My lover is this organization

Chapter 17: Touko almost died on the spot

The flight back to Japan departed from Boston International Airport at 9 a.m. the next day and arrived at Haneda Airport in Tokyo, Japan after about twelve hours.

Due to the time difference, it is still broad daylight in Tokyo, Japan at this time.

Qin Wuque, who slept for twelve hours on the plane to make up for the sleep he lost last night, received a call from Captain Qin as soon as he got off the plane.

"Turn right after exiting the airport lobby. There is a black luxury car produced by Pisco. The license plate number is ******. The person driving the car is from our organization."

His speaking style was still brief and sharp as always, and his tone was inorganic and without any ups and downs.

but……

A black limousine?

Ready to return the car?

Qin Wuque immediately began to make associations in public, and his voice was full of emotion: "Captain! What are you doing, Captain!"

???

Vermouth, who was walking beside him with her face mostly covered by large lavender sunglasses, saw that less than five seconds after the call was connected, this guy started yelling for no apparent reason. His tone and wording were inexplicably sloppy, and his expression was so exaggerated that several passers-by nearby looked at him in surprise.

Ugh~ I always feel so ashamed.

However, this cyber-neurotic behavior only lasted for two seconds.

Because Gin on the other end hung up the phone directly.

To be honest, this is the first time in Vermouth's history that she feels that Gin's decisive and ruthless character of killing without a word of nonsense is quite good. At least it is quite effective in preventing some people from going crazy.

"Turn right when you get out of the door, there's a black luxury car..."

Following Gin's instructions on the phone, Qin Wuque easily found the black luxury car parked on the right side of the road outside the airport lobby door. The license plate number also matched exactly.

This is the biggest benefit of working with the former.

Although Gin behaves as cold as a robot most of the time, she never lets down her team at critical moments. She will also make clear all the precautions and risks in carrying out the mission in advance.

Of course, as for how the task is performed, it depends on your own ability.

This is also the reason why the silly Vodka can still live to this day.

"Is this the one?" When Vermouth saw Qin Wuque stop by the car door, she yawned and reached out to open the door.

She did not have the latter's abnormal recovery ability. After experiencing a whole night of crazy fighting last night, she was as soft as a puddle of mud this morning. Even when she was getting on the plane in the morning, she barely avoided spraining her ankle with the help of Qin Wuque. The sleep she got along the way only barely replenished her spirit. The physical fatigue was still not dissipated. She certainly didn't want to continue standing if she could sit down quickly.

But just as she was about to touch the door handle, someone grabbed her hand in time.

"Wait." Qin Wuque tilted his head.

Using the rearview mirror on the front passenger door, he noticed that the person sitting in the driver's seat was a strange face he had never seen in the organization before.

But the license plate number does match...

He frowned slightly and thought for a moment, then opened the back door and got in, leaving Vermouth, who was still standing outside the car, stunned.

He told me to wait, but he got in? What's wrong with him?

But she understood immediately.

Just as Qin Wuque got into the car, a thick black silenced gun barrel stretched out from the space between the front two seats, with the black muzzle pointing directly at his forehead.

The stranger sitting in the driver's seat finally turned his head and revealed his face.

She has short light blonde hair, wheat-colored skin, facial features that are more of a Japanese-European mix, a flat chest, and a slightly protruding Adam's apple.

Hey~ How come he is a man?

While thinking about all sorts of things, Qin Wuque seemed not to have noticed the fatal muzzle of the gun at all. He not only sat down firmly in the car, but also pulled his other leg that was left outside the door back into the car.

I don't know whether to say that his reaction time was long or that he was brave and fearless, but his behavior directly frightened the person in the driver's seat.

Wait...that's not right?

According to the normal procedure, shouldn't you just stop and raise your hands in this situation?

"I bet there are no bullets in your gun." Qin Wuque nodded politely at the other party.

Then, in the next moment, no one except Qin Wuque could see clearly what happened. It was probably only a blink of an eye, or even shorter, and the pistol originally in the hand of the man in the driver's seat magically fell into Qin Wuque's hand. The speed was so fast and the movements were so smooth that even the man himself could not react. He still maintained the posture of holding the gun, with horror in his eyes.

"Well, Glock 17, the gun is okay, but the person using it is a little bit bad..."

Qin Wuque looked down and whistled loudly.

He put his index finger on the trigger and turned it beautifully like a cowboy. Suddenly, he grabbed it, pulled the holster to load the gun, aimed it, and pulled the trigger without hesitation.

Snapped!

The sound of the firing pin hitting the air was heard in the not-so-spacious interior of the car.

Qin Wuque showed regret: "It seems that my bet was right. There is no bullet in your gun. You lose one dollar to me... Never mind. I have enough money."

"Here, get it."

He stuffed the gun back into the man's hand, leaned back in his seat and said, "There's an old saying in my hometown: Don't have the intention to harm others, but be on guard against others. If the gun you pointed at me just now had bullets in it, you would have died right now. Doesn't it feel exciting?"

At this time, Vermouth also opened the door from the other side and got in. She sat directly behind the driver's seat. From this angle, even if the person in the passenger seat fired randomly from behind, it would be difficult to hit her.

When she heard what Qin Wuque said, she immediately raised her eyebrows: "One of our own?"

"Maybe."

Qin Wuque shrugged and turned to ask the man in the driver's seat.

"Did Captain Qin ask you to do this?"

"...If the Captain Gin you're referring to is Gin, then yes."

"Oh."

Qin Wuque nodded and added, "By the way, a friendly reminder, the title of Captain Qin is reserved for me. If you are not sure that you can dodge or block a 9mm bullet at this distance between us, I still don't recommend you to commit suicide, because you may really die... No, you will definitely die."

