That beauty possessed a pair of pure white eyes, silver hair like moonlight, skin so white it seemed to have lost all its pigment.
—"Like they have both cataracts and albinism." This was Gin's attitude the first time he heard of this legendary beauty.
—"Silver hair?" That was Shiratori Midori's first reaction upon hearing this story.
At that moment, Gin's mouth twitched, with a cold face, he stated that he had absolutely nothing to do with that beauty.
This almost sickly appearance was not actually a good thing; its meaning was not "precious," but rather "taboo." Thus, this "Snow White" remained confined within the high tower, unable to step outside, until the day she turned fifteen.
The fifteen-year-old girl, with her innocent gaze and nearly perfect, exquisite features, was like a Fawn in the forest, a fairy in the mountains, or a Sea nymph from Greek Mythology.
This "Snow White" was beautiful, so beautiful that her eerie, stark whiteness became the very definition of pure and flawless, reaching a level where people would fall at her feet after just a single glimpse.
Thus, "taboo" turned back into "precious."
Unfortunately, "Snow White" was not the real Snow White; she was a Witch. Much like her surname, she was an ambitious beauty who was passionate about "ruling."
Beauty, love, power, schemes, methods, combat skills, more—they were all merely tools in her hands.
She was undoubtedly a beauty, undoubtedly a genius. Born during World War II and raised in a lonely, dark place, she carried a surname of "rule." From the age of fifteen to twenty-one, she turned his family upside down; they flourished because of his and fell because of him.
Then, at the age of twenty-one, her brilliant life came to an abrupt end.
It is said that one of her suitors once built a life-sized statue of her made of pure silver, named it Bonny Silver." Gin paused, frowning thoughtfully, before continuing, "It was also called Silver Lady.
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Author's Note: (1) In the previous text, Nana and Takao Haruki did indeed meet several years ago.
(2) Everyone knows what Silver means, while Bonny is used to describe something beautiful.
(3) Varisi means to rule.
The code in the text is basically functional; it consists of a few lines excerpted from a series of complete codes for calculating the Estimated Trend, but I have modified some small data points, so there will likely be a slight error. Therefore, Gin "modified the error a bit."
There are some highlights in the code~
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Columba is not the same person as this one; one was born in Cuba during the Pig Bay incident, while the other was born during World War II.
Columba is a character from Heine's storyline, while this one belongs to another.
I have provided almost all of the clues for the former, while for the latter, I am currently laying the groundwork.
The treatment is also different; look, I've only told half of this one.. She is quite mysterious.
These are the two main original backstory elements in the text; everyone can start guessing now, lol.
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This two-in-one chapter is finally finished, the next chapter will begin the Scotland incident~
The author's right hand was accidentally cut.. This chapter was typed with my left hand.. Please bear with me if there are many typos, feel free to remind me QAQ
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Thanks to Qiqi Little Angel's landmine, love you mwah~
Thank you, Saguaro Little Angel, for the mine, love you mwah~
Thank you, cc Little Angel, for the landmine, love you mwah~
Thanks to Yue Leng Chen Qing, Zhou Mo de Ban Che, Ri Ye, Kong Shan Jue Little Angel for the nutrient solution, love you all, mwah~
Chapter 73 Chapter 69 My Subordinate, It's Not Yet Someone Else's Turn..
A major incident occurred within the Black Organization.
The arms deal with the Nichiwa-kai that the Japan Branch has been preparing for recently has been disrupted.
This incident caused them immense losses, the leak of information was clearly the work of an insider. For a time, the atmosphere within the Black Organization was one of extreme tension, with everyone living in fear.
Many people had already entered the Punishment Room, where various ancient and modern torture devices were being put to work. The interrogators were rarely working overtime like this, the congealed blood and hoarse screams made even those passing by chance tremble with fear.
For a moment, even the air seemed to be thick with a heavy, pungent scent of blood.
Under this "better to kill the innocent than let a guilty one go" attitude, many people were caught up in the fallout, including several Cadres who had already received codenames—after all, those who could obtain such information clearly held high status.
Under such high pressure, some unexpected surprises emerged; several moles embedded within the organization were exposed by chance, while at the same time, some innocent people were implicated and suffered unwarranted disasters.
However, Gin only knew of these things.
After all, he was still on a mission.
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Nana's face was terrifyingly pale.
If she hadn't accidentally taken a wrong turn and wandered around the intersection for a long time, eventually choosing a small path to head home, she wouldn't have discovered that she was actually being followed.
The black-haired female detective forced herself to calm down, trying her best not to reveal any weaknesses, while her mind raced to figure out exactly what kind of person she had provoked.
The sun was nearing the horizon, the clouds in the sky were layered and dyed in shades of orange-red, their magnificence tinged with the desolation of twilight. This desolation lingered heavily in Nana's heart.
Along with it, a sense of panic bubbled up in her heart like a series of gurgling bubbles.
She probably also knew that if she didn't come up with a solution quickly, her fate would likely not be optimistic.
—He might just end up reuniting with his Parents.
