"Aso's generalization, Kyosuke Imakori'....."

Sakaki Cheng was holding two file folders, on which were the personnel information of the black-clothed organization inserted into the new group.

Not only the home address and contact information, but even some private information is written in detail.

Take their resumes, for example.

Aso Hiroshi, 32 years old, 172cm, has been in the new group for five years, and is currently working under Shinichiro Akuzu as a member of the team, following Wakatou at Pier 14 to assist Kiyoshi Dojima.

He has planned two bombings, an underground transaction, and successfully obtained a lot of information for the Black Coats.

Kyosuke Imakori, 35 years old, 175cm, has been in the upper new group for 10 years, and is a Wakatou assistant next to Fujiwara Daisu, although he can contact Fujiwara Daisuke, but he is only in charge of part of the underground casino business, and he can't accompany him.

He is also the most hidden, with no glorious achievements, but he has climbed to the position of Ruotou assistant by virtue of his qualifications.

In the Wakatou auxiliary, he has a high prestige and has a good chance of taking over Fujiwara Daisuku's position.

"Are these two the only ones?"

Sakaki asked as he watched.

"Although the new group is not monolithic, it is not so easy to infiltrate."

Gin took a cigarette in his mouth and said noncommittally:

"They recruit new students, and they usually select and train them from high school students who have dropped out, so that they can ensure loyalty, and it is difficult for our manpower to infiltrate them."

Sakaki understood.

In short, xenophobia.

He said that his xenophobia is very serious, and even if everyone is in Tokyo, as long as they are not in the same area, the two sides will not like each other.

In more serious cases, it is the same in different schools.

Aso Hiroshi and Kyosuke Imakō were able to infiltrate the new group, and it should have taken a lot of effort to do it.

"That's enough."

The file folder was closed, and Sakaki extinguished the cigarette butt, with a serious expression:

"Just the two of them."

"I will recommend them to Takayama."

Gin nodded:

"Then I'll leave this matter to you."

"Keep an eye on Masami Hirota's mission, you can apply for a substitution to carry it out."

Sakaki Makoto listened, is this worth it?

He's busy coming and going, isn't it just to protect the Miyano sisters?

You can't pick up sesame seeds and throw watermelon!

"No, I can do both."

Sakaki Cheng said with a tense face:

"I need to cover myself with my job in the bank."

Gin didn't refuse, and for him, the current situation in the organization is not optimistic.

The main player hides and hides and does not show up, only he maintains order, and he has to be responsible for catching ghosts, and he doesn't know how many brain cells will die every day.

The task of keeping an eye on Masami Hirota must be trustworthy.

Anyway, someone who can make Gin believe....

Very little, very little.

Or rather, he doesn't believe anyone but the boss.

"Akutsu wants to do something to you, and the organization will send someone to protect your home."

Gin's eyes are contemplative:

"However, in normal times, the organization can't help you much."

"You have this gun."

A black equipment box about the size of a human head was placed on the table.

Sakaki opened it and found that it contained a handful....

MK23 combat pistol.

This is a 1991 semi-automatic pistol designed and produced by Heckler Koch, a competition-grade, retrofitted silencer and LAM laser indicator.

It uses .45ACP high-pressure bullets, caliber 11.43x23mm, can carry subsonic bullets, 12-round magazine capacity, hexagonal barrel, and belongs to the offensive pistol.

And inside the battle box, whether it is a laser indicator or a silencer, everything is available.

Gin also thoughtfully considered the need to use subsonic bullets, and equipped him with fifty rounds of ammunition each.

Looking at the brand-new MK23 in the box, Makoto Sakaki was a little surprised.

This is...

Got him a pistol?

What should I do if I am inexplicably moved.....

No, no, no...

Sakaki shook his head.

Don't be fooled by sugar-coated shells!

He covered the box, lifted it up solemnly, and said:

"Thank you, Boss."

"Are there any shock bombs or something?"

"I'm going to use it for self-defense."

Gin winked at Vodka, who got up in understanding, walked to the brown-green crate in the corner, and lifted the lid:

"Pick it yourself."

Sakaki looked closer, his cheeks twitching.

Boy....

L42 Enfield Sniper Rifle, M84 Grenade, MKII. Grenade.....

Lethal equipment fills the crate.

The name of the Blackcoat Organization in Sakaki's mind officially evolved from an arsenal to a military factory.

Sure enough, it's not an idle person.

Vodka glanced at Sakaki Cheng proudly, and said magnificently:

"Take whatever you need."

"You're welcome."

After listening to this, Sakaki silently picked up the long backpack in the corner of the wall, and under the stiff smile of vodka, he stuffed the L42 Enfield sniper rifle into it.

By the way, a couple of throwables were also taken.

Gin vodka: "....."

"Will you use it?"

Sakaki smiled:

"You can't learn!"

Joke!

Can he not?

In the 800m accuracy test, he was a three-time champion sharpshooter with 10 guns and 100 meters.

Even a moving target a thousand meters away, his hit rate has reached more than 90%.

Carrying his backpack, Sakaki left excitedly.

Leave the vodka with a bewildered face.

Vodka actually wanted to block it, but...

The big words were released, and he was embarrassed to regret it.

Who TM thought that Makoto Sakaki really took it!

You're welcome at all ....

"Big brother..."

Vodka turned around, wanted to cry without tears:

"The sniper rifle that Chianti asked for was taken by this kid...."

Gin laughed generously and looked at the closed electronic door with interest:

"This kid might really surprise us."

"Okay, don't cry and lose your face."

"Chianti, I'll talk over there."

.........................

Makoto walked out of the electronic gate with his bag on his back and happened to bump into Nobuo Yoshino head-on.

"Yoshino."

Nobuo Yoshino looked back and was pleasantly surprised:

"Sakaki Makoto... Eldest brother! ”

Nobuo Yoshino wanted to rush up, but remembering the difference in the identities of the two sides, he stopped a little awkwardly.

Sakaki Makoto took the initiative to step forward and pat him on the shoulder, and said with a smile:

"You're welcome."

"By the way, is Director Miyano at the research institute?"

Nobuo Yoshino smirked:

"Sister Shirley, she's not here."

When he heard that he was not there, Sakaki Cheng frowned:

"Absent?"

"Where did she go?"

"Big brother, you don't know...."

Nobuo Yoshino pulled Makoto to the four corners of the monitor, looked around, and whispered:

"Yesterday the institute was raided by the police, and Boss Jean demanded that all research be suspended, and those researchers did not know where they were taken."

Sakaki Makoto sighed in his heart.

This is not good news.

He hurriedly said goodbye to Nobuo Yoshino, ran out of the gate, took out his mobile phone and dialed Shiho Miyano.

Honk...

The phone is connected.

"Where have you been taken?"

There was no time to say hello, Sakaki asked directly.

There was silence on the other end of the phone, and then Miyano Shiho's voice came:

"Ahh

"You, the mob boss, are worried about me?"