he swiped the screen of his phone.

The tasks completed today must be reported to the higher authorities in a timely manner, and a report must be prepared afterwards.

At the same time, don't forget to check the task completion status of lazy colleagues and stupid subordinates to see if there is a need to check for gaps.Then arrange and plan everyone's work tomorrow, and issue instructions on the tasks...

It's really not easy to get mixed up in this kind of company's middle and high-level position, with seniors and juniors.

On the screen of the mobile phone, there are dense text messages and emails, even to the extent that 007's social animal is shocked.

Gin was unmoved, and went to browse the latest information inside the organization as usual, to see if there were any little mice from outside showing their tails.

Then he exited the interface, tapped the screen with his nimble and slender fingers, skillfully entered a hidden forum, and flicked up and down quickly to collect some valuable secret information.

It is unknown who started this forum, but it has now become an online gathering place for people from all over the world to spend their leisure time.

Although most of them are talking about fresh gossip between the mafia and underground forces.But this is also the place where gossip spreads the fastest, where interested people can obtain many valuable clues in advance.

In today's era, being well-informed is very important, so Gin is also a frequent visitor to this forum.

He often uses it as the last adjustment of the day.

Gin, whose real name is Kurosawa Jin, is 28 years old and lives in an apartment building in the northeast corner of Kabadocho.Of course, he has other safe houses.

Not married, single noble.Now I am working part-time in a well-known international winery, and I am still running around after eight o'clock every night.

He often smokes and drinks a lot. Eleven o'clock in the evening is the peak time of activities, and he sleeps less than six hours a day.

Before going to bed, I often go for a drive in a car with vodka, kill an undercover organization to add to the fun, and let my body relax before going to bed, so that I won’t stay up all night thinking about ways to achieve KPI.After waking up in the morning, it was another busy day, and the mobile phone was filled with tasks and information as usual.

The results of the health check are all good, except that the hair is falling out a little bit fast. ①

All in all, he has been living such a peaceful and fulfilling happy life.

But recently, factors that disturbed his peaceful life appeared.

His eyes stayed on a post on the forum, and he didn't move for a long time.

In the past two days, he clicked on this post countless times and quit. He watched it change from a hot post that was always floating on the front page to a place where no one cares about after the novelty faded. Backwards.

I'm afraid even Vodka has seen his bad mood recently.

The content of the post is very simple, it only said one thing - the leader of the Yokohama Port Mafia has changed.

His troubles come from this 28.8 kilometers away - his hometown in Yokohama, which is close at hand but hard to touch.

Over the years, Yokohama has been synonymous with chaos and disorder. There are many forces and endless struggles. People in the underground world have more or less heard of its reputation.

But because of the particularity of its own world, many gossip and gossip are limited to gossip.

After all, for outsiders, their work rarely involves Yokohama when it is not necessary, and their daily life is separated from it by an invisible barrier. The truth of the news is not very important.

But for Gin, these messages cannot be ignored, and the movements in Yokohama have always been within his focus.

Oh, let’s re-introduce Gin and Wine here.

Gin, whose real name is Kurosawa Jin, is 28 years old and is a senior employee of an internationally renowned winery.

At the same time, he is also an ordinary senior undercover man from Yokohama.

The author has something to say: ① This introduction pinched it to the famous lines of calm office workers

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Push the pre-acquisition: "Has the Kexue player been banned today?" "There is no CP male protagonist, the main Conan, the other worlds involved are mostly memory killing/personal background/...

To put it simply - the original vest is opened in three lines at the same time.Whether it is the aborigines of the Ke Xue world or other players, all of them are the protagonist's scoring tools, and the protagonist is just a ruthless scoring machine.

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