She walked along the road with an expressionless face, appearing to casually take out her mobile phone to check the time, while simultaneously unlocking it and navigating to the SMS Page to hurriedly type and send a line of text. Seeing that she could no longer delay, she nonchalantly slipped the mobile phone into her coat pocket.
At the same time, her hands, which were slightly calloused, began to grope around persistently, blindly typing and sending another SMS.
Composing herself, Nana decided to take a different route.
Even if it made her look suspicious—after all, she was already almost home. But there was a lower chance of the other party making a move outside, she would be safer.
However, at that moment, his mobile phone rang.
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Gin was somewhat unsettled.
This was not because of the recent upheavals within the Black Organization—in fact, for certain reasons, he knew exactly what had caused these changes, to the point where he could almost be considered an 'accomplice.'
So after the incident occurred, it naturally came as no surprise.
Perhaps because he was longing for Takao Haruki's Gift, he appeared exceptionally assertive during the mission. As the Boss, he took on about eighty percent of the work, from planning to execution, while the two Newcomers who should have been contributing instead became slackers.
As a result, a mission that would normally take a week was completed and the return trip was made in less than three days.
Fortunately, Gin's usually decisive and efficient manner was well-known, so this "anomaly" went unnoticed by the two Newcomers who did not know him.
Chianti and Korn probably thought he was in a bad mood; one drove the car quietly while the other sat silently in the back, suppressed by the low pressure emanating from Gin, not even daring to breathe loudly.
They arrived at the Base in silence. Before the two could even react, the Silver-haired youth opened the car door on his own, coldly tossed out the words, "Write your own Report and send it to me," and walked away without looking back.
His attitude was incredibly arrogant, his departure so effortless that it spoke volumes.
The two newbies left behind looked at each other in confusion.
They stared at each other for a while, Chianti looked completely out of it: "What's wrong with Gin?"
Korn tilted his head in thought for a moment before giving a very calm response that offered absolutely no constructive input: "I don't know."
Gin, who was being discussed by the two, was actually doing nothing wrong, at most he was just a bit distracted—if Vermouth and Heine were by his side, they would be able to see through this distraction with little effort; if it were Rye and Bourbon, it likely wouldn't be much of a mystery either; and if it were Vodka, he might even be able to sense it to some extent.
However, Chianti and Korn were no exception.
—This was perhaps the main reason why Gin acted so brazenly without any attempt at concealment.
The Silver-haired youth walked toward his private studio without any expression on his face—that's right, he had a studio here, though he rarely visited, to the point that the most common "work" performed in the studio was gathering dust.
Then, he ran straight into Vermouth.
He looked at him with a hint of surprise in his expression, she did not hesitate to voice the reason for his surprise: "You're back so soon?"
Oh, that's right, she knew about Gin's mission this time.
The Silver-haired youth maintained a cold and weary demeanor, his blue-green eyes slightly narrowing, carrying a hint of chilling frost and the lingering scent of gunpowder.
The latter was the kind that Vermouth was very familiar with, so she laughed nonchalantly. He raised his right hand and casually used his index finger to twirl the golden hair scattered across his chest, his green eyes narrowing slightly to reveal a hint of laziness, looking like a luxurious big cat slowly licking its paws: "Are you tired, or is there still some pent-up frustration you haven't fully released?"
Gin lowered his eyes, a trace of a mocking curve pulling at the corners of his mouth: "And what else do you know?"
Vermouth shook his head slowly, but the movement of his fingers grew increasingly rapid: "I have no idea, I'm just guessing."
The Silver-haired youth gave a snort of laughter in response.
The Blonde-haired beauty did not care, blinking her clear, wave-like eyes, instigated, "Why not consider executing a traitor to vent some anger?"
To Vermouth, acting as if killing were a form of entertainment was a natural thing to say, to Gin, it sounded perfectly natural as well.
However, the latter's focus upon hearing those words was quite different from what Vermouth had intended.
Gin suppressed the twitching at the corners of his mouth, his previous agitation subsided significantly—in a sense, Vermouth's objective had been largely successful.
He thought to himself, could the Black Organization be made up of traitors? Another traitor—at this rate, they could open a mini United Nations!
"Who is it?" No matter how much he cursed inwardly, Gin maintained his professional composure on the surface, his speech clear, concise, to the point.
“Scotland—” Vermouth said nonchalantly, even sounding a bit teasing, "Speaking of which, he and Bourbon get along quite well."
Oh.
Even Gin himself was surprised by the fact that he had no particular reaction to this news.
The initial admiration, the subsequent regret, even the faint hesitation from a few days ago—at this moment, as everything has finally settled, they have all vanished into nothingness.
Now that the Organization has already set its sights on Scotland, no matter what his original intentions were, it would be impossible for him to step in and help.
To put it bluntly, he wasn't even close to Scotland.. how could he possibly expose himself for him?
He was always rational.
Always..
Even though he knew all this, even though he saw everything clearly, even though the plan was already on the right track—
Yet he was not particularly happy.
Within his chest, there lingered only a slight, hollow trance.