My lover is this organization

Time soon came to night.

When Qin Wuque rushed back to the base, everyone was already there, including Captain Qin, Sister Bei, Bourbon, Chianti, Cohen...even Vodka, the idiot who only knew how to drive, was present.

It wasn’t because Qin Wuque went too late. He arrived on time and was not late. It was just that others arrived too early.

The meeting place was in the center of the training hall of the executive department. Usually when the members of the executive department had no tasks, they would train in fighting individually or in teams here. The sounds of hitting or falling could be heard from all directions from time to time.

Seeing Qin Wuque coming, Gin just nodded slightly.

And Vermouth gave him a flirtatious look without any concealment.

It doesn’t matter. Almost the entire organization knows about their relationship anyway.

Qin Wuque greeted everyone one by one and after showing off his good popularity, he staggered over to another silver-haired beauty and looked her up and down with blinking eyes.

"Curaçao?" he nodded.

"..." Miss Dolphin with heterochromatic eyes remained silent.

"Yes." Seeing that Curacao had no intention of speaking, Gin had to introduce her, "She is Curacao. She used to be directly under Rum, and now she has temporarily joined our Japanese branch's executive department..."

He had only said half of his words when Curacao, who had been silent and pretending to be an expert, suddenly moved without any warning.

At the moment when Qin Wuque's attention was attracted by Gin's voice, she suddenly leaned over, bent her elbow and punched in one go, her movements as swift as thunder.

Curacao threw a punch and hit Qin Wuque in the chest. With a dull and loud sound of the blow, he flew backwards at an extremely fast speed in an instant.

Landed ten meters away.

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I thought that since we have already adopted the worldview of the Dragon Clan, we might as well design Miss Dolphin as a hybrid. This way, the scene in the movie where she jumps from a height of four or five floors and has a memory ability comparable to quantum reading would be relatively reasonable.

Chapter 173 Jinfu Jinfu

No one expected that Qin Wuque would be knocked ten meters away by a single punch.

For a moment, the entire training hall fell into silence.

Everyone's eyes changed slightly at this moment.

Vermouth's expression changed immediately.

On the one hand, Curacao's behavior was tantamount to a direct provocation to her.

On the other hand, she didn't even see the opponent's punching movements clearly!

As mentioned earlier, Vermouth once had a not-so-nice past with Curacao.

One of the two parties was the executioner, and the other was the one who was almost executed.

If Curacao really decides to cause trouble for me... Tsk!

Thinking of this, Vermouth rarely felt a little embarrassed in her heart.

"Hmm~"

A low groaning sound was heard, and Qin Wuque, who had been knocked out and was lying on the ground far away, suddenly moved... Then he turned over and continued to lie down.

He changed from lying face down to lying flat on his back, his eyes fixed on the white ceiling above.

"The power is enough, but the accuracy is still a little lacking."

After saying that, Qin Wuque stood up from the ground with a sit-up and touched his uninjured chest.

"Average." He gave an evaluation that he thought was fair.

Seeing that the dog head was still safe and sound, Vermouth breathed a sigh of relief, and Captain Jean's dark green eyes also revealed a hint of relief, while Chianti next to him clenched his fists with an excited look on his face, and was simply overjoyed.

Because of Tequila, in fact, everyone in the entire Japanese branch has a more or less bad impression of rum. Chianti herself is a hot-tempered sister, and she is most likely to have quarrels and conflicts with Tequila, so she is also one of the few people who really hate rum.

In her eyes, Qin Wuque undoubtedly belonged to Sister Gin's faction, while Curacao was on Rum's side. She was of course very happy to see Rum's people being humiliated.

If Gin and Vermouth hadn't been there, she would have almost wanted to dance and fan the flames and shout "fight!"

Qin Wuque brushed the dust off his clothes and got up from the ground. He moved his hands and feet a little and breathed a sigh of relief. Then he bent his knees slightly and lowered his body a little. His whole body was like a compressed spring, just like a cat before an attack.

He hooked his hands at Curacao who was still standing in the distance.

"Come again."

Come again.

These two words were like the sound of the starting gun in a track and field stadium. Almost at the moment the words were spoken, Curacao, who seemed unprepared but had already accumulated strength to the extreme under her black stockings, moved.

