My lover is this organization

She held her cheeks with her hands, and her every move and gesture exuded the air of a married woman.

"...Speak." The girl's voice was still cold, but there was a hint of helplessness in her tone that was barely perceptible.

She could put on a cold face towards Qin Wuque, but that didn't mean she could be just as cold when facing her sister.

After all, the other person has watched you grow from ignorance to memory and then to maturity. It is the person who has watched you grow up bit by bit. It is the person who carries many memories with each other...or dark history, too.

How could she be so cold when facing such a person?

"Well, of course it's because~" Mingmei deliberately dragged out the tone, she suddenly winked mischievously, and temporarily changed her words to feint, and said in a half-joking tone, "Maybe it's because I often see Shiho and Que-kun close to each other, so I was moved. After all, I am also a mature woman~ Shiho, can you accept this explanation?"

"No." Huibara Ai said firmly.

Not to mention that she didn't usually play "sticking" with someone, but ever since she took the pill and became as small as she is now, Qin Wuque's way of treating her seemed to have completely changed, from treating someone of the opposite sex of the same age to treating a child.

But there is nothing that can be done about it. It would be a big problem if Qin Wuque could still treat her the same way as before after she became what she is now.

The problem was so serious that the gendarmerie could be called in to execute the person on the spot.

Therefore, Huihara Ai did not believe Mingmei's statement that she was attracted to Qin Wuque because she often saw Mingmei and Qin Wuque being intimate. Instead, the second half of the sentence revealed a very dangerous tone.

What is a “mature woman”?

Do you want to do anything more extreme with this guy besides hugging each other and sleeping in the same bed?

……think.

Mingmei said in her heart with a smile on her face.

She didn't know if it was her illusion, but she felt that she seemed to be getting more and more adept at persecuting her sister recently.

"Then sister, please change your explanation." Mingmei changed the angle and continued to hold her cheek, "Because I like Que-kun, doesn't this explanation sound much more reasonable than the previous one?"

"Why are you, sister too... No, this... what do you like about him?" Haibara Ai was stunned by this straight ball.

It's not that she didn't consider this possibility. After all, this bastard was actually quite good-looking. However, he was different from those mass-produced popular stars on TV who all had white faces like delicate flowers. Instead, he gave people a more handsome and showy feeling, with a temperament between the young swordsman and the playboy in martial arts novels. He was the type who acted like a jerk and acted mean at ordinary times, but was very reliable at critical moments.

Oh, and a little bit of stubbornness and chuunibyou.

But just because she has considered it doesn't mean she can accept it, just like most students have considered the possibility of failing the exam, but not everyone can accept the fact that they have failed.

So even though she already had a certain psychological expectation, when Miyano Akemi admitted it herself, Haibara Ai still couldn't help but feel a sharp shock in her heart.

The little head went blank.

"Oh?"

Looking at her sister who was standing there in a daze, Mingmei let out a puzzled exclamation with a rising tone, and the corners of her mouth also slightly raised, outlining a hint of joy.

"Jealous?" she asked tentatively.

"No!" the girl said almost reflexively.

"If there is no such thing, then why do you want Que-kun to explain, Shiho?" Mingmei pretended to be confused. "And I remember that when you were in the organization, Shiho, weren't you a good friend of Que-kun?"

"It's true that we are 'very good friends', but not the kind you think, sister..." Haibara Ai tried to explain.

"And Shiho likes her sister too, right?" Mingmei interrupted tactically at the right moment.

"Yes..." Haibara Ai gradually lost control of the rhythm of the conversation.

"That would be great!"

After receiving a clear answer from her sister, Mingmei clapped her hands in joy, and the bright smile on her face was as bright as the early summer sunshine outside the car window.

"Shiho, look, with my dear sister on one side and a very close friend on the other, isn't it double the happiness when the two are combined? Right?"

"I..." Huibara Ai was stunned.

The car hadn't started yet, and the air conditioner hadn't been turned on. It was supposed to be a bit hot in early summer, but for some reason, she felt a bit cold while sitting in the car.

Qin Wuque was sitting in the driver's seat, watching the interaction between the two sisters in the back seat through the rearview mirror, and couldn't help but lean back in his mind.

It turns out that the dark side can overcome the tsundere.

The sound of the car door opening was heard, and Mingmei, who had completely confused her sister Shiho with her brilliant speech in front of the two armies, jumped out from the back seat of the car, still holding the stiff-faced girl in her arms. Then she happily opened the passenger door and jumped in, sitting steadily next to Qin Wuque, skillfully pulling the seat belts to tie herself and her sister tightly in the seats, and gave orders like a hostess.

"Go home, go home!"

