Chapter 27

Batman first created a file for this name, but suddenly felt that the person in front of him disappeared.

No, it didn't disappear, but because the speed was too fast, it caused a teleportation effect.

He immediately turned back to chase him, but when he couldn't see the other party, it was almost inevitable for him to run away.

I should bring the infrared detector next time.

Batman thought calmly.

He looked back at the clown's shattered head on the ground and left without saying a word.

BR increased his speed very quickly, and soon arrived at the building of the black organization, jumped to the top floor, and showed his body.

People in Yuna's warehouse can be dropped to a certain distance from themselves, but the farther they are dropped, the more consumption will occur, which can easily lead to the puppet's body collapsing midway or the mental link being disconnected.

"Is the matter done?"

Although Gin asked her, he knew that if she came back like this, she must have killed the clown. Although the clown is not weak in fighting, if he encounters people like them, he really has no chance of winning with force alone.

Especially Yuna's approach is always reassuring.

"Yes." The black energy and dark lines on the girl's body have disappeared, and she has turned into an innocent little girl again.

"I fabricated a new identity." Yuna explained to him: "Batman couldn't see me at that time." "

From now on, this body will be the leader of the black organization."

Gin raised his eyebrows and waited for her Next sentence.

"I have other plans for Dita's wine name."

Gin said "hmm" and continued to deal with some documents at hand. Halfway through, he remembered that the person in front of him was the real leader. Why would he do such an inconvenient thing for her? It should be his job.

So he handed the document to Yuna.

Yuna killed the clown and was repeatedly suppressed by the "spiritual cage". Her mood and spirit became more stable. When she saw this scene, she was stunned: "...what are you doing." No,

Gin, you can't bear to make someone look five Do older girls handle documents?

Gin is really patient.

He was a cadre who was out in the field and on assignment, and was forced to work part-time as a civilian here. He was already working very hard.

"..."

is called the boss of the black organization. He returns to the organization on his first day and handles official documents.

"By the way," the little girl reminded him, "Although I usually call him 'chief', I can't have a name."

"Let's call him Q."

Gin raised his eyes to meet her. Steel blue and green intertwined, and he already understood what she wanted to express.

The Queen of Gotham.

The silver-haired man laughed.

At this time, he finally felt clearly that the would-be heir Yuna was back.

"Let's go," he quickly stopped his rare smile that was not mixed with coldness, stood up and said, "let the people below know their real leader."

Go.

Gin Jiu dropped half a step behind her and followed her calmly.

The world outside the door slowly opened to her.

People dressed in various costumes were walking back and forth, but it didn't make people feel chaotic. Instead, it was very orderly. And when they see or pass by Q and Gin, they will stand and bow their heads respectfully, and then continue to do their thing.

"Stop."

However, this time, Gin called them.

The man who was stopped by him had his back tensed, turned around and said with some fear: "Gin."

Gin's eyebrows were cold, and the corners of his lips were raised with a coolness. He looked at Q and said with the same expression as usual. A respectful voice could be heard saying: "Boss."

Then he said to the man: "This is the leader."

The man was stunned and looked at the girl who was only five or six years old in disbelief.

Q timidly hid behind Gin: "I don't like the feeling he gave me."

Gin's face immediately turned cold, and the gaze cast by his dark green eyes was like a sword condensed, and he quickly turned towards the man. Stab it.

The man's face was stiff. After years of struggling in crises, he had already formed a certain intuition: "Gin, you..."

However, before he could finish speaking, Gin took out his penis and pressed it on him. Before his eyes even widened, he pulled the trigger and shot him between the eyebrows.

"Bang!"

The man fell over with a blank expression before he realized what happened.

When this change occurred, everyone around them looked over with surprise and uncertainty. However, it was obvious that this was not the first time that this happened. Because of their professional relationship and their strong psychological quality, they quickly calmly left the sight.

Before leaving, they respectfully shouted to the girl who made Gin kill someone with just one word: "Boss."

But the girl blinked her big black and white eyes in confusion and looked to her side for help. The adult: "Why, why do you want to kill people? Why do they call me boss?"

Gin: "... Are you fucking addicted to acting?"

However, he still cooperated: "He is a traitor, An undercover agent planted by another organization."

Q's words just now were telling him that that person was not clean.

If it was an undercover agent deployed by the police, Q might turn a blind eye, but she wouldn't be so kind to a guy like him who was also dressed in black.

"He's an undercover agent. No wonder I think he makes me uncomfortable."

