My lover is this organization

I don't know who came up with this clever way to add interest, but they removed the walls that used to separate the bathroom and bedroom in traditional hotel rooms, and replaced them with large, bright floor-to-ceiling windows made of high-definition translucent glass. This way, not only can people taking a shower inside see outside, but people outside can also see the scene inside.

Of course, these crazy designers still have a little humanity. They give non-couple tourists the last option - two thick and heavy oversized curtains that block out any light.

But then again, maybe this is just another way they spice things up.

Because these two thick, heavy, light-proof curtains...are designed to be placed outside the bathroom.

In other words, whether it is open or closed, the choice is always in the hands of the person outside the bathroom, and has nothing to do with the person taking a bath in the bathroom.

This will test the quality of your relationship with your roommates, as well as their moral integrity.

So, when Qin Wuque was the first to enter the bathroom, Vermouth decisively pulled the two curtains open... completely.

Even when she went in by herself, she had no intention of being pulled up.

Although given their relationship, it doesn't matter whether they are connected or not.

In the bathroom, Vermouth was still taking a shower.

Outside the bathroom, Qin Wuque stared at the computer without blinking.

It’s not because he’s lost interest after seeing it too much, but because he’s reporting the progress of the mission to Gin.

"You can't get back to Tokyo until tomorrow night? What's the reason?"

On the screen, Gin, who was fixing his long hair in front of the camera, frowned slightly.

Perhaps because she had just gotten up, she was not wearing her usual long black trench coat, nor was she wearing the black hat that she never changed or had in her closet. She was simply wearing a thin turtleneck sweater that covered her hips from top to bottom. She held a slender ladies' cigarette in her mouth, which had not yet been lit. The unlit cigarette butt swayed slightly up and down as her lips opened and closed.

"Hey, Captain Qin, you understand me~" Qin Wuque held up his chin with a bright smile, "No matter what, the Sindor Group is at least a leading company in the IT industry, with many projects under its control, so after I carefully completed the task assigned to me by the organization, I ordered some things in my personal name, which took a little more time."

"I told you not to call me that!" Gin raised his voice slightly, but then lowered it again and said, "Did you complete the mission?"

"of course!"

Qin Wuque became excited upon hearing this, grabbed the contract paper with the signature of Chairman Sindora that he had thrown on the bed next to him, and handed it to the camera.

"How is it? Did you see it? Although the handwriting is a little sloppy, it should be legible. Well, there is nothing I can do. The price offered by our organization is too generous. I can't refuse it. I was so excited when I signed that I almost couldn't hold the pen."

"..."

Gin on the other side of the screen resisted the urge to roll his eyes when he heard this.

Of course she could tell from her eyes that the handwriting was not caused by excitement at all, but was simply caused by fear.

What did Snow Beer do again? Did it kill all the people in the company?

Qin Wuque couldn't read minds, so of course he couldn't know what Gin was thinking about on the other side of the screen. He changed the subject and asked, "By the way, how about the person I introduced to you before? Have you met him?"

"I've met him before. He's a master. Wait for me." Gin nodded slightly.

She stood up from the computer, grabbed the black windbreaker on the back of the chair, and threw it on skillfully. Then she sat back on the computer chair, her expression unchanged, "But I still find it a little strange. According to what you said, that guy met that woman Akemi Miyano in a car accident, but the problem is that based on my observation, with that guy's skills, there is no possibility that he would be accidentally hit by a car while crossing the road."

"Well..." Qin Wuque scratched his head, "It can only be said that even the smartest monkey will fall from the tree sometimes."

"But you can't rule out the possibility that this was a car accident staged deliberately by someone." Gin's sharp eyes seemed to pierce through the screen.

"Although the organization has been adhering to the concept of covert operations for the past half century, I can feel that recently intelligence organizations around the world have vaguely noticed our existence. This time, perhaps it is a tentative attack launched against us, but we have not noticed it yet. What do you think?"

"I don't know~" Qin Wuque continued to scratch his head, "If they want to come, then come. At worst... I'll just let them take everything away?"

This train of thought is so simple and crude that it has no friends.

"Not yet."

