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Gin put down his mobile phone.
He stood with one hand in his pocket, leaning lazily against the wall of the alley—which was relatively clean—his Green eyes reflecting a faint, cold light under the sunlight.
Judging by the time, Amuro Tooru should have almost managed to get his hands on the "information" he wanted, right?
I hope he can exercise that detective's curiosity and continue his search by following the clues.
Gin narrowed his eyes, in a good mood.
Anyway, this is Rum's Base.
Hmm.. he's right, he did it on purpose.
A smoke-gray Maserati sped from the distance, its body lines perfect and smooth, its performance top-tier—it was truly a car one could not help but fall in love with.
Catching a glimpse of the other party on the way, Gin slowly straightened his posture and took two steps forward.
The driver's driving skills were also exceptional—after all, he was someone capable of driving a Mazda through heaven and earth—but after a moment, the Maserati came to a steady halt in front of Gin.
The car window slowly rolled down, revealing the handsome face of the Blonde-haired youth. He tilted his head slightly and raised an eyebrow as he looked at his current superior, "Getting in?"
Gin's eyes flashed as he took a step forward, one hand resting on the car door, gave a slight nod.
Of course.
He tapped a finger lightly, pressing a button on the mobile phone screen inside his pocket, while simultaneously opening the rear door of the car.
"Alright," Amuro Tooru said in a relaxed tone, a hint of refreshing amusement in his eyes—considering the intelligence he should have just obtained, Gin thought the Blonde-haired youth must be in quite a good mood right now.
"Where are we going?" the newly appointed Subordinate asked his superior.
Gin gave Amuro Tooru, who had turned his head, a faint, enigmatic smile. "I sent it to you."
!!" A hint of slight confusion appeared on Amuro Tooru's face: "When?
"Just now." — The person who replied remained as calm as ever.
Chapter 58: I don't know who spoiled them into having such a temper..
The Mission itself was not very difficult, whether from the perspective of gathering intelligence or from the perspective of execution.
Thus, completing it successfully seemed to be an expected outcome.
Neither Gin nor Amuro Tooru took the mission itself to heart—it was obvious that this kind of mission was merely a test, with ulterior motives at play.
However, a superficial sense of perfunctoriness was still necessary—
—"You did well." Despite the words, the speaker's expression looked utterly insincere: "Follow me for the time being.
The sound of explosions in the distance caused a dull ache in his eardrums. Even while sitting in the car, he could faintly see the unextinguished flames not far away. The raging fires devoured the remaining evil, tinting the sky with a faint layer of red.
It was more like the red of blood.
Even though he was already sitting in the car, Amuro Tooru could still smell the lingering scent of gunpowder. The blonde Public Security elite maintained a calm expression, but he was cursing inwardly.
You and I must have different definitions of a "Trial Mission."
Although I seemed to have some understanding of the Silver-haired youth's attributes, yet—
Is it really okay to go straight to pressing the bomb detonator just ten minutes after a reminder like that?
Looking up, the Silver-haired youth's matter-of-fact expression met his gaze. Amuro Tooru sighed silently in his heart, wondering who had spoiled him into having such a temperament.
“Rye is like this, so are Borse and Heine.” Ignoring the fact that the former two were smiling bitterly while the latter was full of complaints, Gin's indifferent, cold green eyes met Amuro Tooru's purplish-grey eyes directly. Under the daylight, the emerald lake seemed to ripple slightly.
It must be said that provocation can be quite effective sometimes.
Satisfied to see Amuro Tooru's pupils contract, Gin turned his head to face forward. "Drive."
The blonde Public Security elite restrained his emotions, tapping the steering wheel with one hand. "Yes—"
His voice was as gentle and sunny as the youth's usual demeanor, though the slight elongation of the final syllable revealed a hint of harmless frustration.
—However, no one knew if this was a disguise.
The blonde-haired Public Security elite turned the key to start the car. The chassis vibrated slightly, but the vibration was hardly noticeable, the engine ran very smoothly as it started.
It's a good car.
Amuro Tooru judged.
His abdomen and waist still ached faintly, but such a minor injury didn't matter much; by comparison, the young undercover was more concerned with the aura of the other man using intelligence personnel as if they were field operatives.
—Well, even though he was indeed from the Executive Department.
He is truly being "put to good use"!
Amuro Tooru sighed inwardly, turning the steering wheel to make a left turn, his gaze unconsciously sweeping past the Silver-haired youth in his peripheral vision.
Then he twitched the corner of his mouth.
Gin was leaning lazily against the back of the passenger seat, his expression as calm as ever. It seemed as though the previous deal and the mission to trigger an explosion had no effect on him at all. Amuro Tooru even suspected that he could detect a sense of leisure in his posture.
Yes, the Blonde-haired youth thought coldly, he was indeed very relaxed—
—Because I was the one who took on all the dangerous steps!
Somehow, Amuro Tooru suddenly remembered the scene from their Mission Evaluation about a year ago.
—Alright, I think I finally understand why Rye was in such a miserable state back then.
It seems I'll have to stay sharp from now on.
Thinking this, his thoughts drifted slightly: If all the missions Rye cooperated on under his subordinates were like this.. that Moroboshi Dai guy really doesn't have it easy either.
