Heine..
He felt as if he was being ignored by this guy.
Are you saying you're filming 'Fast & Furious'?
A low, mellow voice rang out in the cramped interior of the car. Akai Shuichi looked up distractedly toward the rearview mirror, where the silver-haired man in the mirror seemed to be looking back at him, his green eyes deep and haunting.
Akai Shuichi averted his eyes, casting his gaze forward.
Heine did not notice that brief eye contact through the mirror. Since Gin had caught onto his point, the rogue appeared quite pleased.
You think so too, don't you?
No." Gin's gaze shifted; he had appeared leisurely before, but in reality, he had been checking the car for anything like a bug. After scanning the interior and finding nothing unusual, he felt relaxed enough to say a few more words. "At least I wouldn't go to see one.
You don't actually go to the cinema very often, so you clearly can't be used as a standard of reference," Heine shot back without changing his expression, his tone relaxed. "Don't tell me Rye learned his driving style from you?
Gin raised an eyebrow slightly, refusing to take the blame. Just as he was about to throw a few sarcastic remarks back, a low voice interrupted his thoughts: "Gin's driving style?"
Akai Shuichi remained calm on the surface, but the slight hint of interest in his green eyes revealed the curiosity of the black-haired agent.
“Bold, wild.” Heine spoke with a serious expression, before spitting out adjectives that were entirely different from before: “, calm and rational.”
He seemed to realize his description was strange, so he paused and then began to explain, "Let's call it a coexistence of wildness and calmness—a madness intertwined with near-cold precision. I say you are calm, yet you are bolder than anyone when you drive; I say you are mad.. yet you always walk that fine line of rationality."
As he spoke, Heine fell into thought, looking at Gin with a half-smile, half-smirk. "Perhaps it's.. various provocations at the edge of reason?"
He was still seeking Gin's opinion.
Gin gave him a cold look and had no intention of speaking, but Borse, who was beside him, looked puzzled. "What does this have to do with Rye?"
Heine raised an eyebrow slightly, not dwelling on the previous topic: "They are indeed different, although the 'wild' parts are quite similar—especially that expressionless look while driving so recklessly."
His voice rose slightly, the end of his sentence carrying a hint of softness and a teasing tone: "Long hair, green eyes, left-handed, skilled with a gun, calm and rational.. Come to think of it, you two really do have many similarities."
Now that you mention it, it's true." Akai Shuichi curled his lips slightly, his green eyes gazing at the person in the mirror. "What do you think, Boss?
Gin's eyes were cold. "There are many people in this world who look alike. His gaze is poor; do you want to learn from him too, Rye?"
Akai Shuichi shrugged his shoulders.
"My eyesight is bad? Are you sure?" Heine raised an eyebrow, his voice carrying a slight hint of complaint. It sounded less like a rebuttal and more like coaxing—he was clearly a grown man in his thirties, yet with his blue eyes narrowed slightly in a look of grievance, he managed to act spoiled without it feeling out of place at all.
Akai Shuichi glanced at him sideways, having no intention of paying him any mind.
The atmosphere inside the tram was somewhat subtle for a moment.
Although he didn't know the reason, seeing that his gentleman clearly didn't care, Borse felt it was necessary to ease the atmosphere.
But.. why am I doing this?
The youth thought seriously and solemnly, *Normally, I should be the kind of character who needs the atmosphere eased!*
His skill points had clearly not been invested much into 'easing the atmosphere.' "A gentleman generally does not teach people how to drive."
It was the truth.
Even though it was very awkward.
Fortunately, although the sentence was incredibly poorly phrased, it at least broke the somewhat eerie atmosphere of the moment.
"That's true." Heine nodded.
"Not necessarily," Rye said.
Borse frowned with some annoyance, the young Black Organization member looking at the two people in front of him, feeling that something was not quite right.
Gin felt a flicker of interest.
Not necessarily?" He repeated Akai Shuichi's words, then looked at him with a half-smile, "I don't recall ever teaching you.
There is a saying, 'teaching by example,'" the Black-haired agent said, his expression unchanged. "Even though Boss hasn't taught me anything in particular, I have already learned a lot from you.
