"I think it's good." Vodka's tone at the moment is no longer audible.

"If I hadn't organized it, I'd probably be an orphan right now." The smile on his face looked a little silly, the opposite of his hideous posture in front of outsiders.

Vodka's code name is inherited, which means that his parents are dead, and if the code members are still alive, their code names cannot be inherited.

He was raised as an orphan by the organization, but he wasn't very smart.

Especially when compared to organizing a bunch of people with superior IQs, he doesn't have any advantages.

And his physical fitness is not as good as those members who are born with excellent quality, whether it is marksmanship, fighting, he is not as good as others in many aspects.

The law on the protection of minors was organized to protect him.

And when he passed the age of sixteen, he inherited the code name of vodka and became the new vodka, no longer required to participate in the fierce competition that followed, and became an outright support staff far from the core power.

Vodka even worked as an assistant to Rum at first, and later became a henchman of Gin.

The reason is that Gin was a minor when he got his code, he didn't have a driver's license, and he needed someone to drive it.

So the vodka car has been driving for more than ten years.

The faction is also completely bound to gin.

"It's just a means for the superior to buy people's hearts." The man with long silver hair said nonchalantly.

But it is indeed an act that is beneficial to them.

The means of buying people's hearts are also divided into high and inferior, and it is obvious that the boss is clever enough.

It's just that no matter how clever you are, there will still be traitors.

This is the difference of human beings, regardless of the institution.

Countries have planted undercover spies for the organization, and the organization has also planted its own personnel in the institutions of each country.

It's just that one side is for responsibility, and the other is ...... But it is moved by interests.

Vodka doesn't give much response to Gin's evaluation, and he doesn't know how to respond, he is loyal to the organization, has a lot of respect for the boss, and admires good people, such as Gin, such as Rum.

Brother Gin is right, this is the BOSS's means of buying people's hearts, and vodka, as one of the beneficiaries, is naturally also bought.

But he couldn't speak up, because ...... That's the boss.

It is an adult who organizes the allegiance of all people.

Fortunately, the car had arrived at the base, and the vodka hit the brakes.

"Big brother, it's here." He unbuckled his seat belt and opened the car door, and naturally went around to the other side of the car to open the door for Gin.

The man with long silver hair first stuck out one foot and then stepped out of the car.

Vodka is tall enough, but Gin is taller than he is.

"Let's go." Gin glanced at the underground garage, but didn't see any extra strange vehicles, and walked towards the elevator entrance.

There may not be any new cars on the research base for ten days and half a month, and in comparison, the training base is much more chaotic, and there will be many members coming and going every day.

At the same time, Mizuno Kir, who received the news of gin, frowned.

Why did Ivy Clear go to the base all of a sudden? And what about Toru Miyamoto? Went to the base with the other party?

Only one day to spy on the target, the other party disappeared?

This monitoring task...... It's a little weird, or rather...... Unreliable.

Is the purpose of the organization for sending her to Avi Crell really to be surveillance?

Shui Wuren Nai deleted the record without any delay, while thinking about the truth of this mission in his heart.

On the surface, she still has to maintain a popular hostess.

She gritted her teeth with hatred for the organization, and her biggest hope was to be able to destroy the organization and arrest all the members, but before that, she needed to complete the CIA's mission - to investigate the origin of the organization, the boss behind the scenes, and...... The organization conducts transactions in secret, research, including the source of the organization's funding chain.

Until then, she will continue to lurk, rooted in the shadows of the organization.

……

In the room full of instruments, Heriga pointed to the tea-haired girl who was no longer able to eat on her own and relied on catheter input to maintain her vital signs:

"Suz was already like that when she gave me someone."

He shrugged his shoulders lightly, calmly shirking his responsibility.

Just looking at his appearance, he is cold and gentle, neat and tidy in a white coat, spotless, a typical scientific research elite, and very convincing.

"Who do you think this statement can be perfunctory?" Gin took the unlit cigarette between his fingers and glanced at Shirley, who had become the size of a child, and then looked away, not even giving the other party a single afterglow.

"......" Heriga smiled silently, straightening his tie.

Obviously, no one was perfunctory in his statement.

"She's a little disobedient when she's been sent......" Herega said meaningfully.

"So in order to make her obedient and cooperative, I had to use some small means." At this, Heriga narrowed his eyes and made a small gesture with his index finger and thumb.

"It's just a small trick, I promise." Heriga's tone was full of affirmation.

In his opinion, it was really a trivial measure.

I even feel that the spirit of the newcomers who organize this generation is a little too fragile.

Shirley is like this, a little trick can make the other party fight excessive autism, and Junerik is also always flustered and fussed.

The BOSS is becoming more and more tolerant of children, causing them to be inferior from generation to generation.

"Small means?" Gin sneered, asking a rhetorical question with an unclear meaning.

Suzi said the same. Gin said in a cold tone.

Both Suzi and Heriga say that they are using small means, and Gin doesn't care what they use.

In the end, Shirley became what she is now.

This was to be expected by Gin, who of course knew who Suz and Heriga were, and what kind of means they would use.

"Where's Junerik?" Gin asked.

"He's probably playing with Avi Clear now...... "Heriga said with a teasing smile.

"In your room." He said this, his eyes glued to Gin.

Full of anticipation, I want to see how Gin will react when he hears such news.

To his disappointment, he didn't get any special expression on Gin's face.

This man is eternally dangerous, cold, and only smiles on funny occasions – a bloodthirsty grin.

And most of the time, he seems to have a calm, cold, revealing an aura that rejects people thousands of miles away, just like at this moment.

In other words, in Gin's opinion, Avi Crell with Junerik in his room is not a surprising or strange thing.

Obviously, Gin's sense of territory is extremely strong, and in the case of non-tasks, people who are not familiar with him don't even want to get close to him by a meter.

"Wayward imps." Gin casually commented on this, but he was not angry.

Just turn around and leave.

Vodka also hurriedly followed.

"If you go now, Junerek might be startled by you." Herigar leaned against the wall and said in a teasing tone.

The back in the black coat didn't react at all, and didn't even look back.

Unexpectedly, there was no response, and Heriga only put away his smile as usual.

(End of chapter)