Chapter 449: Don’t Be Too Gin-Juicy

Shinshiba basked in the warm sunshine and happily ate a whole bento with red wine.

Then he planned to work for a while for a token amount of time before catching up on his sleep, otherwise it would be very dangerous if Rum caught up with him and paddled too much.

However, before he could turn on his computer and assign investigation tasks to his peripheral members, there was a sudden knock on the door from the entrance.

Who will come over at this time?

Nobushige originally thought it was delivery service, but after listening for a while, he realized something was wrong. This method of knocking on the door seems to be a unique secret code within the organization. Because it is rarely used, even he can't remember it clearly.

He subconsciously looked around to make sure there was nothing in the house that could not be seen by members of the organization, and then stood up to open the door.

An unexpected person stood outside the door.

Well, two.

Maybe it should be counted as one and a half.

"Mescal, why are you still in a daze? Why don't you help your brother in quickly?!" Vodka urged anxiously.

I saw that the once all-powerful white-haired demon man was weakly leaning on Vodka's strong body. His face was extremely pale, without any blood at all.

Although Gin liked to wear black clothes and could not show any color, the smell of blood still told Nobushige that Gin was injured and it was serious.

So why did these two guys suddenly appear at his door in broad daylight? ?

He estimated the possibility of killing Gin here without being held accountable by the organization, and finally was forced to compromise with the evil forces due to the unclear situation.

Nobuhiro stretched out his hand to help Gin, and said caring words: "Who is so good that he can let you get hurt? I have to worship him."

Gin waved away Nobuhiro's arm and said with a look of disgust on his face: "Do you have a medical kit? Let me treat the wound."

"You don't have the attitude of asking for help."

Nobushige's accusations were tacitly ignored by the two men. Vodka helped his eldest brother walk into Xinfan's clean and tidy apartment, which even exuded a faint fragrance of flowers and plants. The smell of blood immediately permeated every corner of the apartment.

Nobuhiro was full of opinions on this. Especially when Gin released his hand covering the wound and let drops of blood explode on the ground, he couldn't help but said: "My carpet is very expensive, will you pay for it?"

The financial fan Ginjiu did not answer directly, but reminded him: "The sniper is on the other side."

Nobuhiro turned around and looked out the floor-to-ceiling glass window. There were very few buildings over there, so he almost instantly found the reflective spot of the scope with his sniper's intuition.

He immediately gritted his teeth and said: "You can't be too drunk. Snipers are targeting your head, and you still run towards me?!"

Gin didn't say anything, but Vodka couldn't help but defend his eldest brother: "If you hadn't answered the phone, eldest brother and I wouldn't have been arrested by the FBI. Even in such an emergency, eldest brother didn't forget to let me investigate you. About being kidnapped. You are fine now, but my eldest brother was so seriously injured!"

A numb shudder instantly hit Nobuhiro's two hundred and six bones. Inexplicably, he felt that Vodka's words were a bit sad, as if Gin was a little white flower and he was a scumbag.

Gin obviously realized it, his originally pale face suddenly turned dark, and he scolded in a low voice: "What nonsense are you talking about?!"

Vodka was confused and aggrieved: "Isn't what I said the truth?"

Gin and wine are silent.

The truth is the truth, but something is wrong when it comes out of Vodka's mouth.

This strong man felt that he was really weak, pitiful and helpless at this moment. He found that his brain was really not working well enough. He usually didn't feel like following his eldest brother, but whenever there were other people around his eldest brother, he seemed to be isolated from the big brother's world.

Vodka had no choice but to get up silently and walk to the window.

"Stop!" Nobuman suddenly shouted at him, "What are you going to do?"

Vodka's movements stopped abruptly, and he looked back at Mescal blankly: "I want to close the curtains. It would be bad if a sniper takes aim at Big Brother."

"You're not allowed to go, you come back." Nobufan held his head against a headache, and because Vodka was Gin's most respected subordinate after all, he still explained, "If you pull the curtains at this time, you are telling the FBI that you are hiding in my house."

"Are you still thinking about this at this time? If you don't close the curtains, are you waiting for your eldest brother to be killed by a sniper?" Vodka asked back.

Xinfan pondered for a moment, and what Vodka said seemed to make sense.

So he quickly stood up and ordered: "Vodka, you hold Gin and come with me."

Vodka immediately helped his eldest brother obediently and followed behind Mescal.

Gin awkwardly tried to break free from his younger brother's support, but due to excessive blood loss, he was unable to break free.

"...I'm not that fragile! Even if the FBI sniper is on the other side, he can't kill me!" Gin could only say with a black line on his face.

"Brother, please stop holding on." Vodka sympathized. "You have injuries on your arms and shoulders. It would be better to find a safe and comfortable place to bandage them as soon as possible than...??"

His eyes widened, staring at the room in front of him in disbelief.

Nobushige pushed Gin and the two in: "There is water, seats, and an exhaust fan here. It is very suitable for dressing Gin's wounds."

Gin's face had not turned white since he entered the door, but now it was darker. He sneered: "What do you mean, Mescal? How long do you want me to stay in the bathroom?"

This so-called "safe and comfortable" room turned out to be a toilet! Gin swore that he had never met a guy in his life who dared to step on his face and trample on his self-esteem like Mescal!

"Wait until the FBI snipers give up."

With that said, Nobushige closed the door with a bang and turned around to find a medical kit for him.

Vodka was left alone to bear Gin's wrath.

However, no matter how angry Gin was, he had to admit that the bathroom was a safer place than other rooms. Because this is the only windowless room in the entire apartment, snipers can't do anything to target him.

Due to the special nature of his work, Shinfan's apartment lacked everything except gauze and alcohol. He quickly walked in with a medical kit.

Nobushige cut Gin's clothes open with scissors. The wound on the shoulder was brand new and still bleeding, but the wound on the arm was already tightly stuck to the cloth. When he was tearing it apart, it hurt just to look at it, but Gin didn't even frown.

"Who is the sniper on the other side, Shuichi Akai?" Nobushige asked while disinfecting with alcohol.

The irritation of alcohol on the wound was unbearable. Gin silently felt the pain of the wound and calmly replied: "No."

Nobuhiro understood: "Is it the sniper from last time again?"