My lover is this organization

"It shouldn't be..."

Qin Wuque was both depressed and confused, because he had clearly seen a blurry short figure flash past the window just now, but when he chased out, he found that there was no one outside.

Moreover, he had done some research before moving in here. The person living next door to him on the left was an old inventor named Dr. Agasa, who was in his fifties, a single fat old man with white hair. It was impossible for him to have such good skills.

As for the house on the right side of his house, it is simply empty. Because housing prices in Tokyo are too expensive, no one has bought such a high-end villa yet.

"So what did you see?" Gin asked, turning his head sideways.

"Probably... about this height." Qin Wuque stretched out his hand and gestured at a height of about one meter above the ground.

"Dwarf killer?"

"God damn dwarf killer."

Qin Wuque shook his head.

"Besides, although the dwarf killer is short in stature, he has strong limbs and great strength. The one I just saw was obviously a skinny guy, who looked like a child."

"So you mean you can't even catch up with the kids?"

"How the hell can this be... Never mind, if you say it is so, then it is so. No more quibbling!"

Qin Wuque waved his hand to indicate that he did not want to create too much debate on this topic.

The silver-haired beauty heard this and a rare hint of teasing flashed across her dark green eyes. She said, "Okay, go change your shoes. We are leaving now. Hurry up and there is still time."

"More than enough~"

At the same time, in Agasa's house next door, a small figure was leaning against the cold and heavy entrance door, breathing heavily, with beads of sweat dripping down his face but a confident smile that showed he was determined to win.

Hearing the noise coming from the entrance, a huge snow-white spherical creature "rolled" out of the room.

To be precise, he was an old man with white hair and beard, wearing a white coat and a rather plump figure. Conan couldn't help but be startled when he saw him leaning against the door with sweat all over his forehead.

"Shin... Shinichi, are you okay?"

"It's okay. It couldn't be better."

Wiping the sweat off his face, Conan raised his hand and pressed a small button on his glasses. An electronic network diagram similar to a radar unfolded on his lenses, with a slightly dazzling red dot flashing on it.

"We finally caught them!"

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Oh my god, I heard that Hedgehog Cat is now recruiting people, and strongly urges Sister Nanxi to make her debut. The memes are there, the people are there, and the popularity is there. Can't she just start a live show and punch pigeons one by one, and treat them as raw food DD?

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Chapter 119 She is anxious She is anxious

In the season before early summer, night falls relatively early.

When night falls, the classic Porsche 356A slowly drives on the brightly lit streets of Tokyo.

Qin Wuque, wearing a newly bought slim-fit suit, lay motionless on the passenger seat of the Porsche 365A. A simple safety belt bound him like a rope, so he could only lie straight in the seat with a hard bulge.

I can only say that he is worthy of being the captain of the Qin Band. His working style is always so vigorous and efficient. It only took him less than an hour to complete the whole process of going to the suit shop to select clothes, try them on and pay for them. By the time he was done with the whole set, the sun hadn't even had time to set.

During the entire shopping process, Qin Wuque felt like he had turned into a ruthless clothes-trying machine. He was basically repeating the process of taking clothes into the fitting room, changing them on and letting Captain Qin take a look, and then taking the next piece of clothes in to change into.

And a certain silver-haired beauty who was not short of money just glanced at it, said "OK", and then paid for it with her credit card without even asking the price.

The extremely skillful card swiping action made Qin feel like he had become a gigolo.

There's nothing I can do. He forgot to bring his credit card when he was in a hurry.

"So...is this the legendary designated uniform for tough guys?" Qin Wuque said with difficulty.

It was indeed very difficult. Just by listening to the sound, he felt like a pigeon with its neck pinched and unable to call.

Gin, who was sitting in the driver's seat and driving, turned around and took a look, feeling helpless.

"Can you relax a little?"

To be honest, although she didn't like the dinner dress she was wearing, she had no choice for tonight's mission. At most, she felt a little restrained, but she wasn't as stiff as this guy and couldn't even move!

Can we really carry out our mission well if we continue like this?

