Red and black camp simulation game

5:17 on August 01th.

At this time, Chi Jiang was lazily slumping on the sofa in the safe house, staring at the ceiling in a daze. His death escape plan was almost completed after the help of the forum. For the time being, he was only vaguely guessing about the identities of the so-called other players. Under such circumstances, he was not prepared to delve into them, so he upheld the fine tradition of "throwing tools when they are used up" in Hong Kong, and after backing up the plan in his brain, he decisively turned off the ability. The forum flashed unwillingly, and finally Or dissipate in the air.

"It doesn't matter if you break a knife that you can't control," he muttered, and suddenly felt a chill, "... I will always pursue this type of optimal solution."

The snipers belonging to the unknown organization can use [hypnosis] to give them a psychological hint when they go to get the gifts later. The suit Belmode who went to the banquet at night said that he would send a set, and he had already sorted out the group. The evidence of corruption and illegality of the old orange who wanted to count him was also put in the anonymous timed mailbox, and the note and the USB flash drive were in his pocket... He should have missed nothing.

That month's mind went blank for half a second.

Thinking about it, I planned a death escape plan for a day, and if I die, how should I escape?

[You who cannot die] can only offset one death, and only 20% of the state remains after resurrection, that is to say, if he stays in the fire scene to feign death according to the original plan, he must drag the burn debuff and near-death debuff from more than 100 One person sneaked out of the high-rise building.

...If it can't be done, even he can't do it, right? You can't embarrass a 'player' with limited milk supply.

It seemed that he still had to find someone to support him, Nayue sat up straight with a whoosh, crossed his legs and continued to think along this line of thought.Since the identity of the police officer is going to die, I definitely can't find the human relationship over there... But this time the death escape plan was carried out without telling Karasuma Renye, directly calling people in the organization is equivalent to sending the handle to the door, pass .

As a high-level member of Bourbon Scotland who joined the organization for five years, he has not heard any news about Kalua. Belmode's attitude at the beginning was to cover him up in front of Gin and others, which shows that Renye Karasuma had previously put him Even if his identity was paved in advance after the recall yesterday (after all, in the eyes of Renye Karasuma, this future is his own body), it would not be known by too many people.

On Tian Haixing's side, for some reason, Rum didn't send someone to recover or silence him. In order to prevent any mistakes in the plan, he didn't talk to the other party after exchanging information in the small villa last month. The person who wants to grow up in the organization seems to know him, and this can dig out his past. However, in a place full of people, Nayue can only choose to shelve this idea, and the shelving has come to the present.

But speaking of gin.

The black-haired young man on the sofa touched his chin—this was a subconscious movement when he was thinking about a problem—although he hadn’t formally met Mr. Wolfdog of this organization, but he had already confronted (pit) several times Back, such as the sniping at the Cupido Hotel, pretending to be Scotland and feigning death under the nose of the other party... and that time in Curacao, he directly replaced the real undercover list with the non-undercover code member list and sent it back, and placed the organization inside A small group of people from abroad who could barely be regarded as a little combat power were killed.

Chijiang Nayue: ...

"Klein Pot." He re-activated the ability in a low voice, called out the player panel, and looked deeply at the upper one of the two main quests.

[Accepted by Black]

At this moment, Nayue has set a firm goal, that is, he must never be found out that he did all the above things.

If it doesn't work, after becoming a BOSS, you will be automatically recognized, right?he thought desperately.

In short, after eliminating all the contacts of the police officers that month, he suddenly found that he had no other tools to use.

He sighed, and complained to himself: "Kalua really started all over again? Obviously the level is so high..."

It wasn’t long before he found out about the level. After receiving the notification of the faction change and hidden occupation unlocking yesterday, he focused all his attention on acting with Renye Karasuma and reviewing the forum. He woke up this morning and took a look. His second profession [Black Hand Party] just unlocked is lv. 50, and some Liver Emperor players lost most of their motivation in an instant.

The police officer's side is a dead end, if you have to say it, you can only choose a helper on the organization's side.That month when she closed her eyes, there was only one person in the pitch blackness that was still clear in her mind——Gin Jiu, the only one who had the ability to take him out of the fire that would definitely be in the spotlight of everyone.

It can be said that Gin is the most cost-effective option, but if this is the case, it is still an old problem. He has to guarantee that the other party will really come to help after telling Gin part of the plan. Otherwise, whether it is Gin questioning his identity and reporting to the boss or Gin He didn't intend to help at all, his ideas were all fantasy, and as for [hypnosis] brainwashing him...it was too boring.

After thinking about the words, the player sat down and dialed the phone number for the gin he wanted from Belmode.

"..." A few seconds later, his expression darkened, for no reason, just because Gin probably didn't even look at it and hung up his phone.

No matter which world it was in, this was the first time that month he took the initiative to contact someone but was hung up on the phone. He decided to blacklist Gin Wine in his mind, and he must find a chance to get revenge. Now he still has to call again... Displeased, super displeased, make another note to Gin and let him call back!

Nayue ground her molars and sent Belmode an email.

