My lover is this organization

Before Qin Wuque could finish his words, Cohen, who was behind the bar, raised his head and refused outright. It was obvious that he was well prepared to have such a conditioned reflex.

"..."

Qin Wuque's expression froze.

He turned his head to the right and saw Captain Qin with a blank expression on his face. Well, that shouldn't be the case.

He turned his head to the left again and saw Chianti lying on the table, holding a wine glass in his hand and winking at him. After half a second, he finally couldn't hold it in and burst out laughing embarrassedly.

Well, the murderer has been found.

Qin Wuque thought for a moment and organized his words: "Then let's change it. Do you have hawthorn wine?"

"No." Cohen shook his head.

"What about persimmon wine?"

"……No."

"Yangberry wine?"

"……nor."

"Why is there nothing here? What do you have in this bar?" Qin Wuque was puzzled.

For a moment, Cohen felt greatly provoked.

Damn, can’t you see the whole wall of wine in the back?

At the critical moment, Qin Wuque suddenly remembered his organization's code name: "By the way, do you have Snow Beer?"

"..."

You know what, this really exists.

Although beer is not normally used in bars when making cocktails, soda water and soda are more commonly used. However, it cannot be ruled out that some members of the organization prefer the wine that is their code name. Therefore, as long as there is a member in the organization who can obtain a code name, the bar in the base will basically have the corresponding wine in stock.

"Yes?"

The surprise came so suddenly that even Qin Wuque was a little surprised.

He rubbed his hands, stood up from the chair and walked to the door, saying, "Don't take it out yet, keep it in the cold first. I'll go downstairs and be back soon!"

Behind the bar, Cohen nodded in confusion.

"Oh……"

It was really only a moment, and before long, Qin Wuque, who had left, returned to the organization's base with a plastic bag with a few bamboo sticks sticking out of it in his hand.

When he pushed the door open and walked in, a cheap, unhygienic yet extremely tempting aroma unique to street stalls blew in from outside, making Chianti swallow subconsciously.

The moment Gin saw what was in Qin Wuque's hand, a bright red cross appeared on her forehead.

What does this Snow Beer think of the organization’s base!

"It's not clean, but you won't get sick if you eat it."

Qin Wuque sat down quickly, saying some ridiculous words that made absolutely no sense but rhymed inexplicably, while opening the bag to indicate that anyone could take whatever they wanted to eat.

He took the beer bottle from Cohen, opened the cap with his bare hands, took a sip of barbecue and a sip of ice beer, and sighed sincerely.

"Wuhu~So cool~"

At this moment, the door of the bar was suddenly pushed open from the outside. Vodka walked in first. He was stunned when he smelled the rich aroma of food coming from the bar, but he immediately reacted and said.

"Sister, Tequila is here."

"Well?"

Hearing the name Tequila, Qin Wuque subconsciously turned his head and glanced back, but only saw a dark shadow nearly two meters tall outside the door.

"Fuck, that's high."

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PS: I have seen a popular science video before, which said that the insistence on pounding ice into the wall of the cup is just a gimmick. The traditional water-cutting can actually be done in two or three minutes, and there is no need to stir it frantically. Moreover, the frantically stirred version on Douyin made the ice melt into the wine in the end, and it actually tasted very bad.

Chapter 28 Why you bully me?

In the quiet bar, a group of men in black sat down, each wearing a neatly-dressed suit and top hat, holding a glass of colorful cocktail in their hands.

But even in such an elegant place, the air was inexplicably filled with the aroma of barbecue... and the sound of someone chewing frantically.

Judging from the constant sounds of chewing mixed with the exclamations of admiration, this guy was obviously eating very happily. This must be a very delicious barbecue.

Gin, the organizer of the meeting, was still sitting at the bar, but she had put down the wine glass in her hand. She leaned against the bar with an expressionless face, holding a loaded Beretta M92F pistol in her left hand in her coat pocket, and her whole body was in a completely different alert posture from before.

Vodka, Cohen and Chianti are also veterans who have joined the organization for some time. They certainly understand why their eldest sister is so nervous, and in comparison, they are even more nervous.