-->>

Q smiled: "This is the building of the black organization, right? Is he actually on the top floor?"

Gin frowned: "Human There are so many, I can't investigate them one by one."

"I know. Gin is already working very hard, rub Gin~"

Q blinked his big eyes and stretched out his hand.

Gin didn't know what was wrong with her, but when he brought her out for the first time, he wanted to establish her authority as the leader in front of the team members. He could only lean down with a dark face and wait for her to rub her on a whim.

As a result, the other party hugged his waist: "Gin——"

Ginjiu: "..."

Ginjiu, because he was too busy, had basically no relationship with women except killing some female leaders or playing Tai Chi with others. What communication.

The mountain of official documents completely cut off all his thoughts of relaxation.

But even so, he had no interest in his partner, whom he had not seen for nine years, and who was still a five-year-old kid. His veins were pulsing, and he almost took out his vagina and pressed it directly against the opponent's head.

He was not blind and could see the organization members next to him pause for a moment before walking away even faster.

He has no idea about his reputation, but he doesn't want to be accused of being a pedophile casually!

As a result, instead of restraining herself, this girl even looked at him pitifully, which was even more misleading: "Gin, why are you looking like this?"

Gin made a move.

...She didn't seem to mean it.

He originally thought she was teasing him.

Gin squinted his eyes and carefully observed Q's expression, and found that she seemed to really think so.

The extremely suspicious cadre immediately put aside all other thoughts in his mind. He also stopped trying to establish her prestige to show that he supported her and let the organization members know her. Instead, he returned directly to his territory at the top.

"What's going on with you?"

Gin asked coldly after closing the door: "You couldn't have been hit so hard that you were brain-dead, right?"

After saying that, he remembered that when the stone slab was smashed down, he originally wanted to smash it down. Yuna pushed him out, but in the end it was Yuna who saved him.

He couldn't help but recall his old days in the organization again.

Yuna was suddenly brought into the organization one afternoon.

The girl with black hair and blue eyes was brought to the training room by "that gentleman", and there was a horrible scar on her neck.

Gin could almost tell at a glance that the scar was caused by someone using a sharp weapon, such as an ax, to cut it directly.

So he's not dead yet?

"The gentleman" explained: "When I saw her, she was dying from the wound on her neck, but she still survived, which surprised me. So I cured her and brought her back." ."

"She will be called Dita from now on."

"That gentleman" looked at Dita with a smile: "Did you see that row of guns?"

The girl with black hair and blue eyes had dim eyes, and her sight started from the row of guns. .Sweep over the support.

Only four years old, she was thin and small, and some of the guns there were even taller than her.

"Let me see what you are capable of, Dita. Let me see if you are worthy of this name."

Let me see if you are worthy of surviving.

Dita is like a puppet being manipulated and pulled by silk threads. Even when she walks and moves, there is no trace of life, like a machine that has been carefully cultivated by someone. She quickly came to the row of guns and expressionlessly picked up a man who was even half her height.

There was low laughter all around.

They were all cadre-level figures, highly trusted by the gentleman, and knew that it was okay to laugh at her at this time. Because once she is not satisfied with that gentleman, she will die here immediately.

Gin later learned that after "that gentleman" cured her, her first reaction when she opened her eyes again was to pick up the penis on the table and face the person in front of her without hesitation. A shot was fired.

Although she didn't hit a vital point, she was still seriously injured and had just woken up - not to mention, she was only 4 years old.

This talent and fierce and decisive character aroused the leader's interest.

So he brought her to the training ground himself.

He told Dita that he saved her and she saved her life, but injured his men. If she couldn't prove her ability, she would have to pay for it with her life.

The girl struggled to level the gun.

She took aim and fired the first shot.

"Bang!"

The bullet grazed the edge of the target.

There was a sound of gloating in the training room.

Although Gin was not like them, he still stood aside with his eyes downcast, showing no intention of going up to save her.

"You only have three chances, Dita,"

the leader said with a smile.

Dita seemed not to hear, her eyes were as calm as ever, and she fired the second shot.

"Bang!"

The shot hit the target, but it was far away from the target.

"You have one last time left, Dita."

The girl's hands were already shaking due to the impact of the huge recoil, and she was obviously injured, but she continued as if she didn't know anything.

Footsteps suddenly sounded.

She didn't want to pay attention to him at first, but out of the corner of her eye she caught sight of a delicate-looking blond boy walking over.