[from: Kahlua

Gin is on a mission? ]

The beautiful woman who received the email was taken aback, then turned to look at the long-haired man sitting in front of the bar with a cigarette in his mouth, and the man sharply raised his eyes and glanced over coldly.

"What's the matter?" Gin asked impatiently because Belmode had done a little favor some time ago.

It's strange that Belmode doesn't know what happened. Although she hasn't had much contact with the current Chijiang that month, as a leader in the intelligence team who is good at analyzing psychology, she can also guess that this person is definitely not He would take it lightly that Gin had hung up on him.

In other words, Gin would definitely be punished badly, so she mourned first.

"I'm fine, so you don't have to worry about it, Gin," Belmode reminded with a half-smile and a hint of pity in his eyes, "Why didn't you answer the call just now?"

Gin rubbed the cigarette sideways with his index finger, and frowned: "Is it your fault?"

"How could it be? I can't invite him," Belmode continued with a top-notch acting skill, pretending to be careless, "You shouldn't be so forgetful that you can't remember what BOSS said last night, right?"

Even Vodka, who was sitting next to the gin, was stunned for a few seconds before he realized it. He adjusted the sunglasses on his face and said in surprise, "It's that Ka——"

The unfinished words were blocked by a cold look, Vodka shut his mouth embarrassingly.

It is naturally impossible for Gin to forget what the gentleman said after summoning them less than a day ago... No, it is 'them', it is better to say that only he, rum, and vodka are incidental, and Belmode looks He had known for a long time and stood beside the gentleman with a calm face.

"After a while, I will introduce a new member to you," said the old man who seemed to be in good spirits for some reason, with a smile. mine."

The second-in-command and the topkiller obviously didn't expect this development. Fortunately, the professional killer's gin facial expression management is a little better than that of Rum. Rum who accidentally showed shock really made Karasuma Renye's expression fade. In recent years He had a lot more fear of this subordinate of No. 002, and he snorted coldly: "Do you have any other opinions, Rum."

Rum was startled, and quickly lowered his head to reflect: "No, I just want to ask about the code name of your new member."

Those of them who are qualified to get in close contact with the BOSS all know well that although the current BOSS looks like a fool, if it is true, he will not live to be 140 years old now, let alone the recent BOSS. The emotional ups and downs are getting bigger and bigger, they only need to obey his orders, and asking more questions will only make the old man who is almost exhausted become more suspicious.

Renye Karasuma did not answer, but Belmode said calmly: "The code name of the new member is Kalua."

Kahlua, the cocoa liqueur?The three of Gin and Wine all remembered this code name, and decided to look for each other's traces after returning.

Even if it is the order of the boss, not everyone can make them obey 100%.

Unexpectedly, before he even started to look for it, Kaluya came to his door. This was a great opportunity to test him out.

Gin presses the smoke between his fingers slightly on the shallow layer of powder at the bottom of the vat, the red sparks in the orange smoke and roast the leftover coffee grounds, slowly releasing the mellow aroma of coffee with a thin white smoke .

"Let's go, Vodka." He stood up from the chair, walked out of the door neatly, and dialed the phone back at the same time. "To meet our new companion."

—

When Qin Jiu received the call back that month, he happened to have already packed his things and put on his shoes in the hallway. According to Qin Jiu's personality, he definitely wouldn't just communicate with him on the phone. They were destined to meet this afternoon.

So he planned to take a ride to the clothing store to get the birthday gift for Matsuda Jinpei, and pick out a set of 'work clothes' for himself later.

I really wanted to complain that month before, why do the people in the organization have to wear black clothes?Obviously, there were not so many broken rules in the port mafia before. Only the lower-level members wore monotonous black suits all day. The red kimono (to be honest, that’s why Tsuki admired her very much), Mr. Daimori has a young girl who changes the same skirt around him, and even Mr. Dazai still wears a red scarf.

That month, as a player whose aesthetics was online and his private clothes could be photographed on the street at any time, he couldn't understand the tastes of the members of the organization, and he didn't plan to be like them.

'Kaluya' is the one who wants to be the BOSS, how can he dress so simply?

After finding an excuse for herself, Nayue went through the settings she had just made a few minutes ago in her mind again, and when she connected to Qin Jiu's call, her tone became a little more ups and downs: "I can't think of a busy person like Qin Jiu still Call me back when you have time."

Gin, who was sitting in the passenger seat and had just taken out his second cigarette, paused: Why did he find this tone inexplicably familiar, and there was an aura that he hated the most...

After going downstairs that month, he went directly to the dessert shop one street away. He didn't want to reveal the address of the safe house to Gin. As compensation for the time wasted by hanging up on him just now, the 'big brother' of the organization wouldn't mind buying a piece of cake, right?

So when gin and vodka were found at the address given by Kalua, they immediately met the black-haired and red-eyed young man through the floor-to-ceiling windows. Dessert, with a vague smile on his lips, mouthed to them—to gin.

"Jin, Jun"

Gin is the translation of 'Gin Wine' in Japanese, but Gin Jiu feels intuitively that the guy is not calling him such a nondescript title as "Gin Wine Lord".

It's "Junior".

This was the first meeting between the two of them.