I paid too much for the manga highlights

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[Scalable love] 2 points of highlight value

Description: The seemingly ordinary rope, in fact, its length and toughness have reached the limit of scientific knowledge!As for where is your "love"?This is a meme! (shock)

Chiyoya Saori felt a particularly refreshing high-altitude bungee jumping, and she felt much lighter all over her body. She quickly rushed to the banquet hall, and after counting silently for five seconds, she took back the prop whose name was suspected to be from the manga next door.

Although sometimes I don't want to hear the Q version customer service blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah, but once in a while like this... it's really cool!

No one can refuse to install X!

After looking at the phone for the last time, Chiyotani Haori replied that Zhu Fu Jingguang would handle the task in the form of "highest level of confidentiality", and by the way asked him to prepare manpower in advance, and three hours later, he would come to this place to "collect the corpse".

On the other side, Zhu Fu Jingguang, who had already fallen asleep but was suddenly alarmed by C's mission reminder, was about to go out: "..."

It's twelve o'clock now, three hours later—more than three o'clock in the morning.

Don't members of that organization sleep at night?

It's really hard for Senior C to deal with these things in the early morning!

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Taking back the mobile phone, Chiyoya Saori, who was not polite at the same time, was almost at the front of the banquet hall.

This neighborhood was originally the territory of the Mud Massacre Society. The residents never went out at night. When they heard the gunshots, they basically closed their eyes and pulled the curtains to pretend to be dead.

Of course, the innocent rich businessmen who were tricked in by following the "relationship" cannot be ruled out.

The task of Chiyoya Haori's organization is to seize information, and how many trash fish can be cut is a few trash fish, while the public security side hopes that she can save the rich and unlucky guy—of course, everything depends on her Identity not exposed is the primary goal.

She had obtained first-hand information a long time ago, and many members of the Mud Misery Society were even on the double lists of the organization and the police. She did not intend to show mercy to these scum who were punished enough for [-] executions.

At this time, only 1 minute had passed since Yamano Taichi was sniped. The chaotic scene could not be dealt with in such a short time.

Many people scrambled to leave the banquet hall, but were unable to leave because of the congestion in the parking lot, and even had internal strife.

But most of the people who run away are actually gangsters from the Mud Misery Society. Rich businessmen who have never seen anything in the world tend to huddle in a corner of the hall more abiding by the rules, like frightened quails.

If it were an ordinary undercover agent, it might be a bit difficult to classify these unlucky people with other members of the organization by her side, but for her, it was a free offer.

The killer who came from the night took out two guns with the same appearance from the left and right pockets of the windbreaker, and pulled the triggers alternately without hesitation.

"Boom!"

Two almost indistinguishable gunshots rang out one after another, making the scene even more chaotic. Two bodies fell down one after another, blood gushed out from under them, and soon a pool of bright red was formed on the ground.

The waiter at the door was almost kneeling on the ground, trembling with his head in his hands, begging frantically for mercy: "Don't kill me, I don't know anything, I'm just a migrant worker..."

The world is hard, and beating workers is the hardest.

Chiyoya Haori sighed in her heart, feeling very empathetic, she raised the anesthesia gun she disguised as Beretta without hesitation, pressed it against the back of his head, and pulled the trigger.

"Good night." The deep voice greeted slowly.

Sending him a dream is not necessarily a good one.

As the gunshots rang out, the waiter kept his head in the posture of squatting, and slowly lay down.

Chiyoya Zaori mourned silently in his heart for a second, and walked into the lobby for a second, who was estimated to be a white worker who had no wages and had to go to the hospital.

It is very simple to deal with the members of the Mud Miserable Society without a leader. Any member of the organization who can mix up the code name can do it.

Otherwise, Gin would not have given this task to Jiang Gu Ling and the others who were not even in their early years.

At this time, the people in the hall were already scattered, ordinary people in gorgeous costumes huddled in the corner and did not dare to make a sound, and the members of the Mud Society held weapons and aimed around in fear.

Then, in horror, they met the man who walked in leisurely and even nodded to them leisurely.

The slightly wider hem of the black windbreaker drew a sharp arc in the air with the action, the blood on the cuffs fell on the ground, and the fingers hidden under the leather gloves hooked the pistol slightly easily, and the pair of indifferent black eyes Looking at the eyes of people is no different from looking at the dead.

Such a bold action coupled with a dress that was almost a symbol immediately made the members of the Mud Miserable Society shudder.

"Black, black organization!"

I don't know who uttered a miserable scream: "Run!"

"Guess right, but no reward."

With a sigh, a chaos kicked off.

255.

