Conan: After teaching the protagonist, they offered their loyalty.

Chapter 132 Forget it, let them kill us.

After Gin finished speaking, he frowned slightly and pondered for a moment.

Thinking back to Vermouth borrowing Cointreau...

As a model worker, he naturally took the task seriously, but at that time, Vermouth was really too annoying.

She spouted all sorts of foreign nonsense and even got Jundu to follow her around... In the end, he just ignored her completely.

'In a few days... I'll make a deal with Representative Tunkou...'

Gin recalled what happened that day... his pupils slowly lost focus.

The politician who swallowed his mouth...that somewhat annoying politician.

If it weren't for providing the organization with an important deal, Gin would have already pulled out a Beretta and shot him dead...

Wait, Cointreau?!

Gin's dark green eyes instantly sharpened, his pupils widened, and he took out his phone, fiddling with it as if preparing to make a call.

“Brother, stop fighting…” Vodka’s lips drooped slightly, and he looked rather unwell. “I just messaged Vermouth. Coindus killed Senator Tunkou… and now he has all the other politicians at the banquet under control.”

Upon hearing this, Gin took a deep breath, his fair and delicate face contorting slightly.

He wanted to be angry, but he wanted to be aloof... what a load of rubbish!

He's really going to explode in front of Cointreau.

"Now, go there right now." Gin lit a cigarette, took a deep drag, and the tobacco instantly burned to the middle.

"Okay, okay, big brother..." Vodka's pupils widened slightly behind his sunglasses. He hadn't seen his brother like this since Sherry went missing. It seemed his brother was really angry.

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“Although we’ve taken these councilors under control, but…” Vermouth lit a cigarette, took a drag, and exhaled, “Councilor Tunkou’s death is a fact…”

After saying this, he glanced at the crowd kneeling on the ground beside him, trembling with fear.

“You’re spouting nonsense.” Voxelson glanced at Vermouth.

Vermouth: "......."

"Ahem..." A bespectacled servant swallowed hard after witnessing the scene, raised his hand weakly, and said, "My lord Scarface, I think Miss Wenyard didn't mean that."

"What's that?" Fuheishen extinguished his cigarette and gently tapped the armrest of the sofa with his other hand.

"Member Tonguchi is a prominent right-wing politician in Japan." The servant, feeling intense pressure from the man's gaze, swallowed hard again. "If he dies, the other high-ranking officials probably won't stand idly by..."

“Even if we blow this place up and claim it was a gas explosion, we’ll still be suspected of surviving…” the servant said.

Vermouth nodded slightly and continued to explain, "More importantly, those people know about us."

Oh no...

The door was then opened.

Everyone looked back.

A silver-haired man walked in with a cold expression.

His movements weren't violent, but they were enough to draw attention, as if... he wanted people to notice he was angry?

The man behind him, wearing sunglasses, seemed somewhat timid, but upon seeing so many people staring at him, his sunglasses immediately flashed with an unbearable light.

"Why are you here?" Fuheshel glanced at Gin.

"What do you think..." Gin's voice was chillingly cold, "Why did you kill Senator Tonguchi?"

Fuheshul tilted his head in confusion, as if asking, 'Didn't I tell you about my beliefs?'

Gin watched as the other person tilted their head... took a deep breath, but ultimately didn't explode, "Fine, if you killed them, you killed them."

Anyway, he had long disliked that senator.

Although it's a bit troublesome... Gin can still handle it.

Of course... he meant dealing with people.

Fortunately, Vladimir did not kill all of these politicians...

There were also organized spies among the high-ranking Japanese officials, people he had planted years ago.

The original plan was to gradually advance through the organization's efforts, deal with competitors, and then get promoted.

But Fuhesh'er's move allowed his opponent to jump several levels...

As someone familiar with all sorts of underhanded dealings, Gin said there shouldn't be any major problems.

However, there is a chance of failure. If it fails, the Japanese high command will face a major purge, and the spies they have painstakingly planted and cultivated will disappear.

Looks like I won't be able to sleep tonight either.

A hint of weariness flashed in Gin's eyes.

"You look tired? And a little angry?" Fuheshen stood up, walked to Gin's side, and leaned close to his face. "What's wrong? Are you unhappy with what I did?"

Feeling the indifferent breath on his ear, Gin's eye twitched; he wanted to say something...

But after thinking about the contents of the report, he fell silent...

"Heh... Are you blindly trusting your own judgment again?" Fuheshen sneered and continued, "I said I would handle it."

“Yeah, bro… I think Cointreau is good enough,” Vodka said. “Don’t be angry, bro. If you get sick from getting angry, who will complete the mission?”

"Shut up, Vodka." Gin glared at him coldly, then looked at Fukushiro. "Are you talking about challenging society when you say 'solution'?"

“Challenging this society… doesn’t seem too difficult.” Fuheshen smiled, his scars appearing somewhat menacing. “However, it shouldn’t be, after all… I’m very kind.”

Gin: "......."

He had never seen such a shameless person with no sense of boundaries.

"If you can't do it, then don't do it!" Gin said through gritted teeth before leaving with Vodka.

Although it seems a bit illogical... Gin really had a feeling that if he didn't say anything, Fushiguro Jinji might actually go and challenge society.

It won't just be counter-terrorism forces that will be deployed then...

Japan's Self-Defense Forces, as well as various precision and heavy weapons, will be used.

As a Witcher, do you really think you can stand up to these weapons?

An individual's power is insignificant in the face of society.

Is it that he has blind confidence in his own body, or is he a lawless mental patient?

Once outside, Gin lit a cigarette.

He now realized that Fuhesh was the one who blindly believed in his own judgment... but he wasn't cute at all.

He got into the Porsche and began to devise a plan to assassinate a key member of the right wing.

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