No One Knows Ke Xue Better Than Me

Qin Jiu remained silent, preparing to be scolded in advance.

It is true that he is greedy for success, stealing chickens and not losing rice.

Since it was discovered by the police, it is time to act at another time.

Anyway, there is still a period of time for the selection of senators, so there is no need to worry.

Karasuma Renye is very rich, and it is said that his personal assets are more than the four chaebols in Tokyo combined.

So he never mentioned money or cost in his mouth:

"Three elites in total, do you know how much time and energy it takes to train the organization?"

"know."

Karasuma Lianye continued to abuse, and his momentum quickly softened.

Gin's lying attitude like this gave him the feeling of a fist hitting the cotton.

"Do you know what's wrong?"

"Yes, sir, it's my problem."

Now is the time when the organization employs people, and Karasuma Renye cannot do too much.

There are not many loyal cadres like Jinjiu.

After a few slaps, you have to give the candy appropriately:

"Okay, people can't be resurrected from the dead. Work hard in the future and don't make the same mistake again. I will send another cadre here to assist you, and it is expected to arrive before the end of the month."

"Okay, sir."

The real age of Karasuma Renye is hundreds of years old.

He is clearly rewarded and punished, and he will never tolerate traitors, nor will he chill the hearts of loyal subordinates.

"Also, find out Kiel's location early and save her."

"Okay, sir."

"There are only three things. I don't want to hear about such a victory."

"Yes."

"Beep beep..."

Gin licked his dry lips and threw the phone into the storage box.

He took out his lighter and silently lit the cigarette.

Between the suffocation, the surrounding area soon filled with smoke.

Vodka was by the river, and when Gin finished the call, he took the initiative to come over.

He opened the door and sat in the driver's seat.

While breathing, fasten your seat belt:

"Brother, what are your plans next?"

The gin spit out a smoke ring, and Youyou said:

"Watch what happens."

Vodka snorted and started the car engine:

"By the way, is Keir really caught by the FBI? Will he reveal our information?"

"Impossible, she's the kind of guy who was shot with a bullet wound, was shot with a confession needle, and even had a broken rib, who wouldn't even reveal a word."

Hearing Gin say this, he recalled:

"Brother, if you guessed correctly, what you just said should be the incident where Kiel was photographed."

"Yes."

The whole event, vodka also participated.

It's just a long time ago, too many forgotten.

He vaguely remembered that Kiel's wine had tracked down the undercover agent who had sneaked into the organization, and almost forced others to think.

It seems that he was in an ambush, which led to his being caught and tortured for questioning.

By the time the other black organization members arrived, Kiel's wine was dying.

Vodka turns the steering wheel and descends the river bank:

"Brother, I can't even figure it out now. Why was Kiel's wine attracted by 'that gentleman'?"

"Because, teeth."

"teeth?"

"Yes, Kiel used the only weapon on her body to bite the undercover's wrist to the extent that she could see her bones. Then she took the opportunity to take the other party's gun and smashed the undercover's head directly. This kind of ruthless behavior can only be done with fire. The beast can be made. I think it is mostly for this reason that Kiel is appreciated by 'that gentleman'."

"Brother, I still don't quite understand, how do you know that she didn't reveal a word?"

Gin exhaled a puff of smoke and grinned slightly:

"The traitor had a tape recorder on his body, and he wanted to record the information that he was forced to ask. As a result, after we checked it, we didn't hear any information except her screams."

His thoughts were gradually pulled back.

The identity of the dead undercover agent is not simple.

The names of those who came to express their condolences were not the same.

It shows that the undercover agent has multiple identities and has done many false documents.

"Hey, big brother, what's that undercover agent called?"

Gin tilted his head and glanced at it, his tone was a little impatient:

"Tsk, I've never recorded the life and appearance of a corpse. If you're interested, ask after Kiel is saved."

After speaking, he threw the unfinished cigarette out the window.

Contacting daughter Hong now, it is possible to find out Kiel's location.

But doing so would also expose his identity.

Swap one for one, it's not worth the loss.

A street lamp flashed from the window.

Be safe these days.

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Chapter 426 Stockholm Syndrome

The next day, Kuroba Kuito came back from Jianggutian.

He is sorry that he left without saying goodbye and missed the action plan.

Suzuki Qiaoqiao didn't intend to investigate further, and expressed relief.

Anyway, Black has two dead and one injured, which is a good ending.

This thing, even if it's a flip.

Besides, Kuroba Kaito has a life of his own.

He calls himself a brother, not a subordinate.

Occasionally miss home and girlfriend, go back and have a look, it is human nature.

Two days later, the temperature in Mihua City plummeted.

On a hot summer day, snowflakes floated every few days.

Suzuki Qiaoqiao is no stranger to this.

Check out get off work and go home.

During dinner, Haibara Ai asked:

"Dear, how many days off do you have in the New Year?"

new year?

Suzuki Qiaoqiao tilted his neck back and was slightly startled:

"This... is this the New Year?"

Sure enough, the time in this world is still so unsuitable.

"Yes, it will be the New Year in a few days, do you still have to go to work?"

"I don't know. I've been reading books in the office recently, and I haven't paid attention to these."

He looked at the wall clock on the wall and continued:

"Besides, it's quite late now. I'll ask Officer Mumu tomorrow morning."

"Well, my dear, if you are on vacation, we can go to the temple fair... No, New Year's Day happens to be the final of the Emperor's Cup football. Will you go with me then?"

Suzuki Kyohashi knew that his girlfriend was a fan of the BIG Osaka team.

Well, this little request can be satisfied.

When he thought of this, he nodded in agreement.

"Hey, that's such a pleasant decision."

After dinner, Suzuki Takahashi was lying on the sofa.

He looked out the window at the faint snowflakes, and his thoughts drifted into the distance.

Is it New Year's Eve?

It feels like time goes by so fast.

It's been a few months since I crossed to the present.