Chapter 620 Gin: Collect the Body for You (More for Hua Ai)

Gin was right, their mission today was indeed to kill people.

As a transnational criminal group, the organization's business scope is extremely wide, and of course it is also involved in lucrative industries such as counterfeit banknotes.

Making counterfeit banknotes requires an extremely high level of technology and industry. The first is the watermark, which can be made by three sheets of paper stacked together. In addition, the paper used in banknotes is called acid-free paper, which is controlled by the state and is basically unavailable for purchase through ordinary channels. The same goes for the gravure printing machines and color-changing inks used to print banknotes. But these are not difficult for organizations. If you can't buy it from regular channels, then grab it. Isn't it delicious?

So the most important thing is the pattern on the banknotes. Moiré patterns can be seen on real coins, which means that waves can be seen when observed from different angles. This requires the copyist to grasp the thickness of the lines to the extreme.

I don’t know where the organization found such a skilled painter. The U.S. bills he copied cannot be distinguished from fake even if they are taken to a bank for identification. The organization made a lot of money as a result.

However, it didn’t take long for the painter to finally decide to flee the organization because he couldn’t stand the high-pressure working environment within the organization and his boss’ life-threatening threats from time to time with a gun pointed at his head.

He should just run away. For a peripheral member like him who doesn't have many secrets, the organization might just issue a symbolic fatwa. But he happened to run away with the template for printing money.

Sorry, you have blocked the organization's financial path and violated the organization. Gin will not be able to stop without killing you.

Together with the gin and wine, Mescal seems to be very idle recently, so it would be too cheap not to bring him over to be a strong man. So he sent an email to the gentleman, sincerely inviting Mescal to perform the mission together.

Mescal is not a mystic like Bourbon. As a member of the action team, he has no reason to refuse. Even though killing someone was such a disgusting thing, Nobuhiro had no choice but to do it.

Because the counterfeit money matter involves a wide range, the higher-ups care about this task very much. Just to ensure that the task can be completed smoothly, Gin removed three of the peripheral members. Coupled with the solid sniper combination of Chianti and Cohen, the lineup was as powerful as the one that chased and intercepted Shirley.

Gin drove the car outside the apartment building where the target rented.

"Chianti is controlling the vision in the tall building next to it. You can just go in." Gin said coldly, "Quickly solve it!"

Nobuhiro had already opened the car door and was about to get out of the car, but when he heard Gin's instructions, he looked back: "So anxious? You have an appointment with Belmod tonight?"

Gin's face suddenly darkened: "It's not impossible if you want to drag it to the police. Then I will remember to find someone to help you collect the body."

"Don't be so scary. The police won't kill me indiscriminately."

Nobushige patted Gin's shoulder, and the next moment his wrist was firmly grasped by a violent and cold-blooded killer. Then a cold pistol was pressed against his temple. Gin's finger had even pressed the trigger a little, and the bullet might come out at any time.

"I'm not talking about the police." Gin said fiercely, "If you are caught by the police, I will kill you on behalf of the organization!"

Gin's murderous aura rushed towards him, but when he encountered Nobuhiro, it was like mist in the morning that dispersed in the wind.

Nobuhiro naturally ignored someone's threat, and just stretched out his hand to remove the black muzzle of the gun, and said: "This thing is very dangerous. If I accidentally die in the line of duty, you have to explain it to that gentleman and Rum."

"You don't have to worry about it." Although Gin said that, he still put away the pistol obediently.

Nobuhiro successfully left the Porsche. He adjusted his clothes and hairstyle, looked in the rearview mirror to make sure there were no problems with his disguise, and then walked towards the apartment building where his target lived with happy and relaxed steps.

These members are doing hard work. The organization knows how to employ people and will never deduct employees' wages. Therefore, in the previous experience of working with the organization, the target also earned a lot of remuneration.

The apartment he rented during his escape was considered to be in very good condition in this area. The management of the building was very strict and no one was allowed to enter without a key card.

Next to the gate is the security office. Two security guards in crisp uniforms stand there with eyes like eagles, always paying attention to the passage in front of them.

In this case, it is a bit difficult to enter from the main entrance. A normal killer's approach would be to sneak in through the rear garbage opening or ventilation hood. But Nobuhiro was different. He hated sneaky behavior, which would give him the "illusion" that he had done nothing good.

Nobuhiro stood casually under the shade of a tree on the roadside, playing the pixel game "Dream Rescue" on his mobile phone that he had not logged in for a long time. He looked so natural that almost no passers-by would give him a second glance.

A few minutes later, a young mother with her child appeared across the street. She was only about 20 years old. She was holding a plastic bag from the supermarket in one hand and holding a little girl of five or six years old in the other.

Seeing them, Nobuhiro naturally put away his mobile phone. When the green light turned on, he walked over to the mother and daughter.

"Are you Mrs. Yamada?" Nobushige greeted her familiarly.

The young mother was stunned: "No, you recognized the wrong person, right? My surname is Takeshita."

Because Nobushige did not stop while he was speaking, under his influence, the mother and daughter did not realize that the three of them were still walking towards the apartment without slowing down.

"Well, I'm Sato's friend. He asked me to come over and find Mrs. Yamada. Do you know where she lives?"

"Well, what about Yamada..." As they spoke, they had already reached the door of the apartment. The young mother took out the access card very naturally and opened the door. "I'm not sure if there is a neighbor named Yamada, but there is a Morita. .”

"Morita?"

Seeing that they were chatting well, the security guard at the security office thought he was a friend of the apartment resident, so he didn't stop him. In this way, Nobushige successfully sneaked into the apartment.

In front of the elevator, Nobushige said goodbye to the mother and daughter. He watched the elevator car stop at the seventh floor, and he turned around and walked upstairs along the safety passage.

The target lives on the third floor, and Nobuhiro believes in safe passages more than elevators.

Room 309——

"Bang bang bang" Xinfan knocked on the door.

"Who is it?" someone in the room asked.

Nobushige slightly increased the volume: "I am Takeshita on the seventh floor. Uchiko made some cookies and asked me to give them to the neighbors."

"right away!"

Listening to the "ta-da-da-da" footsteps inside, Nobuhiro showed a confident smile.