Chapter 45

Naturally, Gin came in a car, and his car had simple tools for treating wounds.

Yuna was a little dazed, and rarely recalled the time when she was trained by the black organization. Although the two of them were already bound partners at that time, she was just a cadre whom the leader wanted to pass on to the throne. In terms of qualifications and status, she was far inferior to Gin.

What's more, at the beginning, she had to rely on Gin to take her on missions. There were very few times when she could really help, and most of them were solved by Gin himself.

Her marksmanship was originally taught by Gin himself.

Gin is responsible for teaching her, and is both her partner and teacher. In their Mafia culture, carrying these two identities, he will be the closest person to her in her life.

But life has always been dramatic.

Yuna came back to her senses, and the smell of blood reminded her again that Gin's wound was still bleeding.

"Take care of the wound properly."

She said helplessly and took out emergency medical supplies from the car.

Sure enough, after so many years, Gin's habits have not changed at all. No matter how cautious he is, because she has figured out the rules, she can easily find him, let alone the things he hides.

Is this a fatal weakness?

"No, it's a minor injury." Gin refused lightly and drove the car very fast: "Let's go find Smith first -"

Yuna smiled: "Now, stop the car and treat the wound."

There was a hint of it in the smile. Threatening Gin: "..." Tsk.

He stopped the car with a dark face and took off the clothes on his left shoulder, revealing a wound that was obviously penetrated by sharp claws. It had only been treated hastily and now it looked particularly terrifying.

But now it seems that he is still only prepared to bandage it casually.

Yuna did not hand him the medicine. Instead, she held the thing in her hand and began to disinfect him with alcohol and wipe away the blood without mercy.

Anyone who has been injured and disinfected with alcohol knows that the wound is not the most painful. The moment high-concentration alcohol is applied, it really hurts so much that tears fall.

But Gin didn't even hum.

They have long been accustomed to this level of pain.

Contrary to the pain and distorted face, he lowered his eyes and stared quietly at the leader who was carefully treating his wounds. His dark green eyes showed no fluctuations, but were as dark as blending into the Gotham night.

Yuna's movements are definitely fast and effective. She quickly did everything and Gin looked away before she looked up.

Yuna could naturally feel his gaze, but she didn't think much about it and said casually: "You have completed your task today. Go back and rest. I will come to Smith's place alone." "No. You go to the meeting by yourself.

There's a lot of trouble. Those rats are really affecting my mood." Gin frowned and narrowed his dangerous dark green eyes: "——Or, are you questioning my ability?"

Yuna almost laughed out loud, but her strong professionalism She kept her expression and said, "You misunderstood, GIN."

Gin glanced at her suspiciously and elegantly stopped worrying about the matter.

Smith's hidden residence is not far from here. Before Gin came, he checked the information again and confirmed that Smith was indeed inside and had not left tonight. They would not return empty-handed this time and then stopped the car. He stretched out his hand and opened the car door for his leader.

Before Yuna could say "thank you", he got out of the car first.

The little girl had long been accustomed to his style and was not surprised by this. She looked towards the villa in front of her.

From the outside it looks like it's been in disrepair, but now it's probably resplendent inside.

She smiled inexplicably.

I just don't know if he can feel comfortable spending the organization's money?

If you walk too much at night, you will encounter ghosts.

She walked towards the door of the villa leisurely and openly. Gin took a step slower than her, keeping her position behind and to the left, but followed closely behind her.

Yuna didn't knock on the door, but went straight in.

Since the exterior was in a state of disrepair, and this stronghold was a place where he often sought refuge, it was natural that people would not be able to find his location so easily, let alone expose his existence easily. Therefore, it doesn't matter whether you knock on the door or ring the doorbell.

As long as this person appears in front of her.

Under the moonlight, the petite and nimble figure entered the guarded area of the villa, but the monitoring screens in the monitoring room showed no abnormalities.

Gin opened the front door in a high-profile and swaggering manner and walked in from the welcoming passage. It looked like he came alone.

Smith came out quickly: "GIN, why are you here? You're a rare visitor!"

He didn't ask how Gin knew his hiding place. After all, this was not a big deal for the black organization that started with intelligence. Secret, they can wait for this information without any effort.

The point is, what is gin for?

Smith had a smile on his face, but actually he was starting to panic.

This guy Gin is not someone to be trifled with, not to mention that what he did was a member of the organization.

Going to the Three Treasures Palace for nothing, Smith was ready to kill Gin on the spot.

His hiding here is not just for concealment.

