Kexue Magician

Chapter 220 The Great Gin Crisis

What the hell is going on with gin?

On the Porsche last night, didn't he say that Pisk had been shot?

Pisco’s computer and mobile phone were recovered. If Pisco died in Room 404 of the old building, the staff of the Kubado City Hotel would report to the police after seeing Pisco’s death. How could the police say that Pisco’s whereabouts are unknown now?
Could it be that Pisk's diehard loyalists collected his body?

Is it possible that Gin let Pisk go privately...
But if you think about it seriously, it's unlikely that Qin Jiu is soft-hearted. After all, Qin Jiu has extremely high loyalty to the boss and the organization. There is almost no one in the organization who is more loyal than him, so he is one of the people who can directly contact the boss. one.

At the same time, Gin hates betrayers very much. If he let Pisk go, wouldn't he become the person he hates the most?

Belmode frowned and relaxed, edited the email and sent it to vodka.

However, before Gin and Vodka could reply, Belmode received an email from BOSS first.

The content probably means: Investigate whether Gin has betrayed the organization.

Belmode couldn't help laughing, the corners of his lips were slightly raised, but there was a powerful charm that captivated people's hearts, and he sighed: "Get rid of Pisk, and he doesn't even worry about gin, he is still so cautious, even crossing the bridge , and will be so cautious that the stone bridge will be knocked down due to excessive knocking."

Belmode's mood quickly sank, and his eyes were lonely.

'The joke is cold. - Gin'

Belmode replied: "Where are you now? I'll bring you a newspaper."

A few seconds later, an address was attached to Gin's email.

Afterwards, Belmode put on a human skin mask and sunglasses, checked that the pistol was fine, and left the room.

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Secret Bar.

There are neither bartenders nor waiters.

Gin sits in front of the bar counter with a gloomy face. He holds three newspapers in his hand, two of which are "Dongdu Daily" and "Nichimai Daily" bought by his subordinates, and one is "" Kanto Daily News.

Vodka wore the same sunglasses for thousands of years, his face was expressionless, and his eyes glanced at his elder brother Gin from time to time.

If I hadn't watched my elder brother shoot and kill Pisk with my own eyes last night, saw the blood all over the ground, and searched Pisk's body myself, after reading the news this morning, I'm afraid my elder brother would have let Pisk go without permission This veteran member.

In this cold and heartless organization, no one is free, and no one is absolutely trustworthy.

This is the experience summed up by vodka.

After putting down the newspaper, Gin looked at the Pisco wine on the bar shelf, as if he was looking at Kenzo Masuyama himself, his eyes were as calm as stagnant water, and after a while, he said in a deep voice: "Vodka, you What do you think?"

Although Gin didn't look directly at him like Belmode did, Vodka also felt great pressure.

"Brother, I was also there at the time. I saw with my own eyes that Pisk was shot in the forehead, and the blood flowed all over the ground. He couldn't die anymore."

"The strange thing is that the body has disappeared. I think it was after we left that the first person who discovered the murder was a necrophile. He stole the body. After all, Pixar was the chairman of a famous automobile company and a financial figure big shot."

"For some patients, the more noble the corpse, the more attractive they are. It is said that the corpse of a princess was stolen by the waiter before."

Vodka racked his brains and came up with a reason to explain it to his elder brother.

Qin Jiu frowned. Although this silly boy was stupid, he seemed to be quite loyal.

Belmode stared at Vodka. She didn't have clairvoyant eyes, and she couldn't see through Vodka's heart through sunglasses, but Vodka's reason was not unacceptable, so she smiled noncommittally.

"Bermod, you should be followed by the FBI when you come back from the United States?" Gin said lightly.

Brother, what does this mean?
Vodka didn't understand why the topic changed suddenly.

Belmode took out a slender lady's cigarette, lit it and took a puff. He smiled elusively and said, "You want to say that the FBI took away the corpse? What's the value of a dead person? Or the FBI thinks there's something hidden in him. What didn't you find?"

Gin looked at Vodka with a flat gaze.

Vodka quickly said: "Brother, I searched very carefully, even the old guy's underwear, you saw it with your own eyes."

Gin remained silent, and also took out his own cigarette and started smoking.

"I once heard that someone had a data-recording chip implanted in his thigh. Maybe the FBI thought Pisk would do the same, so why don't you burn his body like you burned his house?"

"Don't you think Pisk is pitiful for Gin, and you want to leave the old man's body?"

Gin is usually too arrogant and dissatisfied with his own style, but now it is rare for him to make a big mistake, Belmode joked mercilessly.

The atmosphere became inexplicably heavy.

Gin snorted dissatisfiedly, exhaled a puff of smoke, and said in a cold voice: "Bermod, you specially asked me to support that old guy at the beginning, but now he has fallen into a big fight, and you are still gloating and blaming me?"

Vodka quickly stepped forward and said, "It's none of my elder brother's business, it's because I didn't handle it well."

Belmode and Gin glanced at Vodka at the same time, and then looked away, leaving Vodka confused.

Ten minutes later.

Two men in black escorted a middle-aged man with a square face and walked in.

Gin threw the cigarette on the ground, crushed it out with his shoes, then stood up and walked towards the two square-faced men. He drew out a Beretta pistol with his left hand, pointed it at the square-faced man's head, and said in a cold voice, "Kenzo Masuyama Where?"

The two men in black immediately pulled out the rag from the mouth of the square-faced man.

Feeling the coldness of the gun, fear flashed in the eyes of the square-faced man, and his face turned pale: "I don't know, I'm just a driver for the chairman."

"How can we find him?" Qin Jiu said expressionlessly.

The square-faced man was sweating profusely, and said hastily, "I really don't know, I'm just an ordinary person."

Qin Jiu narrowed his cold eyes, and said lightly, "Since you don't know anything, it's worthless. It's better to die."

As soon as the words fell, Gin was about to pull the trigger.

The square-faced man hurriedly said: "Wait, I know one more thing, maybe I can find the chairman."

The corners of Qin Jiu's mouth curled up slightly, looking with interest at the guy who stimulated the potential of his brain before he died, his indifferent eyes seemed to warn him not to play tricks, or he would see his brain right away.

"The chairman has two mobile phones." The square-faced man shouted.

Gin touched vodka out of the corner of his eye. The mobile phone and SIM card that were recovered yesterday were only one, so he asked, "Where is the other mobile phone hidden? What is the phone number? Who has he contacted?"

The square-faced man said: "I don't know, I also saw it by accident."

A cold light flashed in Qin Jiu's eyes, and he shot the square-faced man's thigh, but he killed him after he still didn't get more information.

(End of this chapter)