69novels Chapter 116
Chapter 116
Brandy, whose real name is unknown, male, 33 years old.
The orphan who grew up in the base under the name of the Black Organization, is as bad as the bad among the colleagues with neuropathy and anti-social personality.
However, Brandy is not a model worker.
Once again, Brandy is really not the second generation of Mr. Gin who tried to kill his colleagues before a huge turning point that changed his life and sent him to Qiu Mingshan Wudaoshui.
Although he thinks that life is the organization's ghost, and death is the organization's ghost. After becoming a cadre, he works hard, no matter whether the task is to kill people or interrogate and execute. But he actually separates work from life and is very good at mediating work emotions. the kind of understanding person.
Efficiency must be emphasized in everything. When working, concentrate on finishing work as soon as possible. As long as it is done well, the boss will not care how loudly he chats with the younger generation on the way to work, and disappears quickly after work. What to do.
Brandy is often assigned to take care of the cubs, no, to exercise and monitor the newcomers before he can directly mix with Master Gin.
Probably because other people were either alone and unsuitable for raising cubs, or they had a weird temper and said one child, which seriously affected the organization's talent input, and immediately set off Brandy quite kindly.
He doesn't talk when he's working hard, but he likes to chat with newcomers in his spare time. When he's in a good mood, he doesn't hesitate to teach some life-saving skills, which has won unanimous praise from the newcomers.
And he has a good eye.
The superior who sent him to be a novice babysitter might think that it would be a waste for him not to learn sniping. It is better to shine on the road of finding undercover agents and catching undercover agents, strangling the bugs in their cradles ahead of time. Master Gin must be very pleased.
However, Brandy felt that the superiors at that time had obviously misunderstood his moderate eyes.
Brandy himself was quite confident at first, and the suspicious little newcomer would definitely show his true colors in his sharp and shining eyes, and he would pick him out like a chicken with ease, and throw him into the recycling meat grinder.
As a result, after a few years, even he himself couldn't help doubting himself.
It's amazing.
Is his eyes good or bad?
It's hard to say, but the seedlings he picked out from the newcomers are all outstanding, and it is true that they have unique eyesight.
Well... the potential stocks he was looking at had just "graduated" from him, but they seemed to be cursed. They either died strangely at the door as soon as they took a leg, or they didn't have time to be happy when they got their code names. They died suddenly due to a variety of reasons, and none of them have survived tenaciously until now.
There is only one survivor who can barely be counted: he took a fancy to but didn't have time to grab it, and finally went to Toru Amuro in the intelligence team, and now Bourbon with a bright future.
Brandy was not so sad.
He has nothing but sorrow.
"Cursed rookie killer", "Not an undercover man who looks like an undercover" and other titles have been put on his head, and he can't take it off from now on. Everywhere he goes, people who are not afraid of death will tease him.
Brandy panicked for a while, for fear that any higher-ups would really believe the rumor that he was an undercover agent of the enemy, deliberately obliterating the rumor that he was a goddamn idiot who organized the new generation of potential stocks.
In order to prove his innocence, he actively displayed himself and squeezed into the action group directly under Lord Gin, trying to convince Lord Gin that he was absolutely loyal and loyal after working so hard.
If he can still be suspected of being an undercover agent in this way, Rye, who works harder than him, can't run away——
Brandy: "...Damn it."
Rye is really a fucking undercover agent! ! !
Not long ago, he was chatting and laughing with Rye, praising Rye for a headshot, and he would be a good partner next time. Would you like to make an appointment at a spa? ! !
Fortunately, Rye rejected his invitation on the grounds that he had to go home to cook, and walked away in a hurry and coolly with a cold back...
No.
It's not a matter of his bad eyesight anymore.
A sharp, handsome, green-eyed person who is normal even if he makes a slight mistake, obviously——
Brandy didn't dare to say the second half of the sentence, and Brandy panicked.
