The establishment of the Time Travelers Alliance began in the first year of Conan

Chapter 104 Gin's Unbelievable! (Gin Recommended!! Must Come!!)
Then they were stopped by two American soldiers in a mocking tone.

"Hey! You two guys in black, take your fingerprints!"

One of the soldiers patted the gun in his hand, took off the safety, and leveled the sight to the same height as Gin's head.

"Did you hear that? Two sneaky things?"

"Aaron! Don't break the rules." Another soldier stopped him. "It will be hard to explain to the commander later."

"I just can't understand. These two guys in black are obviously bad guys... If I were the headquarters, I would..."

"Aaron!"

Facing the dispute between two soldiers.

Under the black windbreaker, Vodka's body tensed unconsciously, and even his Adam's apple rolled.

Their fingers are still on the trigger!
Although he still maintained that calm silence on the surface, his mind was already working rapidly.

Neither Gin nor he brought any weapons, this was the rule they had bought in advance.

Damn it, Vodka is really not used to not being able to carry a gun at a time like this——

He began to miss the secure feeling of cold metal against his waist.

That sense of security that comes from knowing that the life of the person opposite you is in your hands.

But now it is I who am threatened.

Fortunately, his elder brother standing beside him gave Vodka a great sense of security.

Gin's expression remained unchanged, even his eyes showed no fluctuation.

He glanced up at the soldiers in front of him as if he were looking at some weeds.

It was as if Aaron's taunting and the gun pointed at his forehead didn't exist.

Obviously, Gin's attitude made the soldier in front of him a little unhappy.

Aaron frowned. He had originally wanted to deliberately cause some trouble—

He was extremely dissatisfied with the official laissez-faire attitude.

In fact, almost every soldier stationed in the black market would inevitably think so.

It's not that I do it entirely out of conscience, but it's just too cheap.

How did the army get involved with this kind of rubbish underground organization?!

What's more, these "thugs" in front of the army will probably only use these things to threaten civilians.

In short, with the instigation of some people in GSSRA, the Investigation Department finally turned a blind eye to this attitude.

As long as they don't follow the rules, they will be unlucky if they are shot.

Anyway, many criminal organizations have been taken down in previous raids.

Gin had already learned about this fishing method from the information he bought. As long as he and Vodka showed their weakness—

If he tried to escape or cover up, the soldier in front of him would definitely shoot.

A cold arc appeared on the corner of Gin's mouth, and as long as he abided by the "rules", the two people in front of him would have no reason to shoot.

"It's the right index finger, right?"

This indifference made Aaron feel like he was punching cotton.

So he simply snorted, "You know so much? Leave me a fingerprint with each finger."

Vodka slowly moved behind Gin and almost couldn't help rolling his eyes.

——Fortunately, the fingerprints on both hands had been disguised when we came.

After all, who wouldn't do something completely?

Fortunately, just as the intelligence said, Aaron did not continue to check.

He simply took out a seal box and placed it on the table beside him, muttering to himself.

"You didn't bring any weapons? Actually, it doesn't matter if you did..."

He still glanced at the two people in front of him with that unfriendly look.

"Then I'd have a reason to shoot."

After walking forward and pressing a few fingerprints, Gin finally spoke. He completely ignored the provocation from the other side, but his voice became colder.

"Can we go in?"

Another soldier stopped Aaron who was still looking for trouble. He waved his hand and told Gin and Vodka to go in quickly.

"But don't cause me any trouble, understand?"

……

This abandoned underground shopping mall has now completely changed its appearance.

Under some kind of force, the official shadow makes it look brand new in this [cycle], but it is not a bright "rebirth".

It was completely twisted by the [story timeline] into some kind of... some kind of cyberpunk-style crazy scene. With the rising RSI background value and some fierce "responses" from the other two parties.

Something has changed in Tokyo, and even in Japan.

Neon lights flickered in the dim place, and the strange and charming red and blue lights illuminated the black market streets that meandered into the depths.

The air was filled with the smell of metal, motor oil, and a faint hint of gunpowder. Advertisements for various illegal transactions and assassination requests were even bulging out on the walls...

As for Gin, he and Vodka were standing at the entrance, and the scene before them even made him doubt the reality of the world for the first time.

This place is not like the black market. He now fully understands why the intelligence is so secretive about the real information inside.

It's a criminal's utopia.

On the rusty railing on the second floor, a bright red neon sign stood out:
"Poison"

A beautiful woman was leaning against the signboard, letting the light cast a distorted shadow on the ground.

The loudspeakers hanging everywhere seemed to be constantly blaring advertisements:

"Cyanide! Cheap cyanide sold! Pre-order now! Starting at 9% off!"

"C4 explosives, plenty of them!"

**Bang!**
The sound of a gunshot made Gin and Vodka dodge subconsciously, but no one around moved, as if they were used to it.

The sound came from a booth about ten meters wide at the front of the first floor.

A madman with one arm missing.

What was connected to his broken arm was not a prosthetic limb but a sniper rifle!

It was this madman who just fired a shot at the ceiling.

At his feet, RPG rocket launchers, various types of rifles, pistols and yellow bullets covered the booth like a blanket.

“All brand new from the factory!”

That kind of crazy laughter even made Gin feel a little...

A little scared.

"...Just kill to your heart's content! It's a real pleasure!"

Vodka froze in his tracks. Standing behind Gin, he clearly realized for the first time—

The Black Organization is, after all, only a small part of the dark world.

But Gin's gaze finally fell on a huge monster——

An Apache attack helicopter is placed on the left stand.

It lay quietly on the exhibition stand, its paint job still in the American military style, and its smooth black body was beautifully illuminated by neon lights.

"It has an official identification code! It can be used normally throughout Japan! Once purchased, it cannot be traced back!"

The vendor standing nearby looked like he was selling special beef.

"You can get it for just 12 billion yen!"

Gin narrowed his eyes and felt a little moved.

This is undoubtedly a fair price. It is difficult to get such a genuine Apache even within the organization.

I don’t know how they got this thing into this underground black market.

"Tsk, who would buy this?"

A disdainful voice sounded nearby.

Gin turned his head and saw a man carrying several heavy black plastic bags.

The man stood in front of them and spat in the direction of the booth.

"It looks good but doesn't work. It's locked down, allowing only the onboard machine gun to be used. The automatic aiming and firing system in the electromechanical system has also been disabled."

He hefted the bag on his shoulder, "I might as well buy some more explosives!"

Gin raised his eyebrows slightly and finally remembered the purpose of his trip.

What just happened before him almost made him forget about it.

Gin is like telling Vodka to go buy a bottle of water.

"Vodka, go get some dynamite and detonators. I want to see if I can..."

Vodka was stunned for a moment and couldn't help but muttered:
"But brother! That person just said—"

Gin nodded at the black trench coat that Vodka was wearing, revealing a sense of impatience.

"Idiot! Don't you forget who we are?"

The organization is fully capable of handling the beginning and end of the purchase.

(End of this chapter)