Thinking this, he didn't even spare a glance at the few unlucky fellows still struggling in their death throes, turned his Green eyes back toward the dining table.
The battle mostly took place in the living room, the Hotpot on the dining table escaped unscathed.
He unhurriedly picked up a portion of mutton with his chopsticks, then frowned.
Hmm.. it's a bit gamey.
The guy on the opposite side, who had been beaten into a disorganized mess, instantly wore an expression of existential doubt.
Seeing this, the Black-haired agent and the Reddish-brown haired sniper on both sides looked thoughtful, then simultaneously reloaded their magazines and increased their fire support.
It was also a form of royal contempt.
..
This battle lasted a total of more than ten minutes; after all, both sides had guns, so it was mostly a matter of a quick, life-or-death struggle.
Gin, who had been watching the entire time, disdainfully ate two slices of Beef slices, a piece of Mutton, several Meatballs.
He wants to eat vegetarian.
As the last person fell, our personnel were mostly uninjured—the two in melee combat fared slightly worse, with Borse suffering a cut on his left arm and Sheila sustaining a bruise from crashing into the back of the coffee table; the long-range combatants only suffered minor abrasions from grazing gunfire, Akai Shuichi's wound was so shallow that it had already clotted.
It could be described as a complete victory.
They came prepared, it looked like they were targeting you." Gin put down his chopsticks, recalling the opponent's performance during the battle just now, reached a conclusion: "They know your address. If they didn't succeed this time, I'm afraid another group will arrive very soon.
That's right." Heine nodded in agreement, then laughed, his smile casual and devoid of much guilt. "I've held you guys back.
It's their bad luck," Borse said lazily. He didn't care at all whether Heine apologized; instead, his focus shifted elsewhere. "What a shame about this table; it was just freshly prepared.
He was truly a bit hungry.
"Then let's eat." He went to the Restroom to wash his face clean, then used a Towel to wipe the dirt off his body. Tiny droplets of water still clung to his long, slender eyelashes, making them look exceptionally clear and bright.
He said it as if it were the most natural thing in the world.
Akai Shuichi: ……
He looked at the corpses scattered across the ground and the scent of blood heavy in the air, then thought about the next wave of enemies that could arrive at any moment—
Does your Black Organization always take such unconventional paths?
Gin: ……
He looked at the bloodstains remaining on Sheila's body, the missing slippers that left this girl barefoot on the blood-splattered floor, the reddish-black blood clots on Meatballs' head that had scabbed over and hardened, no longer wet but clumped together. Little Fairy seemed completely unconcerned—considering there was definitely a mirror in the Restroom, Sheila's indifference was genuine indifference, not a failure to notice.
The Black Organization isn't taking the blame for this one.
Gin: "Fine."
His gaze swept over Heine, who looked slightly surprised, Borse, who was being as agreeable as he said, while Sheila gave a light smile. Akai Shuichi, wearing a completely bewildered expression, remained quite calm: "You all must be hungry, right? There is still time to eat before you leave."
With their speed.. Heh.
He wasn't truly overconfident in his own side; he simply looked down on his opponents.
The next second, he heard the sound of a chair sliding, the black-haired agent sat down beside him, naturally adding a large pile of lettuce into the still-boiling tomato hotpot. The bright red broth bubbled and surged, its crimson hue contrasting beautifully with the emerald-green leaves, creating an enticing sight.
“You prefer vegetarian, don't you?” The low voice of the Black-haired youth came from the right. Knowing Gin's cautious nature, he did not directly serve him, but instead added various vegetables instead. The faint smile in the Ace Agent's green eyes seemed as if it could be seen if he simply turned his head.
Gin did not turn his head.
He watched the teal-colored vegetable leaves rolling up and down in the tomato hotpot, wondering strangely how Akai Shuichi had discovered it, then picked up a small piece.
In the summer, do you not like eating meat?
The vegetable leaves were very tender, a lush green with a hint of lingering red, their colors vibrant. A faint sweet and sour aroma drifted from the boiling broth, managing to squeeze out a bit of an enticing scent within the blood-soaked room. The roots were crisp, one could taste the unique sweet and sour flavor of the tomatoes upon the first bite—it was perfectly fresh and not greasy at all; Sheila's cooking was quite good. As white teeth bit into the roots, the unique grassy fragrance of the lettuce and its juices burst forth, flowing in the mouth and mixing with the sweet and sour of the tomatoes.
But I don't see you eating much. Is it because it's hot, you prefer vegetarian food?
You've appeared too many times today..
He chewed the food bit by bit before swallowing it.
Then he turned his head, met Akai Shuichi's green eyes, let out a soft, dazed "Mm."
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Author's Note: Gin (looking around): Why is it so hard to steal the kill?
Gin: How did Akai find out? I wasn't being that obvious, was I? Forget it, whatever.
Akai: Observing from the shadows jpg
Alright, Touko will appear in a few more chapters!
—I guess you all have almost forgotten him..
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Thanks to Yangmiao Little Angel for the landmines, love you mwah~
Chapter 51 Chapter 49 Akai: Isn't this even worse..
A hotpot meal began in a most inexplicable manner, went through many twists and turns, but ultimately reached a fairly satisfying conclusion.
Heine was enjoying his mutton in the delicious sweet and sour tomato soup base, while watching someone who had rolled up his sleeves and was eating without any sense of decorum, said quite sincerely, "You should go change your clothes."
The previous battle (a one-sided massacre) had caused quite an impact; aside from Gin, who remained indifferent and took the opportunity to eat until he was three-quarters full, it left a floor covered in corpses and bloodstains.
