After escorting his concubine Yingli back, Kuroki Ren turned around, his expression completely gloomy. He turned his back and left Fei Yingli's residence, turned to a dark alley, avoided surveillance cameras along the alley, walked to the street just now, and walked straight forward along the path.
Sure enough he is still here.
Kuroki Ren was not surprised at all when he saw the figure squatting against the wall. It would be surprising if he escaped.
He stepped forward and grabbed the man's face, pulled him back, and a mask was torn off his face.
Grasping his facial features, Kuroki Ren didn't feel any discomfort at all, but just stared at the person in front of him with a serious look.
"Where did you get my mask?"
"Hehehe...cough..." The unmasked man didn't panic, and smiled in a deep and sinister voice. He was so excited that he almost choked on his saliva and coughed twice.
"Potter, don't you know very well in your heart that there is no one else in the organization who can produce such an exquisite mask?"
"Pisk," Kuroki Jin crumpled the mask into a ball and held it in his hand, "Don't challenge my patience. Who gave you the mask? Tell me!"
The young man opened his mouth wildly and revealed a big smile. He cast his scorching eyes on Kuroki Ren, especially the face that was about to freeze.
"Yes, yes, this is the expression we should have. I felt sick when I saw that stupid smile you had before. Who are you pretending to..."
"Pfft-cough cough cough cough!" Pisk clutched his stomach and slowly collapsed to the ground.
Kuroki Ren retracted his fist, his expression condensed. "I'll ask you again, who gave the things."
For the first time in a long time, Pisk felt murderous intent from the man in front of him.
Kuroki Jin would not know how jealous and resentful Pisk was towards him.
The meeting in the candy house was not their first meeting.
Pisk, like Kuroki Jin, came from the organization's training base, and they even came from the same training base.
It’s just that the names of losers will not be remembered by those who succeed.
In a training base with dozens or hundreds of people, only a few people graduated in the end, and the rest were declared dead. This was to increase the sense of crisis for those who survived.
In fact, no, at least Pisk knew that as a loser, he said he died, but in fact, his identity was washed and sent elsewhere.
Pisk didn't believe that there was only one person like him. The organization had been organized for so many years, so many training camps, and so many people had failed. If they were all hidden, even if only half of them were hidden, it would be a huge problem for the organization. number.
And the person hiding them was none other than the mysterious mind of the organization, the gentleman himself.
And their mission is to hide in various places with the regret of their failure and the resentment of watching their former classmates flourish, waiting for one order after another from above.
The contents of the orders are all kinds of strange, but the central theme is related to a certain system currently being implemented by the organization.
Over the past few years, Pisk has slowly concluded a rule - most of the orders they resisted were not orders given by the gentleman from his heart.
Pisk understood that an organization is an organization and that gentleman is that gentleman. After all, the people in the organization do not mean they are loyal to that gentleman.
And the meaning of their existence is to block the flow of the organization for that gentleman, so that the man on the throne can live forever.
There's nothing wrong with that.
People who come from the training base have always been very loyal to the organization. They have been brainwashed since they were very young. No matter how outrageous the ideas are, they will be recognized by the brainwashed people under this indoctrination. As long as these people do not die, Most likely he will sit at the top of the organization.
This is how the organization develops bit by bit. These people maintain their absolute loyalty and belief in the organization and have been working hard to promote the development of the organization.
It's just a pity that they may be selfless, but there are too many selfish people.
What that adult wants is not such an organization at all.
The organization is the chessboard, the adult is the black chess, and the others are the white chess... This is a siege in which only one color stands at the end.
Piske looked up at Kuroki Jin. It was this face. He looked harmless to both humans and animals and could bully anyone, but he deceived them and showed his ferocious fangs at the critical moment.
It's like this now...
"If I say it, will you believe it?" Pisk seemed weak, covering his stomach with one hand and putting the other hand on his side, "You already have the answer in your heart, don't you? Why bother insisting on me... …”
Before he could finish speaking, a dagger was stuck on the side of his neck.
Feeling the slight sting and the viscous liquid flowing out, Pisk stopped what he was saying, but the mocking smile at the corner of his mouth grew deeper.
Kuroki Ren leaned down in front of his face, his eyes were calm, and he said calmly:
"The organization is hidden in darkness. Na Fei Yingli is a famous lawyer. If you show off to her and attract attention, it will bring risks to the organization."
The dagger came sideways and pressed against the collarbone under Pisk's neck, pressing down slightly.
"Next time, the Supervision Department will look for you."
With his hand raised and the knife dropped, Pisk's clothes were scratched open by the sharp dagger, and a trace of blood slowly appeared, then dyed his entire chest red.
Kuroki Ren left, and Pisk gently touched the wound with one hand. His expression was slightly distorted the moment he touched it, obviously in pain.
"Hidden in the darkness?" He murmured, "It's just because people like you exist in the organization that the world still doesn't know our style until today."
"Sir is the greatest king. He must rule the world and be respected by thousands of people, instead of staying in a small room and being like a shadow."
"Potter, both you and Gin must die."
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"Where is Belmod?"
In the bar that was too quiet even though it was late at night, Kuroki Jin stood not far from the table with a sinister look on his face.
There were two people sitting at the table, both sturdy men wearing black coats and top hats.
"Potter..." Vodka was very surprised to see Kuroki Ren, "Why are you here?" He subconsciously looked at his elder brother, only glanced at him and then looked away.
The evil spirit on the elder brother's body...seems to be a bit stronger...
How could he reasonably run away?
Gin slowly exhaled a puff of smoke and said grimly: "Her whereabouts are not something you can find out."
"She is imprisoned? Under guard? Can't she contact you? She..."
"Okay!" Gin interrupted him and waved his hand impatiently, "If you have nothing to do, leave here and don't ask about things that have nothing to do with you."
Kuroki Jin clenched his fist, threw the human skin mask on the table in front of Gin, and said angrily: "It has nothing to do with me?! Why didn't she say it had nothing to do with me when she gave the mask to Pisk? Do you know How much effort will I have to make to smooth out the impact of this incident?"
Gin was so noisy by him that his brain hurt. He wanted to raise his hand and shoot him to shut him up, but he was also afraid that he might really be beaten to death in his current state.
At this moment, a familiar voice came from outside the door.
"Xiao Ren, stop making trouble."
? ?Yesterday I hesitated whether to write this part like this but didn’t post it. Today I will add a chapter while I still have the manuscript.
? In addition, I was caught working overtime in the middle of the night and will have to take a nucleic acid test at 7 o'clock tomorrow morning. I'm super unhappy now~
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