My lover is this organization

Do you understand the logic behind the subordinate Mo Bo's boss's words?

Fortunately, the dog only hugged it for a moment and then let go.

Qin Wuque didn't mind showing affection with Captain Qin in front of Chianti Vodka and others. Even if they were not used to this kind of thing now, they would get used to it in the future.

The reason he let go was because he saw Sister Bei and Curacao also walking out of the elevator behind Captain Qin.

And the two girls were looking at him with eyes that were either meaningful or resentful.

As the saying goes, what is worrying is not the lack of wealth but the inequality of wealth.

Therefore, in order to avoid hidden dangers left by "uneven treatment" in the future, which might lead to incidents like a yandere being cut in half and bleeding in the middle of the night, Qin Wuque decisively gave Sister Bei and Miss Dolphin a big hug each.

He even kissed Curacao's cheek hard, which was so white that it was almost translucent.

So Miss Dolphin transformed herself into Steam Queen again on the spot.

So since she is so easily shy...how did this girl manage not to faint from excessive blood rushing to the brain during the Landlord game last night?

Qin Wuque raised his chin in his heart, feeling a little subtle.

At this time, Vodka and Cohen, who were hiding in the other two suites, also came out.

Gin glanced at him calmly and immediately frowned.

Cohen was better. After all, he was a sniper, and his shooting style was very safe. He would only fire one shot when he showed his head, and then immediately retreat back to the cover. Apart from the fact that his clothes were a little wrinkled, there was almost no sign that he had just fought.

In comparison, Vodka looked quite miserable. There was a big tear on the outer sleeve of the left upper arm of his black suit, which gave off a slightly moist luster under the light.

It looked like he was shot.

Noticing the gaze from his big sister, Vodka scratched his head a little embarrassedly.

"Nothing, just a few scratches. I was accidentally shot by these pirates."

"Um……"

The silver-haired beauty looked at it carefully after hearing that, nodded, and then looked away.

We are all adults, not children in the chuunibyou period. We should not imitate the male protagonists in Japanese hot-blooded comics, who would rather the carotid artery be punctured than insist that it is just a scratch, creating a tragic atmosphere.

If you say it's okay, then it's okay.

Even if there is something wrong...why don't you tell me? How old are you?

"GIN, what do you say now?"

Rena Mizunashi came to the corridor holding a pirate rifle, took one look at the pirate corpses all over the ground and asked.

"This group of pirates is coming with great force. There should be many of them causing trouble in Singapore..."

"That has nothing to do with us."

The silver-haired beauty interrupted her coldly.

"Wait, Kiel, what's in your hand..." Vodka's eyes widened when he saw the rifle in Rena Mizunashi's hand.

Damn, this thing is much more useful than a pistol.

Even Cohen's face changed slightly.

"In the room next to yours, I brought it down for Chircanti and the others. There are still a lot of them in there." Qin Wuque said lazily.

"Yeah!"

Vodka and Cohen were stunned, and without saying a word, they turned around and reached for their guns.

But he was stopped by a woman from Chianti.

"Hey, hey, hey, what are you two doing? That's the girls' dormitory over there!"

As she spoke, she pointed to the pirate corpses scattered all over the ground.

"Aren't there all over the ground? Pick them up yourself!"

"..."

Okay, that works fine.

Just as the two straight men, Vodka and Cohen, were bending down to see if they could dig out something useful from the pirate corpses on the ground, a cautious squeak suddenly came from the end of the corridor.

Swish! Swish! Snap! Snap!

Almost in an instant, at least five or six guns were raised and aimed at the end of the corridor following the sound.

Even Qin Wuque, who was leaning against the wall with his arms folded across his chest, cast a sidelong glance in his direction.

I saw that the door to the emergency passage leading to the lower floor was opened a little.

The person who walked out of the door was the hotel manager who was responsible for receiving them when they arrived at the Sands Hotel the day before.

However, compared to the elegant and well-maintained gold medalist Sebastian Bass two days ago, the hotel manager at this moment looked like he had just been fished out of a sewer, covered in dust, sweating, with messy hair, and looking very embarrassed.

But surprisingly, his shirt collar was still neat and his tie was not askew at all.

As soon as the manager walked out of the door, he saw five or six guns pointing at him and was almost scared to death.

He raised his hands high and saluted in French military style, obviously a man who knew how to act.

"It's...it's me!"

Realizing that it was a false alarm, everyone in the winery looked at each other and put down their guns.

The hotel manager finally breathed a sigh of relief.

My life was saved.

"Why are you here? Aren't you going to escape?" Qin Wuque grinned.

"It's not as safe as here..." The hotel manager shook his head repeatedly.

Then he looked up and asked, as if he suddenly remembered something.

"What about the other pirates who stormed the hotel?"

"...You're asking me this question?"

Qin Wuque was a little overwhelmed.