When it was revealed that Rye was an FBI undercover agent, he wished he could wash his eyes with cold water ten times a day, almost washing out the black and gray color, and lived in fear the rest of the time, as quiet as a chicken,
Thanks to Mr. Gin who was frantically chasing and killing the FBI, he spared his life in the end.
But Brandy dared not eat salted fish or roll it.
Salted fish will salt themselves into hell, and it's the same if they roll up to fly, as long as he rolls over the classified secretary, Master Gin can catch a glimpse of the voice and smile of an FBI undercover agent through his active figure...
"How much is the best tomb here?"
Regardless of whether it will be useful or not, Brandy will plan ahead and arrange his own funeral first.
Then he started to work steadily, trying to control the speed, doing neither too much nor too little, depending on the situation, turning himself into a fool, blind, deaf, and dumb-so conscious and so hard, he was able to survive under the suspicious boss who did the most work so far .
Three years.
It's been three difficult years, but he's made it through.
Brandy was justifiably touching the fish.
After the mission, he drank, chatted, went to the SPA, and occasionally reminisced about the past with his subordinates in the bar: "Several years ago, I remembered that there was a newcomer named Lvchuan Hang, who made a good meal, but unfortunately he didn't Listen to my advice and work hard, if you insist on taking advantage of your thighs, you will die early and miserably—"
That's when.
The bar door to hell opened.
Brandy drank a little too much, thinking that the little intelligence agent who accidentally broke into the lair was entertaining them, so he swayed up to it when he was bored.
Then he sent himself away.
The phone call with Lord Belmode at night caused Brandy to sway around the gate of hell. In the process of reporting to Lord Gin after dawn, although Brandy was still alive, it was no different from repeated life and death several times.
To be honest, the moment he accidentally knew something he shouldn't know, he had no hope of living.
Even if he only vaguely touched a little edge, the whole process can only be said to be unlucky, and the probability that Master Gin will let him continue to breathe is less than 10%.
The subsequent desperate rescue is for Brandy to fight for a safe way to die. Since death is inevitable, he still wants to die comfortably and quickly.
Sure enough, after receiving his report, the silver-haired man on the other end of the phone was silent for a while, and only said gloomyly:
"Clean it up and leave no one behind."
Brandy realized.
First pick out the little animals that are looking for death and slaughter them one by one, and then the poor man commits suicide, at least he can live for a few more days in the middle...
What if he behaved too well and was appreciated by adults, so he didn't have to die all of a sudden?There is also this possibility, so we still have to work harder and take a gamble.
After adjusting his mentality, Brandy worked overtime crazily again after many years. He was still the kind of adrenaline rush, and he would not feel at ease without working overtime.
He is full of energy and fighting spirit, and if he can, he even wants to stay up all night—just kidding, he even dreamed that he was so awesome that he hung up "that one" and beat him, and he even fell asleep!If he dared to dream again, he would be so frightened that he would go directly to Lord Gin to plead guilty, and let the Lord shoot himself with his own hands.
The intelligence team of the "Zoo" in Nagano was taken over by him with his explosive potential. It is said that the cadre No. [-], who is said to be very powerful, could not be fooled, and disappeared inexplicably. In embarrassment, another cadre was sent.
Before the real match, Brandy never imagined that he would overturn on this guy.
He did know that there was something peculiar about this small organization that he hadn't heard much about. Apart from the brief records in their own database, according to the interrogated intelligence agents, some cadres were so powerful that they could fly into the sky and escape from the ground, and could Zhaofeng can also set fire, which sounds like the setting of a fantasy movie.
However, Brandy didn't believe it. If the zoo was really so powerful, it would have ruled the world long ago, and their black organization would dominate the Tao?The description is so fuzzy, at most it is playing tricks like magic, just pay a little attention, there is no need to take it too seriously.
Brandy's loss is due to not knowing that the world has merged.
