Everyone was waiting for Belmode's answer.

Belmode's answer:

"Let that little ghost go."

"I'll explain this to 'that gentleman' personally."

"I'll take on any responsibility, and it's not your turn to take care of it."

She lowered her gun.

But the momentum in his eyes was faintly overpowering the gin in front of him.

Gin fell silent for a moment.

And Conan, whose big face was pressed against the front cover of the car, quietly revealed a trace of horror in his eyes:

Belmode actually made a third choice:

Neither betray the Order, nor give up saving Conan.

Her relationship with "that gentleman" seemed close enough, so close that even if she made such a willful act of clearly turning her arms outward, she was confident that she would be able to shoulder the responsibility afterwards.

In this way, Gin has nothing to say at all.

Seeing that he still refused to put down the gun in his hand, Belmode took out his mobile phone from his arms and made a gesture to dial a number:

"Why, you want me to call 'that gentleman' right now..."

"Let him talk to you?"

No one knows if she's bluffing, or if she really has the confidence to let "that gentleman" support her.

But what "Gin" knows is that this call must not be made.

If you really let Belmode call the boss, it will be a big problem.

So he had to compromise.

This scene can't be performed, and if it continues to be performed, it will be a big show.

“......”

Gin lowered his gun slightly in silence.

Belmode breathed a sigh of relief and put down his phone.

A crisis seems to be about to be resolved in a compromise with Gin.

And Conan, who is about to be "saved", knows very well that now this is the real crisis -

Their play is a complete mess.

Belmode was not only not forced to make up his mind to break with the organization, but also showed his strong background as a core cadre of the organization and a hardcore member of the boss.

Her color has been tested:

24K Pure Black.

And he is also a cronie of the boss, so he can walk sideways in the organization.

If you want to induce Belmode to betray the organization, the difficulty is equivalent to calling on the nobles to revolt, the emperor to rebel, and to change his own life.

"I'm in trouble..."

Conan knew that after this scene, they were going to have a showdown with each other no matter what.

Now they can't do anything but pray that this lady Belmode will remember the old love and forgive them for their "misdeeds".

Or... Strike first?

Take the opportunity to get rid of Belmode, and then run away with your family.

Conan is hard at work conceiving a remedy for this failed show.

But the drama doesn't end there.

I saw that after a long silence, Gin broke the silence with a sneer that was paralyzed:

"Hehe... Belmode, you want to crush me with 'that gentleman'? ”

"Okay, I can leave this imp out of it for a while."

Gin said this, but he unceremoniously slashed out a knife in his hand, and struck Conan in the side of the neck with great speed.

In fact, the force he used was not particularly large.

But Conan still understood for a moment and fainted heavily.

Gin calmly stuffed the "fainted" Conan into the Porsche, then closed the door again, turned his head and said to Belmode with a sneer:

"Belmode."

"Hand over your weapons and cell phone."

"What do you mean?!" Belmode frowned slightly.

She obviously didn't expect that after being forced to compromise, Gin would play such a game.

"Didn't you want to call 'that gentleman'?"

"That's what 'that gentleman' ordered."

Gin said coldly in that emotionless voice.

"How did I not know there was such an order?"

Belmode's eyes flashed with wariness and confusion.

"Of course you don't."

"Because of this order, I can't let you know in advance."

The tall, silver-haired man slowly approached.

In the bright lights of the parking lot, Belmode could see the real details of his face even better.

And Gin just sneered and continued:

"Do you know why I'm here today?"

"Why?"

"To kill someone."

There was finally a slight fluctuation in Gin's indifferent voice:

"A traitor!"

When he said the word "traitor", his voice was full of disgust.

It's like dissecting the festering corpse of an addict's skin, and that kind of existence makes people feel deeply disgusting from head to toe.

With this kind of emotion that I already have a deep feeling...

Gin's antipathy to traitors is vividly interpreted:

"Ever since the FBI raided the lab to rescue Shirley, I've been investigating who leaked the news."

"The results were surprising, but not surprising."

"The ghost who did not hesitate to betray the organization and collude with the FBI in order to save Shirley is..."

He didn't finish his sentence.

But Belmode, of course, could hear who the "inner ghost" in Gin's mouth was.

And if the inner ghost is really the man who has a lot to do with her...

The abnormal performance of the organization not greeting her in advance and directly sending Gin downstairs to squat is extremely reasonable.

"It can't be."