The silver-haired beauty expressed some doubt.

"Can't you just not wear a suit..." Qin Wuque protested in a low voice.

"No." Gin refused without giving any face, "Today our mission is to attend the memorial service for Sakamaki Akira at the Haido Hotel. If we don't wear a suit, it will be too conspicuous, and we might not even be able to get in, so we have to wear it."

"Then...wouldn't it be better if we just kill them all?" Qin Wuque gestured with his hands. "To be honest, I think Captain Qin, we should return to the base immediately and go to the equipment depot to get an RPG. I'll carry the RPG to the memorial service and fire the first shot as soon as I enter the door."

"Do you already know who the target person is this time?" The silver-haired beauty glanced at him.

"An RPG has already been fired. Do we still need to know who the target is?" Qin Wuque said, scratching his head.

"..."

Gin stopped talking.

What he said made a lot of sense and it was hard to refute it.

After a while, she shook her head: "No, you have to wear it, but you can unbutton it if you really feel uncomfortable."

"Roar~"

Finally getting the order, Qin Wuque unbuttoned his clothes without saying a word, then pressed the door switch to lower the window, stretched himself lazily facing the evening breeze blowing in from the window, took a deep breath, and exhaled longly.

"Uh... I finally feel better. So, Captain Qin, who is our target today?"

"Tunkou Shigehiko." Gin said softly.

"That guy was originally a politician. He was bribed because his seat was useful to the organization. But this idiot was greedy and was recently found to have taken bribes. If nothing unexpected happens, he will be arrested soon. In order to prevent the organization's intelligence from being leaked by this guy, Pisco specially arranged to meet him at the memorial service. Our admission quota was also prepared by Pisco."

"Oh, Pisco is here too?" Qin Wuque raised his eyebrows slightly, somewhat surprised that the veteran member of the organization was also involved this time.

"What else can I do? Anyway, this is all he can do now." The silver-haired beauty said in a cold voice, "Pisco is old. Do you think he would have his current position if he hadn't joined the organization early? Including his current position as the CEO of the crappy car company, it was the organization that helped him get there. The little money he provides to the organization every year can only be considered his job at best. It wouldn't make much difference if someone else did it."

"Well……"

Qin Wuque nodded after pondering for a moment, without commenting further.

But soon, he remembered another thing.

"By the way, Captain Qin, where did you get the key to my villa? I don't think I have..."

Click.

With the sound of the safety unlocking, a silenced Beretta was quietly pressed against a dog's head. A hint of shame and anger flashed across the dark green eyes of the silver-haired beauty.

Qin Wuque swallowed back all the words he hadn't finished speaking and waved his hands to show that he gave in.

"Forget it, I won't ask. I don't know anything."

……

……

The memorial service was held in the top floor lobby of the hotel. By the time Qin Wuque and Gin arrived, there were already a lot of people at the memorial service.

However, although it was a memorial service, there was not much of a sad atmosphere in the venue. Everywhere you looked there was a happy scene. Celebrities from all walks of life were talking to each other in neat clothes while holding their wine glasses. It was more like a gathering of like-minded people than a memorial service. It's just that the famous director Sakamaki Akie had passed away, so it had to be called a memorial service.

Most people gathered in groups of three or four, but there was one exception.

He was a middle-aged man who looked to be around 50 years old. Like almost everyone else present, he was wearing a pure black suit and had a large nose that looked quite festive. He was surrounded by various cameras and spotlights. He kept wiping the cold sweat from his forehead while forcing himself to smile and fend off various sharp questions from reporters.

His name is Shigehiko Tsuguchi.

"You two, you are finally here."

Qin Wuque and Gin had just finished signing the roster at the entrance of the memorial service when an old voice sounded behind them.

"Ok?"

Qin Wuque looked back and saw a white-haired old man standing behind them, squinting his eyes and looking very kind.

"Chairman Masuyama, long time no see." The silver-haired beauty smiled coldly.

It was obvious that she was trying her best to appear polite, but her nature was hard to change, and forcing herself to laugh was already her limit.