Gin looked away, grabbed the pistol from the computer and prepared to put it into the holster: "I will arrange a mission for you when you come back, and you will carry it out with that guy named Moroboshi Dai."

Qin Wuque's face suddenly turned bitter: "Really? Captain Qin, I don't want to lead a newbie..."

boom!

A loud noise suddenly came from the computer, and then the entire screen went black.

Qin Wuque was startled. At first he thought the computer was broken, but after looking left and right for a while, he suddenly found the words "Your friend has been disconnected" popped up on the screen.

It turned out that Gin shot and blew up her computer in a rage.

It's amazing. I thought my computer was broken.

Fortunately not.

At this time, Vermouth in the bathroom had finished taking a bath and walked out wrapped in a large bath towel. Her two slender and plump white legs were exposed to the air, easily catching someone's attention.

"Are you reporting the mission to Gin?" she asked in a low voice with the corners of her mouth raised.

"Hmm." Qin Wuque nodded without blinking. "Sister Bei, you know that Captain Qin is very serious. Even if you come back a minute late after completing the mission, she will ask you where you went."

"That's her style."

Vermouth giggled and hooked her finger at Qin Wuque. The bath towel on her body slowly untied and fell off. Instead, she was wearing the lawyer's suit that she wore in the Sindorah Group building during the day.

"Then next, shouldn't you also 'report' your 'work' to me?"

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PS1: ohhhhhhhhhhhhhthan thanks to Taiqing Benyuan for the dog food reward!!!

PS2: Damn, because I was too lazy to wear a sweater, I caught a cold at home. My throat is so uncomfortable and cracked.

Chapter 16 Work Report

The so-called reporting work...

Of course, it is a real work report.

Don't be crooked.

In the high-end double suite, all lighting devices have been turned off, leaving only the single wall-mounted bedside lamp that is still emitting warm light.

On the floor, clothes of all styles were thrown everywhere, from women's suits to white shirts, to secretary-style suits and skirts, black stockings, including the red dragon costume that someone wore when he had a second-year syndrome attack during the day, which was the cosplay of the owner of the Yashe.

Vermouth wrapped herself tightly in the quilt and curled up in the bed, her back pressed against a hot chest, her eyes hazy. Now she was like a well-fed little animal, the only thing left was to squint her eyes and let out a few satisfied hums.

Qin Wuque hugged her from behind.

In fact, personally speaking, he still prefers face-to-face hugging, but the latter is too big. Even if he hugs tightly and presses against the collar of the quilt, there will always be a big gap, and the slightly cool air will rush in, making it so cold that he feels extremely cold, so he just gives up.

Besides, this posture will help him practice his ball-handling skills... No, it should make the person being hugged feel extra safe.

"During the day, I thought you would take the child away with you." Vermouth suddenly whispered to herself.

She didn't look back, but just rested her head back, with the back of her head resting on Qin Wuque's chin. Some of her light golden hair was pushed towards the latter's cheek as she moved, rubbing against the tip of his nose, making him feel itchy.

"Damn, why do you say that, Sister Bei? I'm not a human trafficker." Qin Wuque asked puzzledly.

"I think with your eyesight you should be able to see that the child was forcibly confined there to work for the Sindorah Group, right?"

Vermouth paused for a moment. She said, "Maybe I'm thinking too much. I've always felt that you're different from both me and Gin. I'm not talking about your behavior or personality, but something deeper, like... your view of good and evil?"

"Pfft~"

Qin Wuque couldn't help laughing out loud: "Come on~ Isn't this normal? I was successfully taught to read during the nine-year compulsory education. Besides, shouldn't everyone's life path be decided by themselves? I have already pointed out an alternative path for him. If Sawada Hiroki really wants to leave, he has enough skills to hack into the main server of the Sindorah Group, mess up the entire building, and then leave on his own... Uh, why did we suddenly turn to such a serious topic while chatting? This is not in line with your usual style, isn't it?"

"Then what about the list we saw on the top floor during the day?" Vermouth asked this question calmly.

To be honest, she was still very nervous when she asked this question. Although she and Qin Wuque had an inexplicable sense of trust since a long time ago, she also knew that the source of this trust was entirely based on her own wishful thinking.

