When Gin Loses The Underworld Filter

Chapter 1

For those who don't know:

Qin/Qinjiu/Hongqin/: Gin

Morohoshi/Zhu Xingda/Zhu Xing/Ley/Lai: Akai Shuichi

Jingping/Mazda: Matsuda Jinpei

Jiang Gu Ling/Anshi/Touzi/Touko: Amuro Tooru

Zhu Fu Jingguang/Morofuku Kagemitsu/Midorikawa: Morofushi Hiromitsu

Mou Lilan: Mouri Ran

Xinyi/Xiaoxin: Shinichi

Yuanzi: Sonoko

Mumu/Memu/Megure Thirteen: Inspector Megure

Mingmei: Akemi Miyano

Belmod: Vermouth

Rena Mizumus: Rena Mizunashi

Datehang/Itahang: Wataru Date

Yuantai: Genta

Hui Yuan Ai/Xiao Ai/Zhibao: Haibara Ai

Dr. Ali: Professor Agasa Hiroshi

Hei Yu Kuaidou/Hei Yukuai/Kuiba/Kuito: Kaito Kuroba

Pirates of the Black Feather: Toichi Kuroba

Shiliang Zhenchun: Masumi Sera

White Horse: Hakuba Suguru

Feng Jian: Kazami Yuya

Zhu Fu Gaoming : Morofushi Taki'aki

Koizumi Hongzi: Akako Koizumi

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On November 7, in late autumn, the cold wind blew the fallen leaves all over the sky.

There are very few high-rise buildings in Japan. Most of them are two- or three-story single-family villas or low-rise apartment buildings.

Therefore, for killers who are accustomed to sniping from high places, it is not easy to find a suitable sniping location.

"okay."

The young man sitting in the passenger seat said in a hoarse voice: "Stop here."

The driver was a strong man wearing sunglasses. He looked relatively simple and honest, but because of his dress and temperament, he looked much more fierce.

He stopped the car steadily and asked in a low voice: "Brother, are you going up alone?"

"Um."

The young man responded calmly, the brim of his dark hat was lowered very low, almost completely covering the upper half of his face.

He didn't seem to be a talkative person, so he answered briefly: "The goals of two people are too big."

After that, he opened the car door and before leaving, he casually picked up the black piano case placed in the back seat.

Naturally, there is no ordinary guitar or bass in the case.

Carrying the piano case on his back, his face hidden under the brim of his hat and the raised collar of his coat, he walked unhurriedly into the apartment building opposite.

He was dressed in a pitch-black coat, and his silver hair that reached his waist swayed gently as he walked. This was enough to attract attention among the Japanese citizens, who mostly wore black hair and wore regular clothes, but few people noticed him on the street.

The young almighty killer headed straight to the rooftop of the apartment with his mission as if he was in no one's land.

After he set up his sniper rifle on the edge of the rooftop, he saw the distant scene through the lens.