Furutani Rei and Akai Hideichi almost used the highest speed they could move towards the destination, but the sniper rifles on their bodies and the tall buildings without elevators became obstacles to slow down their speed.

Even though the speed of the two was enough to win a medal in the Olympics, by the time they arrived, nearly 3 minutes had passed.

3 minutes, 180 seconds, what does it represent?

It represents that about [-] new lives were born and [-] lives withered all over the world.

This is an average and should not be artificially weighted.

The red in front of him was very eye-catching, and under the bright light in the hall, the blood was like flowing nectar, drawing traces on the ground.The strong blood energy couldn't be dissipated immediately even on a windy day, and it lingered around, making people feel short of breath just by smelling it.

The young boy in a neat waiter's uniform fell at the door with his head in his arms, pleading and bewildered on his face, his eyes had been closed, but there was no chance to open them again.

He must be short of money to be able to take risks as a waiter at the Mudanghui, right?

Perhaps it is self-reliance to earn tuition fees, or it may be that there are elderly people at home to take care of.

Jiang Gu Ling thought at first that tonight might be a bloody night, and the fiery muzzle in his hand should take away a lot of fresh lives—it's nothing, he's already prepared, and he will solve the muddy meeting These offal serve as stepping stones for advancement in the Black Organization.

But now, standing in a pool of blood, with the soles of his shoes in contact with the sticky blood, Jiang Gu Ling subconsciously felt a little nauseous.

Do those ordinary people who have nothing to do with the mud society still have a chance...

These thoughts went around in my mind, and it took only a second to put them into reality. The two put down the sniper rifle tacitly, took out the portable pistol and entered the room.

The inside of the hall was even more chaotic than the outside. There was obviously only one intruder, but in the face of absolute force suppression, the punks seemed to be frightened rats, and they had no choice but to scurry away.

Grammani stood in the center of the hall and became one of the few remaining standing people.

The splendid hall is the background, and the two pistols aiming at each life are dancing alternately in the air. The killer is like a musician who is intoxicated, bursting out fierce notes.

The last gunshot fell, and there was only a click sound when the trigger was pulled. The man put the other gun back into his pocket and began to change the magazine slowly.

A few guys took advantage of the emptiness and rushed out, but met the two people standing at the door.

"Gran..." Akai Shuichi frowned. He also held a gun in his hand. Seeing this scene, he subconsciously lifted up and forced him to stop.

As if hearing his almost inaudible voice, the man in front turned his head slightly and his eyes fell on him.

Akai Hideichi saw the blood stains on his pale and stiff face, obviously this mask was so ordinary, but after adding a touch of red, it became breathtaking, even with those perfunctory hooked lips, it became like a mask. It's a deadly ghost.

"Very good, come quickly."

Regardless of any emotional words, Grammani's tone turned into a calm one, as if he himself was a robot imitating human social interaction, but he couldn't imitate the emotions in it.

Jiang Gu Ling kicked away the members of the Mud Party who fell beside him, and said coldly: "Just these guys?"

"Of course more than that." Grammani said lightly, "But I've already solved it."

solved? !

Jiang Gu Ling focused his eyes on the chaotic scene, only to realize that the ones who are still struggling now are all the dregs of the Mud Party. wronged soul.

This is what he meant by "solved".

These ordinary people were just forced or tricked into the scene by the Mudang Society, and became the next wave of leeks to pay "protection fees", and had no conflict of interest with them at all.

And those people also know that it is useless to call the police when something happens, and they won't even call the police.

Why should it be necessary to ignore an existence that can be ignored directly as gravel?

"There's no need for these people to care, right?" Zhu Xing who was standing next to him said, "You seem to have put the cart before the horse."

Grammani twitched the corners of his mouth: "I don't want to leave any trouble behind."

Jiang Gu Ling wanted to speak at first, but in the next second, Zhu Xing nodded his head and said in agreement: "Indeed, so as not to see our appearance and cause trouble."

Grammani stared at him for a long time, and finally looked away: "You are very enlightened, and you are indeed the one who was brought in by Cinsault."

Zhu Xingda just smiled humbly, his olive green eyes swept over the two members of the Mud Party fighting in front of him, making them dare not breathe.

He said, "Thank you."

"What do you think of Cinsso?"

Standing in this chaos, it seems that the information is already a matter of certainty, but Grammani actually got a little off topic and started asking about irrelevant things.

When Jiang Guling heard the word "Sinsuo", he subconsciously turned his head to the side, and his attention was forcibly diverted.

Zhu Xing looked at the black-haired man with great determination, and said in a steady voice: "Don't dare to talk about seniors."