However, before he could finish his abacus, several loud noises were heard, and a petite figure jumped out of the sparks, stopping lightly and quickly among them, with his eyelids slightly raised, and a pair of dark red eyes. Hitomi locked onto him lightly, but it made the back of his head numb immediately.

"You-" Smith looked at her in confusion, his face pale.

His secret weapons that made him confident ->

were all destroyed.

In the blink of an eye, he was silently destroyed by this child-like person.

"Mr. Smith," the girl smiled with her eyes slightly bent, "I just took over the organization, but when I checked the intelligence, I found something wrong. Can you answer me a question?" Her smile deepened, but the scarlet color in her eyes became

more and more intense. Lai Yuezhong asked: "Why do the data show that the goods handled by your line are a little less every time?"

Smith suddenly broke out in cold sweat.

He was shaking uncontrollably, and out of the corner of his eye, he saw Gin already holding the gun.

Normally, as long as Gin was suspicious, he would not hesitate to kill the traitor he considered - especially when anyone with his identity could replace him.

But now he stopped his movements, as if he was waiting for the order from the girl in front of him who was not as tall as his legs.

Thinking of the recent message from "Q" in the organization's senior management, Smith could no longer control his stiff expression. He only heard a clear but childlike voice from hell and continued: "Why don't you speak?" "Oh. It

seems that Mr. Smith It's acquiescence to this matter."

Her tone suddenly became cold, as if she was tired of being so conciliatory. Her eyes stopped on him, but she slowly took Gin's gun with her right hand, and shot him in the leg off guard!

Smith suddenly groaned and sweated like rain.

Q chuckled meaningfully: "He's still a tough guy."

"If you kill him, he'll be just a bone." The man's voice came out coldly.

The word "kill" shocked Smith, but he still dared to do such a thing under Gin's nose. Whether he was instructed by others or directed and acted by himself, it proved that he had enough courage and ability.

He quickly thought that without him, the black organization would never be able to find the large amount of goods he had accumulated over the years.

When he dies, the only clue is gone!

This is the reason why Gin doesn't kill him. Although his position is dispensable, he is the only clue!

Smith almost looked up to the sky and laughed twice, but before the laughter came out, it turned into a scream of pain.

——Another shot hit his ankle.

He knelt down uncontrollably with a plop, facing the girl's direction. When he raised his head, he saw her flower-like smile, as if no matter how bloody the scene in front of her, it was just a dead fly to her. So simple.

No, maybe she would still be disgusted by flies, but in her eyes, he was worse than a fly.

This is not a child of five or six years old -

he is clearly a demon crawling up from hell!

"Are you very proud? Mr. Smith."

Because he had to kneel down, she looked down at him condescendingly, and the indifference and darkness that had been suppressed in her eyes were clearly visible, and there was not even a trace of an expression of looking at a "creature". , as if looking at a piece of garbage.

And this piece of garbage accidentally tried to block her way.

"No...you, you misunderstood..."

Smith felt that he had made a mistake in judgment, and the fear that penetrated his bones couldn't help but surge under the gaze of his scarlet eyes. He clearly remembered that just a moment ago, those eyes were black.

He thought wrong.

The black organization really couldn't kill him, but he thought Gin was too cowardly and incompetent.

If you don't kill him, can't you still torture him?

With Gin's skills, it wouldn't take long for him to reveal the location of the shipment himself, and he wouldn't even be able to keep a whole body!

As a Gothamite's instinct and intuition, he could clearly feel that the girl looking down at him was a terrifying existence completely different from Gin.

She has escaped the category of "human".

Her method is definitely the one that can truly make him unable to survive or die.

"...That batch of goods...I didn't, didn't..."

"Shh."

Q put his index finger on his lips and sighed helplessly.

"Until now, Smith, you haven't understood the situation clearly." "

Where the goods are, whose hands they are in, and how valuable they are, they are not as important to me as you, Mr. Smith." Smith's

pupils Shrinking suddenly, the last trace of support in my heart was ruthlessly destroyed.

"After all, what I always hate is when someone tampers with my things without permission." The

muzzle of the gun moved to his forehead, but at this moment, he no longer had any strength to resist, and could only see with his peripheral vision Countless women he had bought and imprisoned, as well as subordinates who came after hearing the news, were frightened by Gin's look and hung their heads in place without daring to move.

And those women looked at him with pleasure, wishing they could eat his flesh raw.

The last trace of a child's voice faded in his ears.

"Farewell, Mr. Smith."