Ming Ke: Everyone at the same time thought I was a poor little thing

Chapter 267 Gin, go and deal with the government!

Gin pressed down the brim of his hat to hide his gloomy brows.

Mojito is too dangerous, both in his demagoguery and his ability to exploit human weaknesses.

Think about what he said?

Changing the organization into 'the way we like it' rather than 'the way that is more in line with order' is so selfish and domineering.

Can that gentleman really control such a person?

Gin became suspicious again.

As for leaving the organization and forming his own faction, Gin threw away the broken cigarette and thought, "I admit that what you said makes sense, but I just can't muster the energy to go it alone. I'm still a shareholder of the organization and a member of the elders. It's not time to dig my own roots yet."

Yes, it's not that he hasn't thought about it, but the current situation is relatively stable. He has a share in the organization, he controls the headquarters operations team, and all branches around the world are under his control.

The old guys who had founded the organization with that gentleman have all retired to become elders, holding real power and being responsible for the operation of each branch. Many people have also turned to his side.

It can be said that if Gin wants to get to the top, it is not as difficult as imagined.

But he really didn't bother to take care of all this mess. The gentleman was quite generous in trusting him and delegated power skillfully.

Gin stepped on the cigarette butt, his dark green eyes looking extremely deep.

If one day in the future, the chairman is no longer able to do so, then he——

Gin took out a lighter, lit a cluster of blue flames, and laughed inexplicably.

No matter how rational he was, he could not deny that he was shaken for a moment.

Mojito...

This can be called a brainwashing ability. Is it a hypnosis skill shared by several personalities?

But his heart was as solid as a rock and he was not afraid at all.

At this moment, the sound of chains colliding was heard.

Gin looked back.

Between the pure white lights and walls, the young man in a white suit seemed to be melting into this whiteness, but fortunately his golden hair made his presence more noticeable.

He stared at the blond young man who walked out with difficulty, and a thought came to his mind: Can these chains really lock up a free magician?

At this moment, his cell phone suddenly rang.

As soon as the call was connected, Vodka's anxious voice came over.

"Brother, New York is on lockdown. The Liberty Island incident has become too serious. Now all transportation is under control. All airline flights have been postponed and all tickets have been rescheduled. Brother, we can't leave the United States for the time being."

Gin's eyes fell on Mojito, who was leaning against the wall and smiling at him. He was as cold and murderous as a venomous snake, and his voice was mixed with icy malice. He said coldly: "New York is on lockdown. Good job!"

Mojito raised his hands in surrender, his voice as deep and gorgeous as a nightingale's. "It's none of my business. It's just that everyone yearns for freedom and spontaneously wants to break the cage that holds them captive."

He hummed a song happily and seemed very satisfied with the current situation in the United States.

But I was so confused inside, what had I done?

The New York lockdown is a national policy. How could a mere magician like him influence national affairs?

But Gin didn't look like he was lying.

Could it be that - besides my identity as a winery employee, I also have another identity, such as FBI?

After this guess popped up in his mind, Fūya Ling shuddered, and his whole body felt cold and shivering, as if it was covered with dirt.

FBI?

Impossible, absolutely impossible.

——So, who am I?

Fūya Rei's eyes became increasingly confused.

I can't tell who I am.

But as we all know, New York can't be locked down for long.

How could the citizens of this overly free country be willing to be blocked by a lack of freedom?

The strong worship of individual heroism is the belief of this country.

I believe that one or two heroes will soon emerge from the masses to challenge the national government.

It would be better to go to the White House and cause trouble.

The government really came up with a stupid idea this time.

His Liberal Party is about to flourish.

Hey, what is the Liberal Party?

No matter what, as long as others are unhappy, he will be happy.

Gin couldn't bear to see him happy. Thinking of this personality's morbid pursuit of freedom, he sneered: "Why are you so happy? You are trapped in New York now, like a bird that can't fly out of the cage."

The smile on Rei Furuya's face gradually faded. He sighed softly and said sadly, "Gin, you still understand me. Although this place is beautiful and there are countless like-minded travelers, but in such a big world, there is no place for me to go."

Not leaving on your own and being locked up and unable to leave are two different things!

He looked at Gin expectantly, urging him in a gentle and intimate tone: "Gin, find a way quickly, mobilize the organization's private plane or deal with the government. I don't mind being taken away by you."

Gin didn't bother to pay attention to him. The entire organization was being closely monitored by the FBI. If he dared to fly a private plane or pick a fight with politicians, he would be courting his life.

There is no benefit in doing this except exposing yourself to the FBI.

"Don't come up with any ideas if you don't have the brains of a detective or a worrier." Gin skillfully pulled one and stepped on two, the sarcasm in his eyes almost overflowing.

It can be said that when it comes to touching people's hearts, he and Tennessee are about the same.

If you spend a long time with that guy, you're bound to pick up one or two annoying traits.

Mojito wasn't angry at being looked down upon. He raised his hand in surprise and said with a grin, "Let me ask you a question, Gin. Which of me would you like to work with?"

Gin: "..."

Do you have any self-awareness at all?

Either one of them will be trouble for you, I don’t want to choose either one!

He pointed a gun at Rei Furuya's forehead, his sharp aura threatening him: "During this time, I will let Vermouth and Tequila come to accompany you, you'd better not cause any trouble."

He said meaningfully, "Otherwise, you will be blown to ashes and scattered everywhere by the wind, which will be the fulfillment of your pursuit of freedom."

Furuya Rei's eyes widened immediately, and he said blankly, "Good idea, what a good idea."

He circled around Gin excitedly, the friction of the shackles was noisy and harsh, and he was still chattering: "Gin, I didn't expect you to have such romantic ideas. You really are a like-minded friend of mine."

"Shut up!"

Gin couldn't bear it any longer and poked his forehead with the gun, and felt his ears buzzing.

The last person who said good friend was still an agent.

Then he was extremely unlucky during that period. He was almost blocked by the authorities several times and almost all the missions were messed up.

Then, there appeared Bai Buli, who kept shouting about friends and bonds. She pestered him to fight every day, and when he wanted to smoke a cigarette, he had his mouth filled with dessert.

At the beginning, the two of them kept fighting whenever they were together, but the more they fought, the more excited the guy became, which made Gin look unlucky and he didn't want to reward him at all.

In the end, I could only force myself to suppress my temper and live in peace with that bastard. I was really tortured.