"It's very sensible." Grammani said in a vague way, "Then protect me well, don't let me find a chance..."

Zhu Xingda didn't speak, he just acted in an instant, and fired a shot at a mud gang member who was trying to escape through the window.

"boom!"

A crisp, as if silent answer.

Jiang Gu Ling's eyes lingered on Granny's false mask for a while, but finally he could only retract unwillingly.

Cinsault?This Zhu Xingda was actually brought in by Shensuo himself!

Grammani has a grudge against Cinsault?Why do you look like a threat...

And it seemed that he didn't know that Amuro Toru had accepted the mission related to Cinsuo at Gin Wine.

So can it be concluded that the relationship between Gin and Gran Mani is not close, or that Gin actually does not want Gran Mani to intervene in Cinsso's affairs?

Thinking of the mission with the word "protection" in it, and the face that was [-]% similar to Chiyoya Toru, Fuguya Rei felt that he had to investigate this matter.

The blond youth took a deep breath, and slowly exhaled the bloody smell.

"Let's go next..." Before he could finish his sentence, he saw some movement in the corner. A woman in a long skirt seemed to wake up after being stunned at the beginning, and she got up and ran away.

After hesitating for a moment, Zhu Xingda aimed his gun at the moving figure.

The second half of Fugu Ling's words got stuck in his throat, and he couldn't get it out for a long time. The original reason was completely crushed by the two of them in the conversation just now. At this moment, it seemed that as long as he opened his mouth to object, it had a special meaning.

But the one who was faster than Zhu Xingda was Gran Mani. The other party just raised his hand, and he was so tired of aiming. Instead of taking the reloaded Beretta, he pulled out the Beretta in his pocket. That handle.

After the clear gunshot, the shell case fell to the ground together with the figure not far away.

Zhu Xingda slowly put down his gun, and took a deep look at Granny.

Although he was mentally prepared, when Jiang Gu Ling saw the red rising and falling, he still couldn't control his movements, and the hand on the side couldn't help but grasp the corner of the clothes deeply.

This is an official member of the Black Organization.

For them, the most perfect action is to kill all witnesses, then naturally there will be no trouble traveling, once and for all.

But he wasn't, Jiang Gu Ling's blood was still hot, scorching hot, surging in the blood vessels, flowing through the whole body with the heartbeat.

But he had to be, Toto Amuro's blood had no temperature, like a temperature-changing animal, dormant in this tissue.

This last trace of mercy should also be discarded.

It doesn't matter whether those people should die or not.

but……

"Mr. Zhu Xing, go out and search for any fish that slipped through the net. Mr. Amuro, go upstairs to find information."

After Grand Mani arranged the task casually, he stood there and watched the two move.

He seemed completely unaffected by the episode just now, and even started to lower his head and play with the gun in his hand.

Jiang Gu Ling didn't answer, and quickly turned around and ran upstairs. After turning away from the two of them, those purple-gray eyes finally couldn't suppress the flames of hatred.

Grammani, gin... these executioners, they should all go to hell!

This organization, he will completely uproot it even if he sacrifices everything!

……

Akai Hideo glanced at the back of the blond young man who had almost disappeared, turned the gun in his hand, and said "OK" softly, thinking as he walked out.

Sure enough, this guy named Toru Amuro couldn't hold back his thoughts about merit for a long time, and rushed so fast.

But so what, now it seems that Grammani is most satisfied with what he said.

Otherwise, why would you entrust him with the task of visible merit?

Akai Hideichi felt that he had completely grasped the psychology of the people in the black organization, and he immediately became more confident in his steps.

He doesn't care about the sacrifices on the road, as long as the ending goes in the direction he wants to see, that's enough.

……

Chiyoya Saori was the only one left in the hall again, she pulled off her gloves, and quickly wiped off her sweat while maintaining her superficially elegant movements.

Shooting quickly is not a game, and the recoil makes her arm very sore now.

She walked up to the lucky lady who was being watched by the three members of the organization, and seeing her snoring in a low voice, she couldn't help twitching the corners of her mouth, and sent people in with the upper of her shoe, so as not to face the gate It's cold.

[You can't do this, qualified villains should kick more fiercely. 】The Q version customer service groaned, 【Just like you just shot, domineering and decisive--by the way, I thought you wouldn't do it in front of Jiang Guling. 】

When Chiyotani Haori mentioned this, her expression instantly turned speechless. She broke down and said: [Who knew that FBI guy was so good!]

[If I don't do anything again, this person will die!Is he a bandit!]

The Q version customer service's melon-eating expression paused for a moment, and said deeply: [FBI, openyourdoor! 】

Chiyoya Saori: "?"