Besides—" He raised an eyebrow slightly, his Green eyes flashing with a hint of provocation. "If I had to be taught everything personally, wouldn't that make me quite useless?
Heine gripped the car door handle tightly, his knuckles turning pale from the sheer force.
Maintaining a surface-level calm, the blue-eyed man turned his head and looked at the black-haired youth with a beaming smile, yet his honeyed smile did not reach his eyes. "Your learning ability is truly impressive."
No matter how you looked at it, his tone did not sound like a compliment.
Gin felt like putting his head in his hands.
"Keep good men company and you shall be of the number." The FBI's Ace Agent replied lazily.
“'He who stays near vermilion becomes vermilion; he who stays near ink becomes ink.' — There is a saying with a similar meaning, isn't there?" Gin raised his eyes, the words that escaped his lips were a few lines of Chinese, which the people present clearly did not understand. The silver-haired youth gave a lazy smile, his cold green eyes appearing as if they could see through one's soul: "Be careful. If the 'red' turns black, it won't look good."
A simple sentence struck like a thunderclap. Akai snapped his head up, meeting the emotionless gaze of the silver-haired man in the mirror. His green eyes were as dark as ink, refusing to let light pass, yet they seemed capable of capturing one's very soul.
The Black-haired agent's eyes darkened.
His Finger rested stiffly on the steering wheel. As the blood circulated to every corner of his body, he found it difficult to process the hidden implications in the other's words; his five senses became exceptionally sharp due to his trepidation. He could feel the texture of the leather through his fingertips, the air conditioner made the interior of the car feel slightly cool, causing his limbs to feel cold as well.
The black-haired FBI quickly regained his composure, raising an eyebrow as he was about to say something—
Borse's cool, youthful voice rang out inside the car: "You drove too far."
“Ah.. oh.”
..
This incident teaches us that when driving, one must never lose focus.
Because he had overshot the turn and this stretch of road was a one-way street, Akai had to take a detour. The red Chevrolet sped through the streets, even without a radar, it was obvious he was speeding.
"Aren't you worried about being caught by the female traffic police?" Heine leaned against the left side of the backrest, asking lazily.
Akai Shuichi did not give him even a glance, his tone calm and emotionless, which made the person looking for trouble extremely frustrated: "No, even if the female traffic police come, they won't be able to catch me."
Cut it out," Gin said, his gaze sweeping over Heine with a chilling indifference. Perhaps it was because his hair had been dyed red, but the man was exceptionally lively today. "Wouldn't it have been better to arrive earlier?
But why wasn't he this active during the mission?
Gin thought with a hint of displeasure.
Whether it was because he was hungry or simply found it boring, Heine did not continue the topic. He casually chose a subject regarding firearms to pass the time.
It must be said that Heine's track record in the dating world has been quite successful over the years, his ability to read the room is quite impressive. Among the four of them, everyone except him is incredibly taciturn; if the topic is chosen poorly.. it quickly turns into a one-man comedy show.
"Firearms" was undoubtedly a safe and appropriate topic; at least for the group, there was no one who wasn't interested in firearms.
And so, with a beautiful turn, the car body carved a perfect semicircle and came to a stop in front of a villa.
"We're here." Heine was the first to open the door and step out of the car.
As the driver, Akai stayed behind. Once everyone had gotten out of the car, he turned the key to shut off the engine, opened the car door, walked to Gin's side.
The Silver-haired youth looked at him inquisitively, while Akai looked back with composure.
After a long silence, Gin averted his gaze, his voice cold and detached: "I don't like your car."
The Black-haired agent didn't quite understand, but he still replied without finding any fault: "Of course it can't compare to the Boss's car."
But is it really okay to treat me like a driver and then look down on my car? — Forget it, he should have understood this person's personality long ago.
Gin let out a sneer.
On the other side, Borse was walking toward Heine, completely unaware of the potential confrontation; the latter was busy searching for something.
Given their years of friendship, Gin knew Heine inside and out, but he still had a general understanding of him: "You didn't forget your keys, did you?"
