Chapter 392 Our Reporter Mizunashi Reina

"Are you willing to change places? Isn't it finally a sewer this time?"

Accompanied by the sound of footsteps, Shimizu Koji pushed the door open and walked in.

The voice was heard before he arrived, which made Gin, who was already not very happy, even more gloomy.

"Huh? They are all here, and there is a newcomer."

Shimizu Koji glanced at the young woman by the window, but didn't care much, and then cast his eyes on Vermouth on the sofa.

As for Gin, he completely ignored her.

"Good evening~, Sarco."

Vermouth smiled slightly and raised his glass to greet her. Shimizu Koji also nodded and greeted others casually with a familiar gesture, and then went directly to the sofa.

And his actions also attracted the attention and thoughts of most people present.

Although there is no level difference as long as you are a code member in the organization, there is still a certain underlying rule of level division. For example, Gin, who is deeply trusted by the boss and is mainly responsible for organizing violent actions, is undoubtedly the real big brother in many cases.

Vermouth was also highly valued by the boss. Although she was very mysterious, her status was basically the same as Gin's.

So, in a large office, there were only two of them sitting on a sofa that could accommodate eight people.

Cohen adjusted his night vision goggles and wanted to remind them, but he was dull, and Chianti next to him looked like he was enjoying the show. Seeing that he was going to remind them, he grabbed him.

Vodka looked fierce and glared at Shimizu Koji, but Shimizu Koji was not looking at him at all.

And Gil, who was by the window, was slightly curious, but he looked at Shimizu Koji carefully and cautiously, and at the same time, he was also paying attention to the actions of Vermouth and Gin.

"Sacco, do you want a glass?"

"Bang!"

Vermouth chuckled and reached out to pick up the red wine bottle on the table, but as soon as she moved, there was a gunshot, and the red wine bottle instantly shattered to the ground, and the deep red and purple wine slowly flowed down the edge of the table, staining the ground red.

The room was instantly filled with dead silence. Shimizu Koji paused for a moment, then continued to walk to Vermouth, then turned his head to look at Gin with a smile.

"Why, is this a show of strength?"

"I didn't quite believe other people's evaluation of you before, but now it seems that you are really difficult to get along with?"

Gin heard the terrifying momentum around him, and he raised his head silently. A pair of murderous eyes were enough to scare anyone.

"Oh, what did they say?"

"I don't think you will point a gun at me? Well, they said that every day, with a face hanging like a cold zombie, the days without you are good days~."

Shimizu Koji's tone was frivolous, but Cohen, who was not far away, had silently put on his goggles again and turned his head to look into the distance.

Although Shimizu Koji was suspected of exaggerating, it was almost the same.

And Gin didn't react after listening, Vermouth couldn't help but burst out laughing.

Then, Gin's face became even uglier. Facing the moonlight, he looked like a corpse just taken out of the morgue.

"Okay, no more nonsense, Sarco, what is your relationship with the police?!"

Gin suddenly got angry, but for others, it seemed that they had basically guessed this situation.

Even Vermouth didn't look surprised, and of course, she didn't take the initiative to help Shimizu Koji.

And Shimizu Koji was really confused by the question. What is his relationship with the police? !

Didn't he just save someone today? Why, there is a rule in the organization that you can't save people? You can only kill people?

"What do you mean?"

Shimizu Koji frowned.

Gin sneered and planned to turn the gun directly, but Shimizu Koji, who had the Sharingan, naturally saw his intentions at a glance, and he naturally wouldn't sit and wait for death for any reason.

With a "swish", the famous sword Masamune was unsheathed. Although he had gained a precious sword during his trip to Europe, most of the time, Shimizu Koji still preferred to carry the smaller and more exquisite Masamune.

The blade was cold and sharp, and even Gin felt an invisible pressure.

Shimizu Koji's face was calm, and there was no fluctuation in his eyes. Gin looked at him with cold eyes, but soon he remembered the reason why Shimizu Koji was valued by Vermouth in the first place, the sword that cut off his sniper bullet.

Gin's finger that pulled the trigger was rarely relaxed.

"Gil."

He shouted, and put down the muzzle of the gun.

Seeing that Gin had found a step to go down, Shimizu Koji did not continue to point the sword at him.

This interrogation made him a little confused, and the key person was actually the newcomer? Well, maybe not a newcomer

Kil slowly walked out of the shadows. She raised her head slightly, and finally let Shimizu Koji see her face under the cap clearly.

Just a glance, Shimizu Koji frowned a little, "Is it you——?"

"Koji, we just met this afternoon. I am a trainee reporter from Nichimi TV, Rena Mizunoshi."

Rena Mizunoshi smiled and introduced herself.

When Koji Shimizu saw her clearly, he naturally remembered that among the reporters who interviewed him in the afternoon, Rena Mizunashi was one of them, and the questions he asked were more appropriate, so he focused on answering Rena Mizunashi's questions and sent those reporters away.

He was just a little surprised that a small reporter would actually be a code member of the organization.

The penetration ability of this organization is really not to be underestimated.

No wonder Gin suspected——, huh?

But what does this have to do with him and the police? What are these unrelated things?

As if seeing Koji Shimizu's doubts, Vodka coughed lightly, attracting everyone's attention.

"Gil reported that when she was interviewing, she saw that you and the famous detective Maori Kogoro and the Tokyo police chief looked very familiar, and, most importantly, the police chief called you 'Brother Shimizu', right?"

"Hmm? Is there any problem?"

Koji Shimizu was puzzled, and at the same time he felt strange in his heart.

Is it because of this? Suspect that he has a relationship with the police?

This - is it too sensitive?

"Of course there is a problem! Are you too familiar with the police? Sacco, you know, you just joined the organization. Although your identity is clean, what if you are an undercover specially trained by the police or other organizations?"

Vodka seemed to be very familiar with this interrogation process.

And with a strange look at Gin on the sofa, Shimizu Koji said softly:

"So, now I am asked to prove my innocence?"

"Since you all know the news in the afternoon, you should also investigate it. The daughter of Maori Kogoro is my senior in the same school. Isn't it normal for us to know each other?"

"As for the police captain - Gin, if you go to say hello to him and introduce yourself, you should be called Brother Gin affectionately, right? How about it, do you consider giving it a try?"

Shimizu Koji's words made Gin's eyes twitch twice, but the situation was probably just like that.

It was just a small problem, and it was indeed mainly because he wanted to give Shimizu Koji a warning and knock Vermouth by the way.

But Shimizu Koji, a reckless guy, dared to draw his sword against him, which was something Gin had never expected.

Another guy who was as unruly as Binga.

After cleaning up so many traitors, no one had ever dared to resist when suspected. Gin was quite unhappy, but he still kept his composure.

"No need, someone will investigate later."

"Anyway, don't mess around near my house, or I will cause trouble for you."

Shimizu Koji smiled and sat directly next to Vermouth.

As soon as he finished speaking, the atmosphere in the whole room stagnated again. Mizunashi Rena was a little shocked and took a step back silently.