My lover is this organization

"It seems that the organization has given you too few tasks recently. You are living a very comfortable life, Xuehua."

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I was originally planning to directly continue the plot of John Wick 2, but suddenly I remembered that Captain Jean seemed to have not appeared for a long time, and I was afraid that the pace would be too tight, so I just called her in to connect the plot and boost Captain Jean's favorability.

Hi, it’s not easy to capture the Iceberg Beauty~

Type, type, type ~ There will be a second update.

Chapter 117 Shy Qin Group Leader (referred to as Shy Qin)

A pure black Porsche 356A parked outside the villa.

In the living room, the silver-haired beauty sat dignifiedly on the sofa where Huibara Ai had sat before, her eyes straight ahead, and her delicate face, as cold as an iceberg, showed no expression at all.

On the long sofa against the wall to her right, a dog had a helpless look on its face.

Mingmei and Shirley had already gone upstairs, so they were the only two left in the living room.

"So, uh... Captain Qin, why did you come here suddenly, and why are you dressed so... socially?"

His eyes swept from top to bottom calmly, Qin Wuque retreated tactically in his heart, and changed the description to one that was more in line with his style, thus effectively hiding the look of "Wow" in his eyes.

It's really magical that Captain Qin, who always wears a black windbreaker from the executive department in all occasions, actually dressed up today for the first time.

She took off her heavy windbreaker and put on a dark evening dress with some sparkling embellishments, freeing her slender arms from the sleeves lined with bulletproof material. The waterfall of silver silk covered her smooth back, and the long hem of the dress covered her snow-white long legs, extending to the end of the calf just right, just enough to reveal her delicate ankles, making people want to bend down and kiss her... or be trampled on.

As for the shoes under her feet, they were a pair of unremarkable high heels. Perhaps it was because she was used to the flat boots worn in the executive department uniforms, so the heels of the high heels were not very high.

Not only that, Gin, who has always been extremely disgusted with those half-baked killers who wear gold and silver and can't wait to show off if they have a little money, even wore a thin silver necklace around his neck today and a waterproof ladies' watch on his wrist.

Earrings...well, no earrings because she doesn't have pierced ears.

But just these were enough to shock Qin Wuque.

Can you imagine a middle school teacher who is always extremely strict with her classmates, only wears the most conventional suits to work, and even keeps her hairstyle extremely simple, and suddenly one day she changes into a slim-fitting uniform, takes off her old-fashioned flesh-colored stockings and puts on seductive black stockings, and asks you to sit in her office?

able……

"Is it weird that I'm dressed like this?" The silver-haired beauty glanced at him coldly.

Because the tone was too calm, Qin Wuque was unable to tell for a moment whether this was a real question or a rhetorical threat.

Out of a strong desire to survive, he shook his head decisively and quickly: "No, no, our leader Qin is naturally beautiful, a perfect clothes hanger, she looks good in anything she wears!"

"Um……"

The silver-haired beauty let out a barely perceptible sigh of relief.

To be honest, if it wasn't for the mission, she would never have dressed herself like this. Not only would it affect her movements, but it also had no defensive capabilities. It was even difficult to hide a weapon close to her body. Even if she wanted to tie a switchblade to her thigh, she would have to lift up her skirt to use it, not to mention carrying a pistol or something like that.

The most important thing is that because the bottom of the skirt is open, it is inevitable that air will pass through, so every time she walks, she will feel a cool feeling passing through her legs, which makes her feel inexplicably ashamed...

Fortunately, at least Qin Wuque didn't say that it was strange for her to dress like that.

"It's so sunny outside and you don't draw the curtains. It's so hot."

Gin fanned his neck with his hand as if to hide his mistake, then turned his head, frowned, glanced at the wide open curtains behind him, and reached out to close them without saying a word.

呲——

If you can’t pull it up, try again.

呲.

Still not pulled up, try again!

呲!

But she didn't know if it was because the curtain rail had not been used for a long time and had become a little old, or if it was because even a mere curtain was against her and didn't want her to get what she wanted. Every time she moved it, it got stuck and she had to pull it hard before it would reluctantly move forward a little. All of this made the silver-haired beauty almost explode with anger, and she was so angry that she pulled out her gun and shot two shots at the rail.

