Sorry, my GIN is also undercover

Gin held a small iron box dedicated to the research institute in his hand, and was on his way to meet that gentleman.

Except for the BOSS and those researchers who were still working hard at the last moment, no one knew what was actually contained in the designated small iron box.

The gentleman repeatedly emphasized that it must be kept carefully, this is one of the key items he used to start the countercurrent plan in advance.

The so-called countercurrent plan is actually to practice the ultimate goal of the organization.

BOSS wants to be the one who dominates the direction of the world, so that his body can be revived and his spirit is immortal.

The gentleman wanted to use this plan as the trump card for the final comeback.

"It is indeed a bit hasty, but after all, it has been prepared for such a long time, so I can only use it to gamble."

Although the boss's voice was still calm when the crisis came, it was not difficult to hear the tension and anger underneath.

The location he gave was an annex in the suburbs.

Gin got off the car outside this somewhat gloomy-looking annex, stepped across a barren grassland, and pushed open the creaking heavy gate.

The inside of the gate is actually a bit dilapidated, but if you look carefully, you can find the once magnificent and magnificent shadow here.

The decoration inside also has a certain age, but it is not outdated, but presents a style that has accumulated over time.

Maybe that gentleman is still quite nostalgic?

The long-haired man walked straight through the corridor on the right, passed through two separate doors, and entered a study.

Change the second book from the left on the third row of the bookcase against the wall to the fourth and fifth book from the right in the first row...

Finally, I came to the stagnant old-fashioned desk clock, twisted the mainspring, and moved the pointer to the twelve o'clock position.

"When - when - when -"

With the swing of the pendulum, a long and heavy bell rang, and the bookcase that had just been reorganized was pulled from the middle to the two sides, and a deep passage appeared in front of Gin.

He paused for a moment, then stepped on the steps leading deeper.

Hidden under the annex seems to be another world.

It is not cramped and dark like many basements or secret passages, but elegant and full of technology and mechanical style.

The silvery white on the wall reflects luster, and the sharp and smooth steel gives people a cold feeling.

The overall space occupied is also invisible at a glance.

To describe it properly, it is better to say that another annex was dug under the upper one.

There are not many people to be seen here, but all of them are wearing white protective clothing, which is so tightly covered that people can't see their faces clearly.

Their footsteps were very light, and when they met on the road, they didn't speak or greet each other, they just bowed their heads in silence and walked towards their destination.

Even if it was himself, a stranger in black who didn't fit in with them, no one cast extra eyes on him.

Silent, lifeless, white.

This is the first impression of this underground annex to Gin.

The people passing by are like robots whose every move has been programmed.

They are presumably researchers.

Gin judged this from the clothes and behavior of these people.

But it is different from the researchers in the organization, with a subtle difference that cannot be explained.

If you want to describe it in words, the researchers here are more like the private army that is separated from the organization and belongs to that gentleman.

After a series of complicated verifications, the door that determined the final outcome finally opened slowly in the eyes of the long-haired man.

In the room filled with various unknown instruments, the gentleman was sitting in the middle.

His clothes and gray hair were meticulously groomed.Only the breathing mask on the face tells the weakness and powerlessness of the owner of this body.

Beside that gentleman stood a man who looked like a deacon. He was also not young, but he was obviously energetic and his back was straight.

This deacon has nothing to do with the organization, it belongs to that gentleman's private army, and he is probably responsible for taking care of the boss's daily life.

Gin took a hasty glance and made a judgment.

On the surface, he saluted the sitting old man without any hesitation.

"It's an honor to meet you."

"I've got what you asked for."

"Put the weapon outside the door."

The deacon next to the boss spoke.

Gin took a look at the gentleman, and saw that the other party had no intention of speaking, so he obediently handed over his Bo/Lei/Ta.

The moment he stepped through the door, he keenly felt something invisible swept over his body.

Is it to check whether there are still hidden weapons on the body?

Mr. Killer took two steps forward calmly, took the initiative to keep a safe distance from that gentleman, and then took out that crucial small iron box.

"Boss..."

He handed it in the direction of the gentleman.

"very good……"

It was the first time for Gin to hear that gentleman's real voice, and his old voice revealed undisguised appreciation.

He motioned to the old man beside him to take the small iron box, and said slowly: "After the countercurrent plan is launched, you will be responsible for protecting my safety outside this room. When those pesky hyenas recede, we will temporarily Transfer to America."

"Also, Belmode doesn't know why he can't get in touch."

"Pay attention to her movements."

"Fortunately, the control is still on my side..."