"Hmm~"

Qin Wuque raised his eyebrows slightly when he heard this, started the car without saying a word, and turned on the air conditioner in the car.

A cool, dry breath instantly gushed out from the air-conditioning vents, blowing softly on Sherry's cheeks.

The stimulation from the outside world made the girl move. She turned her head a little dully, and through the rearview mirror on the right side of the car window, which still had some raindrops on it, she successfully saw her eyes that had lost their brightness.

There were two words written in large letters inside.

——Lost.

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Damn, I'm stuck in this long-awaited writing session. It may be because I rushed through the writing process before, which made me a little confused. (Thinking)

We are not torturing Sulli. Writing is about first suppressing and then praising. Suppression comes first, then praising, praising, praising, praising, praising, praising, and then it takes off directly~

Chapter 191: Captain Qin is not in a bad mood

In the only office of the executive department at the organization’s base, the air conditioner was blowing as hard as the northwest wind.

A floppy disk with no markings or brand on it was placed on the desk, occupying the original position of the computer monitor, while the monitor was pushed aside again and left idle.

Qin Wuque tilted his head and looked at the floppy disk, his tone subtle and hesitant: "So... Captain Qin, you called me here just to show off that you found this old and impractical thing at the flea market, which barely meets one-tenth of the passing line as a storage medium even with the sentimental points?"

"It's not me, it's Vodka," the silver-haired beauty corrected calmly.

"Ah? Vodka?" Qin Wuque was stunned. "I never thought that a man with thick eyebrows and big eyes would have a special liking for such old stuff. He even asked you, Captain Qin, to show it off to me on his behalf. Is he afraid of being taught a lesson by me?"

Gin was too lazy to argue with this guy. She tapped the table rhythmically with the index finger of her left hand. Her usually inorganic and cold tone was now slightly irritable.

"This was supposed to be Tequila's mission. At the time, he was ordered by Rum to find a software engineer named Itakura Taku to develop a software that can convert human consciousness into data. Now that Tequila is dead, the mission has been handed over to Curacao. The originally agreed delivery date was yesterday, but when Curacao called the other party to confirm the delivery location, he was told that no one answered the phone. So I asked Vodka to go there, and then he got this..."

She raised her chin slightly and gestured to the floppy disk on the table.

"Oh, that's good, as long as we get the goods." Qin Wuque nodded blankly and subconsciously rubbed his arms which were covered with goose bumps due to the low temperature.

I can only say that it is really cold in Captain Qin's office. Although it is already summer, it is understandable to use public funds to turn on the air conditioner in the office, but there is no need to turn it on like a meat freezer. Even in the training hall that is filled with various philosophical voices all year round, the air conditioner is not turned on so cold...

Of course, the silver-haired beauty herself certainly didn't feel anything, and even felt it was just right and comfortable because she was wearing a thick executive director's windbreaker.

So you can’t take it off if you feel hot, you have to wear it?

"The problem is, he didn't finish it." Captain Qin said dimly. She took out a thin piece of paper from under the table and placed it on the table. "And Vodka also brought this back. He put it in the drawer of Itakura Taku's computer desk, together with this floppy disk."

"Ok?"

Qin Wuque took a closer look and saw that it was a check to be exact. The long string of zeros on it made him feel dizzy.

"What does he mean, money for life?"

"This is the deposit the organization gave him before entrusting him to make the software." Gin said lightly, "But now he put it together with this unfinished floppy disk."

"Run away with the bucket?" Qin Wuque was shocked.

The silver-haired beauty sighed softly and shook her head, "I think he wanted to run away, but now, he is dead. He was killed."

"I understand. Kill the pigeon as a warning." Qin Wuque waved his arm and made a punching gesture.

"But this is not the most important point." Gin stared at him closely, "The most important thing is that Itakura Taku is dead now, and the software has not been completed. Rum will know about Itakura Taku's death sooner or later, but I can keep the news of the unfinished software under wraps for the time being. But once Rum knows about this, what do you think he will do?"

"Will he...ask someone else to complete the task?" Qin Wuque hesitated.

"That's right, Rum will find someone else to complete it." The silver-haired beauty further analyzed, "But for Rum now, neither you, nor I, nor even the entire Japanese branch, have become trustworthy. So if he wants to find someone else to complete this software, he will definitely not let us handle it. He won't even let us know who he commissioned to produce it. Do you understand what I mean?"

"Captain Qin, you..."

Qin Wuque was really surprised this time. Of course he understood what Gin meant.

Her meaning was simple. Since they had already made up their minds to take down the entire organization, there was no need to resurrect the original boss of the organization, and he should not be allowed to be resurrected.

"But if I just give it to Rum like this, it will definitely be noticed." The silver-haired beauty said softly, "So I need your help... or your team's help, to 'finish' this software, and then give Rum a completed unfinished product."