"Let me do it, let me do it..."

Seeing this, Qin Wuque quickly got up from the sofa and helped pull the curtains.

He didn't want to see the curtains in his house being forcibly pulled down. If that happened, even the rails might have to be dismantled and reinstalled, which would be another hassle.

"Humph……"

Feeling the slight burning sensation on his back without direct sunlight, Gin snorted coldly, which didn't seem like he was expressing dissatisfaction, but rather more like tsundere.

"Do you have a suit? If you do, change into it now, then we'll set off. We have a mission tonight." She said, turning her head away.

"Suit?" Qin Wuque was stunned.

It's no wonder that Gin would ask such a question, mainly because he almost always wears a messy cosplay costume, and only occasionally changes into the executive department uniform when performing a mission. He basically has never worn a suit.

The main problem is that it is troublesome to wear, and the other is that it is uncomfortable to wear, not loose enough and too restrictive.

"What kind of mission is this? Why does he have to wear a suit? Can't Vodka go? Vodka wears suits all year round." Qin Wuque reminded.

"He..." The silver-haired beauty thought about it, then shook her head slightly, "He can't."

"puff!"

Qin Wuque couldn't help but cover his face, and mourned for Vodka in his heart for a second: "Okay, I see it now. Captain Qin, you are just using Vodka as a driver. You are too lazy to drive so you let the driver drive. You are just a tool! Vodka, you are so miserable!"

"Shut up, it's not what you think." Gin glared with his beautiful eyes.

She knew Vodka's level very well. As the only younger brother she had ever led since she got the code name, she had great confidence in Vodka's abilities. Although his personality was a little bit simple, his comprehensive combat ability was not inferior to that of some elite operators of international intelligence organizations.

But... she didn't really want other people in the organization to see her in this outfit.

Perhaps it was out of a desire to maintain her authority in the executive department, or perhaps it was for some other reason. In short, even she herself couldn't explain it clearly, but her intuition told her that it would be better not to speak out this idea.

"Okay, I admit, I don't have a suit." Qin Wuque raised his hands and confessed.

As soon as she finished speaking, the silver-haired beauty stood up and left, her steps swift and decisive, without any reluctance, as if she was too lazy to say another word, or perhaps felt that all the words she had wasted before were completely unnecessary.

What? Are you really going to just run away?

She walked all the way to the entrance and put her hand on the door handle before stopping. She glanced at Qin Wuque, who was still sitting on the sofa with a dazed look on his face. Her pretty face, which was as unchanging as an iceberg, revealed a hint of dissatisfaction like a cat's towards its owner.

"What are you doing sitting there? If you don't have a suit, we can go buy one right now. We still have time."

"Ah this..."

Qin Wuque opened his mouth, but didn't know what to say for a moment, so he lowered his head and looked dejected.

Good man, this wave can be avoided on the first day but not on the fifteenth...

"Okay, okay~"

Qin Wuque staggered to his feet from the sofa, thinking that he should text Mingmei to tell her that he would not be back for dinner.

But just as he stood up, the corner of his eye inadvertently caught a glimpse through the curtains and saw a short, blurry figure hurriedly passing by the Porsche 365A outside the villa wall.

"who!?"

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Shit, I bought a Tushan Yaya figurine, the one sitting on an ice fountain, I remember it was only over 600 yuan before, but now it seems that the original one is over 1,000 yuan, I don’t know if it’s out of print. (vomiting blood)

Chapter 118 Conan, the God of Death

Conan had actually been squatting outside the villa for some time. The increasingly scorching sun in the late spring afternoon allowed him to clearly feel the heat that was shining directly on the ground and then rising up even under the shade of the trees.

Several times he tried to muster up the courage to go up and ring the doorbell, but each time he pulled his hand back before he could touch it, and then retreated back to the shade of the trees across the street.

It’s not because he has social phobia, but because he hasn’t figured out how to talk to Qin Wuque.

What can he do?

Do I have to rush into someone else's house, grab him by the collar and ask him what his relationship is with the woman who drugged him?

How can it be……

If he really did this, there would be only two outcomes.

Either Qin Wuque didn't know what the Black Organization was at all, and just kicked him out as a little kid with a problem in his brain.