"..."

It’s fine to dodge it, but as for blocking it...how to block it?

Toru Amuro, an undercover agent from the Japanese Public Security Bureau, suddenly felt that his imagination was not enough.

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PS1: The efficacy of Sanjiu Granule Cold Medicine is amazing. I drank a bowl of it before going to bed last night, and I slept from pm last night until :am this morning. I was still groggy and didn’t want to get up at all.

PS2: That makes sense. I can make an animated image as the cover. I’ll study it.

Chapter 18 Shirley's Bear Doll

With the help of a special car, the two men who had traveled to the United States to discuss business quickly returned to the base.

Vermouth, who had been yawning continuously while in the car, went straight to her room to rest as soon as she got off.

Qin Wuque took the elevator all the way to the floor where the R&D department was located.

After not seeing each other for several days, his anger should have subsided... That's what he thought.

Taking into account the lessons learned from the previous few days, this time Qin Wuque did not stand stupidly in front of the security door and knock for someone to open it. Instead, he quietly hid in a corner and waited for the opportunity. He waited until a researcher pushed the door open with a large stack of research materials, probably to deliver them downstairs. Without saying a word, he jumped out from the corner and rushed forward to lock the man in a headlock.

The civil servants who were used to looking at computers all day long could not stand such a shock. They were frightened to the point of almost losing their souls on the spot. All the documents in their hands flew into the air, and dozens of white printed papers scattered in the air like flowers scattered by a fairy.

And when he finally realized that the person who attacked him was none other than Qin, who had just been sternly ordered by their director Shirley a few days ago not to be allowed to enter the premises like dogs, the fear on his face suddenly turned into extreme pain.

"Brother Snow Beer, there's no need for you to say this. I have worked so hard to organize the information..." said the researcher with a bitter face.

"Stop talking nonsense and hand over your access card."

Qin Wuque was too lazy to pay attention to him. He didn't care whether the other party was happy or not. He just clamped the latter's neck with one hand and grabbed the access card with the other hand and moved towards the security lock on the door.

drop.

Upon detecting that the correct security key had been entered, the red light on the security lock immediately turned green, and with a "click", the lock was automatically unlocked.

Qin Wuque let go of his hand and pushed the door open. He wanted to run straight to the office, but he stopped after taking only two steps. He pushed the door back and waved his hand vigorously at the researcher who was wearing a painful mask and picking up the scattered research materials on the ground one by one in front of the elevator door, with his thumb raised firmly.

"We have to work hard today, come on!"

"..."

The researcher, who was in tears, thought to himself, "Come on, you big-headed ghost."

After taking revenge for the fact that someone had stood by and watched him die when he was locked outside the door a few days ago, Qin Wuque skipped all the way to the director's office, which was as familiar to him as his own bedroom. After taking a deep breath, he knocked on the door in a very formal manner.

Beneath, bee, bee.

The strength and rhythm are just right.

However, no one answered in the office.

hiss~

Qin Wuque immediately frowned and realized that things were not simple.

Just at this moment, another researcher came over from the corridor next to him with a tablet in one hand and a coffee cup in the other. He subconsciously raised his eyes and accidentally caught a glimpse of the former standing at the door. After a brief reaction, he tried to run back, but Qin Wuque caught up with him and grabbed his collar and pulled him back. The iron-like strength of his hand made it impossible for him to run away. He had to give up struggling with a sad face and began to beg for mercy on the spot.

"Boss, I was wrong. It was Director Shirley who forbade us to open the door for you a few days ago. We were just following orders..."

"Nonsense, of course I know that, but you guys don't have the guts to do that." Qin Wuque rolled his eyes, "Where is your director? Why didn't I hear any sound when I knocked on the door?"

"Director Shirley? That's impossible. She should be here, right?"

The researchers looked bewildered.

"We all saw her come into the office around ten o'clock today. Maybe she was too busy and didn't hear me. I heard that Director Shirley is in charge of the testing and adjustment of new drugs these days. How about... Brother Xuehua, can you go in and take a look?"

Anyway, you usually just walk in without knocking.

The researchers thought.

"Well, it makes sense."

Qin Wuque nodded, and under the astonished or envious gazes of the other researchers around him, he calmly turned the doorknob.

squeak--

With a slight sound, the tightly closed office door was quietly pushed open a tiny crack by someone from the outside.

Looking inside through the small gap, I saw a brown-haired girl in a white coat sitting at the back of a large office. Her ice-blue eyes were fixed intently on the image on the screen, her two delicate eyebrows were slightly furrowed, and she seemed completely unaware of the movement at the door.

Isn't this here...

Qin Wuque was stunned for a moment, then walked straight in as if he was familiar with the place, and coughed lightly to indicate his arrival.

However, the girl sitting in the computer chair still did not respond.

Ok?

mystery.

Qin Wuque raised his brows slightly, and deliberately walked over lightly, making no sound when his feet stepped on the ground. He walked all the way to the side of the person, and took out a stuffed bear doll from his shirt pocket, which he had bought from a roadside doll shop on his way back from the airport by car, and smiled with a slightly evil smile.

then……

"ah!?"

The girl let out a cute cry of surprise at the unexpected furry touch on her cheek.

Miyano Shiho, who was concentrating on staring at the surveillance images on the computer screen in the previous second, jumped up on the spot in the next second, flew less than five centimeters in the air, and then fell back down, sitting firmly back on the soft computer chair.

There was a trace of confusion on her pretty face, which was still in shock.

To summarize the content:

who am I?

Where am i?