Chapter 270 Black Party-Guests

The bar at night is full of life.

It's just that it's still early and there aren't many people in the bar.

The coffee shop opposite was closed, and two young men dressed in a down-to-earth manner lingered outside the shop for a while, then shook their heads and left.

Not long after they left, pitch-black cars drove into the quiet street one after another. The noise and exhaust from the engines gave the road a smokey smell.

…

Inside the bar.

Gin took the wine glass and sipped it one sip after another.

But judging from the heat rising from the mouth of the cup, this is not wine...

If you look at the black particles at the bottom of the cup, you can be sure that this is tea.

Drunk driving is risky, but tea driving is not.

On the side, the vodka was also drinking in small sips.

There was also steam coming out of the cup and crumbs at the bottom of the cup. What he drank must be the same as the gin.

Gin drank the last sip of tea and put down the cup. Upon seeing this, the bartender waiting next to him immediately came over to take away the glass and helped Gin refill it with boiling water.

Giving the bartender an approving look, Gin took out his cell phone and took a look at it.

"Ten minutes left."

He just frowned, and the sound of the engine coming from outside made his expression slightly relaxed.

Fortunately, I won’t visit them all.

‘Dingling~’

The outer door of the bar was pushed open, and the only bartender in the bar, who was waiting at the gin table, hurriedly greeted him with a respectful tone: "You three adults, what do you need?"

"One Kir...and one Korn and one Chianti."

"Okay, please wait."

The bartender responded respectfully again, returned to the mixing table, and began to make the drinks the three of them needed.

This bar is one of the strongholds of the organization. It is very small and small. Usually, there are not many members here to hand over tasks.

Today, this bar is about to reach its peak.

"...Kiel, Cohen, Chianti." Gin glanced at them, "Find a seat and sit."

He felt a little sad in his heart - why were the only people under him who arrived on time?

A flock of pigeons!

"yes."

The three people who came in responded in unison, and then sat down at a table behind Gin, which happened to be a table together.

Gere still had obvious makeup on his face, but he changed his clothes, wearing a wide-brimmed hat and a black women's windbreaker.

Chianti and Cohen were still dressed in normal work clothes, carrying a rectangular backpack on their backs.

After the three of them sat down, they saw that Ginjiu didn't speak, so they didn't say anything. When they ordered for themselves, they didn't move either. They just looked at themselves on the table in a daze.

It is customary to go into a bar and order a drink as a core member. It is also equivalent to an identity card. The waiters at the bar will use this to judge whether you are a member of the organization... But tonight is a special case.

After serving the wine, the bartender continued to stand between the two tables - he didn't know how many drinks he would make tonight.

There was silence in the bar.

Just when the hour hand was about to move towards 10, the bar door was suddenly pushed open violently, and a rough and sharp male voice sounded loudly:

"Hey! A cup of Grappa!"

The bartender who was just about to come forward to greet him was stunned by the loud voice, and the corner of his mouth twitched, "Ah, okay..."

This roar must be about a hundred decibels...

The gentle female voice that followed was very refreshing: "Claret, thank you."

"Okay, please wait a moment." The bartender responded respectfully and returned to the mixing table.

Gin looked towards the door, ignoring the strong man in front of him who stared at him with an unfriendly expression, and nodded to the brown-haired woman behind him.

Claret, Grappa, two of Pisk's subordinates...

He conducted the former for a while, and also helped find an undercover agent. Later, after Pisk was shot by him, Clarett also had a phone call with Gin, so Gin was deeply impressed.

The latter...if Gin hadn't mixed up the member information, Grappa should be a sniper, the same as Cohen and Chianti.

Just by the look in the other person's eyes, he must have been a close confidant of Pisk, and he must have been very upset about him killing Pisk.

Gin calmly took a sip of tea and silently labeled Grappa as 'unusable'.

Love and hate are so obvious in the organization, and I don’t know how I survived until now.

"Lord Gin, long time no see." Claret came up and greeted Gin under Grappa's very dissatisfied eyes, with a faint smile on his face.

"Just over a month, Clarette... where is the Chablis?"

Gin continued to drink his tea and asked casually without putting on any airs or putting on air conditioning.

Generally, when he has no tasks, he is relatively kind in front of his own people, especially his subordinates.

"Well... we don't know where Mr. Chablis is." Claret smiled bitterly, "He just informed the two of us to gather here at ten o'clock in the evening, and didn't say what he was going to do..."

Since Chablis took over, she, Grappa and other people who originally belonged to Pisk's faction seemed to have been forgotten, and Chablis had not even been seen.

Today was the first time they received instructions from their new boss.

"...Tsk, that guy."

Gin narrowed his eyes and raised his chin, "Sit down, don't stand."

"yes."

Clarett nodded, dragged the reluctant Grappa to sit next to Kiel and the others, said hello to a few people, and looked at Kiel's expression, which still showed some vigilance.

When the wine she ordered came, she picked it up and looked at the untouched wine glasses of the three people next to her, with some doubts in her eyes:

"Why don't you drink?"

"Come by car."

Kiel, Cohen and Chianti gave very brief and neat answers.

Clarett: "?"

She looked at her wine glass in silence.

She also drove here...but does this have anything to do with not drinking? Could it be that these people all drank from one drink?

Kil looked at Clarett who was staring at them doubtfully, then at Gin's back, and whispered:

"Master Gin said you can't drink while driving, and you can't drive after drinking, otherwise it will easily increase the risk of traffic accidents..."

Although she was full of resentment towards the organization and Gin, she had to say that Gin was really good at risk control.

Clarett looked stunned, "That's it..."

Since it's Gin-sama's education... then why shouldn't she stop drinking?

Only Grappa snorted disdainfully after listening to Kil's words, looked at Gin with eyes full of disgust, and continued to suffocate himself.

And their words couldn't escape Gin's ears at all.

His eyelids twitched.

Very good, it seems that his team rules can be fully carried forward today.
Chapter completed!