Of course not.." Heine paused, a hint of innocence flashing in his blue eyes. "I just don't know which set is the right one.
In his hands, which were calloused from handling guns, were two sets of remarkably similar keys.
Gin: ……
How has this guy's personality survived until today?
Fine, he thought coldly, at least he had never been vague when it came to serious business.
Heine casually selected a key and tried it in his own door. After fumbling with it for a long time, he declared failure, but this High-level member of the Organization was quite optimistic: "It seems it's another set."
He withdrew the previous key, pinched another set of keys between his index and middle fingers, twirled them into a beautiful flourish at his fingertips, then gripped the keys, preparing to insert them into the door lock.
The door opened.
But it wasn't Heine who opened it.
The silver door handle was pressed down and opened from inside the Villa, rotating just enough to allow the four people outside to clearly see a portion of the scenery within the Villa through the opening.
First to catch the eye and seize one's attention was a fair and beautiful hand resting upon the silver door handle—the Woman's hand.
The first impression was that the bone structure was beautiful, beautiful in all the right ways. The five fingers were long but not overly slender, with joints that clearly showed both decisiveness and agility. The proportions were perfect—suitable for both planning and writing code, for wielding a knife or a gun to kill enemies on the battlefield.
These hands were also very white; it wasn't that sickly pallor seen in Madra, nor the whiteness brought by Gin's mixed heritage, but a translucent white, possessing the unique, moist freshness of morning dew, much like a hint of innocent smile upon a girl's lips.
His skin was delicate yet not soft, possessing the light calluses one only acquires from years of fighting and handling a handgun, which complemented his long, slender knuckles to reveal a unique beauty.
This beauty was not the kind of fragile beauty that makes one want to handle it delicately; rather, it was a capable, powerful beauty.
His wrist was equally white, its slight bend revealing a hint of effortless fragility. Slender and fine, it seemed as though it might snap with a mere twist. Because the wrist was so thin, the pea-sized bone on the side and the slight indentation beneath it were particularly prominent, like a fluttering butterfly folding its wings as it rested against her hand.
It was as fragile and delicate as porcelain, yet as the gaze shifted upward, a small section of skin revealed by the rolled-up sleeve came into view. Beneath the smooth texture lay subtle, unexaggerated muscles, revealing a sense of strength that was neither overt nor understated. A pigeon-wing tattoo rested at the edge of the sleeve, lifelike and poised to take flight, half-hidden within the light-colored fabric, appearing and disappearing with every movement.
Like green bamboo in the wind, appearing slender, yet possessing its own unique integrity and resilience.
"You've taken the wrong keys again." His voice was light and melodic, like the chirping of birds or the tinkling of a clear spring; the end of his sentence carried a hint of playful laughter, captivating the heart.
Gold and jade clashed, their melodies intertwining like a song sung at dawn.
Gin raised his eyes, his gaze meeting that face, which was devoid of all adornment and heavy makeup, as if he were seeing a cherry blossom quietly blooming in the wind.
Whether it was a faint smile of special favor from Fate, or a hint of the chaos that would plague the world.
Gin does not have the same debauched personality as Heine, yet he is by no means naive to the ways of the world. Having plunged into darkness in his youth, he views sexual affairs with total detachment; his lovers come and go, both men and women, without any preference or restraint. It would not be an exaggeration to say he is quite indiscriminate when it comes to both genders.
He was not the type to settle for less; he had seen plenty of handsome men and beautiful women, even a few close acquaintances within the Black Organization were top-tier in appearance. There was the charm of the Oscar Best Actress, the cold and pure elegance of the Young scientist, not to mention the unrestrained flirtatiousness of Heine; even those whose looks were not particularly striking possessed excellent temperament. Yet, even with his high standards and lack of interest in lust, he could not help but be momentarily dazed at this moment.
This was the human instinct to appreciate "beauty."
Wow—Gin let out a gasp in his heart.
He remained expressionless on the surface, but in his heart, he couldn't help but think: if it were a beauty like this, it wouldn't be impossible for Heine to act differently than before.
With such beauty before him, a feast for the eyes, he feared that someone might just overindulge.
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