The only person who was not nervous in the whole place was probably Qin Wuque, who was still eating skewers and drinking beer.

Qin Wuque was not slow-witted. He noticed Tequila the moment he entered the bar.

He was a very tall and sturdy Japanese man, estimated to be over two meters tall, with a fierce face and a thick beard, a typical butt... no, a cleavage chin, and spoke with a strong Kansai accent.

Tall and big, this was the first impression that Tequila left on Qin Wuque, nothing else...

If I had to add something else it would probably be - it makes me look old.

Not only Qin Wuque noticed Tequila, but Tequila, who had just entered the bar, also noticed this guy whose style was completely different from theirs at the first time.

Although other people were also drinking, most of them were just drinking to adjust their mood, or they could be said to be pretending.

But this guy is different, he is really enjoying the process of eating and drinking.

and……

"A stranger, are you Snow Beer?" Tequila's eyes fell on Qin Wuque, who was holding a skewer in one hand and a beer bottle in the other.

"That's right." Qin Wuque looked like Zhuge Liang.

Tequila snorted coldly, looking disdainful: "I've heard of you. Don't think that you can always get along smoothly in the organization just by relying on your shitty relationship with Vermouth. That woman is just arrogant now because she is in a good position. If something happens to her, I'll see who in the organization can protect her."

"Speak properly to me, why are you swearing at me?" Qin Wuque finished the rest of the beer in the bottle in one gulp and frowned.

However, Tequila Fangran didn't hear him at all. He glanced at the other people in the bar, then turned his gaze to Gin who was sitting at the bar, and sneered, "Only you would act with these losers every day. I thought you would be better than that woman Vermouth, but I didn't expect you to be worse than her. With this bunch of losers under you, I think it will be good if they don't drag you down in the future."

"Tequila, you bastard!" The hot-tempered Chianti wanted to rush up and fight with Tequila on the spot, but was quickly stopped by Gin.

It’s not because they don’t want to fight, but even if they let Chianti rush forward, they will definitely not be able to win, and the meeting will not be able to start if that happens.

"I asked you to come here for a meeting, not to quarrel." Gin stared at Tequila coldly.

But if you look closely, the moment she reached out to grab Chianti, all the muscles in her body had tightened, especially around her left arm.

"I know. It's just about the undercover agent in the organization. Your driver told me about it on the way here." Tequila grinned, his tone becoming more and more arrogant, and he even omitted the code name.

Although Vodka was indignant, he had no choice. After all, this was a meeting called by Gin. Even if he didn't give face to Tequila, he had to give face to his elder sister.

Seeing that no one dared to argue with him after a round of provocations, Tequila became even more proud. He had originally planned to stop there, but suddenly he had an idea and turned his spearhead back to Qin Wuque, who in his opinion only relied on his friendship with Vermouth to get into the organization.

"By the way, if I remember correctly, it seems that you were the one who brought in the dead public security undercover. What was his name... Scotch Whiskey?" He approached with a malicious smile on his face.

"The one I introduced is called rye whiskey." Qin Wuque raised his head and looked at him calmly.

But Tequila once again ignored his words and continued, "You said, if I tell that gentleman about this, I think not only you, but also that woman Belmode will be implicated..."

"Tequila!" Gin suddenly raised his voice.

She was not a kind person to begin with, and she had not lost her temper until now entirely out of respect for Tequila as a veteran of the organization. The other party's repeated provocations had already made her very embarrassed, and now he was even ready to use Snow Beer to make an example of him.

This finally made Gin unable to bear it anymore.

She pulled a pistol from her coat pocket and pointed the black muzzle at Tequila's forehead.

Tequila suddenly froze.

It was not because Gin suddenly drew his gun that stunned him, but because an empty beer bottle suddenly appeared above his head, accompanied by a crisp and pleasant sound of breaking.

boom!

Flying glass fragments fell from Tequila's head. Qin Wuque, who was supposed to be sitting on a chair, had appeared behind him at some point, holding half a broken beer bottle in his hand, with his brows slightly raised.

"Why you bully me?"