"boom--"

Just when the deacon-looking old man walked in front of Qin Jiu, the long-haired man suddenly jumped up, grabbed the deacon's wrist with his right hand and knocked him down forcefully.

This is an opportunity that couldn't have been better.

While restraining the deacon with his hand, Gin turned into another gun from his coat pocket by taking advantage of the cover of the other party's body——

It was he who smuggled in with a box, and shot a fatal bullet in the blind spot of the gentleman's line of sight.

With the level of caution of organizing the BOSS in black, it is not difficult to predict this step.

All this happened in the blink of an eye.

Qin Jiu didn't think that gentleman had such a fast reaction speed, even if he saw it, he couldn't dodge it.

But that deacon's strength was surprisingly strong, even if he was knocked down, he would still grab the killer fiercely, forcing the bullet to deflect the angle at the moment it came out of the chamber.

The gentleman did not dodge, and was hit, and the impact caused the swivel chair he was sitting on to retreat a few steps.

Even after seeing this scene, there was no joy on Gin's expression.

Because experience told him that the gentleman didn't look like he was actually hurt.

Combine everything you've seen on your way in.Even if he was told that this old man used high technology to build a thick turtle shell on his body, he would not be surprised at all.

Rather, maxing out the defense value is exactly the style of that gentleman.

Fortunately, this was not unexpected.

Before the gentleman showed anger and disbelief at being suddenly backstabbed by a subordinate he trusted, bullets were chased one after another in front of him.

And the places to aim are the positions where the defense cannot be added too thickly.

Even if you don't suffer any substantial damage, you will still be embarrassed if you are continuously repelled.

The gentleman flushed a little—more likely from anger than injury.

However, this anger can't be released yet, because the person who made him angry is approaching him.

Gin isn't one to play by the rules of turn-based combat.

After missing a hit, he didn't give the gentleman a chance to speak or express his emotions, but he pursued decisively without saying a word, making the other party unable to speak.

By the way, keep increasing the distance from the boss—after all, it can't be too long.

That gentleman himself has no force value, but the technology tree of his subordinates is full. Who knows how many weird mechanisms the other party has installed in this room.

We can't leave a gap for him to activate the mechanism, and can only use uninterrupted attacks to control his actions.

Just when the gin was about to reach that gentleman, he paused, and then quickly dodged to the side.

Killers trained on the edge of life and death are very sensitive to certain aspects. In a critical moment, they often choose to trust their first instincts.

Facts have proved that Gin was right to give up the opportunity to attack and follow the judgment of instinct - a bullet went through the side of his trench coat.

If it wasn't for his quick flash, it would be himself who was penetrated.

"I'm afraid you can't contact Belmode." A smiling voice sounded, "Myboss-"

He was answering what the gentleman told him just before Gin turned his face.

The hard-soled boots casually made a non-rhythmic but pleasant sound on the floor, and the visitor hummed a few tunes happily.

The gun in his hand hung on his index finger and turned around casually, then bent down and saluted the old man inside.

"Charterer...how did you find this place?"

Gin frowned.

The frown was not because of Chartler's sudden appearance, but because of the image of the other party at the moment.

The man was covered in blood, not only was his clothes soaked, but his face was also splattered with blood.

Perhaps most of it was other people's blood, but judging by Qin Jiu's eyesight, the other party was also seriously injured.

But even so, he kept smiling, humming the tune, as if he might tap dance in place at any time.

"Let me guess... Do you think Green found out the location and told me?" Chartler turned his head to the long-haired man, "But it's a pity—"

"This time, Ms. Belmode provided the information."

"Belmode?"

But Chartler did not answer Gin's question, but instead invited the other party: "Gin, it's the end, do you want to be my opponent?"

"I'm looking forward to it."

When he said this, there was a bit of excitement and trembling in his expression and voice.

Then before Qin Jiu could speak, he raised his hand and shot.

There is absolutely no option for invitees to decline.

"Then let me start."

Facing Chartler's nervousness, Gin didn't show disgust as usual, but maintained a calm attitude.

During the other party's provocation, he took the time to glance back, confirming that the gentleman would not be able to run too far in a short time, and then seriously turned in Chartler's direction.

"It's really the first time to fight head-to-head."

"I'm in a hurry, let's make a quick decision."

For this former colleague, the long-haired killer still did not hesitate to strike.

"Don't you find it ironic?"

"In the organization, the lunatic who used to be free and self-confident has become the last barrier in front of the organization's boss."

"I'll probably never understand your thoughts."

"But I don't need to understand."

