My lover is this organization

My Lover is This Organization Author: Mr. Quin

【brief introduction】

(I have completed a work with a million words titled "I Play Rainbow Six in Beika Town", my character is pretty good, and the cover is my Gin Wife)

I once ruled Los Santos, and now...

Sister Bei is my wife.

Shirley is my wife.

Mingmei is my wife.

Even Captain Gin is my wife.

The entire organization is mine!

What did you say? Rum? That gentleman?

What kind of rotten fish and shrimp are they? Where is my space-based artillery? Second Battalion Commander, pull them all over and hit him on the forehead. Get off my feet!

Killing hundreds of people right off the bat in the first chapter?

Night in Tokyo.

The night wind whistled in the sky, blowing open the lapels of his windbreaker. Qin Wuque stood on the roof of the Sakura Hotel holding a Tang sword in his hand.

He was plugging the miniature wireless intercom headset tightly into his ear to prevent the rustling sound caused by airflow entering the gap from affecting the sound quality of the headset.

"Hello? Captain Qin, I'm already here. Can you tell me when we're going to start work? Oh, and who is the target of the mission?"

"…anytime."

After a moment's silence, a woman's voice suddenly came from the headset, cold and emotionless, and a little hoarse.

"Xuehua, your target this time is the boss of a local underworld organization in Tokyo, who specializes in running some illegal businesses underground. Originally, the organization had no intention of dealing with him, but the other party accidentally intercepted a batch of arms from the organization a few days ago, causing a temporary supply interruption for the organization's Japanese branch..."

"Okay, okay, I understand. So Captain Qin, you just push this ball of dung to me, right?" Qin Wuque waved his hand to interrupt.

Based on his understanding of Gin's character, he could almost imagine the veins bulging on the forehead of the silver-haired beauty when she learned that the organization's Japanese branch's arms had been intercepted.

"If you don't want to die, don't call me by that name." The voice on the other end of the radio seemed to frown slightly, "Your target is on the 23rd floor of the Sakura Hotel. According to the information from Rum, tonight is the birthday party of the gangster boss. There are estimated to be about a hundred people in the venue. If nothing unexpected happens, everyone should have a weapon in their hands, so you must..."

"A hundred people? And all of them have weapons!?"

Before Gin finished speaking, Qin Wuque shouted, "Damn it, I'm the only one here. Why am I the only one doing this mission when there are hundreds of people on the other side? Where are the friendly forces? Where are the reinforcements?"

"No." Gin's voice on the radio was still cold, without any ups and downs. "This is a task directly issued by Rum, and I am the director of the executive department of the Japanese branch. Do you have any questions?"

Although it is a question, it uses a declarative tone.

Then she changed the subject: "Or, if you admit that you are not capable enough to complete this mission, I can assign you reinforcements, but I will also describe the specific details of this mission truthfully afterwards."

Tsk, what a provocation.

It was only a mere 100-man kill...

Qin Wuque raised his eyes to the sky, took a deep breath and exhaled: "Forget it, such a small matter doesn't matter, so what do you say, I'm going now?"

The person on the other end of the radio said "Hmm?" in surprise, and then immediately returned to normal.

"Okay, but I have to remind you that the secrecy of the organization is the top priority, so you'd better not reveal your identity and prepare the retreat route in advance. Vodka and I are in the car downstairs of the hotel ready to pick you up... What are you doing?!"

It was like a sudden switch from a family comedy to a horror film. The transition was so sudden and unexpected.

From the images captured by the miniature camera attached to Qin Wuque's clothes on his chest, Gin only saw the picture flash, and then the originally frozen night view of Tokyo suddenly turned into "pieces flashing across the mirror from top to bottom", and the complete night view of Tokyo was reflected in each mirror.

Judging from the familiar material of the mirror, it is undoubtedly the exterior wall of the Sakura Hotel!

However, the only response she got was the whistling sound of the wind and someone's nonchalant reply mixed in.

"The elevator is too slow and walking up the stairs is tiring. This is quick and labor-saving. Isn't it wonderful~"

"???"

Just as Gin saw from the camera, at this moment Qin Wuque was hanging upside down in the air a hundred meters above the ground, and as time went by, he was falling rapidly like an iron weight. The high-speed airflow generated by this blew up his long black windbreaker.

And the Tang sword in his hand was unsheathed at this moment!

The sharp blade cut through the air, making a hair-raising whistling sound, and then sank deep into the outer wall of the Sakura Hotel building.

The sound of large pieces of glass shattering was heard, and Qin Wuque fell from the sky covered with a sky full of stars. He used this simple and crude method to slow down his descent.