It should be considered... out of sympathy for each other as fellow victims of the drug?

Even Vermouth herself couldn't explain this clearly.

A sensitive question, one-sided trust, she had every reason to believe that if the same question was asked by someone else, Qin Wuque would kill the other person in an instant.

But if I ask it from my own mouth, maybe...

Vermouth was somewhat expectant, yet also slightly scared.

As expected, as she finished speaking, Qin Wufen behind her fell into a long silence.

After a while, she felt the quilt move.

A hand that was gently resting on her smooth belly moved away.

Vermouth was startled and subconsciously tensed her body.

But just as she was hesitating whether to lift the quilt and jump up to take the initiative, the sound of nails scratching the scalp repeatedly sounded behind her.

The Thousand-Faced Witch turned around in astonishment, only to see someone scratching his head and looking at her awkwardly.

"Haven't I told you about this matter before, Sister Bei?" Qin Wuque's face was full of innocence.

"..."

“No.” Vermouth shook her head slowly and blankly.

"Oh, I guess I forgot."

ha?

forgotten?

Vermouth almost thought she had heard it wrong.

Then she heard someone continue to say, "Because I am not very good at history, I can't tell the specific historical years and dynasties. Anyway, my family has been doing dirty work for a long time. We specialize in collecting money and helping people get rid of disasters. The power of the gang is basically entrenched in the Jiangnan area. When it was the biggest, let alone ordinary dignitaries, as long as the customer can afford the price, even the court ministers can sink you into the river or the sea overnight."

"This……"

Vermouth thought to herself, is this really reasonable? Although she didn't know much about Chinese history, looking at the world history, the rulers of any dynasty would not allow such a civilian terrorist organization to exist, including now. What's more, it is so blatant that it even does not let the imperial envoy go.

Wouldn't that be...

"But we don't kill the emperor~"

As if he could see through what Vermouth was thinking, Qin Wuque shrugged and explained.

"In essence, we should be considered to be in the same group with the emperor. However, since this involves the study of the checks and balances between the monarch's power and the ministers' power, it would be difficult to explain so I won't go into details. Anyway, in some special cases, the emperor can also be our client, um... provided that you pay."

He went on to say, "In general, my ancestors were quite principled and had integrity. They would not kill the emperor or the pillars of the country, and they could kill eunuchs at a discount. When there was an invasion, they could even provide a friendly wholesale price... But that was in the past. Now we live in a society ruled by law. I am probably the only one in my family who still practices this ancestral craft. The others have either gone into business or other industries. It is said that they have been trying to expand into the mobile game industry in recent years. I can't learn those things, so I can only practice my old craft."

"Why, why?" Vermouth asked subconsciously.

"No reason." Qin Wuque scratched his head, "Because murder is against the law, and Sister Bei, don't you think that mobile games can make money much faster than robbing a bank? Most importantly, it's not against the law..."

Killing people is against the law, but making mobile games is not.

How convincing and well-reasoned.

When Vermouth heard this, she felt almost stunned.

"Oh, right." As if she suddenly realized something, she blinked and forced herself to wake up. "Does anyone else in the organization know about what you just said?"

"Yes, I have."

Qin Wuque started counting on his fingers: "Captain Qin knows, Shirley should know too, I'm not sure about Vodka, but if Captain Qin didn't deliberately avoid the question when I told him, he should have known too."

"This... shouldn't this be a secret that cannot be told?" Vermouth was dumbfounded.

"How can it be."

Qin Wuque glanced at her with disdain.

"In China, this can be called a century-old brand... No, it may even be a thousand-year-old brand!"

As he said this, he put his arms around Vermouth's soft and slender waist again.

"So instead of talking about these old things, why don't we have another round, sister?"

Vermouth was shocked when she heard this.

"Eh? Why do you want it again... Wait, slow down, hiss..."

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PS1: I suddenly want to change the cover to Bayonetta, but I found this feminine Gin cover with great difficulty, so I am very conflicted.

PS2: It’s impossible to have a cold, it’s just a cold…