The upper limit of the world view in the real world has been raised, and people with special abilities will be assimilated a little stronger than normal when they enter the scope of Jierong. If they are not restrained by the upper limit and the script, it is indeed difficult for ordinary people to encounter them unprepared.
And, he was really unlucky.
It was not too early or too late, and he just got stuck in the time period when the mastermind behind the scenes loosened the chains that blocked the world and temporarily lifted the restrictions on abilities.
Leading the new prey into the trap, Brandy randomly picked some low-level boys to finish off, but was caught off guard by a spider-man who could magic.
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Ke Xue and unscientific encounter each other on a narrow road. The man from the world of Ke Xue thinks that he is hallucinating after working overtime, or is he so tired that he fell asleep and is daydreaming?
The secret stronghold that was deliberately emptied, the upper floor of the high-rise building, the ground under everyone's feet suddenly cracked, and countless poisonous snakes drilled out of the crack, densely packed and eerie.
His little brothers had never seen such a battle before, and they were immediately stunned. Their first reaction was to avoid the poisonous snake and the rapidly expanding fissure in panic.
Only then did he finally realize: "It's an illusion!"
But when they tried to ignore the false cracks and poisonous snakes and stepped forward as usual, the screams spread again and again. In the picture, people kept stepping on the air and falling, or were bitten by poisonous snakes on their calves and wrapped around their necks, and their faces instantly changed. Turned purple, and fell into suffocation the next moment.
The scene was simply chaotic.
Brandy was the only one standing still.
The cracks in the ground were still extending, and the black hole like a giant mouth of a monster was terrifying. The building shook violently, and the sound of clicking and clicking never stopped, as if it was about to collapse in an instant.
"Boom, boom, boom, boom!"
"Boom!"
"Run! It's about to collapse over there!"
The visual, auditory, and all the feedbacks I get are [true]. If this is a fantasy that emerges in my mind, the horrifying atmosphere will be overstated.
Ordinary people might have fainted from fright. The members of the black organization only scattered and escaped for a while, and then they struggled hard. The overall performance seems... not too disappointing.
No.
Simple. Straight. Lost. People. Through. Ding.
The thinner man under the black clothes twitched his facial muscles slightly, his black-gray pupils shrank suddenly, and a shadow far darker than the cracks in the ground burst out from the fundus of his eyes.
He only felt that his face was completely lost, as if he had been humiliated almost suffocated.
"Oh—you are the Black Organization?"
Reversed from the prey to the identity of the hunter, the spider-man with ease hovered in the air leisurely, looking down at the people in black below.
"It's really incomprehensible. Why did that gentleman avoid you and overestimate you to such an extent?"
"It's disappointing, but that's all."
The Spiders of the zoo organization are somewhat lacking in interest.
In his opinion, that gentleman has obviously been hiding in the dark for too long, his acting style has become too cautious, and he has forgotten to update his cognition of the outside world, so that he has been suppressing them who are powerful and do not compete with the so-called The world's largest terrorist organization is in direct contact.
Spider and the others have never been to the island country before, and they have never encountered important members of the black organization abroad. It seems that the two organizations are in two different worlds, and there is an invisible watershed in the middle. If certain conditions are not met, they are doomed. Can't get it together.
They had only heard of the terrifying reputation of the Black Organization, and they were afraid of it, but before they actually encountered it, the strong self-confidence of the ability users always prevailed.
It is basically the same as Snake's idea: the size of the organization is far less than that, but when it comes to individuals, no matter how they play, capable people can easily clean up the weak who can only shoot.
that's the truth.
Spider scanned for a week, and none of the "opponents" he saw were worthy of being his opponents. There was only one man who seemed to be the leader. with him.
"Tsk, this is the only one that's not bad." Spider's compliment seemed to have only a trace of sincerity, and the essence was still disdainful.
His level of illusion has reached its peak early, and it is by no means comparable to those half-baked illusionists. Not only are the five senses real, but the pain of being bitten by an illusion poisonous snake is even several times higher than reality. fainting.
