All Heavens: Traveling At The Same Time, But The Clones Are All Women

London.

The headquarters of the black organization.

"Vodka, what's the matter?"

The black Porsche was parked at the gate of the manor.

Ginjiu, who was sitting in the car, answered the phone call from his younger brother, his tone as cold as ever.

"Brother! It's not good!"

On the other end of the phone, Vodka's voice was full of anxiety: "When I was trading with someone, I was seen by a kid! He even called the police!"

"Kid?"

"I only know that he is a teenage high school student, male, and shameless.

"so what."

"but…..……"

Vodka was sweating profusely: “Brother, that kid took a photo of me and called the police.

"I am currently wanted by the Tokyo Metropolitan Police Department."

A question mark suddenly appeared on Gin's horse face, and immediately his blood pressure increased due to the pig-headed men, and his eyes became cold and ferocious.

"Then you settle down for a while! Tell others to go and silence that brat."

"yes!"

"Vodka, today is an important day. If you don't have anything important to do, don't bother me."

"yes!"

The Porsche slowly drove into the manor.

Gin got out of the car at the entrance of the main hall and straightened his black hat. His beautiful and smooth silver hair almost made the author look like a bastard.

Gin's cold expression.

There was a rare hint of worry.

He rarely sees the boss and rarely comes here. Every time he comes, the boss basically gives him a task, asking him to assassinate someone, or asking him to clean up the traitors.

Just this time......

Is the boss really dying?

He closed his eyes and could smell blood in the falling rain.

There was a distinct rhythm of footsteps behind him.

His face suddenly became very ugly.

honestly.

He really wanted to kill the woman behind him with one shot.

This bastard always takes advantage of his status as the boss's adopted daughter and orders him around as he orders vodka.

I really don't understand where this guy's hostility towards me comes from.

He had no choice but to endure it.

Of course, Gin would never admit that he was still a little afraid of her deep in his heart.

Impossible to admit it!

My gin is also good!

Miyano Shiho stood behind him, showing the standard villain smile that Gin would show every time he thought of Shirley in the anime.

“Ah~~~gin!

"You don't seem happy? Why, Vodka won't let you go to bed?"

"snort!"

He couldn't fight anymore.

Standing here can only bear the other party's poisonous tongue.

Ginjiu snorted coldly and walked in first without looking back.

Gin is probably one of the few people in the organization who is doing serious work.

Miyano Shiho looked at his back, thinking deeply.

Remember when the black organization officially entered the eyes of the audience, how impressive was it?

Which of the members inside does not possess unique skills?

Even if he has no ability and can only act as a funny vodka, he still has the unique skill of driving.

But after entering the middle of the story.

Especially after the theatrical versions were released, the impression the black organization gave the audience was getting worse every year.

There are too many undercover agents!

It feels like as long as it is an intelligence organization, an undercover agent can be inserted into it. FBI, CIA, MI6, Japanese Public Security... Which of you didn't insert an undercover agent in it? The CIA even had a double hole in one shot, and it was two in one! If Miyano Shiho hadn't been a high-ranking official himself, Miyano Shiho would have suspected that the black-clad Is the organization deliberately formed by the intelligence agencies of various countries to defraud activities of funds? Over the years, she has observed it carefully.

Any member with a code name is either a bastard or a bastard.

Except for Gin, it seems that the only one who is working hard is herself, and Belmont is either acting in North America or raping her little angel in the Far East."

Bourbon works four jobs by himself, and is given the nickname Mihua as a part-time job as the Little Prince. Occasionally, he takes time out to attend lectures at Kogoro Mori's lectures.

Cohen?

Chianti?

These two useless snipers, one is Meng Gourd, and the other is a grumpy punk lady. When sniping, they want to stuff the barrel of the gun into the other person's mouth.

It's useless at the critical moment, so I suggest they fight Bourbon.

As for Rum, the second in command of the organization...

