When Gin Loses The Underworld Filter

Chapter 28

But the weather did not go as planned, and it rained heavily in Tokyo in the afternoon.

Because Gin was busy with tasks in recent days and had no time to take into account Miyano Shiho's safety, Vodka was thrown to Miyano Shiho by Gin. Even if something went wrong, Vodka could still seek help from Gin in time.

As a result, Gin had to take the subway or take a taxi to get to get off work every day.

When Vodka first heard about Gin's arrangement, he looked forward to it for a while, feeling quite unhappy.

"Eldest brother transferred me to Shirley's side... Then who will accompany you..."

The usually rough and strong man suddenly became alert at this time: "Zhuxingda? Or Midorikawa Hikari?"

Vodka was confused for a moment: "Strange...when did these guys appear around Big Brother?"

A vague sense of crisis appeared, but Vodka still didn't turn his head and raised no objection to Gin's decision.

#A bit of brain, but not quite there#

Gin held an umbrella and stood downstairs in the company.

Gloomy and rainy days are actually the weather that most killers like, because rain can wash away many traces.

However, Gin didn't like it, it could even be said to be disgusting.

The chill of late autumn penetrates through the coat through heavy rain and cold wind, and penetrates into the bones and flesh layer by layer.

He frowned, feeling that his brain was no longer awake at this time.

Gin had always been aware of his physical condition, and at this time, he had begun to realize that something was wrong.

However, after waiting on the roadside for a long time, there was no available taxi.

Distraught, he simply walked home with an umbrella.

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Since the mission of sneaking into the Metropolitan Police Headquarters passed, Zhu Fu Jingguang has not received the next order from the organization.

He was puzzled, because when he was in Kyoto, his tasks were much busier than this. From time to time, he would receive sudden organizational transfer orders, and he would fall asleep to the sound of gunshots almost every day.

After all, for the organization, their insignificant lower level is the most suitable to exploit the labor force at any time.

I heard that I was transferred here because Tokyo was short of manpower, but why did it feel more relaxed.

There are only a few contacts about the organization on the phone——

margo,

vodka,

And... gin.

The one with the most connections is Margo.

He remembered Margo's always easy-to-get-together personality, hesitated for a moment, and then made the call.

"Du-du-du--"

"Hello?"

There was a very messy background sound coming from the phone, it sounded like I was in an Internet cafe.

The man's tone was a little impatient. He still had a lollipop in his mouth, and even had a hint of tit-for-tat sourness: "Midorikawa? What's the matter?"