The man below was entangled by several poisonous snakes, whose fangs had sunk into the skin of his neck and arms.
Spider watched with pleasure as his face became paler and his figure began to become unstable, and he couldn't help trembling with fear, a huge crack had already been laid under his feet, and he would soon follow his men, Falling in hallucinations—
Spider found something wrong: "?"
It's true that the illusion is still in effect, but what about falling?
The man below stepped on the deep black crack "hanging in the air", and at some point, there was an additional sound of ticking water in the space.
Blood was dripping from his feet, and blood beads were also hanging in the void, all dripping from his left arm with three more gun holes.
Spider: "...??"
This development suddenly exceeded the killer's comprehension.
When did the people from the Black Organization shoot themselves three times?He's crazy?
No, he - just got rid of the illusion?How can it be? !
However, the outrageous developments were not over yet.
The poisonous snake was still hanging on his body, and the man in black who could barely see through was still trembling all over, but it didn't seem to be because of fear.
"A bunch of trash!!!"
The man's pale face was distorted into the appearance of a life-threatening ghost. What he wanted was the lives of the trash who had disgraced him, as well as the lives of idiots who dared to step on him and despise his own organization.
Underestimating the enemy for a moment, causing the car to overturn is too embarrassing.
Brandy was so stimulated that his eyes were bloodshot, and his roar was full of crazy hysteria: "Crazy! You fucking show me crazy again!!!"
Spider is still too young.
He didn't know that the Black Organization was the most insane group, and each of them had their own characteristics.
There are quite a few lunatics in the group of killers, but there are only a handful of people who are more insane than the crows—at least he cannot be insane.
Witnessing the strange development, the killer was only stunned for half a second before Brandy took out a remote control from his pocket.
Before Spider could think about what the remote control was for, the man who was almost submerged in the pile of snakes pressed the button without blinking his eyes.
Brandy said coldly, "It depends on whether you die or I die. If we can't die, let's continue."
Spider only had time to place a question mark: "?"
"Boom—bang!!!"
The roar was deafening, and the four walls shook violently in an instant, collapsing and breaking from bottom to top.
This is not an illusion created by illusion.
The entire building built on the edge of the cliff was blown up, and it became the brightest fireworks under the night tonight, without any adulteration.
after an hour.
Under the cliff, in a lake covered with broken steel bars, the few survivors surfaced, looking at a man with extremely shocked and terrified eyes.
Although in the organization, the concept of "one's own side" is often revised according to the situation, but he can be so ruthless that he will kill the enemy plus his subordinates plus himself... Crazy!Still very few!
After Brandy pressed the explosion button, he caught Spider-Man when he was blown unconscious and shot him.
Then the floor collapsed, and he was lucky enough to fall into the lake without being hit by the heavy falling objects and survived.
Spider-Man was a bit of a brush, presumably wounded, not dead.
Congratulations to Spider-Man for successfully replacing the FBI undercover in the distant past, and becoming the breathing creature that Brandy hates the most in his life.
He can die, but before he dies, he absolutely, definitely, must, kill this disgusting spider first.
Dragging his whole body in the water, he climbed ashore. The tenacious Brandy spat out a few mouthfuls of blood, bandaged his left arm perfunctorily, and groped in the pocket of his soaked coat with one hand to find his waterproof mobile phone.
"Let me think, how far is that idiot's illusion range... 50 meters? 100 meters? It seems that he is too overestimated. Forget it, it doesn't matter. Just say 'that's it', don't entertain him again. Mom is really sorry..."
After dialing a number, the man's cold eyes turned dark.
His words were bloody: "I want a sniper, the nearest one, come here immediately."
——Don’t you know illusion?Isn't it crazy? One shot to the head from 700 meters away, let's see how crazy you are.
