Please make money.

"Also, tell them, those who are involved in the Unicorn Project, or whatever, tell them - if they don't want to die, just hold it in! Don't get involved!"

The butler thought for a moment and said softly, "Do you want to transfer the Stryker Brigade back?"

"Let the tax bureau come forward! Give them face! I will kill anyone who dares to touch me!"

"……Yes."

397-Hurry and joy beget sorrow

"To be honest, I want to see Karasuma Renya and Gin get fucked by GB and then Sakura Empire get severely culturally invaded!"

"I don't want to see the white puffer Lele trying to find ways to have fun while watching the fun!"

"...Aren't you listening to me?"

"I don't understand, what does gb mean?"

Xiaojie cut the peeled apple into two pieces, gave the big half to Alia, and kept the small half for himself.

"It should be a dry explosion... I mean it should be."

"So is it because Sister Lele has been causing you trouble during this period?"

"Ah—no, she does things quite efficiently."

Ailia took a bite of the apple and said, what can I say? Lele is just a child, what does he know about feelings?

True love requires responsibility, but Alia can be responsible for anyone except her love.

"Ah... I really want to be a scumbag——"

……

……

"You mean, the eldest lady is a scumbag?"

"..."

"Otherwise, why don't you, the woman who almost shot the young lady's heart, go meet her?"

On the tram, the two people looked at each other.

A woman who looked like an old lady was carrying a bag and looking up at the girl in front of her blankly.

An Lele, who was standing, just smiled slightly.

——Then punched the other person in the face...

Vermouth raised her hand and threw the thing in her hand away, then raised her arm to block it, only to feel her arm go numb.

What a monster! Such great strength!

Lele swung his fist again, and this time his punch hit the guardrail of the tram.

The hollow stainless steel tube was deformed and twisted visibly, making teeth-grinding creaking sounds and causing screws to snap.

Vermouth turned over and asked: "How did you find me?"

"I can smell your scent from two blocks away."

Lele rubbed his nose and said, "My nose is most sensitive to traitors."

"...You and Gin must have a lot of common topics, but is it really okay that you're not in the hospital?"

"What you said is very interesting. Do you want to guess what is inside the hotel?"

Lele twisted his neck: "But I want to apologize, I lied to you just now."

"What do you mean?"

"Not all pretty girls and big sisters have to be kept for the big ladies, like those like you with blood on your hands."

Lele grinned, his healthy little silver teeth were full of energy, but his eyes gradually turned cold.

"It's hard to say whether the young lady likes it or not, but I don't like it anyway."

"Little girl, don't be so confident. Do you mean to kill me? Isn't that against the rules?"

"What rules?"

"When you arrest someone, shouldn't you talk about the evidence? And let the law judge me."

"No, you misunderstood. I have nothing to do with the Sakura Empire officials. This should be called a personal vendetta."

Lele looked at Vermouth who took out a dagger from her arms and sighed.

"And I'm telling you, did you know that there has never been any security check on the subways and trains in Sakura?"

"..." Vermouth's eyes twitched, and she had a bad feeling.

The next second, Lele opened his coat and pulled a SIG-MPX submachine gun directly from his waist.

It is a Christmas tree style with a Picatinny rail and night vision goggles installed, so it is obvious that it was prepared in advance.

"I'm giving you two choices now. Surrender, or be carried to the funeral home."

"..."

……

……

There are many "strong men" in the Black Organization, but not many of them have names.

If we have to name some, the famous ones are nothing more than gin, vodka, Vermouth, rum and the like.

Gin and Vodka were tricked by Yu Ci Xin, and the mop stained with urine was like Zhang Fei's roar, and no one could defeat them.

Vermouth was captured alive by Lele with a gun pointed at her head without any regard for the rules.

Vermouth tried it, betting whether Lele would care about the rules.

But the fact is that if she ignored the gun, Lele would take out a grenade from his pocket...

Rules? Warthogs are as aggressive as flatheads, and they follow the rules.

Even lions don't want to provoke them.

Lions only hunt warthogs in large numbers during the rainy season when the vegetation is dense and lions can lurk.

As for other times - many lions in Africa have scars from risky fights with warthogs when they were young.

Now that people like Curacao have also been captured, the Black Organization is like a venomous snake with its teeth pulled out, with nothing to do but stare blankly.

