Doing ghost jobs in Ke Xue World

The figure on the screen just nodded to Gin and seemed to have no intention of speaking again. The atmosphere in the basement became quiet for a while. The members looked at me and I looked at you, but no one spoke.

"Boss, Rai seems to be a lackey of the FBI. Do you want to execute him now?"

Absinthe lowered his head humbly, but there was familiarity in his voice, as if they were discussing not killing an elite FBI agent, but killing a disobedient kitten.

Bourbon sneered in his heart. Even if he didn't like that guy Ley, he still felt angry when he heard this group of people openly discussing killing a policeman.

Sooner or later he will uproot this organization, he vowed.

A hint of stubbornness flashed in Bourbon's lowered eyes, and he quietly hid the anger in his heart. He raised his head again, ready to echo everyone's opinions at any time.

Then again, the life and death of the FBI has nothing to do with him as a Japanese police officer. If he really gets to that point, he will definitely take the other party's head in exchange for credit.

That guy Ley should have died a long time ago. Bourbon raised a smile on his lips and looked at Absinthe with warm eyes.

I have long heard that the Thousand Faced Witch has a good relationship with the boss. It seems that both parties are very familiar with each other. Ginjiu can only greet each other in a reserved manner, but this woman speaks very casually.

It seems that there are some mistakes in his usual contacts. Although rum is very important, absinthe cannot be wooed either!

Bourbon wore a smiling face and stared at the other party with his gray-purple eyes, looking very much expecting the other party to say something that would kill Rai.

Absinthe narrowed his eyes and showed a mysterious smile to Bourbon who was looking forward to it. He suddenly stopped talking and closed his mouth tightly like Gin.

"I just learned about this from Rum. It's such a pity. Rai is a rare talent."

The boss' eyes gently passed over everyone present. No one was partial, and he could see all the members' reactions.

In the end, it seemed that he had finally made a decision. He was a little unbearable, and he seemed to have something in his mouth, so he spoke vaguely, which made the listener feel a little unreal.

"But the rules are the rules. Starting from Scotland, the rats have been too high-profile recently. Gin, this is your fault."

The boss's voice was as gentle as ever, but the words he spat out lost their proper warmth.

One second he was lamenting the loss of talent, but the next second he turned into an annoying rat, not to mention Gin himself, who was criticized by name.

Everyone was shocked and sat up straight, looking at Gin as if they were watching a good show. He was catching traitors every day, but the real leaders of the traitors were the two juniors he favored. If Gin had not had any reason to betray the organization, They all suspected that this guy was a spy sent from the opposite side.

The atmosphere in the basement became harmonious, and everyone looked at Gin with suspicion. He asked you to use a gun to catch traitors every day. Look at what you caught.

Vodka bit his lip and wanted to defend his eldest brother, but he didn't have the courage to go up in front of the boss, so he could only resist silently in his heart.

The most valued junior of the eldest brother is obviously his vodka. Rai and Scotland are both in vain. These two people are not even qualified to drive for the eldest brother.

There is an undercurrent surging in the basement, and three forces are competing in it. The boss dominates one side and is firmly on the high platform. Gin and vodka are being attacked from both sides. The rest of the people are watching the excitement and don't think it's a big deal. They pin all the charges on them and fight for it. Get these two people offline immediately. "Okay, I have sent the arrangements this time to Gin's mailbox. Let him distribute them. Be sure to give those people some color."

The boss chuckled twice, interrupting everyone's indignation, as if nothing happened.

The electronic screen turned on suddenly, and turned black in front of them, as if it had never been used before.

Everyone was speechless. The emotional boss came here just to condemn Gin and take out a handful of firewood for their few colleagues.

Since there was no intention to punish Gin, why did he tease these poor people? Everyone silently shed tears of sympathy for themselves in their hearts.

This group of underworld killers who usually think quickly all sighed. They were obviously just making fun of the situation, but they took it seriously. It was really unspeakably frustrating!

"Go back and wait for my email."

Gin's tone was lowered by two octaves, and no emotion could be heard in his usually stiff tone. His lowered eyebrows were filled with intense anger, and his long silver hair seemed to be stained with a layer of frost, as if he was eating something. The blood monster is desperately looking for an outlet.

Although the debate just now was dominated by vodka, and this person did not interject a word from beginning to end, everyone still felt his displeasure and fled the scene at the speed of light.

Gin's mission mode has always been half-hidden, and no one involved will know the full content. Only when everyone completes the part they are responsible for will the result be obtained, so no one has the burden of running away at all.

In the FBI's temporary safe house in Japan, Kamel hung up the phone furtively. The United States had ordered the nearest flight for them to ensure that they could return to the United States safely.

Seeing that the time was getting closer and closer, Mr. Akai was unwilling to leave. Kamel looked at the ticket in his hand and his eyes almost popped out with a headache.

Mr. Akai's girlfriend in the organization seems to have disappeared, and now he is worried about it.

Kamel didn't know what to say. The mission failed because of his recklessness. He really couldn't say anything to make Mr. Akai give up rescuing his girlfriend.

But time waits for no one. If the delay continues like this, the people from the black organization will catch up.

"Pack your things, Kamel, we have a new task to solve!"

Akai Shuichi crumpled the ticket in Kamel's hand and threw it in the trash can, with a hint of smile hidden in his dark green eyes.

It is impossible to go back to the United States. The organization arranged for so many people to be in Japan, and he didn't bring out any useful information. How could he give up halfway?

Well, knowing this would happen, Kamel suddenly raised his strong back, clenched his fists and encouraged himself.

Not only does the Scotsman live in Japan with great arrogance, but he also often makes newspaper headlines with Officer Mochizuki. They are just hiding here incognito and secretly, so there shouldn't be much of a problem.

Knowing that this conversion was wrong, Kamel had no other way to comfort himself. He wiped the cold sweat from his forehead, quickly destroyed some documents that might reveal their identities, packed up all the weapons in the safe house, and carried them on his back in one breath. On the body, he looked at his boss as if he were dead.