There was no infiltration plan or escape route, but he knew all the steps in his mind.

Both Qin Wuque and Gin knew very well that for birthday parties like this for the boss of a mafia organization, unless the boss was too incompetent, the entire place would be booked out for the party.

That is to say, on the 23rd floor of the entire Sakura Hotel tonight, there are only people from the underworld. Maybe even the young lady at the floor service counter has been temporarily replaced by a underworld member.

Then, just kill everyone, no need to sneak at all!

Snow Beer, brave the world!

A long, narrow, deep knife mark suddenly appeared on the outer wall of the Sakura Hotel. Qin Wuque stopped precisely outside the 23rd floor of the hotel. Through the dark floor-to-ceiling glass, he saw a corridor inside, facing the door of the banquet hall. Two burly men in black suits and sunglasses were guarding the door. They were chatting with their hands behind their backs, and judging by their lip movements, they were probably complaining that they would not be included in the banquet.

Wearing sunglasses at night is a problem...

Shaking his head in his heart as if he was looking at the happier young man, Qin Wuque kicked the French window in front of him without any hesitation and moved in flexibly from the outside of the building.

At the same time, an invisible realm is stimulated.

It seemed to cover the entire world, yet it also seemed to only affect him.

In short, everything came to a standstill in Qin Wuque's eyes.

Well, saying it's still may not be accurate enough. Strictly speaking, it should be called slowness, just like a super slow motion shot that was slowed down fifty times after being captured by a high-frame-rate camera. Although it's still moving, the speed is close to stopping.

When this realm is activated, he is the only one who can move freely in it.

Qin Wuque raised his hand and gently pushed away the glass fragments that were slowly flying around him and came to the two burly men who had not yet reacted. In the almost static time, the expressions on their faces looked so dull and funny, and they were completely unaware of the coming of death.

A tiny flash of light flashed in the air, and the sharp blade easily broke the skin on the neck. The dark red color brought by the tip of the knife condensed into a thread in the air like ink.

The next moment, the domain was lifted.

The two burly men whose carotid arteries were cut flew backwards at an extremely fast speed. The huge inertia made them use their bodies to directly crash open the door of the banquet hall. The large amount of high-pressure hot blood spurting out from their necks pushed their bodies into the air like thrusters, and they took off in a slightly flat parabola, passed through the door, and flew all the way to the center of the hall before landing heavily.

Such a brutal scene shocked everyone in the hall, and the "old birthday star" who was giving a speech on the stage stood there in a daze.

Amid the festive music that could not be paused, the guy who was trying to make trouble walked in slowly with a knife in his hand. He picked up a golden and crispy roast duck leg from a nearby banquet table before he raised his head and looked around.

"Well... don't misunderstand me. I just want to beat you to death, or be beaten to death by you."

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PS1: This is a new author, cute and new~

PS2: Just a reminder, the protagonist’s name is not actually an ancient style name. You can log out and look at my ID, then type tears on the public screen (funny)

Chapter 2 The Ultimate Killer of Los Santos

Swish!

In just a moment, hundreds of pistols were aimed at and locked onto Qin Wuque, who was striding in from the door with a Tang sword on his shoulder, half a fried chicken leg in his mouth and his hands covered in grease.

But no one dared to shoot without permission.

You have to know that this is Tokyo, the capital of Japan and one of the top ten cities in Asia. If someone opens fire in a public place like a hotel without the boss's approval, the reward waiting for him will definitely not be from the boss.

However, if any ordinary person were pointed at by so many guns at the same time like this, he would probably be scared to the point of collapse, and the timid ones would probably have shit and pissed themselves.

Under the gaze of the entire audience, Qin Wuque suddenly did something that was completely incomprehensible.

He casually closed the door of the banquet hall, used the scabbard of the Tang sword as a bolt and stuck it horizontally between the door handles, then turned around and smiled at the gangsters who filled the venue.

"Looks like no one's quitting, right?"

"..."

But no one answered.

After finishing the remaining half of the chicken leg, Qin Wuque grabbed a napkin and wiped the oil stains on his hands. He scratched his head helplessly: "That's why I can't stand the overly reserved character of you Japanese. Why are you all so polite and modest? Then...how about I go first?"

It was as if he was wiped out by God's eraser. The moment the word "first" fell, he disappeared without any warning.

Half a second later, Qin Wuque suddenly appeared in another corner of the venue, accompanied by the sound of the knife tip being pulled out of the flesh.