In fact, according to the regulations, under normal circumstances, organization members should not show any relationship with each other when they are outside unless it is necessary. However, considering that Pisco helped prepare the admission tickets for both of them this time, it would be abnormal if they pretended to be too cold.

"Yes, it's been a long time since I last saw you, Miss Kurosawa." Kenzo Masuyama also smiled politely.

However, just when he was about to greet Qin Wuque in the same way as a formality, an indescribable force suddenly fell on his shoulder.

Qin Wuque was seen slapping the chairman of the automobile company's shoulder blades vigorously, making a loud bang. His handsome face was filled with a smile that was so bright that it looked stupid in Pisco's eyes.

"Long time no see, Lao Pi!"

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The status has been restored and two chapters have been updated on time, that’s great.

Chapter 120: Having an affair

"Uh Qin...Mr. Qin, you are here too."

Pisco was startled by Qin Wuque's sudden action, and his expression became stiff for a moment.

Looking back, many people in the memorial hall were looking at them in surprise.

Come to think of it, everyone else is chatting quietly in groups of two or three, and everyone is talking in a low voice, but you are the only one here who suddenly makes a loud noise, just like a table of food from a food stall suddenly breaks into a high-end Western restaurant, it's hard not to attract attention.

Helplessly, the 71-year-old chairman of the automobile company had to nod his head one by one to express his apology.

He is different from Tequila, the naive guy who thinks everything is second to him. He has been in the organization for so many years. Although he was from the executive department at the beginning, as he got older, he gradually took a position in the management and retreated to the second line. He no longer participated in fighting and killing, and began to concentrate on running the organization's business.

The reason why he was able to survive for so many years, apart from his own strong strength, a big part of the reason was that he was very timid, very timid.

Pisco understood one thing a long time ago: there are only wrong names, but no wrong nicknames.

Just like Qin Wuque’s official code name in the organization is “VINO”, which means wine.

But this does not mean that Qin Wuque's personality is as sweet and delicious as wine, but it means that every time he carries out a mission, he will kill the enemy and make blood flow like a river, and the scene seems to be full of wine.

Hence its name.

Since I can't afford to offend this killer, I can only put up with it...

Pisco thinks so.

But when he carefully turned his head and cast his gaze towards a certain silver-haired beauty, he found that there was unexpectedly no dissatisfaction on the latter's face, as if she had not noticed Qin Wuque's previous overly eye-catching behavior at all.

huh?

Not right.

Is this still the cold-blooded woman who would like to point a gun at her subordinates’ heads if they say one more word?

Pisco was a little surprised, but vaguely he seemed to have realized something extraordinary.

"Well, tell me about your plan, Chairman Masuyama."

The silver-haired beauty's voice was very soft, but it easily woke up Pisco who was immersed in his high-intensity imagination. He then reacted immediately and couldn't help but break out in a cold sweat.

It was amazing. What was going on in his head just now? Fortunately, this ruthless woman didn’t see through it... Pisco took a deep breath.

He forced his voice to calm down. "It's like this. I have already made an agreement with Shigehiko Tsuchiguchi on the phone using a voice changer. There will be a slide show after the memorial service officially begins. By then, the entire venue will be dark. I asked him to wait under the chandelier in the center of the venue. Our people will meet him then, and we can start at that time."

"Yeah." Gin nodded lightly.

Pisco then withdrew his inquiring gaze and turned to Qin Wuque and said, "So... Mr. Qin, do you need any help?"

The so-called help here, of course, refers to providing tools for committing the crime.

"Me?" Qin Wuque's eyes were always gently fixed on the politician surrounded by reporters not far away, with a smile on his lips. "I don't need any help. What you have done, Pisco, is enough. If I want to save time, I can kill him quietly now, and no one in the audience will find out that it was us who did it."

As soon as he finished speaking, the leader of the Qin group beside him glared at him.

"It's better to be cautious!" the silver-haired beauty emphasized again.

"Okay, okay..." Qin Wuque raised his hands and surrendered again.

Watching the interaction between the two people, Pisco's expression became subtle again.