Chapter 46

A person with good marksmanship can hit someone between the eyebrows with one shot and go straight through the brain, which is extremely stable.

In the past, it was recognized in the underground world that Gin had better marksmanship than this.

His fighting skills are unrivaled, and his skills are even more superb. His intimidating power far exceeds his astonishing layout and organizational abilities.

But only now did they realize that he was not the only one with Gin's marksmanship.

The girl's body should not be able to withstand the recoil caused by the gun, but her reaction seemed to be completely unaffected by the recoil that could shatter her jaw. She wiped her hands slowly and calmly, and held the gun. Gin was also given.

Gin was like her butler or subordinate. She changed her past cold and arrogant attitude and naturally took the gun.

…It's already easy to see. They swallowed hard.

Gin is not the leader of the black organization.

——The girl in front of him is.

He worked hard to make a fortune in Gotham, but in the end he gave it to others.

How can this be!

Everyone in the world who witnessed the entire process of Smith's death was in disbelief.

What does Gin want? What's the benefit to him?

Isn't being a leader more relaxing and free than having someone supervising him?

As a Gothamite, how could he be so ignorant of progress and allow himself to be inferior to others?

Even though the girl looked strong and cold, and was so cruel that she didn't look like a child, it was not like Gin had never encountered such a difficult person before, and compromise was not his style. Even before today, they never thought that one day they would see Gin like this.

——And...he seems to be willing.

Is it possible that the rumors about Gin having strange habits are true? ?

Q, who could see their reactions subtly: "..."

Q: "Gin,

something is wrong with you." Gin: "It's not me, it's you who are wrong."

The man sneered: "Who would use a 5-year-old Wearing a vest to be the leader of the mafia."

The girl pondered for a moment: "That's not true, but I have seen a leader who always has a young girl with him, who is suspected of being a pedophile. It is definitely his influence on me, this He has to take the blame."

"...What kind of world of monsters and ghosts have you been to?"

Gin's stern face twisted and darkened visibly to the naked eye.

"But there is a cadre over there who I quite like." She showed a smile full of black mud, and it was impossible to tell whether she liked it or disliked it: "Congratulations to me, Gin, I have a new template for my vest character. Yes."

Gin glanced at her and touched the tip of her tongue to the roof of her mouth.

A very popular cadre.

Ah.

Q did not notice the thoughts of the cadres behind her. She high-fived, and the organization members who had been transferred earlier and had arrived quickly moved forward and began to search the entire stronghold.

"Boss, there is a dark room in this villa."

"Go in and see what it is." Q ordered in a calm voice.

When she destroyed those big weapons before, she made a lot of noise because of her simple and rough movements. Originally, she should have been worried about whether the bats would notice and come over, but now she has no such worries at all.

After all, his daughter's first reception party in front of Gotham's celebrities was completely ruined when it was attacked by the Court of Owls. As long as she doesn't do anything too outrageous and touches the vigilante's bottom line, he won't kill them all.

You know, they are much more settled than other forces in Gotham.

Q raised the corners of his lips with unclear meaning.

However, I'm afraid she'll be getting a visit from Batman soon.

She can't escape the first grade of junior high school, but she can't escape the fifteenth grade. Batman will come to her sooner or later. He sees this city as his destiny and responsibility, and so does she.

It's just that the directions of their actions are completely different.

"Gin, go and have a look." After the subordinate left just now, Q suddenly said in a cold voice: "He should be dead in that secret room by now, right? If he is not dead, remember to take a shot. "

The goods are not here. This is just a place for him to have fun and save his life. Call a few confidants and follow the line he took seven days ago. Someone in Italy will pick you up." "You can't take away the dirty things.

Get the goods." Once you get it, transfer it to them at a high price."

If she guessed correctly, it should be a batch of drugs newly developed by the organization. It has no other effect. It just makes people confused and miserable. It is a kind of interrogation. nice one.

This batch under Smith was originally planned to be stored in the organization. But since it has been handled by him, and the black organization does not lack these, it is better to hand it over directly to the local brothers and sisters.

Anyway, Italy is so rich that they won't mind buying these from their fellow students at high prices.

After hearing what she said, Gin personally went to the darkroom that his subordinate had just reported, and as expected, he did not die.

Being able to get into the upper echelons of the organization and become a confidant who could even talk to the leader face to face, Smith's three-legged tricks would certainly not let him die on the spot.

