As the executive CEO of a dark scientific research organization, Gin will never die with his eyes in peace! !
He, the killer with a bomb in his mouth, actually lost to a primary school student who was less than one meter tall! !
The dead-eyed Gin woke up with a confused look on his face, what the hell, a family of killers?
More arrogant than the organization?
He had nothing in common with the money-obsessed brother who dreamed of promoting the service concept of "beating enemy killers" to the world. He had no common interests with the fat nerd twins who dreamed of sleeping with beautiful figures all day long. And he didn't have to worry about a disobedient younger brother who wanted to run away from home all the time like the money-obsessed brother. Gin was bored to death.
Bored to death, Gin typed on the computer: Looking for friends, the kind who can kill people and warm the bed!
The reply was quick: Delivery to your door, dear!
Gin