As soon as he finished speaking, Qin Wuque grabbed Longtequilan's throat with his backhand and kicked her in the knee, causing her to fall to her knees on the spot. The force was so great that it broke the knee joint of one of her legs.

Tequila, who lost his support and had an unstable center of gravity, was about to fall backwards on the spot, and someone supported his head from behind.

"Why you bully me?" Qin Wuque asked again. This time he leaned over and asked in Tequila's ear. Every word fell clearly into Tequila's ears.

But Tequila had no way of answering. His head was still buzzing from the close contact with the beer bottle, and the sudden severe pain tortured every sensory nerve in his body.

"We Chinese have an old saying that goes 'Three times the limit', understand? Wasn't what I just said in Japanese? Huh? You didn't understand, did you?" Qin Wuque grabbed Tequila's head through his black top hat.

Then slam it heavily to the ground!

Click!

The teeth-grinding sound of a broken nose bridge rang out in the quiet bar. Chianti subconsciously closed his eyes, then touched his own nose bridge as if he could empathize with the person.

Bang bang bang bang bang! ! !

Qin Wuque squatted on the floor, grabbed Tequila's head and slammed it on the ground continuously. Every time he slammed it, he would say "why you bully me", and his voice became louder and louder. The floor also changed from being smooth and spotless at the beginning to a bloody mess mixed with tooth fragments. Every time he pulled up after a slam dunk, it would bring out a hint of dark red.

In the end, Qin Wuque almost roared like a lion, pulled Tequila's head high up and wanted to smash it to the ground with all his strength.

"I SAID! WHY! YOU! FXXKING! BULLY ME!"

It is conceivable that if he hit Tequila's head hard, his entire head would probably shatter like a falling watermelon.

A hand grabbed him in time.

"If you keep hitting him, he'll die." Gin said calmly, "Although I don't like him, the organization has a clear ban on infighting among members."

"..."

Qin Wuque took a deep breath and then exhaled slowly, and his whole body suddenly returned to the state he was in when he was eating barbecue.

"Well then~ since Captain Qin has said so."

He casually threw the unconscious Tequila to the ground and patted his blood-stained hands nonchalantly.

"The best way to deal with people who are deliberately making arguments and not wanting to attend a meeting is to solve the problem if you can't solve it... By the way, is there a bathroom? I want to wash my hands."

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PS: Damn... I set the timeline too early. According to the setting, there are still more than four years before the one-year-one-stick event. I decided to speed it up a little, otherwise the stick won’t even hit the two million words...

Chapter 29: Please whip me as much as you want, Captain Qin

The meeting was supposed to be for six people, but suddenly there were only five people left.

But no one showed any discomfort or unfamiliarity with this.

Rather...

better.

"Okay, then the meeting officially begins now." Gin coughed lightly, moved his body uncomfortably, stood up from his chair and said.

In fact, she was not used to organizing discussions among members or leading meetings like a boss. Her personal style tended to be an action-oriented person who disdained to talk too much. Moreover, compared with her fighting power, the talent points that Gin added in eloquence could be said to be almost negligible.

But there is no way, after all she is the head of the executive department.

Gin organized his words a bit and said, "You should have heard about the matter in general. Scotch Whiskey, that guy is an undercover sent by the Japanese Public Security Bureau. He is also one of the few new members of the organization who have been given a code name. In today's operation, he showed obvious intentions to obstruct the execution of the mission and was discovered by Snow Beer. Later, he tried to send intelligence information on the roof of the organization's base, and was discovered by Rye Whiskey who went upstairs..."

"And then he was shot dead by the other party?" Qin Wuque asked curiously.

"Good kill!" Chianti slapped his thigh.

"...No, he committed suicide." Gin said as he glanced at the two guys who seemed to be about to start performing crosstalk.

She took out a mobile phone sealed in a transparent bag from the inner pocket of her coat. The phone was covered with cracks and stained with dark red blood. There was a conspicuous bullet hole in the center of the screen.

"That guy destroyed his phone with all his contacts before he died, so now we can only know that he was an insider of the Japanese Public Security Bureau, but we have no way of knowing his specific identity information."