Although if you continue to look at the door, you may be able to discover the true identity of your paddling teammate.
But now, that's obviously not the point.
The key point is to confirm Shirley's current situation as soon as possible and transport the person out of the hotel - he left too quickly just now and thought he could get back before Shirley woke up, so he didn't tie him up. Now I just hope Shirley doesn't
If you commit suicide out of panic, the organization will undoubtedly lose a lot of information, and you will also lose a lot of merit... Pisk prayed secretly.
As for teammates, when they go back and finish writing the mission report, that person's paddling behavior will naturally be punished.
He walked through the corridor in a hurry, his thoughts cluttered.
He didn't notice that not long after he left, a figure quietly followed behind him.
Jiang Xia controlled the pace and stared at Pisk's back expectantly.
Jiang Xia had also passed the police handkerchief inspection and successfully left the room. Several police officers in the room were not familiar with him, and no one paid attention to the direction in which he left.
——As early as when she was preparing to attend the memorial service, Jiang Xia had planned to get another purple handkerchief.
First of all, Pisk must be protected. Otherwise, if Pisk is suspected, detained, and falls into the hands of the police, the blind box cannot be opened. After all, it is impossible for the police to kill a cunning and unresisting old man on the spot.
In addition, Jiang Xia also wanted to continue to flirt with the red side and did not want to reveal Wu Zuo's identity immediately. In order to avoid being targeted by some active thinking people, he also had to have a handkerchief of his own.
So before, when Jiang Xia drove the puppet to look for body armor to prevent Gin from shooting in the fireplace on a whim, she didn't forget to put on Xiao Bai's puppet and took her parents ghost to the front desk to hand out handkerchiefs.
The aunts played for a while.
On the way, he quietly took away a remaining purple handkerchief while no one was paying attention.
Give Pisk one piece, and you will have one piece left.
Plan pass√
…
Pisk quickly walked down the steps and entered the corridor where the wine cellar was located.
When he saw the ajar door of the wine cellar from a distance, his heart skipped a beat and he felt cold.
After striding closer and seeing clearly the bullet hole in the lock of the wine cellar door, Pisk frowned again and fell into deep thought.
...This simple and crude way of opening the door reminded him of Gin.
However, we cannot rule out the possibility that after Shirley escaped from the organization, she got mixed up with an aggressive new companion who had a gun and was too lazy to pick the lock. This bullet hole may have been made by the person who rescued her.
The former is fine, but if it's the latter...
With a slightly solemn look on his face, Pisk pulled out his gun and loaded it, then carefully opened the door and walked into the wine cellar to check.
Just after taking two steps, the door behind me suddenly creaked.
Pisk turned his head suddenly, just in time to see Gin approaching him. At the same time, Gin lifted a gun with a silencer and pressed it against Pisk's eyebrows, sending a terrifying cold air to his face.
...is "cold" in the physical sense.
——There were sporadic wet stains on Gin's black windbreaker, and there were some unmelted snowflakes accumulated on his shoulders and the brim of his hat, looking like he had been frozen in the cold wind and heavy snow for a long time.
The smile on the corner of his mouth was like frozen ice, and the cold aura came to his face with murderous intent. Gin did not mention Shirley, but asked in a cold voice: "Why didn't you kill that reporter immediately and deal with it?"
Film?"
"..." Pisk was froze by the cold muzzle between his eyebrows, "Reporter? Film?...What do you mean?"
Gin remembered that he had been waiting on the rooftop for a long time and did not see Shirley climbing up. Instead, he received an email with a hidden reprimand from the boss, and his murderous intention became stronger in an instant.
A malicious smile appeared at the corner of his mouth: "Haven't you heard yet? It is said that the headline of tomorrow morning's paper will be a photo of you raising a gun to the ceiling at the memorial hall of Director Shigemaki."
Pisk was stunned.
Thoughts burst out, and in the flash of lightning, his heart palpitated, and he suddenly remembered the cluster of flashlights that lit up in the dark banquet hall before he shot the chandelier.
He suddenly realized the problem.
Chapter completed!