My lover is this organization

Vodka didn't react at first. He turned his head and looked back, probably wanting to find a staff member to help, but everyone was busy at the moment and no one noticed him at all.

Until someone kicked him from the cabin...

"Oh!" Da Congming was startled unexpectedly. He subconsciously steadied himself and turned around to see Qin Wuque sitting in the cocoon in a dark posture, looking at him silently.

"Ah...Snow Beer, you finally woke up." He said quickly.

Qin Wuque raised his eyebrows and ignored it. He looked around and saw that the entire exhibition hall was in chaos.

Uniformed employees of the Sindor Group shuttled back and forth on the stage, rescuing the newly awakened testers from their cocoons one by one. Since most of the testers were children between five and ten years old, they burst into tears when they woke up and found out that their brains had not been burned into a pulp and they had not died on the spot. The staff had no choice but to take the children down from their cocoons and send them to their parents door by door. They were so busy that they could hardly keep their feet on the ground.

The children who had already returned to their parents huddled together with their parents, and the three of them cried bitterly.

In fact, this is nothing. There are even personnel from the Tokyo Metropolitan Police Department in the exhibition hall, as well as... President Sintra, who was given a pair of silver bracelets as a gift and was being escorted out of the venue by police officers.

"What's going on?" Qin Wuque was a little confused for a moment.

"How should I put it? Anyway, I'm not sure..." Vodka scratched his head, "It seems that I heard that the president of the Shin-something Group killed the programmer of his own company, and then the case was solved by that Kudo Yusaku."

"Didn't you ask carefully?" Qin Wuque glanced at him.

"That...that's the police!" Vodka widened his eyes.

It can only be said that this smart guy is somewhat reasonable. He knows that his usual look of a gangster thug in a suit, sunglasses and black gloves makes him look like a gangster. So before coming to such a formal occasion today, he decisively dressed himself up and took off... his hat.

Yes, I just took off my hat and changed into a pair of black sunglasses of a slightly lighter color.

But at least this makes him look more like a bodyguard.

And...looks even dumber.

This is reasonable. Those who can participate in the trial exhibition tonight are either senior executives or wealthy businessmen. It is not excessive to have one or two bodyguards around them. What's more, as a core member of the organization, Vodka also holds the work ID of the Karasuma Group. Once the ID is shown, the staff of the Sindorah Group will let anyone in regardless of whether there is an invitation letter or not.

There's nothing we can do about it. After all, they are the client. If they have money, they can really take advantage of it.

"Forget it, as long as it doesn't affect our plan, it has nothing to do with us." Qin Wuque supported himself to get up from the cocoon, and his body suddenly shook when he raised his legs and stepped out of the game cabin.

"Oh my, are you okay?" Vodka quickly reached out to support him.

"I'm fine, no big problem." Qin Wuque raised his hand to cover his forehead and patted Vodka's shoulder to indicate that he was fine.

Generally speaking, even a healthy person would feel dizzy if he stood up suddenly after lying down for a long time while awake, not to mention that he had just used [Blood Rage] not long ago. This skill would impose a great burden on the user both mentally and physically. Although he used it in the game world, it was not a sleeping state after all, but "awake" in another sense, and the mental loss was real.

Simply put, it's like an athlete running five marathons in a row after drinking ten bottles of stimulant.

I didn't feel anything when I was fighting, but after the effect wore off and I calmed down, fatigue immediately came over me like a tide.

"By the way, what should we say now? I remember that we are supposed to take this thing back to report, right?" Qin Wuque glanced at the open "giant egg" next to him.

"Ah, I've already talked to the staff here about this." Vodka said, "They will move the instrument we ordered to my car later. I have already parked the van that will be used to transport the goods in the parking lot, and I will take it back later."

"Anyway, it means there's nothing for me to do, right? Ha~" Qin Wuque yawned, turned around and was about to leave, "Then I'll go back to sleep first."

"No, no, no, wait a minute." Vodka's scalp tingled and he quickly stopped them.

"Is there anything else?" Qin Wuque looked at him like a zombie.

"Um... Sister Gin is waiting for you outside the city hall." Vodka hesitated and lowered his voice, "I think she said it was about Rena Mizunashi."

"Mizuno Reina?" Qin Wuque was startled and nodded, "Okay, I get it. See you later."

After saying that, he turned around and walked towards the exit of the exhibition hall, but he didn't notice that not far behind him, Sonoko, who was standing with her uncle Suzuki Jirokichi, extended her hand to him.

