Chapter 11711171【Accept the sanctions, Gin】

 Also, since it’s a “game”…

Jiang Xia thought of something and her eyes dimly lit up.

—Vodka always lacks the courage to kill in the real world, so the murderous aura of vanilla ice cream seems so rare.

 But what about in the game world?

Thinking of Bodega’s murderous intent towards cats, passers-by, and Uzo’s little brother...Jiang Xia vaguely had an idea.

How about this time, give this bottle of wine that bullies the weak and is afraid of the strong a higher status and see how he reacts.

 …

Jiang Xia has not read the script this time.

  He not only wants the game to be interesting, but also pays attention to the fun of other people being played by the game, so he has been torn between "reading the script or not reading the script".

But now…

Jiang Xia thought for a while and turned to Noah: "Blur the specific details and show me what positions are available for 'players' to experience this time."

 …

 After reading the script, Jiang Xia gradually had a plan in mind.

 He ​​followed the pair of glasses and secretly observed the situation of the three candidates at this time, and then found that the right time and place were the best time to recruit people.

 “This is a rare opportunity, let’s start tonight.”

Jiang Xia handed the remaining ghost mint to Noah, and put a few bags in advance, ready to start today's operation - worthy of being a black organization, the three bottles of wine seemed to be nocturnal, and at three o'clock in the morning, no one returned it Didn't sleep.

Since we can’t sleep, let’s do something interesting together.

 …

 Tokyo.

 In a highly confidential safe house.

Gin was checking the assassination list for the next week. Before he could finish it, he suddenly caught a glimpse of silver light from the corner of his eye.

He quickly grasped the handle of the gun, turned his head and looked over, and saw that the source of the light turned out to be a pair of glasses.

“…” Gin thought of something, put down the gun again, and picked up the pair of glasses to check.

 —He still has trust in the level of organizational technicians. After having people from the institute carefully inspect it, Gin was convinced that there were no dangerous devices such as poisonous needles or electric shock equipment.

At this time, the glasses that suddenly lit up with silver light did not pose any threat to the human body.

Other than the reminder light, Gin found that the only change was that one of the lenses changed color slightly.

Soon, a blurry picture appeared on it - it looked like the projection of a photo.

"..." Gin fixed his eyes on the lenses and frowned slightly, remembering what the technician had said before: there was a storage device on the frame, but the capacity was not large, and it would be easy to destroy the data in it if it was cracked by force.

From Gin’s perspective, this pair of glasses is a rare clue about Shirley. To be on the safe side, he did not ask for a crack immediately. Instead, he planned to study it on his own for a while. If he couldn't open it, he would hand it over to a technician to solve it.

The idea was wonderful, but because he was too busy, Gin never had time to take a closer look at the glasses after getting them back from the research institute.

Unexpectedly, tonight, it suddenly started to move.

 The opportunity was fleeting, and Gin quickly picked it up and looked at it without hesitation.

 …

 The photo vaguely projected on the lens is a blurry figure.

Even though the person’s face and figure were covered in mist and difficult to see clearly, Gin was able to identify the person above based on his hair color and hairstyle. After being startled for a moment, he smiled sinisterly, as if he had discovered prey.

 …

Gin quickly unfolded the glasses and placed them on the bridge of his nose.

—Though I don’t know where this pair of glasses, which looks high-tech, came from. But since it is glasses, the method of operation must be to put them on first.

 After putting it on, the mosaic on the photo in front of me disappeared and became clear for an instant.

But it was only shown for an unusually brief tenth of a second - Gin only had time to confirm that the person in the photo was indeed the defected "Shirley". Before he could further observe the background of the photo, the photo blurred again.

At the same time, a floating box suddenly popped up in the middle of the image:

There are a few big words written at the beginning: [User Confidentiality Clause]

The following is a large list of detailed instructions that need to be pulled down, densely packed with small words, and extremely long progress bars.

 Finally, there are two simple option buttons:

 [Agree and enter], [Reject]

Gin clicked his tongue impatiently, and without much hesitation, clicked "Agree and enter".

—The current situation is very clear. Only by clicking Agree can you see the information about Shirley.

As for what obligations he, the "user", will bear and what risks he will face after clicking on it... Gin is not worried - he won't really comply anyway.

This pair of glasses does not contain his privacy, it is just a pair of glasses that he just picked up. The technician has also confirmed that there is no mechanism that can cause harm to the human body... In short, even if you agree, it is just empty glove information.

 The Outlaw plan is well laid out.

 However, it fell to the normal technological level of tissue technicians.

The moment he clicked to agree, Gin’s eyes blurred.

The next second, his body suddenly leaned back, and he fell down in the safe house like a workaholic who died suddenly in the middle of the night.

 Consciousness quickly entered another space similar to a "holographic game".

 …

 “Tonight’s first guest.”

Behind the large desk, a malicious voice suddenly came: "Welcome."

Gin turned his head quickly and his pupils shrank slightly. He was shocked to find that he was no longer in the safe house with tight security measures, but was standing in another completely unfamiliar place.

—This looks like a Victorian-style office, with a spacious interior and classical and complex decorations on the walls.

Gin was standing in the center of the office at this time, and on the wall to his left was a dark red solid wood desk, with a strange young man sitting behind the desk.

When Gin turned to look over, he had already pulled out the gun in his pocket, quickly loaded it, and pointed the gun at the only living person here besides himself, with murderous intent emanating from his body.

 …

When Jiang Xia entered the consciousness space to play a guest role as the "Anonymous Boss", he did not use his usual face, but the form of his own soul. He looks different from "Jiangxia Tongzhi", and Ginjiu won't recognize him.

Although I have already guessed that the cadres of the organization who walk on the line of life and death every day are suddenly pulled into such an unknown and terrifying place, their murderous intentions will definitely come out as if they are free of money.

But Jiang Xia didn’t expect the effect to be so good.

—A few seconds after Gin arrived, he just said hello to him in a friendly manner. The murderous aura that came out of the model worker comrades in an instant almost filled the entire office.

Jiang Xia happily stopped talking for a while. He made a common boss gesture of folding his hands and supporting his chin, and looked at Gin quietly, waiting for him to continue smoking.

 (End of this chapter)