When he saw Gin coming, he thought he was coming to save him on Q's order - even though his subordinates came nearby, they couldn't compare to Gin's weight.

He quickly adjusted his expression, but saw Gin looking at him with disgust, with a cold light of disdain in his eyes, as if he had seen through his behavior.

— and drew his gun.

Gin has always been a murderer without blinking an eye, and he always

suspects the people around him no matter what happens. This move is really not that surprising.

Only this time he sneered twice: "He is indeed from Penguin. I haven't visited him for a while."

It was a good trick. The undercover agent who was carefully sent over became someone close to him.

Gin was busy like a superman every day, but they accidentally took advantage of him.

He has an utter distaste for undercover agents.

"You," his green eyes moved to the other people present, "if I find anyone betraying the organization, I will kill them without mercy." "

If the leader has disrespectful thoughts..."

The air pressure in the room increased instantly, overwhelming everyone present. Everyone's breathing suddenly became heavy, and they barely kept their facial expressions from losing their composure.

Gin received the second half of the sentence coldly.

"——That's more than just a shot."

He walked to the door and looked out.

Bathed in the firelight that fills the sky behind her, the black-haired girl is lowering her eyes, wondering what she is thinking about. With such aura and coercion, it is actually difficult for people to notice the appearance of her child.

But through this figure, he recalled the girl with black hair and blue eyes at the banquet, who was like a sober blue rose in the golden scenery.

I remembered her soft smile, the action of holding the windbreaker, and the silver color that was out of place because of the machinery installed.

Nine years ago, she pushed him out and was trapped under the rubble.

Gin calmly twirled his numb fingertips, came to her, and said, "It's the Penguin's eyeliner."

As early as he took a step, he noticed someone approaching Q and raised his eyebrows slightly: " Penguin... this is not a simple role."

Her originally lazy look straightened slightly.

"Since he is so enthusiastic and has chosen people to come and invite, it seems unreasonable for us not to pay a visit."

The scarlet in her eyes faded away, and she looked much normal. However, if she carefully considered the words she spoke, It can give people a chill behind them.

"The Penguin and Black Mask are having a big fight recently, right?"

"It's the people under the Penguin who make the decisions, but his attitude is acquiescence and connivance."

"Dog eats dog, that's good."

Q paused and brought up A question that he had thought about before, he said: "Tell me, if you were given a choice, what would you want to do in Gotham without the influence of my will?"

Gin did not answer.

Q raised his eyes to look at him and found that he was frowning and seemed to be thinking about this matter.

So she sighed softly, and that was indeed what she was thinking.

"Why are you sighing?" Gin looked at her.

"I won't tell you, hee hee."

Gin: "..."

A certain model worker felt that he could adapt to the leader's nerves from time to time.

"You shouldn't have solved this matter personally." Knowing that Q couldn't ask anything here, Gin simply got down to business and said, "You should know more about these things than me. These are special circumstances. From now on, you You can directly order your subordinates to do it."

After all, today has passed, but some people no longer know who she is.

"Gin, I'm your boss. What if I get angry when you talk like this?"

Q turned around and walked towards the car, smiling at Gin who was following her as she walked.

"Tsk."

Gin seemed too lazy to answer her question.

What an unqualified subordinate.

Q nestled comfortably in the co-pilot: "Let them go back. They have nothing to do these days, so don't dance outside."

She was seeing the entanglement between Penguin and Black Mask as a joke, but she didn't want to be involved because of the stupidity of her subordinates. in.

Even if she has to be involved, she should be the one who takes the initiative.

"Yeah." Gin responded, took out his phone and entered a few words, and an email was sent.

The car was very quiet on the way back.

None of them talk much, and they like to talk when they have nothing to say.

Q's mood has stabilized again. After such a long period of withdrawing consciousness and fighting, and even turning his head, he has fallen into a calm state of mind, not to mention doing these useless things.

Gin himself has a cold and black boss demeanor, and he will not take the initiative to chat with her.

This silence lasted until their car parked downstairs of the organization building. A blond senior cadre came quickly. Shen Shenghui reported: "Someone just appeared here without warning. The person who injured us left. After that, he disappeared. I suspect he sneaked in to steal information."

After hearing this description, Gin & Q: "..."

Jason's identity cannot be exposed. She brought him here quietly, and he knew it at the beginning. Everyone who heard this news was given drugs to erase the relevant memories.

Now he thought he had been abducted by someone and wanted to run away. When he appeared in the organization building, he just showed up without warning and left with suspicious motives.