Either Qin Wuque himself was a member of the Black Organization, and then his identity as Kudo Shinichi was directly exposed and he was killed on the spot.

Indeed, judging from Qin Wuque's previous performance, Conan has enough reason to believe that the former must have an extraordinary identity. Although it is impossible to confirm whether he is related to the mysterious black organization, it is very likely that he is a person who also wanders in the gray area.

And since returning from Vespania, Xiaolan's occasional abnormal behavior has made Conan a little worried.

And the worst thing is... Xiaolan's abnormal behavior in recent days is very likely related to Qin Wuque.

So, when Conan was still hesitating, he saw a pure black Porsche 356A parked in front of the villa.

Wait, why is it pure black?!

It was as if the winery had a PTSD attack. Somehow, the first time Conan saw the black Porsche, his mind immediately thought of the black organization that poisoned him, and the silver figure that got out of the car immediately made his pupils shrink sharply.

Waist-length silver hair, dark green eyes, and an icy face that never shows any emotion...

Conan recognized the other person at a glance because of her unique appearance. There is no doubt that she is the woman who had previously made a deal with the president of a certain company in Dorobiga Amusement Park and fed him a poison that can shrink people's bodies!

It's really her!

Conan was shocked when he saw that the other party did not ring the doorbell immediately after reaching the door of the villa. Instead, he took out a key that was stored separately from his handbag, inserted it into the keyhole and opened the door of the villa.

really!

The silver-haired beauty, who was completely unaware of the situation, had no idea that her tiny movements had actually proved Conan's guess.

After all, if they are not in a relationship, how could you give each other the key to your villa, right?

Hiss~ But if that’s the case, then who was the big sister who helped open the door when I went to visit her last time on impulse?

The high school detective who has been single for seventeen years since leaving his mother's womb suddenly felt that his emotional intelligence was a little insufficient.

Conan stood there in a daze for a while. He looked at the closed door of the villa, then at the black Porsche parked at the door of the villa. Suddenly, he was surprised to find... It seemed that? The door of the Porsche was not locked? And the car key was inserted in it and he hadn't taken it out yet?

After thinking for a moment, an idea emerged in his mind that was so bold that it was suicidal to normal people and even made Conan himself shudder.

He plans to...

……

"who!?"

With the corner of his eye, he caught a glimpse of a short, blurry figure passing by the wall of the villa through the curtains. A loud shout like a bolt from the blue burst out of Qin Wuque's mouth, echoing throughout the villa in an instant.

The sound was so strong that even the best soundproofing materials couldn't block it, and it scared the silver-haired beauty who was about to push the door open at the entrance.

"how……"

Gin frowned and was about to speak, but someone was quicker than her. In the blink of an eye, the person opened the door and rushed out, still wearing home slippers when he rushed to the road in front of the door.

Qin Wuque looked around vigilantly, but the entire road in front of the door was empty, so where could the short figure be?

Besides, the walls between the villas are connected, so there is no such thing as hiding in the alleys.

So where did the people go?

Qin Wuque was puzzled.

But since the naked eye cannot detect it, let's just give up vision.

So Qin Wuque slowly closed his eyes and shifted all his attention that was originally focused on vision to hearing.

Although his ability to analyze sounds is not as good as that of Sangbei in the reboot who could identify the map of the entire underground palace by hearing a bomb thrown, the five senses of a hybrid are much stronger than those of ordinary people, so it is no problem to use it as a small-range footstep search device.

The sound of the wind, the singing of birds, the rustling of leaves, the honking of trucks on the distant road...all kinds of sounds intertwined and flowed into Qin Wuque's ears, and then were analyzed one by one in his mind according to different categories.

I have everything, except one thing missing.

Footsteps.

Well, there were actually footsteps, but they came from behind him, and from the sound of the footsteps, it was obvious that the person on the other end was a tall woman over 1.7 meters tall and wearing high heels.

As if she didn't want to disturb someone's "radio", Gin deliberately lowered the force of her footsteps and slowed down her pace as she slowly came to Qin Wuque's side. She only spoke slowly when the latter opened his eyes again.

"did not find?"

"did not find."

"Did you read it wrong?"