However, just as he was preparing to leave for the second time, that same voice called out to him once again.
Wait.." This time the voice was much clearer, but the slow pace revealed the owner's hesitation. "Last time you treated me to a drink, so this time I'll treat you, how about that?
The Silver-haired youth raised his eyebrows high, a feeling that was almost laughable arising in his heart.
Is Japanese Public Security really this naive? You've got to be kidding me.
However, Scotland's reaction unexpectedly piqued Gin's interest.
So he said, "Fine."
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Author's Note: "These words are half-true and half-false, making it impossible to tell how much truth is contained within them." This refers to the experiences Heine previously shared with Gin; his own experiences were not entirely true either.
He was quite a perceptive person; after all, if Gin hadn't provided Spoilers, he wouldn't have known about the fact that 'Undercover is everywhere.'
However, he did not know everything; he only felt that the Black Organization's methods were becoming increasingly bold and that the people within were a mixed bag, making him feel that a storm was brewing. But he didn't go to Italy just because of this.
Heine and Gin have a good relationship, but personal matters are separate from business; they wouldn't hesitate to screw each other over when it comes to official business.
Gin knew he was hiding something, not just because of his personality and attitude, but for a very obvious reason—one that I think you all have noticed as well.
Do you remember me saying before that Heine is of mixed Japanese and Italian descent?
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Gin: Don't be too curious, youth.
Scotland..
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Chapter 62: "Let's make a promise"..
As the Black Organization's top killer, Gin holds significant influence within the organization.
As someone who has long lived between the lines of black and white, he naturally has his own network of connections—especially after he developed intentions to leave the Black Organization.
Therefore, being able to learn some "secrets" was nothing out of the ordinary.
For example, the Black Organization's deal next month.
“If this matter succeeds, hundreds of people will die.” Gin leisurely swirled the glass in his hand. Under the soft light in the private room, the amber liquid appeared much gentler, like a small lake, shimmering with every movement of his wrist.
His tone was very mild, as if the words coming out of his mouth were nothing particularly shocking, not even a single expression changed on his face.
However, Scotland was not in such a good mood.
His clear pupils suddenly contracted, but his professional qualities as a qualified undercover agent allowed him to force himself to remain calm, revealing no flaws; however, no matter how anxious he was about the information Gin had revealed, he had to consider another problem at this moment.
Why would Gin tell him this?
Especially after saying, "Or rather, you won't be in a good mood very soon."
So he laughed, seemingly not taking the news to heart: "Isn't this a good thing for us?"
For me—" Gin curled his lips into a slight, mocking sneer, correcting his wording, "It might not be true for you.
He raised an eyebrow and looked up, his dark green eyes like a lake in winter—the frozen surface crystal clear, yet terrifyingly cold and startlingly sharp.
“Mr. Spy.”
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Nana is tidying things up.
Even though she is a girl, Nana is quite "carefree" in certain aspects; when it comes to unimportant matters, she basically maintains a "just get it over with" attitude.
Therefore, under normal circumstances, she worked very quickly, although in terms of the final outcome, this would cause her results to become quite a mess; however—
As long as I can find them when I need them, it's fine.
However, this time was an exception.
This time, she moved quite slowly and was extremely careful while handling the items—if she could apply this level of diligence to her daily life, she wouldn't have to rummage through every drawer and cabinet just to find something.
The reason was actually quite simple.
—She is organizing her parents' and Sister's belongings.
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Scotland suddenly lunged.
This was not an unexpected reaction for Gin. In fact, if Scotland could have remained calm, he would have noticed that Gin's muscles were tense during their conversation, ready to strike at any moment.
However, when faced with a situation as fatal to a spy as having one's identity exposed, we cannot expect every person whose cover is blown to remain calm and view the matter with equanimity.
So Gin tilted his head back to dodge the punch Scotland swung at him, his hand bracing against the table without a single blink. Using the strength from his braced hand, he propelled his body upward and used his other hand to deliver a sharp elbow strike to Scotland, who was too slow to react.
In the split second that the latter dodged to avoid the pain, Gin dropped into a single-legged crouch on the table, leaning his body forward. His right hand gripped Scotland's shoulder joint, his long, jade-like fingers exerting sudden, forceful pressure.