"what……"

"What's wrong, Sonoko? Did you see someone you know?"

Noticing something was wrong with his niece, the special advisor to the Suzuki Group expressed his concern.

"No, nothing." Sonoko put down her hand and shook her head silently.

At the same time, outside the main entrance of the Mihua City Hall, a completely black Porsche 356A was parked quietly under the roadside lights with its turn signals flashing on both sides.

The silver-haired beauty sat in the driver's seat, waiting quietly, rarely without a cigarette between her fingers.

She had been waiting here for a while, and in order to avoid being ticketed by the Tokyo traffic police, she was forced to turn on the double flashing lights.

At this moment, the passenger door was suddenly opened from the outside, and someone with a familiar smell got into the car.

Gin took a quick glance and then looked away, reaching out to take a stack of information written in black and white from above the dashboard. However, before she could hand it over, she felt something flexibly pass under her arm. By the time she reacted, a head was already firmly resting on her thigh.

"What do you want to do?" She lowered her eyes and looked coldly at this audacious guy.

"Captain Qin, please don't move. Let me take a nap for a while..."

Qin Wuque's voice was already very soft.

"Just a moment."

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No, no, no, I really won't mess around anymore. I'll play it safe. From now on, it's basically the main storyline, with occasional theatrical versions interspersed.

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Chapter 218: Tsundere, Tsundere, and Tsundere

The cold muzzle of the gun was pressed against the back of Qin Wuque's head.

Inside the car, the silver-haired beauty sitting in the driver's seat narrowed her eyes and looked down coldly at the daring thief who was about to put his head on her lap.

It was late at night, and the light from the street lamps on both sides of the road could only illuminate a small area near the dashboard under the windshield. The rest of the car was still pitch black. In addition, the pistol in her hand was frosted, so even at the door of the city hall where police cars gathered, Gin was not too worried that the gun in her hand would be seen by people passing by outside.

In contrast, if a certain dog head suddenly sat up with a smile and explained that it was a joke after feeling the gun against the back of his head, Gin felt that he also needed to make this guy feel what pain was and let him know that his joke was not so easy to take!

But... the expected begging for mercy scene did not appear.

Five seconds passed, and Qin Wuque, who was lying on a pair of slender and tight thighs, was still motionless.

However, just when the silver-haired beauty seriously suspected that this guy was pretending to be dead, she suddenly heard a light and even breathing sound.

There were only two breathing sounds in the car, one was her own, and the other was undoubtedly Qin Wuque's.

This guy... actually fell asleep?

The silver-haired beauty was stunned. After a brief thought, she slowly put down the gun in her hand.

Forget it, let this guy sleep for a while.

but.

Only this one time.

……

After an unknown amount of time, Qin Wuque finally woke up slowly when he heard a slight noise coming from outside the car. When he turned around, he saw a pretty face that was as cold as ice.

Because of her knee-resting position, her perspective was from the bottom up, but unlike the death angle that is often used as material for funny videos on the Internet, even in the bottom-up perspective, the cheek lines of the silver-haired beauty were still impeccably taut.

Even because of the special angle, the long and curled silver-white eyelashes that I would never look at closely on normal days became particularly eye-catching at this moment, and were trembling slightly.

Qin Wuque couldn't help but be stunned for a moment.

"Qin... Captain?"

"If you wake up, get up quickly. I don't want to say it a second time."

The cold words as always brought Qin Wuque back to reality.

Well, it turns out that she is still the icy beauty that is Captain Qin.

"Ha—how long have I slept?" Qin Wuque yawned, rubbed his eyes, and sat up.

To be honest, sleeping sideways like this is not very comfortable. The most important thing is that there is a thing near the gear lever in the middle that presses against the ribs. Lying sideways on it almost splits a person in half. It would be impossible to sleep comfortably.

"Not long, ten minutes." Gin said after looking at the time on the electronic screen of the CD player in the car.

"Ten minutes..." Qin Wuque stretched his body and patted his face to wake himself up instantly. "Well, it's OK. It's much better than I thought. I thought I would see a black muzzle when I woke up. Then, Captain Qin, you would point a gun at me and say 'You finally woke up', and then shoot me between the eyebrows."

"If you keep bringing this up, I will." The silver-haired beauty glanced at him coldly, "You can try."

"Hey, are you being tsundere?"

Click.

As soon as Qin Wuque finished speaking, the familiar touch of M1911 immediately pressed against his brow.