"I understand. I will tell them later, but I can't guarantee it completely." Qin Wuque looked thoughtful.

He really couldn't be sure, because although the technology trees of the gang in the bunker were very high, they were more or less crooked.

The things produced are either simple but dangerous military-style, or all kinds of weird and non-mainstream gadgets.

For example, there are motorcycles without wheels that can fly like rockets and spit fire and fire missiles, or super bulletproof armor that looks like it can pin a person to the ground and make him unable to move, but can withstand continuous machine gun fire.

And because Qin Wuque himself is basically a layman in terms of technology, the bunker has always allowed them to develop freely, which has led to their path going further and further astray and becoming increasingly outrageous.

If this software is handed over to that group of Zhazong, Qin Wuque himself cannot guarantee what the final product will be.

But if you tell them your requirements and desired finished product effects in advance, then it shouldn't be a problem...

Just as Qin Wuque was deep in thought, the voice of the silver-haired beauty sounded again.

"By the way, I heard that you seem to be very close to the second daughter of the Suzuki Group recently?" She asked in a casual tone.

"Ah, Captain Qin, you mean the other day I and..." Qin Wuque stopped talking, he suddenly realized, "Oh, that's not right, Captain Qin, you were in a bad mood those two days, you didn't ask me where I was going, you didn't ask me who I was going with, so how did you know..."

"I'm not in a bad mood!"

The silver-haired beauty raised her voice slightly, then lowered it again, and turned her face away with a somewhat unnatural expression.

"What's the big deal? I've been to your jack-of-all-trades shop before, and the notebook has everything clearly written on it, with the girl's signature and seal on it."

"Oh, that time..." Qin Wuque reluctantly accepted this explanation, but he was still a little suspicious.

The silver-haired beauty hastily changed the subject: "Well, compared to this, there is another mission this afternoon. I want you to train some new people. It can also be regarded as an assessment."

"Newcomer? Who? Lao Zhang?"

Qin Wuque was puzzled, thinking to himself, how could a dignified Night Demon still need someone to lead him?

"No, it's not him. It's another newcomer, the news station anchorwoman Rena Mizunashi. Have you heard of her?"

“No, I don’t watch the news…”

"It doesn't matter if you don't know." Gin's tone was a little calmer. "I'll give you her address later. You can pick her up then. Then meet up at the Imperial Capital Parking Lot No. 4. Cohen and Chianti will be there too. This time our target is an officer of the Japanese Self-Defense Forces named Yasuteru Domon, nicknamed DJ. This guy has made radical remarks against crime in media interviews many times, which makes Rum very upset. And this guy is said to be running for parliamentarian. It's a bit difficult to win him over, so we might as well get rid of him."

"Okay." Qin Wuque agreed.

Then he seemed to suddenly remember something, scratched his head and said, "By the way, can I ask what the newcomer's code name is?"

"Kir."

"Gil... ah, what a unique code name."

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I saw on the little black box that 2077 seems to be going to have a paid DLC. Wow, CDPR, you are really brave.

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Chapter 192 Mizuno Reina is going to pee

Qin Wuque parked his sports car in the parking lot under a four-story low apartment building.

He followed the address given by Captain Qin and found this place. It was indeed a very old apartment building, so old that when he arrived he almost thought he had found the wrong place.

There is no elevator, no anti-theft door, and not even the most basic staircase. The stairs and walkways are all open to the sky. The handrails are simple steel pipes that are still rusty. Looking up from downstairs, you can even see the house numbers of each household. It is as simple as an old school from more than ten years ago.

No, the beautiful hostess of a popular TV station lives in a place like this?

Qin Wuque expressed deep doubt.

After an unknown amount of time, the sound of someone slamming the outer door came from the corridor on the third floor. Qin Wuque looked up and saw a beautiful woman with a few wisps of curly hair on her forehead taking out the key from her bag and locking the door in front of Room 306 on the corridor on the third floor. Her long black hair was tied into a ponytail tightly behind her head, and she was wearing a very professional-style small suit.

And the address that Captain Koto gave him, Reina Mizunoshi...or rather, Kiel, was also Room 306 of this old apartment building.

There is no doubt that the other party is Rena Mizunashi Honmizu.

On the other side, Mizuno Rena saw Qin Wuque waiting downstairs when she came out of the apartment.

It’s not that she has excellent eyesight or anything, but Qin Wuque’s parking method is too conspicuous. The matte black Lamborghini Veneno is parked horizontally in the middle of the parking lot below, occupying more than three parking spaces.

Fortunately, there are almost no people living in this building, so the parking pressure is relatively small. Otherwise, if you park like this in other communities, you would probably be beaten to death on the spot.