Madra knows, Gin doesn't think Brandy wouldn't know either.
However, he also had Bourbon to thank; if it weren't for him, the Silver-haired youth truly wouldn't have known that, after all these years, the Organization remained so cautious regarding information related to Sherry.
For various reasons, the Silver-haired youth assigned Amuro Tooru to his subordinates, which, while preventing him from further contact with the Truth, also declared his ownership over him.
[Bourbon] being taken over by [Gin] also meant that his previous investigation into Sherry would also be managed by him.
Others have no right to interfere.
Considering the current relationship between the two and Gin's concern regarding this matter, the Black Organization did not dwell on it too much—perhaps in their eyes, if Bourbon could pass Gin's investigation, then this matter would likely be dismissed as merely a coincidence.
But Scotland, who had been close to Bourbon, was not so lucky.
Compared to Amuro Tooru, Scotland is certainly extraordinary in character, but when it comes to disguise, he is still a notch below Bourbon; under the organization's testing, he is not quite as "flawless."
So, I shouldn't be the one taking the blame for this.
Gin seriously reasoned through the cause and effect, then convinced himself with a clear conscience.
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Author's Note: (1) The environment Gin faces is one where the people around him during his youth were 'evil'; in such times, even if it is difficult for him to understand right from wrong, it is because no one ever told him what was 'wrong.'
Even after growing up, even if he knew that everyone considered such behavior to be wrong, it was difficult for him to truly feel it in her heart.
Take an example: if everyone believes that driving is legal and everyone thinks this way, it becomes difficult for anyone to even consider the question of whether driving is illegal; you have already formed this awareness and accept it as the norm.
At this moment, if someone tells you that driving is illegal, that doing so makes you a criminal and will lead to your death, you might choose not to drive because of this, but it would be difficult to feel a true sense of "driving is a heinous crime" in your heart. In this case, your decision not to drive is likely motivated by seeking benefit and avoiding harm—a desire to avoid breaking the law—rather than a genuine belief that it is a heinous crime.
This is very important, it seems it was mentioned before; I'm mentioning it again just in case everyone (including the author) forgets..
(2) This is actually a clue from the previous text.
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The invisible bickering between Gin and Scotland in this chapter is quite interesting to imagine.
Scotland's personality hasn't been heavily emphasized in the original work yet. If the official canon contradicts this later.. well, I won't be responsible for that QAQ
He was actually very intelligent and perceptive, at the same time, a very responsible member of the Public Security.
In this situation, he had almost no options left. Gin was currently an "enemy," and his identity had been exposed to the enemy; he didn't even know when it had been leaked. This forced him to be extremely cautious, to the point where he couldn't contact many people—fearing he would expose them.
Technically, Gin had actually suffered two minor setbacks—though, of course, he didn't care. If it hadn't been for the unequal amount of information, Scotland wouldn't have been in such a passive position.
However, even under these circumstances, he still made every effort to make arrangements, he bartered with the "enemy" with great ease.
Gin had his own arrangements, he simply took advantage of Scotland when the opportunity arose.
He admired Scotland because he was well aware of Scotland's situation; even in such circumstances, Scotland could remain calm and launch a counterattack, even showed a subtle willingness to face death—though, of course, Gin himself would never admit the latter.
In the next chapter, I can finally let Touko out.
And Akai.. I'll try to have him make an appearance as well..
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By the way:
Seriously, you guys won QAQ
I thought I could wait another two or three days before posting more updates, but I didn't expect it to come this quickly.
However, Little Angels must not spam the comments. My original intention for setting this goal was twofold: on one hand, I want to see more messages from Little Angels, on the other, I will be getting busy again in a while.. so I want to write as much as I can while I can.
I don't have any stockpiled chapters for this story; my current updates are basically squeezed out from my spare time. I am very happy to see everyone discussing and acting cute, it makes me very happy to see a few "checking in" or "throwing flowers" comments as well, but there is no need to go back and catch up—please have some sympathy for the author QAQ.
This is going to be the death of me QAQ
The extra chapters might be merged with the previous ones or released separately; you can tell by the word count. Generally, if it's around five or six thousand words, I've combined two chapters into one.
