Doing ghost jobs in Ke Xue World

Sitting in a small black car with a blindfold on his eyes, Bourbon didn't know how many times he was being led around. In short, when his body instinctively gave up on work, he finally heard the sound of the engine stalling.

"Okay, you can take off the blindfold now."

Gin's cold voice sounded, and Bourbon breathed a sigh of relief and immediately took off his blindfold.

Losing light for a long time made his consciousness too tight. He needed time to adjust and get himself back to his best condition to deal with the Boss' various problems.

Originally, Bourbon thought he was going to lose this opportunity, but he didn't expect that after going around for a while, Gin would bring him here.

What came into view was an abandoned warehouse. There were no iconic objects around it, and Bourbon didn't dare to look around. Who knew if this was a test from the Boss.

Besides, darkness is the best cover for all things. Even if he can record the surrounding environment, there are not many ordinary abandoned warehouses like this in the country. It will not help him. On the contrary, it will disturb his mind. , thinking of this, most of Bourbon's Xiao Jiujiu disappeared.

"Boss, he's here!"

Gin ignored Bourbon, who seemed a little overly cautious when he first arrived in a strange environment. He opened the door of the warehouse unceremoniously and whispered to the silent figure inside.

The environment in the warehouse is very different from the simple style outside. The pure black carpet that looks very luxurious is spread from the door to the corner.

There are also some exquisite decorations installed on the walls, and all kinds of utensils are available in the house, which is somewhat contrary to Bourbon's expectation.

Originally, he thought this was just a temporary place where the Boss stayed to meet him, but now it seems that is not the case.

However, the security work here was too lax. From the moment he regained his vision, he didn't see a single bodyguard. The warehouse door didn't have the protective measures it should have. It was still manual. Within the surrounding field of vision, There are no security cameras or anything like that.

Bourbon just wanted to laugh at this. He would throw two unused bugs into his abandoned safe houses.

Although it can be understood that the Boss has great trust in Gin and him, this does not look like that person's style.

There was an antique screen placed at the door, dividing the huge warehouse into two. The man named Boss was sitting behind the screen, looking at the things in his hands seriously.

There is a low tea table in front of the Boss. There are some books scattered on the table. There is an ancient incense burner on the corner of the table. There seems to be some spices burning in the burner.

Bourbon sniffed calmly, silently writing down this strange smell.

There was plenty of light in the warehouse, and the gauze covering the screen did not block the view at all. Even though he knew there would be nothing to gain, Bourbon still instinctively looked at the man's face.

It's a pity that what comes into view is an exquisite crow-shaped mask. The complicated patterns cover the man's face and his hair. Together with the black robe that can blend in with the night, it is mixed under the bright light, reflecting Fragmented cold light.

There is really no flaw at all!

It seems that the Boss has no intention of sharing anything with his loyal subordinates except his leaky eyes.

Bourbon felt a pity secretly in his heart. Behind the Boss was a huge wine cabinet, in which famous wines from all over the world could be seen. What a coincidence, Bourbon saw his own bottle and two bottles of wine at a glance. Putting together the whiskey that was being cracked down on by the organization, I couldn't help but feel a shiver in my heart.

Bourbon suppressed the throbbing in his heart, lowered his head, and waited respectfully for the other party's instructions.

The boldness with which Gin opened the warehouse door just now seems to have disappeared. At this moment, he is just like a dazed young man, neither going in himself nor signaling Bourbon to enter.

The two of them were like robots with the pause button pressed. They watched the Boss leisurely flipping through the things in his hands motionless, sighing from time to time.

"What an unexpected fit, Bourbon!"

Boss put down the paper in his hand and said to the two of them. The metal ornaments on the crow mask glowed with an alluring luster.

"Boss?"

Bourbon asked cautiously, expressing his confusion about the boss's mysterious speech. Gin in front of him had a look of helplessness in his eyes, stepped into the warehouse, walked to the screen and knelt on the ground.

The long silver hair is spread all the way to the waist, and the smell of rejection is revealed from the root to the end of the hair.

Bourbon also followed suit. Sitting next to Gin, the indoor environment was still different from what he observed outside.

In the blind spot between the porch and the wall, there were several strange figures standing. These people were dressed almost the same as the Boss, except that they were not wearing the crow mask.

The faces of several people were hidden in black robes, and they turned a blind eye to the gin and bourbon that entered the room. The warehouse was not large in nature, and from such a close distance, bourbon did not even hear the slightest movement from them.

Are these people the boss's support for arrogantly showing up?

Bourbon didn't dare to stare at the other person anymore. He could only lower his head and stare at the blanket on the ground in a daze.

"Take it, this is my gift to you, be sure to finish reading it!"

Suddenly a pair of arms with a metallic luster stretched out in front of him. Bourbon's thoughts were interrupted and he could only raise his head to look at the other party.

"robot?"

Bourbon's breathing suddenly became faster. One of the men in black robes who had just stood in the corner held something given to them by the Boss. Hidden under the black robe was a metal skin that did not belong to humans.

It's not that these people are so powerful that no one can hear their movements, but they are not human at all.

After blankly taking the paper in the robot's hand, Bourbon put on a respectful expression again, ready to listen to the Boss's teachings.

However, Gin seemed to be stimulated and stood up directly from the ground. Exuding cold murderous intent, he crumpled the paper in his hand and walked outside without saying a word.

Bourbon: "..."

What is Gin doing? Is he betraying you?

Bourbon was in a state of confusion, and for a moment he didn't know what expression to make to deal with the current situation. He could only lower his head to check the gift sent by Boss.

Two hand-drawn villains twist together in various postures. The painting style is sloppy and rubbish. It is a yellowish waste picture with no connotation.

The picture is also accompanied by some extremely disgusting clattering language, and a bunch of colorful little hearts appear on the heads of the two villains from time to time.

Of course, if this was the case, Bourbon would just assume that he had accidentally clicked on a bad website. Although he might need to wash his eyes afterwards, it would still be acceptable.

But the signatures on these drafts turned out to be...

[The forbidden love of gin and bourbon! 】

Is there any mistake? Is the Boss crazy?

You have called the two backbones of the organization together just to let them admire the third-rate useless pictures you drew. You are the leader of the largest terrorist organization in the world!

Bourbon no longer cared about his grace. His butt felt like it was on fire. He jumped up from the carpet and looked at the figure behind the screen in disbelief.

"Tsk, it seems you are not very satisfied!"

The boss's brisk voice came from behind the mask. Although the timbre was still changed by the voice changer, Bourbon could still hear a smile in it.

"Task?"

Gin touched Beretta in his arms. He didn't know whether he wanted to shoot the Boss who was sitting quietly inside or the Bourbon who was looking around and had his facial features distorted. In short, the atmosphere was very subtle.

"Well, how about you guys write a 50,000-word review?"