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The place where Shirley was detained was very ordinary. Except for the empty handcuffs that were still on the iron railing, it was almost no different from a normal office.

"What are you still doing here?" Gin leaned against the door and looked at him, the smell of smoke gradually spread from the sparks in his mouth to the whole room, "The bomb has ten minutes to explode, so you can do it yourself."

"You care so much about me?" Nan Ling stood up from a garbage dump, with the usual hypocritical smile in his voice, "I'm really flattered."

But he just came to this room, and Gin came over and told him to evacuate... I still don't want anyone other than him to get Xue Li's clues, right?

And the moment Jin Jiu heard him speak, he turned his head and walked away.

If the gentleman said that Chat could not die, he would not have come to inform so kindly.

It would have been better if Charter had been blown up with his mouth.

Looking at his back, Nan Ling tilted his head and complained in a low voice, "...It's just that the smell of smoke is really uncomfortable."

And a little blind.

The garbage outlet where he was just now is the only place in this room that can lead to the outside world, and Shirley escaped from here after she became small, so why didn’t Gin even come to check it?

However, unless an adult can shrink the bones, they can't get out of here.

... Of course, a child like Yuan Tai probably won't work either.

"That's it." Nan Ling glanced at the room one last time.

ten minutes later.

The flames of the explosion engulfed the entire building, showing no sign of weakening even in the pouring rain.

Nan Ling stood beside the prominent black Porsche on the side of the road, holding a black umbrella with one hand, with a smile on his face, "How do you feel about blowing up such a large house?"

Jin Jiu watched him stand in front of him coldly, "Get out of the way."

How else could he feel? It's fried, it's fried.

The question that Chater asked was really strange, as expected, a normal person can't be compared with a childish neurotic.

"Don't be like this." Nan Ling didn't move a step, his tone was playful, "The property of the organization was lost because of your mistakes. How do you feel... This is what I asked."

Such provocative questions would come out of his mouth—asking to continue to tease Gin.

Nan Ling is a very vengeful person.

Not only did Jin Jiu usually press him to work, but he almost killed him again and again. Nan Ling had been waiting for this opportunity early in the morning—a chance to laugh at Jin Jiu.

And Gin's response was pretty straightforward.

His fist came to him almost as soon as Nan Ling's voice fell, and the sound of the wind howled shrilly.

Nan Ling turned his head and avoided it with ease, but he knew that if the punch was hit, it would at least be the result of disfigurement.

He complained about the cruelty of Jin Jiu's attack, he turned his steps lightly, and the whole person came to the back of Jin Jiu in an instant, and a small silver tip appeared from the scalpel on his wrist, like a poisonous snake spitting out a letter.

Gin's response was not slow, Beretta was already loaded, her figure twisted, and the hem of her windbreaker drew a beautiful half-circle arc.

The two black umbrellas brushed past, between the electric light and flint—

"—Oh." Nan Ling blinked and raised his eyebrows to look at the pitch-black muzzle pointed at the center of his eyebrows, "It's really dangerous. Jinjiu, your skills haven't regressed."

Gin frowned at the scalpel that was almost clinging to his throat, and the cool light from the street lamps reflected clearly on it, "...You too, Chat."

Vodka didn't want to talk.

And he also wanted to beg Zhaji to speak again, when he could control his mouth a little bit, when he wouldn't jump repeatedly on the verge of having a heart attack.

I beg you, wouldn't it be nice to let him, as the eldest brother's deputy, commit crimes with peace of mind?

What did he do wrong in his last life to watch these two fight back and forth?

Sure enough, the impression when I first saw Chat—neuropathy—was quite correct.

Otherwise, which normal person would provoke someone like Big Brother over and over again!

"...It's boring, you." Nan Ling retracted his hand and shrugged, "Violent maniac."

It is really uncivilized to take out a gun and hit someone with casual words.

But he was cool.

"That's because your mouth is too much." Jin Jiu withdrew the gun indifferently, and got into the car without turning his head.

Vodka followed cautiously, for fear that if he did something wrong, he would somehow provoke Chat.

Nan Ling quickly took two steps back.

Thanks to his foresight, the splash of the Porsche's startup didn't get on his clothes.

He watched the car sped away and pouted.

What he didn't know was that at the same time, there was someone looking at his back.

On the roof of a building about 500 meters away from here——

"—Mr. Akai?" an FBI agent asked in a low voice, putting down the binoculars in his hand, "Is that person also a member of the organization?"

Akai Shuichi pondered for a while, "Since I know Jinjiu, it should be a member of the organization who can't be wrong."

It's just that the person is wearing a mask and his body shape is very strange. He should have never seen this person... Could it be a new member of the organization?

Sure enough, the organization is still expanding. During the period of time he left, there may be a lot of new people he doesn't know, so he still needs to be vigilant.

"Then, why did they seem to be fighting just now?" The detective was very puzzled.

Although I couldn't hear what they said, since they belonged to the same organization, why did they always look like they were going to fight?

"Well..." Akai Shuichi fell into deep thought.

There are also cases of discord among the members of the organization - don't you see that Bourbon has always remembered his hatred?

But daring to fight against members with such qualifications as Gin, Shuichi Akai felt that this was his blind spot of knowledge.

He began to doubt a little about the conclusion he had just made - that person, is really a new member?

If the newcomer is fighting against the gin, there is a high probability that the newcomer is almost gone.

Is that the members who have been transferred here over the years?

That's not right... At least before he came here, Belmode and Port, the two main leaders of North America, were still honestly staying on the other side of the ocean~www.wuxiaspot.com~ and the members of the FBI there are more knowledgeable , and the suspicious persons are also incompatible with this person.

As for Europe...

The active people there were mainly MI6. He had only seen photos of a man whose code name was Cointreau, but Cointreau was a slightly fat middle-aged man, and he didn't match the tall man.

Wait, speaking of Europe...

Akai Shuichi couldn't help but recall a person——

charter.

That person was about seventeen or eighteen years old two years ago. Although he looks small, he should dress up a little, and he will look like this two years later.

The person who almost got into a fight with gin, could it be Chat?

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