My lover is this organization

Just a few days ago, his men intercepted a batch of arms of unknown origin, which were suspected to have been smuggled into Japan from abroad.

And most importantly, the influx of this batch of arms was not approved by him.

At that time, he firmly believed that this was a provocation against him, and felt that he was too old to lift a knife and his control over the underground business was not as strong as before.

However, due to the upcoming birthday he was already preparing for, he did not order a thorough investigation of the matter right away, but planned to conduct a deeper investigation after his birthday.

Unexpectedly, the birthday party just started when he encountered an assassin, and the underworld organization that he had worked hard for most of his life to build was wiped out in just a few minutes.

"It doesn't matter who I am. What matters is that you took something you shouldn't have, so someone paid me to buy your life." Qin Wuque dug his ears, "Okay, if there's nothing else, we should probably end it..."

boom!

A gunshot suddenly rang out behind him, like a thunderclap in the dead silent hall. A round bloody hole appeared on Qin Wuque's forehead, running all the way from the back of his head to his eyebrows, with trickles of blood flowing out of it.

Qin Wuque, who seemed to have suffered fatal injuries, swayed slightly and looked back with a little surprise.

It turned out to be a gangster who had his carotid artery cut by him and was lying on the ground, breathing more out than in. With amazing willpower, he mustered up his last bit of strength before dying, grabbed the pistol on the ground and shot him, and then died completely.

"The shooting skills and timing are good. Unfortunately, Death hasn't contacted me for a while, and we are in a cold period now." Qin Wuque said, touching the round bullet hole on his forehead that was shrinking and healing rapidly.

The old man's pupils shrank slightly when he saw this scene, a look of disbelief flashed in his eyes, and then he simply gave up all hope and slowly closed his eyes.

The next moment, the still warm blade touched his neck.

"You can call me the Ultimate Killer of Los Santos."

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PS: Oh oh oh oh oh oh oh oh, please let me pass the review and go online, I am a good citizen!

Chapter 3 Soul Killer

Downstairs at the Sakura Hotel, a pure black Porsche 356A was parked quietly on the roadside.

It has been parked here for a while.

Sitting in the driver's seat was a man who looked quite sturdy. He wore a pair of black sunglasses on his muscular face. His slightly overhanging chin and dark suit made him look a bit like a bodyguard or thug.

Next to him, sitting in the passenger seat was a tall woman with long silver hair, also wearing a long black trench coat. She was staring at the screen of her mobile phone without blinking, and the occasional clicking sound from her mouth revealed her slightly irritated mood at the moment.

"Sister...sister, what on earth was Rum thinking about letting Snowflake carry out such a difficult mission alone?" After hesitating for a while, the man who looked like a thug couldn't help but ask tentatively.

"The devil knows."

Turning his eyes away from the real-time surveillance footage on the screen, Gin answered casually with a faint smell of tobacco.

"Vodka, you don't have to think so much. Just focus on executing my every order. Rum is just a character of that level at best. Instead of thinking about these things... Never mind. He's out."

"Ah?" The man called Vodka was stunned, then he immediately reacted and started the car without saying a word.

From the first day he started working under Gin, he understood one thing very well: no matter what his elder sister said, he just had to do it. He didn't need to ask why, and he was not allowed to question the correctness of the instructions.

Because those who violate these two taboos will generally die a miserable death.

But...it's only been a few minutes, is it that fast?

Under the cover of sunglasses, Vodka secretly glanced at the hotel entrance through the car's rearview mirror, and Qin Wuque's figure was reflected in the rearview mirror.

This guy actually took some time out of his busy schedule to buy a cup of hot coffee from the bar in the hotel. He was sipping it in his hand. A white plastic bag was hanging between the index and middle fingers of the hand holding the cup, and it seemed to be filled with something heavy.

"It's my treat. You're welcome."

A white plastic bag was forcefully stuffed into the driver's seat through the rolled-down car window, along with a half-empty paper cup of coffee. Qin Wuque could only pass the coffee in this way because his other hand had to be used to hold a knife.

"Sister, this..."

Vodka, sitting in the driver's seat, looked at Gin hesitantly, not knowing whether to accept this kindness.

After all, as a qualified killer, he has been very clear about an iron rule since he first entered the industry, which is to never drink or eat anything given by others.

"Take it." The silver-haired woman turned her head and looked out the window. "Even if he wanted to kill you, he wouldn't do it this way."