He thought to himself, are you the hotel manager or am I the hotel manager?

Gold medalist Bass also realized that there was something wrong with the way he asked the question, and hurriedly changed the topic.

"What I mean is... I saw two groups of pirates rushing into the hotel on the surveillance camera. One group of pirates rushed to the top floor of the hotel, and the other group should be here, so I want to ask..."

"It's dead."

Qin Wuque raised his index finger and pointed at the ceiling.

"They were all on the 'cruise ship' at the top. There were about twice as many people killed as here. I killed them all... Oh, and I also sent away a guy who made safes."

"A safe-deposit machine?"

The hotel manager was stunned.

"Leon Law." Qin Wuque sneered, "That guy is obviously a safe maker, but he got sick for no reason. He called in pirates to bomb Singapore. He wants to promote the development of the times and rebuild his ideal city. He makes himself look like a Kami of the new world."

“So that’s how it is.” The hotel manager murmured.

"Why, you know?" Qin Wuque glanced at him.

"Yes." The hotel manager nodded slightly, "I heard some things before..."

"Okay, stop. I don't want to know this." Qin Wuque interrupted him. "I'm not interested in understanding the class conflicts in Singapore. I just want to know what the situation is like outside and whether I can get a good night's sleep tonight."

"There is no doubt that you have nothing to worry about in this regard."

As soon as the issue of tourist experience was mentioned, the manager, who had a look of relief on his face a second ago, instantly turned back into the elegant gold medalist Cyrus.

He quickly tidied up his messy hair with his hands, and glanced sharply at the wound on Vodka's arm. He bowed slightly to Qin Wuque politely.

"According to the latest news I received, the Singapore police have already controlled all the pirates causing chaos in the city. I will arrange new suites for you all. As for Mr. Uozuka Saburo's injury, we will immediately arrange for medical personnel to come to the room for treatment."

"Well, it's okay..."

Qin Wuque said in his heart that this was roughly the efficiency a country's security agency should have.

We can't wait until the pirates are about to blow Singapore to pieces before the police sit back and say "I don't know", right?

Don’t you agree, Takahiro Okura?

"As for what happened here..."

Qin Wuque glanced back and forth at the dead bodies on the ground.

The manager immediately understood.

"Please rest assured, I will take care of everything!"

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My god, I spent from 10am to 1:30pm getting a new hard drive, and I almost thought it was too late to update.

The second update is loading~~~

Oh, by the way, don’t ask me why it is Chongxue instead of Chongxue, because it is a sensitive word.

Yes, no charging is allowed.

Chapter 400 Charity Landlord Time

The fighting in Singapore's urban areas was gradually quelled.

Qin Wuque sat with his head tilted back, eyes closed, and his back leaning back in the round bathtub in the bathroom of the sky villa. The warm water sprinkled with rose petals did not even reach his chest.

The bathroom was quiet. He listened to the gunshots coming from far away outside the window gradually calming down, and being replaced by the sound of sirens that sounded particularly desolate in the night.

They should be carrying out post-disaster and rescue work, right?

Qin Wuque was guessing boredly in his mind.

But these have nothing to do with him.

Pfft!

Suddenly, the crisp sound of water was heard in the bathroom. Qin Wuque was attracted and opened his eyes slightly, his gaze slowly moving downwards.

Then he saw his dear sister Bei standing in front of him, her charming body wrapped only in a bath towel that was a little too tight visually. She stood in front of him with her waist bent, her straight and long legs tightly pressed together, the gap formed a line with the deep abyss on her chest.

Well, it's very big.

There was a faint malicious smile on Vermouth's face. One hand was holding the bath towel on her body to prevent it from falling, and the other hand was stealthily reaching into the water.

Judging from the angle at which she stretched out her arm and the cunning look on her face, it was obvious that she was targeting someplace quite vital.

Wait, a more serious place?

What the hell!

Qin Wuque, realizing this, had no choice but to pretend to be asleep any longer. He sat up straight out of the water with a start.

"Oh!"

Vermouth was about to succeed in her prank, but Qin Wuque's sudden reaction caused her to fail and she also got splashed with water in the face. She was startled and her delicate body trembled slightly.

"Honey, what are you doing?" Qin Wuque's mouth twitched slightly.

"Well--"

Vermouth realized that her prank had been discovered and she had brought trouble upon herself. There was a moment of resentment in her eyes, and then she pouted her lips and decisively sat down next to Qin Wuque.

"Of course I saw someone seemed to have fallen asleep in the bathtub, so I came over to remind him to be careful of catching a cold!"

As if she herself believed what she said, Vermouth puffed out her chest with a sense of righteousness.

A reminder...

Qin Wuque was helpless and thought to himself, my dear wife, is that what you call a “reminder”?

Of course, he said a different version.

“Even if it’s a reminder, you don’t have to use this method. What if it gets torn? Right?” A dog head said as tactfully as possible.