To be honest, when he first learned that Amuro Tooru might be investigating Shiratori Midori, Gin truly felt a murderous intent.
Although he does not intend to change the Plot for the time being—in order to gain greater benefits from that Foresight—he has never been afraid to change the Plot.
Having this Foresight certainly saves time and effort, but even without it, he would still care too much.
Gin had that confidence.
If he truly lost—then it was simply because his skills were inferior to others, there was nothing to complain about.
To him, the name "Shiratori Midori" was clearly far more important than profiting from the Plot.
Having joined the Black Organization in his early teens and having stained his hands with blood before even reaching adulthood, Gin had witnessed far too many dark sides of the world. Compared to an "ordinary" life, he was undoubtedly more accustomed to bloodshed and strife.
Some he participated in, becoming one of the executioners; others he did not agree with, but he didn't think they were a big deal and had no intention of opposing them.
Unlike Shiratori, Gin had no intention of escaping the darkness; her experiences since childhood had already inextricably linked her life to the darkness, he had accepted it well.
For example, he knew that killing was wrong, but in his mind, he didn't think killing was such a big deal.
A person's views might be easily changed—as long as there is a sound reason; but a person's long-standing habits and subconscious thoughts are difficult to change completely.
"Amuro Tooru"—or rather, "Furuya Rei"—might hold a significant position in Spoilers, but to him, it was of no consequence.
The few instances of what could barely be called "harmonious (?)" exchanges had resulted in a tiny bit of connection, but it was really nothing at all.
If necessary, he will show no mercy.
And since the matter involved Shiratori Midori, it was clearly a situation where he would not show mercy.
As a core member of the Black Organization, killing a relatively new Cadre without attracting suspicion was no difficult task.
—Not to mention, this Cadre is an undercover from the Japanese Public Security.
But now, he had changed his mind.
..
Amuro Tooru tried his best to maintain his facial expression, even though he was certain his smile had become somewhat stiff.
Why are Gin and Rye here?
What are you doing here if you have nothing better to do? On a date?!
What a coincidence!
Did they see everything that just happened?
Several question marks flashed wildly through the mind of the Japanese Public Security elite, but now was clearly not a good time to ask.
After all, curiosity can kill the cat, it can also kill a detective.
All at once, a thousand threads of thought rushed toward him, the young Public Security officer felt that, facing such a situation, he would have been better off being sent on a mission alone.
But thinking about it this way, is it really okay for such a small—well, not that small—Restaurant to be so full of hidden masters?
Thinking of this, he could hardly help but shed a tear of sympathy for Tanabe and Mrs. Shimabukuro.
Their original plan was actually quite good; they might have even managed to escape successfully.
In the end, every person he encountered had an even more formidable background: Public Security elites, an Ace Investigator, a Top Killer from the Black Organization.
Even as a mere filler, Hashimoto Nana was an amateur female college student detective and half of Kindaichi's apprentice.
Originally, the last of the three was so obsessed with being a couch potato that he had no intention of causing trouble, which forced the Black-haired agent to settle down as well. However, once Hashimoto Nana appeared—
Well, rest in peace.
How should I put this? Born at the wrong time—if you don't kick the bucket, who will?
In the end, he didn't forget to make use of his remaining strength, using his own sorrow to secure a glimmer of life for Amuro Tooru—though he didn't know it, nor would he ever be grateful.
Back to the main topic.
Although now was not a good time to ask, he couldn't just stand here like an idiot doing nothing, could he?
"G—" Halfway through the word, Amuro Tooru swallowed the remaining syllable under Gin's even colder gaze.
Fine, fine, I know you don't want me to say the codename and draw attention.
But—!
I don't even know your name!
Aside from your codename, I still don't know anything else about you. How else am I supposed to address you?
Forget it, the Blonde-haired youth let out a silent sigh in his heart; he'd better not call him anything.
"Long time no see." He forced the half-syllable he had accidentally let slip into a greeting, while silently complaining to himself that they had actually only met a few times in total.
And it didn't seem very friendly either.
Gin raised an eyebrow, remaining noncommittal about the fact that the blonde-haired youth had repeated his exact words verbatim. He curled his lips slightly, casting a meaningful glance at Amuro Tooru.
There was no cold or oppressive emotion visible in his green eyes, but the ripples surfacing within those deep green pools made his expression appear eerie, the half-smile tugging at the corners of his mouth only deepened that sensation.
It was as if a lazy Leopard, having just woken up, had set its sights on some animal—not intending to eat it, but not minding a little play.
Their eye contact did not last long; after a minute—or perhaps just a few dozen seconds—Gin lazily dropped a single word, "Let's go," and turned to walk away.
However, the time spent was not short, causing Akai Shuichi, who was quietly watching the scene from the side, to feel a sense of doubt. However, he did not speak; he merely nodded toward his former partner in a silent and distant manner as a greeting, then followed the footsteps of a Boss who, once he became willful, would ignore his subordinates.