Alright, as promised, there will be another update tonight.
Oh, one more thing: spamming zero-point comments doesn't count!!
And, if everyone is re-reading and leaves a comment on previous chapters, I will be very happy; however, please try not to go back specifically to make up for lost points.. I will be very happy if you leave more comments under the most recent chapters~
Chapter 68 Chapter 64 Amuro lazily retorted..
The environment of the Black Organization is very tempering—of course, the attrition rate is also much higher than that of ordinary institutions.
High risk, high reward—however, if one wanted to live a somewhat peaceful life, joining the grassroots level or handling logistics were also good options; in this regard, the Black Organization was quite open-minded.
However, as an undercover agent, Amuro Tooru obviously couldn't go to those places suitable for "retirement." As the frequency of his missions increased rapidly, this guy's combat skills and experience became incomparable to what they once were.
However, compared to Gin, he was still a step behind.
Bourbon let out a helpless sigh, then silently comforted himself; at the very least, he had held out much longer this time than the last time, hadn't he?
But how exactly did I offend this big shot?
Before he could think further, he heard Gin casually toss out a single command, "Follow," before walking toward the door with composed demeanor. Reaching out with a long arm, he grabbed his black trench coat, with the hem sweeping through the air with a faint rustle of wind, Gin had already returned to his usual attire.
He casually picked up the beret he had brought and put it on his head, his green eyes sweeping over Amuro Tooru, who was half-reclining on the ground, barely supporting himself with his arms, with a hint of urgency in his gaze.
"Got it—" the latter replied weakly, but his movements as he stood up were indeed crisp and decisive, without a moment's delay.
Gin turned and stepped away, his posture as composed as ever, as if the recent intense exertion had barely affected him; however, the glistening beads of sweat on his snow-white neck and sharp nose revealed that he was not entirely unaffected.
In fact, it was indeed not easy.
Amuro Tooru's progress was incredibly rapid. When he first joined the Black Organization, Gin could easily subdue him, but now he had to face a struggle. Her abdomen was still aching faintly; Bourbon's two punches hadn't held back even a little bit.
It was just that he had always been skilled at enduring pain, maintaining a composed exterior without showing even the slightest hint of it.
Of course, he still couldn't compare to her—that was clearly evident from the other's state.
Although he had suffered a bit of a loss—or rather, sustained some injuries, Gin was still in a very good mood after having a thorough, exhilarating fight.
Otherwise, one could say that fighting is a great way to relieve stress.
Of course, this is predicated on the condition that you can actually beat your opponent—everyone has their own way of venting, but being used as a punching bag is not exactly a pleasant experience.
As the Whisky Trio's seniority within the Black Organization grew, their missions became increasingly difficult, their status rose in proportion. As for Gin, while he felt a sense of "just as expected" in her heart, he also felt a faint sense of admiration.
After all, he admired the strong.
So he casually tossed her own car keys aside, looking toward the powerhouse he had just lectured with complete composure. "Want to go drag racing?"
Amuro Tooru raised his hand and steadily caught the car keys; the small silver-white object had a simple design with exquisite details, its logo shimmering under the sunlight. Morning light flickered across the blonde hair of the purple-grey eyed youth, landing on his slightly upturned lips: "You certainly know how to boss people around!"
Gin did not respond to the half-joking teasing, merely casting a sideways glance with his green eyes.
Amuro Tooru felt a jolt in his heart as he was stared at by him, his brow twitching. He steadied his emotions before tilting his head and leaning his head against his hand, his tone filled with helplessness: "Okay, okay, but why give this to me?" He then casually shook the car keys in his hand.
"A competition is only good when the sides are evenly matched." Gin gave a faint, knowing smile, implying that your car was simply too trashed.
Amuro Tooru was speechless. The result of his reckless driving during the last mission was not only the successful completion of the mission, but also the tragic sacrifice of his Mazda. Until the Logistics Equipment Department repaired it for him—or simply replaced it with a new car—his ride was in much worse shape than before.
