Unfortunately, although Jiang Xia wanted this good time to last a little longer, there was another person here who was obviously completely opposite to his happy mood.
Even the second after seeing the environment clearly, Gin suddenly raised the muzzle of the gun, took aim and pulled the trigger, as if he planned to strike preemptively, arrest the person first, and then slowly ask about the situation.
"Bang——" a gunshot full of murderous intent.
What flew out of the gun at high speed was not a bullet, but a plain white flower.
The flower shot towards Jiang Xia like a white flag, and suddenly bloomed before hitting him. It floated down like a parachute and landed precisely on his outstretched hand.
"Did you bring your own flowers for commemoration in advance?" The young man behind the desk praised in a tone of "You are very aware of current affairs." "If you fail to pass the customs and die unfortunately, we will do as you wish and give it to you."
Decorate your tombstone."
"..." Gin looked at the gun that he was spitting out with a livid look on his face, and his murderous aura grew even stronger.
He suddenly slammed the gun across from the desk like a concealed weapon. At the same time, he kicked the ground and pounced in like a hawk, quickly closing the distance between the two and planning to take action.
But before he stepped onto the desk, he kicked the pretentious guy on the boss's chair and knocked him and the chair down. Above Gin's head, two figures suddenly fell silently.
——The two women actually seemed to have passed through the ceiling, one on the left and one on the right. Relying on their highly enhanced muscles and reflexes, as well as Gin's unexpected surprise, they fell from the sky and killed the black-clothed killer.
Fasten it firmly to the table.
…
Two people suddenly appeared, one in a black dress and the other in a white dress. Their clothes were of the same style, and they both wore masks of the same color on their faces - it was Miyano Akemi and Miss Spider.
Although as a thug, Matsuda Jinpei's image is more suitable. But Matsuda Jinpei is now a "subordinate of Wu Zuo". If he wants to continue to use the list and resources of the peaceful prostitution organization, it is not good for him to show up arrogantly in the anonymous home court.
.
——Although the appearance of the puppet made of Matsuda Jinhira is not exactly the same as that of Matsuda Jinhira's original ghost, Gin does not rely on his face to recognize people.
It would be troublesome if Gin forcibly linked "Uzuo's younger brother" and "anonymous cadre" because of the very similar curly hair. It would be safer to let other ghosts appear here.
…
Gin never thought that he would be controlled by two slender women in his lifetime.
He glanced at the two people gloomily, suddenly noticed something, and quickly recognized the person by the familiar black dress among them: "...Anonymous?"
At the same time, Gin quickly glanced at the clock on the wall with his peripheral vision, and then found that the time matched up exactly - the current seconds on the clock were just half a minute after he put on the strange pair of glasses.
There was no deviation in time. Physically speaking, Gin did not have any fragmentary feeling of "fainting" or "being anesthetized" or losing consciousness. It was just that just now, his vision was blurred for a moment.
"..." Gin was thoughtful, and some inferences suddenly appeared in his mind: It was impossible for him to be transferred from the safe house to a place like this in a short period of time. So, although he found it incredible, coming here...
Maybe it's just his consciousness?
——This is just like the "holographic game" that Anonymous announced at Syndora's game conference a while ago!
Gin: "..." The technology of this organization has actually developed to the point where it can break away from the heavy game cabin and pull people into the "game" with just a pair of glasses close to the brain?
…
"Okay, how can you treat a guest from afar like this?"
Jiang Xia tapped his fingers on the large desk and condemned two subordinates, one black and one white, as if he was not the one who ordered the arrest just now.
The two ghosts glanced at Gin who was full of murderous intent, reluctantly let go of their hands and retreated to the side.
Gin straightened up with a cold face, adjusted his crooked hat, glanced at the two women staring at him from the corner of his eye, and temporarily gave up the attack.
——Since it is a "game space", these "organizers" can of course adjust their body values at will, cheat in combat and other aspects, and even turn other people's guns into toys.
He would not be so angry that he would make such a useless struggle that had no chance of winning.
In comparison, it is better to first listen to what the mysterious young man in front of me wants to do when he comes to find him - maybe this will be an important conversation representing the two organizations.
…
However, the important conversation did not begin.
The young man opposite glanced at him and seemed to realize what Gin wanted to say, so he waved his hand at him casually: "Wait a moment, everyone is not here yet."
"...?"
There was a slight noise behind me.
Gin turned around with sharp eyes and saw the two women who looked alike in black and white. One of them pushed a chair over and motioned for him to sit down; the other walked to the window of the office and closed the curtains.
The room suddenly became dark, and patterns like water waves suddenly appeared on the wall.
After a while, the wall was completely flattened out like a surveillance screen, and several figures on it were gradually revealed.
"Actually, including you, I invited four guests in total."
Jiang Xia picked up the pure English black tea at hand and wanted to take a sip gracefully.
But after smelling it, I didn’t think it tasted good, so in the end I just pretended to wet my lips, put the cup down again, and continued: “It’s just that their efficiency is not as high as yours, and the speed of opening the ‘invitation letter’ is also slow.
Everything is very slow... I have to ask you to wait a little longer."
Gin glanced at the large and comfortable leather chair behind him, and then at the young man sitting relaxedly on the boss's chair. Suddenly, he felt that in a place like the office, the other person was sitting while he was standing, as if he was a person listening.
He was training his subordinates the same way... so he simply sat down too.
He leaned back on the chair, tapping the armrests unconsciously with his fingertips, and countless thoughts flashed through his mind:
Besides myself, there were actually three other people.
And just now, when the anonymous cadre next to him provoked him, he seemed to have said the word "pass the customs".
Coupled with the previous holographic game that shocked the whole of Japan, "Kill the second generation if you don't clear the level"...
Several pieces of information flashed through his mind instantly, forming a brand new guess.
Gin tapped his fingers on the armrest for a moment, and his face darkened: Could it be that these mysterious guys from Anonymous felt that the children were not enough, so they had the audacity to target the cadres of the black organization?
Gin: "..." I don't know if the other three "guests" will be my colleagues or guys from other organizations.