After all, every single one of the other members is an undercover agent...

Oh, not quite, there are also sniper characters like Chianti and Cohen.

The name Chianti comes from a world-famous red wine produced in the Chianti region of Italy.

As a cadre-level member of the Black Organization, his specific function is a sniper, and he often works in partnership with Cohen.

But it is obvious that these two idiots who call Akai Shuichi daddy all over the world have no other abilities.

Now the organization's radical assassination plan has not been stopped because of Gin's sudden loss of contact, and is still going on.

Chianti then followed the original plan, disguised himself as a family member visiting a patient, and sneaked into the hospital where Alia was.

Logically, she should have contacted Gin and then continued.

But after all, it is a criminal organization, not a formal company, and it still needs to report to its superiors and apply for approval.

It's a bad thing. After going through a set of procedures and waiting for approval from the higher-ups, the other party is probably dead of age!

So the normal situation is that as long as Gin doesn't contact her specifically to ask her to stop the action, everything will proceed as usual.

"It's really lively..."

She was carrying a fruit basket and looking at the people outside the hospital with a gloomy expression.

Humph, this guy who is only seeking fame and reputation has quite a lot of supporters...

What is there to say?

The peak produces false supporters, while the dusk witnesses true believers.

She is now famous simply because she is good at acting.

When she dies, how many people will still remember her?

These poor creatures are just like moths chasing after the light.

When the lights went out and everything was dark, they were at a loss. It was really sad.

Cohen said nothing, but followed her, acting like a chauffeur.

Although in terms of the fake identity obtained by the organization, she is the daughter of a wealthy family and has a driver and bodyguards.

But he is a bad guy after all, and his dressing style is very discordant if you look closely.

Chianti is tall and has short brown-red mushroom-shaped hair that reaches her ears.

Both eyes are painted with black eyeshadow, and there is a tattoo of a swallowtail butterfly under the left eye.

Now he uses sunglasses to cover it temporarily, but he doesn't change his usual clothes.

There is a black collar around the neck and a black tights inside.

If I have to say something, it is that when I was outdoors, I wore a big hat to cover it a little and pretend to have a bit of ladylike temperament.

Cohen is tall and thin, with sunken cheekbones. Although he can't be said to have a pointed chin and monkey face, he at least looks cunning.

These two guys are very suitable to be villains. Even if they disguise themselves as killers, they really can't hide their true colors.

But now that she's in the hospital, she doesn't think there's anything wrong.

The matching mechanism of the Rice Flower Stage is as follows...

The two even felt that there was no need to look for the other person, as he was on the top floor, being protected by people from the Metropolitan Police Department.

As we all know, the Metropolitan Police Department is very easy to solve.

Chianti walked into the elevator, easily unlocked the card lock, and the elevator went to the top floor.

“Ding Dong—”

Accompanied by a slight sound, Chianti looked at the slowly opening elevator door, twitched the corners of his mouth, and stepped out.

The fruit basket she was carrying was not just any fruit basket, but a gift that could blow up an entire floor.

This is how the Black Organization does things, continuing the tradition of using high-yield homemade aircraft.

If the surrounding commanding heights had not been seized, she would have wanted to just shoot the enemy from 500 meters away.

She likes the feeling of her prey being targeted, the pleasure of killing, and she doesn't like this kind of mission.

The Black Organization believes that she is difficult to control and often shows a neurotic temper and madness.

In fact, this is true. She is irritable, conceited, bloodthirsty and has radical ideas.

Others joined the organization either for money or because of coercion and inducement, but she just wanted to have a companion to do bad things.

But such a conceited and irritable person stopped moving the moment he stepped out of the elevator door.

She stiffened and something seemed to flash before her eyes.

...a revolving lantern?

She slowly lowered her head and looked at her feet, then gently retracted her toes which had not yet been fully lowered.

No… No… No!!!

Even my breathing was suffocated. A certain horrible feeling came over me from all directions like a suffocating tide.

Cohen, who was behind Chianti, looked at her in confusion: "What's wrong?"

"Maybe I caught a cold."

“Oh… huh?!!”

Cohen subconsciously said "oh" in the last second, and then in the next second, he realized that the voice was not Chianti's.

And it came from behind me - I was in the elevator - how could there be someone behind me? !

He wanted to turn around and look back, but he only saw a white shadow beside him.