Mizuma walked into the organization's underground base on the outskirts of Tokyo with a dark face.

His legs were bandaged, and he walked with a slight limp, and Amuro was by his side.

There was a man walking on the other side, Sake, who was in charge of logistics in the base, and was said to be a good sniper but never on a mission.

It is even rumored that he is a distant relative of Gin.

"Yo yo yo, isn't this Lord Cobiler?Why do you look so embarrassed?" A sake dressed as a bad boy of the motorcycle party approached, and mocked Mizuma with a sarcastic face: "I heard that you failed the mission and were shot by your own wife?"

Toru Amuro reminded Mizuma that the person who holds a grudge against sake is very vindictive, and it is best not to conflict with him.

"What wife, that's a criminal policeman......" Mizuma shook her head, trying to get sake past him.

But sake didn't want to spare him: "I heard that you failed even the task of killing only three people, and called a large group of peripheral members to assist you or were you exposed? ”

"Bump!" the sound of sake's back hitting the wall.

"Sir, you shady trash!" Mizumatsuki's right hand clasped Sake's neck, pressing him tightly against the wall, Sake's sniping skills are very strong, but his ability to fight in close quarters is much lower than Mizuma's.

"Mixed ...... Bastard. "Sake is smaller than Mizuma in both strength and size, and it is in vain to resist but there is no way to ask Mizuma Tsuki's hand.

Mizuma Yue raised one of his free hands and clenched his fist: "What? Do you still want to provoke the chief?" It was clear that as long as he dared to continue with his hard mouth, he would be beaten viciously.

Mizumatsuki's level is the same level as Gin's Belmode, and Sake and Vodka Cohen are the same level, so no matter how you say it, Mizuma Moon is also his chief, even if almost the entire organization had good intentions towards him before only Boss and Gypsy and still don't know the truth of this kindness.

"Hmph. A cold snort came from the hallway, and at the same time, a terrifying murderous aura poured over, and Mizuma Yue intuitively felt it before she turned her head to look at it, it was gin.

Letting go of Sake's neck, Mizuma took two steps back, not because he saw Gin cowardly, but to prevent Gin from getting embarrassed and freeing his hands.

"The boss said that no one is allowed to have conflict in the base. Gin said in a cold voice, not only warning Mizumatsuki, but also sake, and it could be seen that Gin didn't like his distant relative very much.

"Huh...... Ahem...... "Sake, who had regained his breath, smiled very ugly, and when he stood up, he looked at Gin viciously.

However, Gin neither took care of the sake nor the water between the moon, and walked through the two of them to the depths of the corridor.

"Also, Kobuyler is in charge of the Intelligence Group, not an executive officer, so it's not surprising that the mission failed. Gin, who had already walked away, suddenly threw down another sentence.

Mizuma Yue blinked his eyes inexplicably, and only then did he understand that Gin was talking to him?

Mizuma asked Toru Amuro next to him: "Am I dreaming, is that gin fake just now?"

Amuro was not polite, and the gunshot wound to his leg was a kick.

"Whew!" Mizuma exclaimed, lowering his head only to find that the bandaged wound had cracked again, and he hadn't noticed that half of his trouser leg had been dyed red before, it was definitely not the tear that Amuro had just torn, it should have been too much of a movement when he clashed with sake.

"You still know it hurts", Amuro watched Mizuma Yue jump up and down with his legs in his arms: "I just entered the base and fought, I thought you were injured." ”

"I'm not upset!"

"Deserved ......"

The two of them chatted and walked towards the base, leaving only Sake, who was still lying on the ground like a ruined dog and no one cared, sitting on the ground and staring at the backs of these people viciously.

In the organization's infirmary, a doctor was re-bandaging Mizumatsuki's wounds, and Amuro was sitting next to him waiting.

Mizumatsuki suddenly remembered something: "Anyway, why didn't you see the vodka that Gin's follower?" The gin I saw just now was actually a rare variety of gin alone.

Sure enough, it was a fake piano bar, and Mizuma thought that it was too strange that Gin would stand on his side and talk, although it was more like simply bullying sake than talking to him.

"Vodka was sent on a mission, and Gin stayed. Amuro said, as for the fact that he had been uncomfortable for several days because he didn't have vodka as a secretary, he still didn't let this kid know, and he was sure to die.

"What? Let Vodka go on a mission alone and not let Gin follow? Who gave the order? boss?" Mizuma asked curiously, still full of surprise.

Amuro shrugged: "It's Belmode, he said that this task can be completed with vodka, and Gin may mess up." ”

Mizumatsuki's curiosity surged even more: "What mission is so magical?"

"Do you really want to know?" Amuro looked at Mizuma narrowly.

Mizumatsuki's face changed: "It has nothing to do with me, right?"

"No, no, no. Amuro smiled.

"Then please tell me. ”

"You also know the protagonist of the mission, and the mission is to recover the jeepson. ”

The word "recycling?" reminded Mizuma of something dark and bloody: "What happened to the Jeepson?"

"Lost!" Amuro smiled even more happily: "Gypsy ran to other cities and got lost, and he couldn't tell if he was in Izu or Hokkaido, Belmode asked Vodka to find it, and if he let Gin go, he might jump straight out of anger." ”

Mizumatsuki's expression froze for a second, and finally asked with difficulty, "...... this guy Is it the pistachio in the organization?"

Amuro shrugged again: "Now, maybe, if you, the Kobeler officer, are reinstated, that intelligence officer may really be unemployed, and he can only use it as a pistachio." ”

Mizuma was keenly aware of the word "maybe" used by Toru Amuro, the organization does not raise idlers, and if Jeepson loses his job as an intelligence officer, he will not be able to make a career out of pistachios, which means that Jeepson has another job besides an intelligence officer.

"That's right. Amuro said, "I'm about to be transferred, you remember to be more restrained, if you get into trouble, no one will help you." ”

"Hmm...... Thank you. Mizuma nodded.

The doctor finally finished treating Mizuma's wound, and Mizumatsu's legs felt too tightly bandaged.

The two of them are separated in the hallway, Amuro has his business to do, and Mizuma is going to talk to Belmode.

Knocking on the door and walking into Belmode's 'office', Mizumatsuki subconsciously glanced at the bedroom room, worried that a gin would come out of it like last time, not dangerous, but scary.