Toru Asada was not surprised that his close partner and young tamer would call him early in the morning, in fact, as early as when he was still organizing the action group, Gin and Patron kept calling him every day, and then arranged his rest of the itinerary clearly.

The specific performance is as follows

[Patron: Good morning.] 】

[Sunrise: Early, I'd be better off if I didn't have a mission.] 】

[Patron: Good morning tomorrow then.] 】

[Patron: There is a sniper mission in Rice Flower Town XX Park, and I will gather at the nearby underground parking garage at three o'clock this afternoon. 】

[Patron: Must come, no negotiable.] 】

[Gin: 3 p.m., Cup Department Store. 】

[Sunrise: Decide for yourselves which side I'm going.] 】

【Patron：......】

[Patron: I told Gin that the rats on his side can be solved at any time, you can dispose of his tasks in the morning and come over in the afternoon as planned.] 】

[Sunrise: Patron, can we—I mean—]

[Sunrise: Can we break up?] 】

When I was young, I didn't know how to fish, and I mistook my part-time job for a treasure. In short, when he suddenly woke up and decided that he should not work overtime in his life, and took the initiative to apply to run undercover to the police, the first thing he did was to create a separate contact group for Gin in his mobile phone-

【Blacklist (1/1)】

Seeing that he didn't blackout his young tame for the sake of more than ten years of friendship - it's not that this unlucky thing that grew up with him is very important, mainly because he is afraid that he will send these two people to the blacklist of his mobile phone at the same time, and the next day he will have to be sent to the organization's hunt list for "suspected defection".

No, no, how much people can't think about it before they have to run to find Gin Solo, a certain silver-haired killer is as strong as a humanoid self-propelled poisonous rat, and no one in the organization can beat the gun fighting, so he won't be bored and run to find it uncomfortable.

At least in terms of combat effectiveness alone, he once felt that the national wine of a certain fighting nation was worthy of such a ruthless killer.

Really, gin he should be called vodka.

Toru Asada crossed a series of choreographed words that could be organized by the top killer on the spot, the black mobile phone on the table was still in a state of calling, and the other end of the phone was suddenly quiet for a while, as if he was suddenly covered by his hand, and there were faint voices of wailing and begging for mercy, but it was not very real under the distorted radio communication.

After a while, the blood-smelling noise on the other end of the phone fell silent, and the only sound in the earpiece was the dull sound of the wind passing through the tunnel, and then Patron's familiar clear voice resounded.

"I'm glad I'm still on your whitelist."

"If you have something to say, I wouldn't mind sending you over to accompany Gin."

"It's a shame, I can't just come to wish you a happy birthday," Patron's voice didn't show much regret at all, but was rather interesting, "Honey, you can't block both of us at the same time." ”

Birthday?

The brown-haired young man raised his eyebrows and glanced at the wall calendar that he didn't know how long it hadn't been torn for a long time, and after failing to confirm the date, he moved his gaze to the mobile phone in front of him, and the corners of his mouth were hooked in a good mood, and his tone of ridicule returned.

"I think the BOSS will be considerate of the feelings of a humble migrant worker who wants to block an unlucky colleague on his birthday - really, just one day, I will block you for one day."

The voice on the other end of the phone was indifferent: "The organization stipulates that unprovoked loss of contact will be handled as a mutiny." ”

"Oh, you can rest assured that even if the sky falls, I won't black vodka." The brown-haired young man groaned for a long time, trying his best to make his tone appear more sincere.

And the words on the other side pierced the heart-

"You're out of the vodka blacklist?"

“……”

Truth be told, not yet, otherwise Gin and Patron would have been in pairs on his blacklist.

He didn't understand why vodka had such a big opinion of himself, so he just found someone to drink tea and talk to him every once in a while, and by the way, he helped him make a three-year and five-year life plan, and talked about how to make gin and the like.

What's so bad, when vodka becomes the top killer of the organization, the same style of black coat fills two wardrobes in minutes, a cigarette can make the little brother light five times, and more importantly, the classic car can be driven sideways, and you never have to pay parking fees when you go out.

It can be said that as long as he wants, he can package vodka as the starting point in minutes: -D

- It's hard to say which channel it is.

But even so, Vodka still didn't appreciate it, and sent him to the blacklist two times in three days, blocking him more times than he played black gin, and the only two times he released him was because the man in his heart really couldn't find him-

Stop, Bai Xueda.

Hawkers - I can only say that vodka is still too young to understand the good of no one on top (shaking his head.jpg)

"Straight to the point," Patron guessed the other side's thoughts when the phone fell silent, and his unhurried voice interrupted the brown-haired youth's thoughts, "Gin is looking for you over there, and has a new mission." ”

Toru Asada replied crisply: "Let him go, today is a working day." ”

“…… Only weekdays should work. Patron was half talking and half watching a play, but it sounded a little helpless at the moment.

"What a joke!" Toru Asada had just put the well-fed little mole in his pocket, and when he heard the words of the young tame, he gritted his teeth and retorted-

"He made me work on his days off, and he didn't let me rest on his weekdays!"

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Gin scolded and scolded, but the task still had to be completed. Toru Asada released the silver-haired killer who didn't match him from the blacklist, and the next second, he received a mission description and action goal that were indifferent between the lines.

[Modern Beretta forbids Jingjing: Garneau is suspected of defecting to the police, and once the evidence is conclusive, he will be killed on the spot. 】

It's very gin.

There is no cause and effect, and the investigation clues are all based on his own blind guessing, but in the end, he has to write an eight-hundred-word essay to prevent someone from having a suspicious attack, and explain in detail whether this person is dead, how he died, and why he has to die-

An action report was written, and when he saw the silver-haired and green-eyed number one killer, he wanted to say "Sine".

Again, when exactly will vodka usurp the throne.

After a phone call, the pointer was about to pass seven o'clock, and Toru Asada stuffed the last piece of bread into his mouth and clicked on a news page on his phone with one hand.

After the user logged in, the brown-haired youth double-clicked on the screen and inadvertently swiped the fingerprint recognition area with his left thumb. The camera light on the top of the phone suddenly turned on, the page shook for a while, and then the screen suddenly went black, and the next second a long list of lists appeared on the screen.

It was he, as Tequila Sunrise, the head of the intelligence department within the organization, who had the right to see the list of personnel.

Although Garneau is a member of the codename, he does not have any special positions in the organization, so such a person is naturally within his authority.

The brown-haired young man had bread in his mouth, wrote down the personal information of the mission objective at a glance, and when he exited the interface, his eyes swept over the main interface of the organization's intranet, and he couldn't help but be stunned for a moment.

The number of peripheral members has increased?

It's really rare, the recent economic downturn, how long has the organization only laid off employees and no new recruits.

Toru Asada raised his eyebrows slightly, and just wanted to click into the database to take a look, the mobile phone screen flashed back to the daily interface for a moment, and a crisp nursery rhyme echoed in the room.

“Jingle Bells~Jingle Bells~”

"Hey, Dusk Police," the brown-haired young man raised his hand to answer the phone, "early in the morning, miss me like that?" ”