The short dress that limited the range of motion of her legs didn't seem to be a restriction on her movements at all... maybe it did, but her movements were still as fast as lightning!

The short distance of ten meters was passed in the blink of an eye. Curacao attacked Qin Wuque almost close to the ground like a sharp arrow, but when the distance between them was less than three meters, he suddenly jumped high, kicked and swept his legs, and slashed at the latter's head with a faint sound of wind and thunder!

It is common sense in a fight not to jump around for no reason. This applies to both street brawls between thugs and duels between masters, because once a person's feet leave the ground, he loses his fulcrum, and your opponent can easily disrupt your center of gravity with just a random attack.

But this is an exception for Curacao, because she has absolute confidence in her speed and strength!

But Qin Wuque is more confident!

Faced with the whip-kick attack from the left, he didn't even bother to dodge and just punched back with his left fist.

Whip kick versus fist, this is a collision of pure power. The collision of the two is like Mars hitting the Earth. The sound that erupts in an instant is like the ringing of an ancient bell!

Curacao was amazed to find that his kick was blocked at an arm's length away from Qin Wuque's head. The guy who couldn't even block her punch before seemed like a completely different person now. He took a horse stance like a thousand-year-old tree entrenched on the earth, and the veins on his forearms exposed under his sleeves bulged like angry snakes and spread to the back of his hands. His clenched fists were pressed tightly against the junction of his instep and calf, preventing her from moving forward.

"what……"

Qin Wuque suddenly raised his head, golden light flashed in his eyes, and he suddenly raised his right hand.

Curacao was shocked when she saw this, not because she realized that the other party seemed to have the same secret as herself, but because she understood what Qin Wuque wanted to do.

She was flying in the air at this moment, with no possibility of dodging. To Qin Wuque who was on the ground, she was like an immobile target!

Failed!

The thought flashed through Curacao's mind, but it was too late, because at the same time Qin Wuque below had already accumulated enough strength, and punched Curacao who was flying in the air!

"Women can't do that! Battlefield heroism!"

The physical strength of hybrids is incomparable to that of normal humans, but this does not mean that their perception of pain will be dulled. Just like the early Heisei Kamen Rider, they can be tough, but that does not mean they won't feel pain.

For a moment, Curacao almost felt that his soul was about to be beaten out of his body, just like Dr. Banner who was slapped by the Ancient One in the Marvel movie.

But Dr. Banner won’t feel severe pain because Ancient One has AP, but Qin Wuque has pure AD!

In such severe pain, Curacao could almost hear the wail of his own sternum on the verge of breaking.

It is said that history always repeats itself in an amazing way, but when the scene reappears, the person who flew backwards becomes Curacao.

But this is far from the end.

Qin Wuque never shows mercy to anyone who dares to show hostility towards him!

While Curacao was still flying backwards in the air, Captain Qin and others who were watching the fight and preparing to get a pack of cards discovered that Qin Wuque, who was supposed to be still punching, had disappeared from the spot at some point and appeared right behind Curacao in a flash.

It’s the same action of charging up power to punch!

"The woman is not virtuous! She threw a punch intentionally!" He shouted a strange slogan and punched again. When their bodies touched, his fists hit Curacao's back directly.

"Ahem..."

It was like forcing a speeding truck to stop immediately. Curacao, who was hit hard from behind, inevitably opened her mouth. With strands of crystal liquid flying into the air, she felt that she had almost exhaled all the air in her lungs.

Qin Wuque did not give her another chance to fly out, but simply grabbed her and turned around, holding her cheeks, raised his head high, and slammed down hard at Curacao's confused and subconsciously resistant eyes!

"The woman refuses to obey! A strong hand will split her skull!"

He couldn't find two suitable heads as targets, so he just used his own.

"Martial Virtue".

The two ends collided and Qin Wuque saw stars.

But it doesn’t matter, as they say the service should be complete!

He shook his head vigorously, trying to calm the buzzing of mosquitoes in his ears.

Then Qin Wuque picked up the white-haired lady whose eyes were completely covered with mosquito coils, took two steps forward, and jumped high into the air. Then, he slammed himself to the ground with a standard wrestling posture that was enough to make the referee shout "RKO".

"Women don't die! Breathtaking!"