Never once did Amuro Tooru expect that he, too, would become one of those who "indulged his temper." He offered a silent prayer for himself and his old rival in his heart. Beside him, Gin seemed to feel a sudden chill and scanned his surroundings in confusion.
An illusion?
He thought, feeling a rare sense of confusion.
..
Whether it was an illusion or not, life had to go on.
Although they were nominally in a direct superior-subordinate relationship, in reality, the missions of superiors and subordinates within the Organization did not always overlap.
In fact, missions are mostly completed individually. When encountering certain tasks that require an Assistant, they can cooperate directly, for missions requiring extra hands, personnel can be drawn directly from Subordinates—of course, if a superior suddenly feels lazy and wants to shift the responsibility, they can also push it onto a Subordinate.
Anyway, as long as the output volume is sufficient, it's fine.
—Of course, the calculation of merit is different.
—Except for directly assigned missions.
So, once you become a high-level member of the Black Organization, as long as you don't run into factional disputes or have your identity suspected, it is actually quite easy to be lazy.
Of course, if one continues to be this lazy, emmmmm.. I'm afraid one would never need to take action ever again.
Ahem, watch your words.
There aren't many High-level members in the Black Organization who have a tendency toward laziness, but if you look closely, they do exist, Heine is one of them.
This guy's strength is directly proportional to his unreliability, often giving those who know him a massive headache—though when he actually gets serious, he can be considered quite reliable.
Setting aside this fellow who occasionally gives even Gin a headache, in short, the hierarchy within the Black Organization is not that tight; most of the time, they all just do their own thing.
Of course, for any major actions or important missions, a report must still be submitted—whether it is read depends on one's mood.
It was no wonder that Gin and Rye had only completed a handful of missions together after working together for a period of time.
Gin had been focusing his attention on Amuro Tooru lately. Following the precedent of Amuro Tooru accidentally stumbling upon his investigation into Shiratori Midori, he felt a slight sense of conflict regarding the existence of Akai Shuichi.
So he simply resorted to some tactics to transfer the other party to Kansai, while simultaneously having Borse keep an eye on him.
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“I think you're getting tired of the old and fond of the new.” Vermouth tilted his head slightly, his silky blonde hair falling over his fair chest. The crystal chandelier in the auditorium shimmered with a fragmented and brilliant light, casting a soft glow upon the legendary film star and adding a hazy halo to this great beauty.
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Vermouth wore an exquisite smoke-gray low-cut dress, with a silver-white belt flecked with gold cinching his slender yet supple waist. The low-cut design revealed a large expanse of dazzling skin. His delicate collarbones were clearly defined, his long, fair neck resembled a singing swan as she spoke. The back was also open, revealing a beauty that was elegant rather than erotic. The silver gauze at the hem of his skirt drifted softly with his every step, creating a hazy beauty that stood out under the light. A platinum ornament hung from his chest, she wore simple Sapphire earrings—the same color as his eyes, the flawless gemstones and his clear eyes reflecting each other's brilliance.
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The beautiful woman's companion was undoubtedly someone to be envied.
However, those present could not bring themselves to feel any jealousy.
Setting aside the terrible personality of Gin during his youth, his appearance could truly be described by the idiom "pleasing to the eye." His green eyes held the coldness of snow-capped mountain peaks, he appeared even more elegant and refined when he wasn't smiling. In his youth, his features still retained a hint of greenness and a touch of arrogance.
We could, for the sake of argument, call him a "beautiful youth."
—This was also the reason why Vermouth had incited him to use seduction back then.
Now that he has grown up, the youthful innocence between his brows has faded, replaced by more defined features and a more mature—and somewhat colder—aura.
He could no longer be described as "beautiful"; that word was too neutral. In its place was handsome.
A sternness that carried the sharp, lethal aura of a blade and the freezing chill of midwinter snow.
His rare silver-haired locks hung down his back, with fine, side-swept bangs just barely covering his eyes, his cold green eyes carried a hint of icy chill under the Light.
He was tall and well-built, not at all frail. His black trench coat had been replaced by a black formal suit, yet his aura of "keep away" remained as formidable as ever.
His aura was enough to make any intelligent person overlook his appearance, but his looks could certainly not be described as anything less than exceptional.
Vermouth smiled brightly as she leaned against Gin's arm, his warm, soft body pressed against him. Gin remained completely indifferent. After she gave him a look that was half-coquettish and half-teasing, the silver-haired youth froze for three seconds.
—And then he steadied her.
Vermouth: "??"
The Blonde-haired woman's smile froze for a second, then she keenly noticed that Gin's gaze seemed to be.. looking at his shoes?
Gin was indeed looking at his shoes.
The light gray high heels complemented Vermouth's outfit perfectly. The Oscar Best Actress was already tall, with the ten-centimeter high heels on, she appeared only slightly shorter than Gin. The sleek design and the clearly expensive material emphasized the essence of these shoes being "expensive," "very expensive," and "extremely expensive."
However, Gin did not care about this; he only worried about whether she would sprain her ankle because of these shoes—thereby affecting the mission.
Be careful.