"Yes……"

The plastic bag of coffee in his hand was taken away. Qin Wuque opened the back door skillfully and got in. While moving, he kept talking: "To be honest, Captain Yiqin still understands me..."

Click!

Before he could finish his words, a Boretta M92F pistol ghosted out from the front seat, with the black muzzle pointing directly at someone's forehead.

"I should have said that if you don't want to die, don't use that name." Gin, holding a cup of coffee in his right hand and a gun in his left hand, had a cold look in his eyes, with a hint of anger flashing in them.

"The piano group..."

boom! ! !

The roar of gunfire instantly drowned out Qin Wuque's voice. Vodka, who was sitting defenselessly in the driver's seat, was frightened and trembled violently. He turned his head slowly in disbelief.

Then he saw a scene that made him even more unbelievable.

In the narrow space inside the car, white smoke was still emitting from the muzzle of the Boretta M92F, which was less than centimeters away from Qin Wuque's eyebrows. The short distance was cut off by two fingers standing upright in parallel, namely the index finger and the middle finger.

And between the index finger and the middle finger, an orange-yellow bullet was tightly clamped.

"Nothing in the world's martial arts can be broken, except speed."

As solemnly as if he was reciting some nine-word mantra, Qin Wuque held the bullet between two fingers and handed it to Vodka.

"Here, take it and don't lose it."

“Oh, oh…”

Vodka, whose worldview was almost completely overturned, had no time to look at his elder sister's expression. He hurriedly reached out and took the still warm bullet.

When he took a closer look at the light from the roadside overhead shining into the car, he almost popped his eyes out.

I saw two clear fingerprints on the bullet that Qin Wuque handed over, which were sunken like grooves on both sides.

Gin, who had failed in his shooting, was not surprised at all to see this result. He just smacked his lips softly and then put away the gun.

Because of the gunshot just now, many people on the street noticed them.

Helplessly, she could only raise her chin and say, "Vodka, drive."

"Ah, yes..."

Vodka was stunned for a moment, then immediately reacted, stepped on the clutch, shifted gears, and stepped on the accelerator to start the car.

To be honest, for a moment he really thought that his eldest sister wanted to kill Snow Beer. However, the subsequent development of the situation made him involuntarily think of another thing, which he heard when he was chatting with others in the organization's base.

Could it be... that this is really the legendary special way of flirting between Sister Gin and Snow Beer?

This thought only flashed through Vodka's mind. He just thought about it, but he would never dare to say it out loud.

Not everyone can react quickly enough to block the bullet with their hands at this distance, and not everyone can catch the bullet steadily with two fingers.

Seeing that Gin didn't say anything more, Qin Wuque lazily lay down in the back seat and asked casually, "After finishing this order, there shouldn't be any other tasks recently, right?"

"Yes, you have two days to rest. After two days, the organization will give you a new task."

Gin, who was sitting in the passenger seat, lit a cigarette, took out a document from the passenger seat drawer and threw it to Qin Wuque.

To be precise, it was a contract, an investment contract with an astronomical figure attached.

As expected, Party A is the Karasuma Group, while Party B is an IT industry company called Sindora.

"According to the intelligence obtained from the organization, this information technology company has recently been working on developing a product that can capture human consciousness, and that gentleman is very interested in this technology," Gin explained.

"Oh my goodness, you just kicked the dung ball to me again~" Qin Wuque was stunned, "Also, is this product you are talking about called Soul Killer?"

"……no."

Outside the car window, the dim street lights were changing alternately. Gin, who had no interest in the game, frowned again: "The name is not important. This mission is mainly carried out by Vermouth. She is responsible for negotiating with Party B. You are just responsible for being a backup. If any unexpected situation occurs..."

"Sister Bei is going too? I'm afraid of you!"

Somehow he suddenly felt motivated, and Qin Wuque sat up from the sofa.

"I understand. If the other party's boss doesn't agree to this contract, I will fire him and replace him with someone who is willing to sign this contract!"

"..."

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PS: I thought it would be approved on Monday, so my weekend slacking plan went awry (funny)

Chapter 4: Leader Qin is so arrogant

The black Porsche drove out of downtown Tokyo in the twilight and stopped in front of an office building that looked abandoned.