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Miss Dolphin, you can't get up again =w=.

By the way, will the paint on the figures be damaged by scratching? These past two days I have been obsessed with stroking Sister Yaya’s beautiful legs.

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Chapter 174 He belongs to me tonight!

"Total victory!"

Qin Wuque, who had made Miss Dolphin completely unable to recover, staggered to his feet, raised one hand high, and loudly announced his victory in a tone that sounded like the sound effects in the game Kamen Rider Exide.

Everyone in the training hall was shocked by the intensity of the battle, including Toru Amuro, who had already obtained the code name Bourbon.

It feels like I've always thought that everyone is the same species, and that even if there are differences in strength, the difference wouldn't be too big. But suddenly one day I find out that Super Saiyans and Kamen Riders really exist in this world.

And it's right next to me!

The few who were not too shocked were probably Gin and Vermouth, who knew Qin Wuque inside and out, and Chianti... Well, it's not that she was not shocked, it's just that the ecstasy in her heart directly overshadowed the shock.

At this moment, she was running around the field like Pac-Man, cheering with her mouth open and her hands raised, as if she had won the fight, and she had even beaten up Rum, the second-in-command of the organization.

Even the usually taciturn Cohen silently gave a thumbs up.

"Well done, Snow Beer! I heard that Rum trusts Curacao quite a bit and has always treated him as his confidant. But he got rejected by you. I think Rum will be so pissed off when he knows about this, hahaha!" Chianti patted Qin Wuque's shoulder vigorously.

"Wait a moment."

As the saying goes, the speaker may not mean it, but the listener may take it to heart. Chianti's straightforwardness inadvertently reminded Gin. She frowned, looked at Curacao who was lying on the ground and had lost consciousness, and said to Qin Wuque.

"Is she okay?"

"of course not."

Qin Wuque glanced at him and said, "He just fainted. At most, he will feel pain for two days after waking up, but it won't even cause a fracture."

This is the truth. Generally speaking, mixed-bloods have very strong bodies, especially those with A-level or even above bloodlines. Even if they are hit head-on in the chest with a battering ram used in ancient siege warfare, it may not cause bone fractures, let alone a hand-to-hand combat where neither side is trying their best.

At least it is very difficult to kill a half-blood with just your fists.

"That's fine." Gin breathed a sigh of relief after getting a definite answer, and turned to Chianti, who was still celebrating like a primitive man who had hunted a large prey, and said calmly, "Go, take her to the infirmary."

"Ah? Why me?" Chianti's face suddenly turned bitter. She scratched her short orange hair, and the corners of her eyes with swallowtail butterfly tattoos drooped, as if she was a little reluctant.

Nonsense, she was of course reluctant to send Rum's people to the infirmary.

But Gin didn't intend to give her a chance to refuse. He glared at her coldly and said, "Do you want me to go?"

“Okay, let’s go…” The lawless Chianti deflated instantly.

She dares to challenge tequila, and if she is really irritated, she even dares to challenge rum, but she dares not challenge gin.

Maybe this is what they call "everything has its own strengths".

Seeing Chianti behaved herself, Gin felt a little relieved. After all, Curacao came from Rum's side, and if something happened on her first day at the Japanese branch, it would be difficult for her to explain to Rum.

She may not be a coward, and she may look down on others, but Rum is still the second in command of the organization. If things really fall out, she might feel a bit of a rift.

The most realistic point is the funding issue...

The most cunning thing about Rum is that he tied the organization's executive department and R&D department together, but did not provide a corresponding money-making department. He always gave funds according to the demand, never giving less but definitely never giving more, so that Gin had to find ways to get some money from outside every now and then.

Just like the time in Dorobiga Park before.

And if things really broke down and Rum cut off the funding chain in anger, she couldn't ask the entire Japanese branch to mobilize and debut as idols to save the organization, right?

So Gin's own plan is to maintain peace with Rum at least on the surface before making all the necessary preparations.

After watching Chianti disappear outside the door of the training hall, Gin looked around and said lightly, as he saw Chianti carrying the unconscious Curacao towards the infirmary with a reluctant look on his face and constant complaints.

"Okay, we've already met, and there's nothing else to do. You can go do whatever you need to do. Do you have any questions?"