Chartler supported the iron cabinet by the door, turned over and easily avoided the attack, and landed lightly behind the shelter.

It may be that the movement was too big, which opened the wound, and he let out a short breath.But this didn't affect his answering the question about gin as usual.

"That gentleman has provided me with countless playgrounds, and I have indeed gained a lot of happiness in this organization."

"Even a person like me will uphold his own unique aesthetics."

"Because the process of upholding aesthetics is itself a joyful thing, isn't it?"

But after a pause, he added.

"Of course that's only part of it."

"I always like lively places, and this is the center of it."

"This is not in vain for my hard work to come here from Belmode."

"This is the place I chose."

"And Gin, you are my chosen opponent."

"Really?" The long-haired man's cold voice sounded, "Even if everything here is chosen by you..."

"But you still talk too much today."

While saying this sentence, Gin quietly moved to the door.

The pistol/gun that had been used for fighting had been transferred to the man's right hand at some point.

The moment he fired a shot to attract Chartrell's attention, his left hand quickly stretched out the door, and touched the Bo/Lai/Ta that the boss asked to hand over at the beginning into his palm.

Immediately afterwards, the muzzle was raised and the trigger pulled.

The outcome of this battle was doomed from the very beginning.

Under normal conditions, Chartler might not be able to beat Gin, not to mention that before he came here today, he had gone through several rounds of fighting and was injured.

After the short battle, Gin put away his two guns expressionlessly, and did not take another look at the opponent.Instead, he shifted his sight to a deep black hole inside the room.

During the time when he was trapped by Chartler, that gentleman seemed to have taken the opportunity to open the secret passage in the room to escape.

Time has not passed for a long time, and it is still too late to catch up.

It is worth mentioning that during the melee just now, the deacon who had fainted woke up.

He also snatched the small iron box from the research institute for the BOSS from the long-haired killer while Gin was busy dealing with Chartler.

Of course, as a price, this loyal deacon was hit by a stray bullet in the battle and fell into eternal sleep.

It seems that the small iron box that the deacon took desperately was also taken by that gentleman.

When the BOSS opened the secret passage, Gin didn't miss it.But because of Chartler's obstruction, he couldn't directly go forward to pursue him.

He could only lift the body of Mr. Faithful Deacon with one kick and kick it to the entrance of the secret passage to prevent the entrance from being completely closed.

Now that the matter here is over, the long-haired man didn't stay any longer, and hurried to the secret passage.

The underground base, which has experienced a lot of chaos, has returned to dead silence with the departure of the rebellious Mr. Killer.

Chartler, who was lying on the ground unable to move, turned his head sideways, quietly watching the bright red blood flow out of his body, and gradually accumulated into a small pool with other people's blood.

He coughed a few times, then leaned over and rubbed against his face, staining the whole half of his face red.

"Red Dragonfly in the sunset, please tell me, when I met you when I was a child, when was that day?"..."

Chartrell heard a soft humming sound from the passage outside.

The voice was a little clearer than his own.

Accompanied by this distant tune, there are unhurried footsteps walking towards this side.

Soon, it stopped in front of him.

"How does it feel to be in the middle of the action?"

The person who came was wearing a white shirt and black trousers, which is very common, with a pair of glasses on his gentle face, and his left hand was casually inserted in his trouser pocket, like a college student that can be seen everywhere.

The premise is to ignore the G/L/G in his right hand.

Green looked down at the man lying in a pool of blood, with neither joy nor sadness on his face.

Hearing the other party's question, Chartrell raised a smile, and laughed twice with some effort.

"It could not be better."

"Thanks for calling me back, otherwise I would have missed such a splendid and grand closing ceremony."

"If you miss this time, you probably won't have it again for the rest of your life."

"You're welcome, no matter how I push, coming here is ultimately your own choice."

Green pushed his glasses back.

"But you can guess that too."

Green didn't answer.

He changed the subject: "The police are coming here soon, they will send you to the nearest hospital for emergency treatment, and then..."

The tall man on the ground rarely frowned childishly, with disgust written all over his face, he directly interrupted the other party's words.

"I do not want……"

"Arrested by the police, tried in court, put in jail or something..."

"You know that too, don't you?"

"Yeah, I know."

"So I'll call you back initially."

Greene conceded emphatically.

"And now, that's exactly why I'm here."

"Don't worry, it will be the most splendid fireworks in the end."

The gentle man raised the G/L/K in his hand, and pointed the gun firmly at the people underground.

"You will be free forever."

He pulled the trigger.

"Have gooddream, my dear fri...