As if gripped by a pair of pliers, Scotland found himself unable to break free for a moment. However, he was quick to react; with a sudden twist of his body, his other, uncontrolled hand swung out in a fierce knife-hand strike aimed at Gin's seemingly fair and delicate neck.
However, before he could reach the Silver-haired youth's vitals, his movement was abruptly halted.
The pitch-black, gleaming Beretta possessed an appearance that would drive countless gun enthusiasts into a frenzy, but for Scotland, who had it pressed against his head, he was in no mood to care about how well Gin maintained this handgun.
The Silver-haired youth's eyes darkened, the murderous aura surrounding him was no longer concealed, as if he were a Leopard finally about to devour his prey.
However, in the next second, this hidden beast smiled.
As he smiled, his entire being seemed to transform.
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On a day off, Nani-chan, who had come to visit his Girlfriend's home, tilted his head and watched the Black-haired girl slowly organizing things.
He actually really wanted to help, but after his previous offer was ruthlessly rejected, he could only sit on the Sofa, feeling quite bored.
—Perhaps it wasn't exactly boredom.
After all, for a young couple, quietly watching one another is a kind of peaceful, tranquil time in a certain sense.
But he still couldn't help himself: "What on earth are you doing?"
Nana's movements stopped, the Black-haired girl froze for a long while, her Green eyes appearing like a misty lake, hazy and indistinct.
After a long while, she finally came to her senses and pursed her pale, thin lips.
The Silver-haired youth's gaze fell uncontrollably upon his lips. Perhaps because the weather had been too dry these past few days, Nana's lips were somewhat chapped and peeling, looking exceptionally pitiful amidst her slightly dazed expression.
Niwang paused, his throat bobbing as he stood up and stepped forward with long, smooth, effortless strides.
Then he placed a hand on his girlfriend's shoulder, seeing his own reflection in her eyes, which had widened in surprise, he leaned down to plant a kiss on her.
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The weather has been too dry these past few days.
To the point that even Gin's lips were somewhat chapped.
Naturally, he wouldn't use something like lip balm; his good looks were entirely natural, which was truly enough to make one feel envious and resentful.
This gave Nana a certain pitiable quality at times, but on Gin, it instead made him seem more real.
At the very least, he no longer looked invincible and flawless.
This smile no longer held the previous mockery; instead, it carried a hint of genuine sincerity, softening his entire demeanor and making those green eyes appear even clearer.
However, the handgun pressed against Scotland's head remained firm, with enough pressure to make the contact point turn slightly red, making Scotland wonder if he intended to simply blow a hole straight through him with the gun.
This seemingly mercurial youth said in a smooth voice, "Actually, I don't care much about your identity either."
The best joke of the year.
Scotland should have evaluated it that way.
However, what truly surprised him was that he actually felt Gin was telling the truth.
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"What are you doing?" The Black-haired girl helplessly pushed her boyfriend away, feeling both annoyed and amused, yet the gaze she cast upon Niwang was incredibly gentle, carrying a hint of indulgence.
Niwang lowered his head, gently nuzzling Nana's neck. The latter couldn't help but let out an uncontrollable, light giggle: "It tickles—stop it—"
However, she had no intention of pushing the Silver-haired youth away.
“What on earth are you doing?” Niwang looked up, his arm halfway around Nana's waist, his pointed chin resting on the Black-haired girl's shoulder, his voice as soft as melting candy, carrying a hint of enchantment: "You're being so serious, I'm starting to get jealous."
"Don't talk nonsense," Nana said with a playful scold, leaning into Niwang's embrace as she fell silent.
The Silver-haired youth did not disturb her, quietly waiting for his girlfriend to make a decision.
He knew the Black-haired girl had some little secrets.
She also knew that this girl wanted to protect her.
So he didn't ask many questions, wanting only for her to tell him herself.
No matter what her choice was, he would support her.
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Coming from an Organization high-level member, these words didn't seem like the truth, no matter how you looked at them.
But for Gin, these words were absolutely genuine, truer than pearls—after all, the latter could sometimes be nothing more than a fake.
However, Gin understood Scotland's reaction quite well, so without waiting for an answer, he took the initiative to speak with great understanding, his tone exceptionally relaxed: "Let's make a pact."
Scotland did not answer, merely frowning slightly as he looked at him—it was an expression of doubt.
Gin didn't care either: "I will provide you with the relevant intelligence regarding this mission. You can do your best to stop it—if you are capable of doing so."