sbdcsierra Chapter 557: Irresponsible Extra: Gin's Travels Across Time
Chapter 557: Irresponsible Extra: Gin's Travels Across Time
[Spoof, not related to the main text]
——if the original Gin traveled through time——
Gin rubbed his forehead. He had stayed up for several nights and finally finished a batch of tasks on hand. Now he could take a nap for two hours. After that, he had to go to Yokohama with Vodka to deal with a few gangsters there who did not know themselves well and dared to challenge the organization.
When Gin got up, he realized that he had slept very well today. He hadn't slept so comfortably for a long time.
He picked up his phone and logged onto the dark web, ready to take on all the tasks he hadn't accepted before and complete them along the way.
But when he went onto the dark web, he discovered that the entire task list was actually a series of completed tasks.
Who completed all this? Why didn't we find anyone in the organization willing to do the task honestly before?
He had high authority and could easily click on the task details. In the column for task completers, all of them were Bourbon.
Gin doesn't have a very good impression of Bourbon. After all, as a model worker who works hard to complete tasks and save funds, he will never like a colleague who spends money lavishly, slacks off at work, and is mysterious and unpredictable.
But what's going on now?
He roughly went through all the tasks, and many of the tasks he completed had Bourbon written behind them.
Oh, is it because he hasn’t killed anyone in a long time and can’t lift a gun anymore?
How dare Bourbon change all the tasks he had previously done into his own?
Just as Gin was full of murderous intent, Vodka knocked on the door gently outside: "Brother, are you awake? The action team is having a party at the Black Bar today, organized by Granburch. If you don't go there now, the bar will probably be demolished."
get together?
When did this happen?
Have you finished all the tasks and still want to get together?
Whose idea was it? Granburch? Who was that? Was there anyone like him in the organization?
Gin opened the door with a frown on his brow, a cold murderous aura lingering around him, which scared Vodka who was waiting at the door. He hadn't seen his elder brother look so murderous for a long time.
"Brother?" Vodka was a little anxious, not knowing why Gin was angry.
Gin looked at Vodka in front of him. He had just separated from Vodka before going to bed. After all, Vodka had been with him for several days and looked much thinner.
But now the Vodka in front of him had skin that was as white as having not seen the sun for a long time. It had completely lost the bronze color he had gotten from squatting under the scorching sun while waiting for his target. Moreover, it was visibly that he had gained several times more weight than when they separated!
what happened?
Is this Vermouth in disguise?
No, this is indeed Vodka. After all, Vodka has been with him for several years, it is impossible that he doesn't even recognize Vodka.
Gin felt something was wrong. Ever since he woke up, he felt that everything was different.
He was slightly restrained, not revealing anything, but raised his chin slightly towards Vodka: "Let's go, you go get the car, we'll go to the bar."
To understand the specific situation, he needed to go to the organization's base to take a look, but in order to prevent the possibility that this was a trap set by Vodka's betrayal, he had to make more preparations.
Gin went back to his room, put on his bulletproof vest and his windbreaker, which could be regarded as a small arsenal, and then went downstairs to wait for the vodka.
But when Vodka drove the car in front of him, he still felt something was very wrong.
This is not his car!
Gin stretched his hand out of his pocket and pressed the Beretta in his hand against Vodka's chin, and his murderous aura suddenly surged.
Vodka was frightened by Gin's sudden pulling out of a gun. He looked at his brother in a daze. Suddenly, an idea flashed in his mind. It must be that Granburch was reporting him again!
He said aggrievedly, "Brother, what Granburch said is all lies! Don't be deceived by him! I am your most loyal little brother!"
What is this all about?
Gin's eyes were cold: "How do you drive this car? My previous one--"
What he originally wanted to ask was what had happened to his beloved Porsche, but Vodka misunderstood him.
He suddenly cried out, "It was really Granburch who asked me to drive, and the car was blown up by Akai Shuichi. I'm really just a small fry! Is Granburch using this to spread rumors again? Don't believe him, brother!"
Gin keenly grasped the truth from Vodka's brief words: his beloved car had exploded?
Or was it Shuichi Akai who did it?
Is it also related to Granburch mentioned by Vodka?
After staring at Vodka for a while, Gin confirmed that Vodka was not lying and got in the car: "Let's go to the bar."
He wanted to see who this so-called Granburch was! !
When the car stopped in front of the Black Bar and Gin just got off, he heard ghost howling and shouting inside the bar, mixed with sounds like musical instruments.
???
Gin always felt that he had more questions in his mind. The Black Bar was an important place for members of the organization to accept missions or occasionally use it for meetings. Generally speaking, it was relatively quiet and had never been so - lively.
He pushed open the door with a chill in his body, and swept his cold eyes over the group of people in the bar.
Everyone sitting in the booths were familiar faces, including Vermouth, Lafitte, Cohen, Chianti, Bourbon, etc. They gathered together and all looked at a brown-haired boy on the stage who looked like a 17 or 18-year-old high school student.
The boy had a delicate face, and at this moment he was playing the suona in a very unimageable manner with his cheeks puffed out. The sound was cheerful and passionate, reaching the sky.
He played with great joy, and the audience in the audience were delighted to hear him.
This doesn't look like a party at all, it's simply a chaos of demons!
This one that I haven't seen before should be what Vodka calls Gran Burch.
Gin walked slowly forward, found an empty seat and sat down, right next to Bourbon.
Chu Ming put down the suona. He had upgraded his suona skills when he was drunk before. In order not to waste it, he would show it to everyone every time he organized a party.
It can also be considered as a close interaction with future subordinates.
Chu Ming smiled and walked forward, hooked his arm around Bourbon's neck, and moved closer to Gin: "How about Gin? My song today is good, isn't it?"
Gin lowered his head and took a sip of wine, completely ignoring Chu Ming.
Chu Ming was not surprised. After all, every time there was a party, Gin was the only one who had a heavy idol image and never played with them.
But today, he came with a new way of playing.
Chu Ming shook the cards in his hand, his smile gradually widening: "Today's party game has been updated! It's no longer chess or cards, today we're playing the King Game!"
Gin raised his eyelids slightly and glanced at Chu Ming. Although he was not superstitious, now that things had come to this, he had guessed what was going on with him.
So in order to collect more information, he did not object.
Seeing that even Gin didn't say anything against it, and since most people just liked to join in the fun, everyone agreed.
Chu Ming had a sly smile on his face: "There are eight of us here, so we need nine cards in total. Among these nine cards, one is the king, and the other eight are civilians. The cards are numbered 1-8. In the game, the king's orders are absolute, and civilians need to obey the king's orders unconditionally. The person who draws the king card can say one or two numbers at will and order the number holder to do anything, and the number can only be turned over after the king makes the request. The game is the game, and no form of retaliation is allowed afterwards. How about it, isn't it very exciting?"
Vermouth grasped the key: "Eight numbers... so the king also has a number? What if the king points to his own number?"
Chu Ming blinked: "Of course - just do as you say~"
Bourbon sat up straighter, his eyes moving among the crowd with interest: "This game is good."
Lafitte nodded. This was a game that a fun-loving person like him would like. "I think it's good, too."
"Since everyone has no objection, let's start?"
[As expected, writing a sequel is really fun~ It can be regarded as a brief description of how colorful the daily life of the organization is with Mingzai~]