Everyone looked in the direction of the voice and saw an unlucky gangster lying at his feet, with blood gushing out of the horrific wound on his neck that was big enough to sever his aorta. The bright red, hot liquid soaked a large area of ​​the ground. His face, which had quickly turned pale due to excessive blood loss, was still frozen with an expression of disbelief.

Qin Wuque, who had just killed a man in public, swung his sword gracefully with blood surging.

"Come on?" He looked around.

It seems like an invitation, but also like a provocation.

Although it is impossible to understand what is happening before your eyes, death is indeed happening.

So this time, no one tried to keep it silent.

A murderous murder was imminent, and all the gangsters simultaneously and frantically pulled the triggers of their guns. Hundreds of bullets burst out with blazing flames.

They finally understood that the young man with a knife in front of them was neither a psychopath nor an elderly patient with advanced stage of pretentiousness, but a true hunter. Just like the game between cat and mouse, the mice can only have a chance to kill the cat if they unite!

The roar of gunfire filled the entire 23rd floor of the Sakura Hotel. The suppressing shooting that lasted for more than ten seconds filled the venue with dust and smoke. From a common rational point of view, there was no doubt that no one could survive under such suppressing shooting.

But when the smoke cleared, Qin Wuque, holding a sword, was still standing there, his body intact, and there was not even a bullet hole on his black windbreaker.

Outside the two arms of the circle with his foothold as the center, thousands of pistol bullets were spread out in a fan shape all over the ground. Each bullet was precisely split in half from the middle, and the cut was clean and smooth, as if it had been precisely cut by a laser cutting machine.

Facing the stunned gangsters, Qin Wuque shook his shoulders, stretched his body, and whispered to himself.

"How's it going? Are you handsome?"

"..."

There was no sound coming from the radio.

Qin Wuque was not embarrassed when he did not receive any reply. He cleared his throat and said, "Everyone has taken action, right? So - is it my turn?"

The bland tone of inquiry was not even a declaration of war, but it made everyone present tense up. Danger alarms instantly rang in their minds, and great fear enveloped the entire place.

Under everyone's gaze, the young man with the knife disappeared from the encirclement of bullets all over the floor. When he reappeared, he was already in the center of the hall, standing between the two corpses that had initially crashed into the door. He leisurely maintained the posture of holding the knife with one hand in his pocket.

It seems like nothing has been done, yet it seems like everything has been done.

The next second, more than a dozen heads shot up into the sky, and the dazzling red silk raised high filled everyone's vision.

then.

The killing begins.

Qin Wuque casually swung the blade and chopped off the head of the gangster closest to him. He then turned around and threw the Tang sword in his hand like a javelin. After flying across the air for more than ten meters, it accurately hit another gangster in the heart. The powerful force of the blade completely penetrated the body and caused the man to stagger back several steps. In an instant, all the blood in his body gushed out from his back, dyeing half of the wall red.

Someone tried to shoot from behind, but when he pulled the trigger, he suddenly found that Qin Wuque had disappeared from the spot at some point. The bullet, which had lost its target, suddenly became a weapon to kill friendly forces, and hit another gangster who was passing by in a straight line.

Some people tried to sneak away in the chaos, but before they could reach the door, a barely detectable cold light scratched their necks. They couldn't even scream and fell to the ground, covering their necks with blood gushing out.

For a moment, the birthday party that was previously full of joy and happiness for the guests turned into a tragic slaughterhouse, with gunshots and screams rang out everywhere.

Everyone was pulling the trigger blindly, and the flying bullets formed a dense fire network in the hall, but they were still unable to capture that mysterious figure.

However, this scene did not last long.

Soon, under Qin Wuque's efficient and swift killing, the gunshots echoing in the hall became increasingly sparse until they stopped completely, and in the end even the sound of breathing could hardly be heard.

Blood was all over the ground, and the already bright red carpet was soaked in blood. The dead and those who were not dead but would die soon were lying on the ground in all directions. The huge hall was filled with the smell of blood. The only person still standing was the lonely old birthday star on the stage.

Qin Wuque strode onto the stage with a knife in hand. There were a series of rustling sounds. It was unknown at some point that this guy had put on two plastic bags used for packing meals on his feet, separating the blood that had nowhere to hide on the ground from the soles of his shoes.

After dealing with all the blockers, he finally had time to take a look at the real target of this assassination.

"Hi." Qin Wuque waved politely.

"Who are you?" the old man asked in a hoarse voice.

In Japan, the only country in the world that allows underworld organizations to exist legally, the organization he established has occupied Tokyo for more than 40 years, nearly half a century, and is in charge of all underground transactions in the entire city. Every bag of powder and every bullet must pass through his hands.