Amuro Tooru keenly sensed that something was wrong, a sense of doubt began to rise in his heart. His mind felt like a boiling pot of water, with bubbles of doubt rising and popping one after another.
Was it really a coincidence?
The Public Security elite thought about the things he had been doing lately, his purple-gray eyes turning dark.
Or rather.. has suspicion already arisen?
But—
Amuro Tooru thought of the girl who had just helped him solve the case, the frown already on his face deepened even further.
He hoped she wouldn't attract Gin's attention, causing Gin to start investigating her because of his suspicions toward him.
If that is the case.. then I have truly implicated him!
As an undercover, there are some things one simply must do; living in the darkness, one must also immerse oneself in the darkness to avoid suspicion.
Sacrifice is necessary.
The scene of the young black-haired detective leaving with his boyfriend surfaced once again; the harmonious and peaceful atmosphere between them made Amuro Tooru not want to ruin it.
But in his heart.. he did not want to sacrifice innocent people.
..
Gin, who was completely unaware of Amuro Tooru's thoughts—and even if he had known, he wouldn't have softened his heart—intended to find some time to meet with Vermouth.
To discuss the personnel changes with him, to borrow one of his Subordinate.
Ah, right, that's correct, this "subordinate" refers to Bourbon.
Currently, Bourbon is under his name; by the way, Scotland is under Cavendish's name.
However, this is different from Rye Borse's situation. Those who can go on missions with him, like Rye Borse, are his true subordinates, whereas the situations mentioned earlier were merely having one's name attached to them.
This is because High-level members of the Black Organization generally have their own positions, while the scope of responsibilities for Core members is even broader; as for ordinary Cadres, they are stationed in various departments, making them the nominal heads of those departments.
For example, Vermouth holds a title within the Intelligence Department and is one of the few in charge of intelligence. This means that among the Cadre belonging to the Intelligence Department, she is the nominal leader for a fraction of them; however, his actual subordinates are those she can truly manage and deploy without needing to submit a Report.
In both of these situations, the obligations and powers of both sides differ accordingly.
By the way, since the number of people in the former group was quite large, they usually had never even met face-to-face; Gin didn't even remember their names.
Anyway, since a report still has to be filed when they are actually needed, it would be better to just check the list when the time comes.
Personnel transfers within the Black Organization are not uncommon, there are many ways to handle them. Since Bourbon belongs to the Intelligence Department and his rank is far below Gin's, if Gin does not intend to cooperate long-term and wishes to handle the transfer himself, he only needs to file a report and have it approved by Bourbon's actual superior and nominal superior to release him.
Gin really didn't want to bother telling Rum, nor did he feel like looking for the relevant personnel in the Human Resources Department, so he simply took the route of self-transfer.
Currently, Bourbon has no actual supervisor or partner, so as long as he passes Vermouth, he'll be fine.
Vermouth was very surprised.
The blonde-haired woman looked at the silver-haired youth with a half-smile, her brilliant blonde hair resting against her fair neck, revealing a beautiful curve that cascaded down her chest, carrying a hint of suggestion.
She leaned slightly closer to Gin, her blue eyes shimmering with a honeyed, sweet smile that seemed thick enough to overflow. "You chose Rye before, though—"
Vermouth prolonged the end of his sentence, his voice light and soft. Leaning his pale hand against the table, she moved closer to Gin.
Changing your mind so quickly.
His long, slender eyelashes fluttered like the wings of a butterfly, as she let out a teasing remark:
You really are one to cast aside the old for the new.
Gin: ……
He didn't really want to argue about these things with Vermouth.
I suppose so." Gin took a sip of Bourbon, his gaze calm, though a faint trace of amusement could be seen upon closer inspection. "It's always more interesting when there's something new to spice things up.
So he chose a simple method to make someone shut up.
Seeing Vermouth's eyes widen in surprise, Gin added with malicious intent, "Good things can only be found through a search."
The Blonde-haired woman's lips twitched. The Margarita in front of his shimmered with a faint yellow glow, appearing exceptionally bright under the Bar's light, just like his hair.
Vermouth took a sip to steady his nerves. The golden liquid flowed over his tongue; the unique taste of Tequila blended with the sweet orange aroma of Cointreau and the slight acidity of lemon juice, making it cool and delicious.
He turned his head and set down the crystal-clear cocktail glass in his hand, the light of the Bar causing it to shimmer with faint glints: "Are you joking?"
What do you think?" Gin lightly swirled the glass in his hand, the ice cubes remaining whole within the amber Bourbon, without a single bubble: "What do you think.
He repeated.
Vermouth stared at him for a while, but unfortunately, nothing could be read from Gin's cold face.
“Give me a plausible reason.”
He compromised.
Gin raised his hand to support his head as he thought for a moment, then turned his head to look at him. "I've heard Bourbon is a great cook."
……" Vermouth paused for a moment. "Oh.
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