"He obviously killed Shirley's sister with his own hands, and I don't believe he would betray the organization."

"Moreover, the woman is also dead!"

Belmode instinctively chose to defend the man.

She pursed her lips tightly, and the palm of the gun quietly increased its strength, until the joints of her bones turned white and her pupils were red.

But Gin just said aggressively:

"Heh... He killed Akemi Miyano by force. ”

"Shirley's death was just an accident during the rescue."

"This does not contradict the fact that the guy colluded with the FBI in advance in a vain attempt to rescue Shirley."

"Belmode..."

"Whether he is a traitor or not, you don't count."

"Let's go upstairs together now and put a gun to that guy's head - he'll give us an answer."

As he spoke, Gin held out his hand to Belmode.

He motioned for Belmode to obediently cooperate and hand over his weapon and mobile phone in advance.

"What are you hesitating about?"

"Do you still want to protect that traitor after knowing that he did such a thing?"

Gin is constantly exerting pressure, and it is impossible to avoid it.

“......”

Belmode was silent.

But under Gin's cold gaze, she finally handed over the gun in her hand.

The grip of the pistol was already stained with a thin layer of sweat oozing from her palms.

"And cell phones."

Gin reminded unhurriedly:

"I don't want to go upstairs only to find out that guy has already received the message and ran away."

Belmode's eyes were dark.

She slowly handed the phone to Gin's hand, and her white cheeks were clouded:

"Okay, I'll take you upstairs and have a look."

"Like you said... Whether he is a traitor or not, I want him to give the answer himself. ”

"No problem."

Gin put away the weapons and cell phone seized from Belmode:

"You've finally made the right choice."

Then, he motioned with his eyes for Belmode to go ahead first, and he was holding the Beretta 92F tightly behind Belmode.

This time it seems that Belmode made a compromise.

She still didn't choose to break with the organization, but obediently handed over her weapon and chose to go upstairs with Gin to find Lin Xinyi.

The two of them walked wordlessly through the underground garage to the elevator room.

Gin and Belmode walked into the elevator side by side.

The elevator began to go up, getting closer and closer to the 25th floor where Lin Xinyi lived.

When the elevator door opens, Gin will come to the door with a gun to confront Lin Xinyi.

And the result is not difficult to imagine: most of the time Lin Xinyi's betrayal was completely exposed, and he was shot in the head by Gin with his Beretta 92F, which hit his own people.

The story seems to end like this.

But at this moment...

"Don't move!"

Belmode magically transforms from a neckline into a more compact pistol.

In this cramped elevator room, Gin is inevitably held to the head with a pistol.

The muzzle of the gun was pressed tightly against his cheek, and it pierced his cold and stylish long shoehorn face into a little deformation:

"Gin, I know you didn't come alone."

"But in this running elevator, there won't be anyone who can help you!"

Belmode's eyes flashed with murderous intent.

She looked like a lioness guarding her cubs at this time, and under her calm expression, she suppressed madness and anger.

"What do you mean..."

Gin was pointed at gunpoint, but his eyes became more and more dangerous:

"I just wanted to save that little ghost for no reason, and now, I want to save this traitor?"

"Do you think 'that adult' can really tolerate you to this extent?"

"Of course he can't tolerate it."

Belmode's voice trembled slightly:

"However, I can't tolerate it any longer."

"If you want to kill my students, step over my corpse first!"

"Belmode!!" Gin shouted, "I'll think about it—"

"You're going to save a traitor to the Order!"

"Hmm... I know. ”

"I've said it a few times, there's no need to repeat it to me."

In the midst of that suppressed anger, Belmode laughed instead:

The elevator runs up at high speed, blowing in a breeze.

A few strands of silver hair broke free from the bun and flew freely in the ears and cheeks with the air current:

"I'll tell you a secret, Gin—"

"I'm going to be a traitor too!"

As soon as he finished speaking, Belmode's fingers quickly pulled back.

With her unprecedentedly strong determination, a bullet was about to whistle out in the flames and pierce Gin's head.

“.......”

"Hey, wait!"

Gin was "scared" and his voice changed.

His face turned pale with horror, and he shrank his head with lightning speed, dodging the muzzle of the gun that was pressed to his face.

Before Belmode could shoot, the gin showed a faster dodge than the original gin, and retracted his head with a "boom".

The gin turned into a cuffle:

"Teacher, don't shoot, your own people!"