"Oh oh oh oh Captain Qin, don't shoot! Don't shoot! We're hitting our friendly forces!" Qin Wuque waved his hands vigorously with a terrified look on his face.

Although with his skills he wouldn't be shot in the head at this distance, he was confident that he could still avoid bullets even at close range.

But the problem is, there are police nearby!

Including the noise that woke him up from Captain Qin's lap, and the sirens of the Metropolitan Police Department police car driving past outside. If they opened fire in the car now, they would be surrounded by Tokyo Metropolitan Police Department police cars in ten seconds, with dozens of pistols pointing at them in a circle.

The silver-haired beauty obviously realized this as well. After a pause, she slowly put down the pistol and put it into her windbreaker.

She didn't really want to shoot the dog head, at most she just wanted to scare it.

The short name is Tsundere.

"Look for yourself." She threw a stack of paper documents on top of the dashboard to Qin Wuque, then clasped her arms across her chest and remained silent.

"Hmm...what is this? Let me take a look."

Qin Wuque skillfully turned on the interior light above his head. With the help of the warm light, he could see that it was a very long list of hospitalizations.

The format of the list is extremely simple, simply recording the person's name, gender, reason for hospitalization and the hospital where he or she is hospitalized.

That’s right, they are people’s names, not wine names. In other words, the names on the list are all real names, not organization code names.

There are only two reasons why code names are not used in the organization. One is that it is inconvenient to use code names in public, just like the memorial service at the Beihu Hotel, and the other is that there is no code name at all, which is commonly known as non-core members.

Qin Wuque looked through it line by line carefully. The list was generally normal and the information contained in it was extremely clear. It was about a certain person being admitted to a certain hospital for a certain reason on a certain day of a certain month of a certain year. At first glance, it seemed like a list of work-related injuries.

But if a company's injury list is so long, it probably means that the company is providing mercenary services to the Syrian army...

Among the pages of lists, one row of names caught Qin Wuque's attention.

To be precise, it was a row of names that had been crossed out.

"Kusuda... Lu Dao?"

Qin Wuque pronounced the name somewhat awkwardly.

"Who is this?" He looked at the silver-haired beauty in the driver's seat.

"He's just a member of a peripheral organization." Gin didn't even look at him, his eyes pointed straight ahead, "After Rena Mizunashi was captured by the FBI, the organization sent a large number of peripheral members to lurk in various hospitals in Tokyo to investigate, but they never got any useful intelligence."

"So this Kusuda Rikudo found Mizuno Rena?" Qin Wuque asked curiously.

"No, he's dead." The silver-haired beauty said lightly, as if she was talking about a trivial matter. "According to the list, he was admitted to Beihu Central Hospital for investigation due to a stiff neck. But this idiot exposed the fact that his neck was actually fine because he liked to drink canned coffee."

"So there really were FBI agents in that hospital, and this bastard's identity was discovered on the spot, and then he was killed?" Qin Wuque was stunned.

"No, he committed suicide." The silver-haired beauty sneered, "You can only blame himself for being useless. He could have just brought the news back to the organization, even by text message. But it was such a simple thing, but because a whole magazine of pistol was not enough to kill the FBI chasing him, he chose to commit suicide with only one bullet left."

"grass……"

No wonder Captain Jean's tone was so disdainful. It can only be said that this little brother is really disappointing. For example, when he was in Los Santos, he was often chased and beaten by the NSA, FBI, CIA, LSPD, and occasionally Merryweather mercenaries, but he still killed as many people as possible with his knife.

After the fatal empty gun had a whole magazine, he was forced to shoot himself...

I don't know whether I should praise him for his loyalty or call him a piece of shit.

"So, are we planning to posthumously confer this wine a name?" Qin Wuque covered his face.

"Of course not. To use your words, no one will remember dead things." The silver-haired beauty said calmly, "Now I am more curious about who was chasing Kusuda Rikudō to make him shoot himself."

“Who knows…”

Qin Wuque suddenly stopped talking in the middle of his words. After being stunned for two or three seconds, he suddenly closed his mouth. A golden light flashed violently in his dark brown eyes, and it seemed as if he was biting steel between his teeth.

"Aka! Well! Show! One!"

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To play it safe means not to do anything fancy... For example, suddenly a Resident Evil appears, or suddenly an Uncharted or something like that, and then just follow the normal story framework, which is what Conan and GTA have.

But talking business with the blond boss... forget it, that thing can be considered business. I was broken after the first battle on Cayo Perico.