Brandy wasn't going to let the spider with its leg blown out survive tomorrow night, in fact the spider wouldn't even survive tonight if he didn't have to go to the hospital to mess with himself.
He still has to go out in person to erase the shame caused by carelessness with his own hands, but there is no need to bring trash, a sniper is enough, if you bring too many, you will bully the weak, what should you do if you get a "but that's it"?
On the phone, he didn't mention the sniper's request, not that he didn't have a request, but that he didn't need it.
Nearby is the crow's nest, and the snipers closest to him will only be elites with high levels-he can't call out the elites of the elites, and ordinary elites can.
This is good, he is the wounded, responsible for digging out the escaped bugs from the soil, and the rest is handed over to the sniper one-on-one, which seems very "fair".
Brandy lay in the hospital controlled by the organization for half the night, and was discharged on time. Not only did he want to search for the whereabouts of the spider, he also had to meet up with the sniper before the action.
Under normal circumstances, the merging step can be skipped, and the sniper can just follow the order and shoot directly, but Brandy was stabbed in the back by the good-for-nothing boy, so he thought a little more this time.
The importance of the mission lies here. Only by meeting the sniper in advance can he feel at ease.
Because it seems to be a newcomer.
Glendronach, a rather unfamiliar code name.
There are not few snipers in the organization, but there are not many, and there are only a few good and terrible snipers with a few bad names.
As a senior cadre, Brandy basically knew the names of the snipers. Suddenly, a Grandona, whom he had never heard of, appeared. He suspected that this was a pure rookie who had just come out of the training ground.
Brandy's newcomer's PTSD has not yet healed. As soon as he made this guess, he subconsciously tensed up, as if he had seen the scene of the newcomer falling to the ground with blood on his face in advance——
"Wait, if you think about it the other way around..."
Although he brought a newcomer once, there would be no newcomers, as if the newcomers were killed by him.
But the rookies he fancy are very capable, at least under his nose, everyone is alive and well, quite awesome!
Brandy suddenly said: "Very good, it's done."
He decided to go and have a look first, and examine the newcomer with sharp eyes. If the newcomer can pass the test of his eyes, then there is no need to change someone.
Too lazy to find another place, Brandy set the location of the review at the bar that changed his fate.
He arrived three and ten minutes early.
A man dressed in black was sitting in front of the bar, his left hand, which was tightly bandaged under his sleeve, was hanging down naturally, without any apparent injury. He was holding a wine glass with his right hand and slowly pouring wine into his mouth.
This time the rookie didn't know the rules very well.
The senior, who is also a cadre, squinted slightly, and deducted [-] points from the first impression of the newcomer before meeting anyone.
In the past, among the newcomers he brought, everyone knew to come early, and the boy who knew the most rules arrived at the agreed place an hour ago, and waited respectfully at the door... Then I remembered that the home-cooked food made by that boy was really delicious. Not bad, he prefers the filial piety of that little brother to the big meal in a luxurious restaurant.
It's a pity that Lvchuan Airlines is an unlucky idiot.
The senior, who never forgets his late younger brother (cooking skills), sighed, and glanced at the time on the watch.
He gave Glendronach five more minutes at most.
And 5 minutes in the blink of an eye.
The brandy drank the last sip, leaving only a slightly melted ice ball in the glass.
Putting down his wine glass heavily, the unexpectedness in his black-grey eyes just surfaced, and finally there was a movement behind him.
Someone pushed open the door and slowly entered the bar.
"..."
Brandy didn't turn around, he was waiting for the man to approach on his own initiative and give an opening statement that fit his identity.
"Excuse me, is this Lord Brandy? I'm very sorry, I'm late."
——Insincere opening remarks, another [-] points will be deducted, the lowest score ever.
"Humph."
Brandy snorted unhappily, thinking to bear it for now, for now, strength is more important than politeness.
He looked sideways.
"........."
——Needless to say anything, another [-] points will be deducted! ! !