There was no room to argue this point, so Amuro Tooru decided to win him back on a different front: "When it comes to driving skills, you might not be able to beat me."
Gin's eyebrows twitched slightly, his expression turning somewhat playful, before his thin lips curled into a slight smirk, effectively accepting the challenge.
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Shimabukuro Kimie's arrival truly put a great deal of pressure on Nana, it also presented some obstacles for the young couple.
After all, before he could be certain of Zhenjun's intentions, Nana did not quite dare to show affection with Yaji in front of Kimie.
This directly resulted in their frequency of meeting decreasing significantly.
Fortunately, Kimie had some business to attend to over the next few days, allowing Yaji to visit Nana's house openly.
The day before, Niwang had stayed late, so Nana simply had him stay overnight. The Silver-haired youth had stayed over before, so he simply nodded and informed his Family.
Niwang's parents were quite open-minded; not only did they easily agree to their son's request, but they also specifically asked him about Nana. The Black-haired girl wasn't quite sure what they were discussing, her curiosity, combined with her concern for her boyfriend, made her feel a bit uneasy, but seeing her boyfriend's slightly reddened earlobes..
Now Nana no longer wanted to know what they were actually talking about.
After tidying up the guest room for the Silver-haired youth, he walked out of the door just in time to see the youth hang up the phone. Nana looked at his boyfriend with a half-smile, startling the otherwise calm youth.
He felt inexplicably guilty, his right hand patting the Sofa in a panic. "What's wrong?"
Nana teased him with a playful look, then turned his head away and said with an innocent expression, "It's nothing."
The Black-haired female detective had no intention of exposing his Boyfriend's little scheme; sometimes it is better to be a bit oblivious. He pointed a Finger toward the guest room and said leisurely, "This is your room. I've already tidied it up, so just make do for one night."
Oh, okay.." Yaji responded somewhat distractedly, then watched Nana walk toward the pile of clutter in the living room, feeling somewhat bewildered. "Aren't you going to sleep yet?
He nodded, his thoughts completely drawn to that pile of clutter: "Go to sleep first, I still have to wait a bit longer."
In those years of war and chaos, many things were lost; these were the only memories Nana had left, some of which were even things Gin had brought to his in the future.
She had organized these countless times over the years, she knew exactly what was inside.
Yet she still could not help but organize and look through it over and over again.
Yaji looked dejectedly at his Girlfriend, who was already ignoring him, sighed, "Then I'll sleep later; I'll stay with you for a while first."
Nana said nothing, appearing to have placed all his attention on the clutter. However, in a place where the Silver-haired youth could not see, he silently curled his brows and eyes into a smile.
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Two silver-white sports cars sped past on the deserted highway, their speed so immense that only the whistling sound of the wind remained in their wake, trailing far behind their departing silhouettes.
Even though the windows were tightly closed, the sound of wind friction against the air still created a continuous, roaring noise. Gin gripped the steering wheel tightly with both hands, his sharp gaze sweeping toward Amuro, who was driving alongside him like a bolt of lightning.
The result of the cars traveling at similar speeds was that their relative speed was quite slow. The silver-haired youth let out a light chuckle, as sunlight glided through his silver-haired hair, reflecting tiny glimmers of light.
He slammed on the gas, accelerating once again.
The blonde-haired youth's peripheral vision shifted to the silver sports car that had already pulled ahead; his pupils dilated slightly as he let out a soft scold of "madman," yet an involuntary smile played upon his lips before he pressed down on the accelerator, refusing to be outdone.
I wonder who was the one calling someone a 'madman' just now.
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Nana's good mood throughout the entire day was finally brought to a massive "STOP" in the middle of the night.
The black-haired young female detective stared at the fallen string of letters with a conflicted expression, his face full of shock and confusion.
"What's wrong, puri~?" The Silver-haired youth, who was clearly yawning incessantly while sitting on the Sofa, also looked quite dazed. Looking at his Girlfriend's expression, he felt himself becoming somewhat more alert.
It's nothing.." Nana murmured, while stroking those newly emerged fellows: "It's just these.. I haven't seen them before.