Outside the tall floor-to-ceiling windows, the moonlight shines.

The curtains were pulled aside.

By the window, a figure sat alone.

There was a rhythmic knock on the door, three long, three short, followed by the sound of the key opening the door.

"Smack", the lights turn on.

Wearing a black hat, a black trench coat, and a shopping bag of vodka in his hand, he walked in, turned and closed the door.

"Big brother, I went downstairs and bought some supper."

Sitting on the edge of the bed, smoking, gin melancholy, glanced at it, and let out a faint "um".

Vodka turned on the hotel's TV and casually talked about what he had seen.

"By the way, big brother, there is something I think is strange········· Last night, several well-known underground arms dealers in Tokyo were ransacked. ”

"My men have been to those places, and they have not found any living mouths, and everyone present died in accidents, and the strange thing is that they are all accidents, I don't know who did it, and all the arms are gone."

Gin was slightly interested, snuffed out the half-smoked cigarette in his hand, and pressed it into the ashtray at the bedside.

"I'll leave this to someone else to investigate, doesn't the Metropolitan Police Department have one of our people? Investing so much money every year is not for the sake of good looks, just let them investigate. ”

"I have more important things to say than that."

Silent for a moment, Gin looked at the photo of Shiho Miyano on the bedside.

"Vodka, I'm starting to miss Sherry."

Vodka shook his hand and turned his head to look at Gin in shock.

Gin continued expressionlessly:

"I dreamed of her last night, when I was a kid. When she was seven years old, her parents died, and she hid in the corner and cried, she was so cute at that time········"

"I like to see the painful expression on her face, I like to see her sad cry from hope to despair, but unfortunately since she was twelve years old, she rarely laughed or cried when she faced me, so I deliberately killed her sister··········"

"Sure enough, her sad and desperate expression at that time really made me nostalgic········"

"Big Brother ········"

Vodka has some concerns.

He has always respected gin.

It was the first time he had seen Gin lose his temper like this.

Gin took a deep breath and asked:

"Vodka, how long have you been with me?"

Vodka honestly replied:

"Yes, eleven years, big brother."

"It's been eleven years········ Do you feel that the organization is full of perverts, psychopaths, and murderers? ”

"Forehead ········"

It's not a good topic.

After thinking about it, Vodka replied tactfully:

"It seems that this is indeed the case, except for the eldest brother, everyone else has some mental problems······· But for those of us, it's an occupational disease, right? ”

Shaking off the trench coat on his body, Gin paced to the window, looked at the black Porsche parked downstairs, and said casually:

"There's no need to be taboo, I know that there are few normal people in the entire organization, either perverts or paranoids, and I have them too, which is not strange."

"I don't think I told you anything about when I was a kid?"

"It's true that there isn't one, but if you're a big brother, you must have been very good when you were a child, right?"

Gin snorted:

"What's excellent? Is the homicide course excellent? ”

"When I was four years old, I was forced by the instructor to kill the trainees who were on the island with me."

"I don't know who my parents are and I don't remember how to get into the organization········ Tissue culture qualified killers, need new blood, and that's how I was sent in at that time. ”

"My memory is a little blurry, and I should have stayed in an orphanage before, and then I probably sold it."

The darkness in the orphanage, Gin is deeply experienced.

Whether it is a variety of frequent sexual assault cases, or human trade, organ trade, human experiments·········· Orphanages are rarely clean.

Under the sun, nothing new.

They're in the organization, and they're used to that.

"I was about seven years old, and I graduated from the island, and everyone was dead, including the instructors··········· Only one killer is allowed to leave the island. ”

"The experience after that is nothing unusual, it is nothing more than accepting the task, killing people, and killing people again."

"People are not machines after all, they can't stop resting, even if they are machines, they will wear out, people like us, if we stay in the dark for a long time, if we don't have some fun for ourselves, we will really go crazy········ Absinthe likes to mix in the entertainment industry, and I found the joy of sherry. ”

"From the time she was so small, until she was an adult; watched her change from a lively little girl to an expressionless girl with a poisonous tongue········ Sometimes, I feel sick myself. ”

"Look, I'm looking at that girl downstairs now and I'm thinking it's Sherry··········"

Gin pointed downward.

On the side of the black Porsche, a girl with short hair in a brown shawl and a short skirt walked over.

Vodka leaned over and looked at it, hesitated, and then looked at his boss:

"But, Boss, that looks like it's really Sherry······"

Gin actually laughed:

"Vodka, it's impossible, that little kitten is not so bold, how dare she approach when she sees my car·········"

Before he finished speaking, he heard an explosion of "Peng".

The whole building shook violently, and the shock wave of the explosion, hitting the windows, interrupted Gin's words.

Gin's face suddenly became ugly.

He poked his head out of the window and looked down, only to see that in the parking space below, where his car was, all that was left was a burning flame and shapeless wreckage.

In the distance, there was a twisted and deformed door stuck into another BMW.

No less than 20 innocent vehicles were implicated.

The surrounding vehicles were all screaming wildly.

Soon, the criminal police who received the report drove the police car downstairs.

"Mr. Kurosawa, was it your car that exploded?"

A police officer, drawing a pen and holding a police officer's handbook, asked them.

Gin returned to his cold appearance, and gestured to vodka with his eyes.

Vodka knowingly pulled the officer aside:

"I'm sorry, my eldest brother's car was blown up, he is in a bad mood, just ask me if you have any questions."

The officer nodded in understanding.

Gin walked out of the hotel that had put him in a bad mood and searched inch by inch outside the fence pulled up by the police.

After a long time, he stopped.

A few strands of brown hair come into view.