Their main focus is the struggle for power and image, so they like to give it the title "Lang Paopao".

Especially after recovering all memories.

Miyano Shiho only felt that it was a bit of a waste of talent for him not to play in Tieba.

Original 1108 paintings.

"Shut up, this sniper target is very important! Because she heard my voice seventeen years ago!"

"Someone has noticed this way, just leave now!"

"No, there are still some problems at the scene, let's go back!"

"As expected of Haneda Koji... No, the police are coming, let's leave quickly!"

"That man has a problem, chase him with the car!"

"There are too many people watching, and the police are coming! Let's retreat first!"

What a big deal, Karasuma Renye almost exploded.

This is not a mistake.

This is a war criminal!

His operation is no longer pulling, it is loosening!

"Strange, why don't you see Rum?"

I had some guesses in my mind.

After Miyano Shiho nodded slightly to Pisco guarding the door, he slowly walked into a quiet room and saw Renya Karasuma on the hospital bed.

A white curtain hangs beside the window.

There were no lights on, so the room seemed a little dark.

Tall pillows were piled on the headboard of the lacquered gold bed, and an old man with an old face was reclining on the pillow.

It was an old man who was overweight.

He has a nose as sharp as an aquiline, long hair on the back of his head, and a mixed and deep face.

This is Karasuma Renya.

This is the boss of the black organization.

Beside the bed sat Belmode's slim figure, and the blond-haired Witch with a Thousand Faces held the old man's hand on the bedside: Boss, Shirley is here. "

…Please give me flowers…

Miyano Shiho slowly walked forward and stood beside the bed.

He bowed sincerely to the old man on the bed.

This gift is not to respect the other person's identity, but to respect the kindness he has given to his upbringing.

She called out softly: "Father."

The old man's cloudy eyes suddenly burst into a soul-stirring brilliance.

He stared at Shibao: "Hoho, you have never called me father in these years."

"..."

"I know that you have always complained about me, and I also know that even though you were only a few years old at the time, you remember that incident deeply.

"I think that even if I can hold on for a while, I may die in your hands, and many people will die by then, so... I might as well die early.'

Miyano Shiho remained silent.

"..."

After speaking for such a long time, Karasuma Renye started to cough. The medical staff on the side gently helped him up and stroked his back to calm his breathing.

.....0......

The old man looked at the girl softly: "Shirley, I have been thinking about what kind of person I would be in your eyes, cold-blooded, hypocritical, hypocritical, hypocritical... In fact, there is nothing wrong with these.

"No, I wish.

Miyano Shiho sighed: "In my eyes now, you are just an ordinary old man."

"really?"

"really..………"

There was a satisfied smile in his eyes. After giving a few instructions to Belmode, he slowly closed his eyes and passed away.

died.

A faint sadness flashed in Miyano Shiho's eyes.

To be fair, the reason why she has been able to grow up smoothly over the years and grow to a level that is countless times more powerful than the original work is that the other party has helped her a lot.

Every time he saw him, the old man tried to show kindness and tenderness.

In the past, I always felt that he was pretending.

Thinking back now, he may indeed have the kind of love between a grandson and a grandson towards him.

And this kind of kindness.

Coming from some deeper guilt.

"Mr. Karasuma has passed away. Please express your condolences."

The middle-aged doctor took off his glasses.

He wiped the tears from his eyes with the back of his gloved hand.

He looked sad and humble: "Hey, everyone, please allow me to leave temporarily."

"Doctor, I have thanked you for taking care of him these past few years.

Belmod's eyes were slightly red: "Please..."

The doctor came to the door.

Half of that face was sad, and the other half was smiling strangely.

Indescribably weird.

In the weirdness, there is a bad taste that the world cannot understand.

However, a "wait a minute" caused his bad taste to appear directly on his face.

Miyano Shiho stared at him expressionlessly: "Where do you want to go, my father? Or rather, the real Mr. Renya Karasuma?"

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