Rye and Heine were fine, but Sheila and Borse, both of whom were close-combat fighters, were more or less stained with blood and grime. Little Fairy looked as beautiful as a vibrant cluster of hibiscus flowers amidst summer's lush green shrubs, as elegant as graceful bamboo swaying in a mountain breeze, yet when fighting, he was ruthless, decisive, efficient—and completely indifferent to his appearance.
He likely knew she was beautiful, yet had no sense of just how beautiful she truly was—or perhaps she simply didn't care.
Or perhaps she knew exactly how beautiful she was, so she didn't care about anything that might damage his image—after all, she looked good no matter what.
So, even though she had washed his face, she only cared about looking good to himself, leaving bloodstains in the details—such as his hair, his clothes.
Heine's eyes twitched as he watched.
Taking a shower at this time was clearly unrealistic, but changing clothes was possible.
He added another sentence, "At least it's less of an eyesore."
That was pure nonsense; for anyone else, it would be considered slovenly, but for Sheila, it was the truly striking elegance of a blood-stained rose.
Having prepared the Hotpot, Sheila silently watched that someone who was happily enjoying the Hotpot she had prepared. With eyes as clear as autumn waters and a smile as gentle as drifting clouds, she replied with a single, decisive word:
Get out.
Heine: ……
Everyone ate the Hotpot very quickly.
For one thing, none of them possessed procrastinating personalities, for another, at the dining table.. after all, they had just experienced a battle, the scent of blood had not yet dissipated; to eat a meal at a time like this showed how thick-skinned they were, but they were so thick-skinned that they could chat and carry on as if nothing had happened..
It hadn't quite reached that level.
After all, using a time difference to fill one's stomach is one thing, but dragging things out so slowly that the enemy comes knocking on the door is quite another.
With most of the food finished, the group announced they were dispersing, the guests left first.
It wasn't a case of "every man for himself." This Villa was, after all, one of Heine's frequent residences, no one knew for certain if there was any special "information" hidden within—even if it had nothing to do with the Organization.
To put it another way, even if there weren't any, there might still be things that needed to be "cleaned up."
The master wants to stay behind to clean up the traces, so there is naturally no need for the guest to stay.
As for facing an enemy.. to be honest, Gin felt that given Heine's personality, he would never be without a contingency plan.
Scoundrels live for a thousand years—he isn't going to die that easily.
The Black Organization is not a charity; rather than working together, everyone is expected to handle their own troubles, only if they cannot be resolved will the Black Organization decide whether or not to provide assistance.
—Whether it will be resolving you, or resolving the trouble, depends on the situation.
The leaking of an address is no small matter. It could be targeting the Organization, it could be targeting Heine himself, or there could be other reasons; regardless, Heine would not let it slide easily.
Before leaving, Sheila even saw them off with great enthusiasm. Little Fairy still went to change into another outfit—not to mention anything else, but the rate at which people turned to look at him walking down the street in that outfit was truly staggering—even if it was already quite striking normally.
Sheila changed into some casual loungewear—the slip dress had already been ruined beyond recognition. It was hard to imagine how she had managed to finish a Hotpot so nonchalantly while wearing it, all while getting his head covered in sweat.
He wore a dark red knit cardigan with black buttons as dark as ink, the subtle patterns shimmering with a heavy metallic luster. The long, one-piece garment was form-fitting but not tight, outlining Sheila's slender waist. He wore a pair of black Sergio Rossi stiletto boots, his features remaining elegant and beautiful, with upturned eyes that revealed a hint of innate sharpness and pride, exuding a powerful, mature aura.
Even Borse couldn't help but stare in a daze.
As expected, she was a goddess of her generation who could make even affordable clothes look like high-end brands; Gin thought to himself that she could lead fashion trends even if she were wearing a tattered sack.
Her face alone was a guarantee of fashion trends.
The Silver-haired youth looked into her blue pool eyes for a moment, nodded in response to her farewell, then turned around.
As he turned, Gin's peripheral vision inadvertently swept over Akai Shuichi; the black-haired FBI agent remained calm and indifferent, leading Gin to think that Rye was quite composed.
..
On the way back, Akai Shuichi was still the driver. Perhaps knowing that protesting was futile, Rye simply accepted the arrangement, his expressionless face betraying no emotion.
It was the same route as before, but there was one less person in the passenger seat.
But with one person missing, the space seemed to become much quieter; there was only a few brief words of conversation before it finally fell into silence.
On the way, Borse's mobile phone suddenly rang with its standard default notification ringtone. After checking it for a few seconds, he stated that he had an urgent matter to attend to and needed to leave first.
If it had only been Gin, this black-haired youth would have been more than happy to reveal the entire mission. However, with Akai Shuichi now present, Borse's professionalism truly shone. Having been trained by Gin for a period, he was also an extremely cautious person; he simply requested to pull over to the side of the road and provided no clues whatsoever.
The black-haired agent didn't know whether to lament that this guy was so cautious that he was useless for extracting any information, or whether he should feel frustrated that there were still some exceptionally capable individuals in the Organization who had simply taken the wrong path.
As expected, he cast a subtle glance at Gin.
People or matters connected to him.. don't seem to be simple at all.
But—
Things that are too simple lack challenge, don't they?
Before opening the car door and leaving, the youth looked at Gin with a gaze filled with reluctance, causing Akai Shuichi's mouth to twitch uncontrollably.
Borse's departing figure quickly merged into the crowd. Even if a single drop of ink blends into a kaleidoscope of colors, that indiscernible shadow might still cause bloodshed, directly or indirectly.
Akai Shuichi thought calmly.
Although it had been less than two years, he had already gained a certain understanding of the Black Organization's darkness, with every bit more he learned, his conviction to destroy it grew even stronger.