This is the organization's only official base in Tokyo. It was bought by the Karasuma Group more than ten years ago in the name of investing in the construction of a commercial street. Later, it was pretended to be an unfinished building. After a period of casual decoration, it was completely deserted.

And because of its extremely poor location, even after so many years, it has been in a state of no one's interest. Not to mention new developers, even children from nearby residents would not come here to play hide-and-seek. Its level of secrecy is comparable to Raccoon City in the Resident Evil series.

Gin, who was sitting in the passenger seat, slowly rolled down the window. Right above the window of the security booth next to the outer door of the office building, a surveillance camera covered in dust and rain was facing her.

"It's me, open the door."

Her voice seemed to have magical power. After Gin said this, the seemingly dilapidated and almost damaged anti-theft iron gate actually moved. The heavy metal structure was dragged to the side by an electric motor, and as the iron gate moved, the electrified barbed wire on the top to prevent people from climbing over also began to click.

From an ordinary person's perspective, this scene is simply terrifying.

Fortunately, none of the three people in the car were ordinary people. Vodka, who had long been accustomed to being a driver who drove the car more skillfully than a gun, stepped on the accelerator without thinking and drove in after the iron gate was opened to a certain extent. He turned the steering wheel skillfully in his hands, and after turning left and right for a while, he successfully drove into the underground garage. It was so smooth and done in one go.

In the underground garage, Vodka was still reversing his elder sister's car into the parking space. Gin, who had already gotten out of the car, called out to Qin Wuque, who was about to take the elevator upstairs with empty hands and brisk steps.

"stop."

She hurried to catch up, slapped the document that was left on the back seat and almost forgotten by someone into the latter's hand, frowned and said, "Don't forget that you only have two days to rest. After two days, that is, the night after tomorrow, Vermouth will come to see you. Do you understand?"

Qin Wuque was stunned when he heard this: "The day after tomorrow night? Hasn't Sister Bei returned to Japan yet?"

"Who knows? That woman is always mysterious." As if talking about a topic that he was reluctant to mention, Gin responded casually with two remarks and prepared to turn around and leave.

As the person in charge of this assassination mission, she still has a lot of follow-up work to do, such as completing the mission report and submitting it to the headquarters, etc. As the director of the executive department of the Japanese branch, her daily workload is still very huge, which is completely different from some idle person.

However, before she could take two steps, Qin Wuque grabbed her from behind with a smile that seemed so bright that it looked stupid in Gin's eyes.

"By the way, we have just finished all the tasks for today. Do you want to go out for a midnight snack together?"

Not far away, Vodka, who had parked his car, was opening the door and preparing to get out. Upon hearing the conversation between the two, he froze on the spot. After a little thought and consideration, he silently shrank back into the car and sat down without saying a word.

Gin paused for a moment, turned his head and looked Qin Wuque up and down with the corner of his eye for a while, then turned his head back and started walking again: "Forget it, I'm busy. Also, don't go in and out of the base if you have nothing to do."

"Hmm~"

Qin Wuque, who had expected this kind of answer, did not feel discouraged. He just imitated the tone in the TV commercial and walked towards the elevator door, leaving behind a somewhat desolate back.

"Busy, everyone is busy, it's better to be busy~"

"..."

Hearing this, Gin, who had just started walking again, hesitated a little, his eyes twitched slightly, and he finally finished the sentence in a low voice.

"Next time."

Not sure if it was because the voice was too soft to be heard clearly or if Qin Wuque was too immersed in the sadness of becoming an empty-nest elderly ahead of time, he was completely unaware of Gin's answer and continued to drag his heavy feet step by step into the opened elevator door.

Seeing this, Gin didn't bother to worry about whether this guy really didn't hear it or was pretending not to hear it. He just shook his head and left.

However, what she didn't know was that at an angle that she couldn't see, Qin Wuque, who had already walked into the elevator, showed a funny expression that was exactly as expected.

Wow, such a proud guy~

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After receiving the reply of "definitely next time" from his beautiful white-haired boss, Qin Wuque did not take the elevator back to his private room in the base immediately, but chose to go to an upper floor.

The entire base building is actually divided into six parts. The bottom part is the inspection department which is used to monitor the situation around the base. There are usually people on duty in shifts 24 hours a day.

Two floors above is the restaurant, where members of the organization can order food freely. It doesn’t matter how much they eat as it’s free, but the prerequisite is that they don’t waste food.