Since he had already become involved, returning empty-handed was not in his character.
Perhaps because he had regained his usual composure, Gin vaguely thought of another thing that was about to happen.
He curled his lips slightly into a smirk and turned his back to the twilight outside the window. "Tell Rye the exact time Cavendish acts, also—"
Green eyes emitted a faint, wolf-like cold light in the darkness: "Have Sheila come to the crime scene as well. If necessary, stop Bourbon."
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Have Sheila also go to the crime scene. If necessary, intercept Bourbon.
There was no time to process the amount of information contained in that sentence before Heine's expression instantly turned cold.
His long fingers gripped the mobile phone tightly, his expression terrifyingly grim, his entire being radiating a chilling aura that warned others to stay away.
The blonde-haired man said in a low voice, his words as if squeezed out through his teeth: "What does this have to do with Sheila—!"
“You know it.” Gin did not answer directly, instead pointing out the answer that seemed incredibly obvious to him.
Then you should also know that it's impossible!" Heine roared, completely disregarding the identity of the person opposite him, "Don't—you—dare—touch—him!
He declared solemnly.
You want to protect him?" Gin thought the whole thing was quite laughable. "You know that's impossible.
“Don't think that just because you've caught me in a mistake, you can threaten me.” Heine's blue eyes took on an icy sheen, the man's dashing, handsome features faintly twisted into something menacing.
He gripped the back of the Sofa with one hand, using so much force that he almost tore the leather surface apart: "At worst, it's—"
At worst, it's a fight to the death.
"The moment she joined the Black Organization, the moment she received her codename, it became impossible." The silver-haired youth ignored Heine's shouting, stating the facts with indifference. His gaze drifted gloomily toward the living room, which remained a total mess.
"This is my business, it has nothing to do with you." A flash of pain crossed Heine's eyes, but his voice remained as firm as ever, completely unmoved.
“Gin,” he said unhurriedly, though his tone carried more strength than his previous frantic state, “I don't want to be your enemy.”
I don't want to be your enemy.
Your methods, your intellect, your skills—I know them all. That is why I never wanted an enemy like you.
But if you insist on touching her, then we will have no choice but to—
The low voice of the silver-haired youth opposite him interrupted Heine's contemplation. Heine didn't know what Gin was thinking, but he could hear a hint of distorted bewilderment in the silver-haired youth's voice coming through the mobile phone: "You care about her so much.."
Then came another cold, soulless sneer: "Don't forget your own status. Having someone you care about this much.. the ending likely won't be a good one."
That's your—" Heine sneered in retaliation, his words like a sharp blade intended to pierce the other person recklessly as revenge for their previous words. "Not wanting to have a weakness is your business; watching his die while you stand there helplessly is your business! Don't you fucking project your own thoughts onto me!
I am willing to protect her; that is my business.
I am willing to take on the dangers she faces; it is my choice.
I am not like you!
Every word and sentence from him was like a Fierce beast whose territory had been violated, like a dying Leopard letting out its final roar, his voice was hoarse yet exceptionally firm.
Even for someone like me, with a status like mine, there are still things I want to protect at any cost!
A long silence.
After a long silence, a slight movement came from the other side.
The tone was so weak that Heine almost doubted whether the person speaking was actually Gin.
He said, "Shut up."
Heine thought: While he was causing the other to feel pain, he was also causing himself pain.
Wasn't Gin the same?
..
No one imagined that the one to break the silence would be Sheila.
The girl with the stunning, celestial beauty walked out quietly, her every movement seemingly accompanied by a soft, glowing light effect; with just a few steps, she walked as if she were on a runway.
The Black-haired girl was beautiful and bright, her blue eyes reflecting the scenery of lakes and mountains; she looked at Heine quietly, who could not hide his astonishment.
Sheila smiled—when he smiled, it was as if spring flowers were blooming on a branch: "What did he ask me to do?"
Heine frowned as he put down his mobile phone, his eyes staring darkly at Sheila, muttered, "It's nothing, it has nothing to do with you."
He paused for two seconds before adding, "Mind your own business."
“I won't meddle.”
The last sentence was strangely echoed by Sheila and Heine; the latter was slightly startled, but Sheila remained composed: "Is this what you wanted to say?"
Heine was momentarily speechless.
If you tell me not to care.. then shouldn't my business also be none of your concern?" As he spoke, Sheila's expression was very gentle, his eyes faintly carrying a trace of a smile—as well as reassurance: "You don't have to hide everything from me.
I am no longer the little girl under your wings from before." She stated softly, but in stark contrast to her voice, the Black-haired girl's tone was exceptionally firm: "I can fly on my own, I can protect others too.
In Heine's suddenly widened eyes, Sheila suddenly laughed, within the former's clear blue pupils, a gorgeous face revealed a hint of cunning.
She blinked, her expression carrying a lightness that had no business being in this setting, a joy of revealing a secret, a hint of playfulness: "When you recognized me, didn't you stop to think whether I would recognize you?"
“Brother.”
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Author's Note: This chapter is an extra chapter added for reaching 3,800 comments.
I wrote a lot today.
There are over 7,000 words in these two chapters, plus another 2,000+ words from the new concept being previewed in the adjacent short story collection..
So tired, going to sleep, mwah~
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Thanks to Gongjun Wangshu Little Angel for the two landmines, love you, mwah!
Thank you, isa Little Angel, for the mine, love you mwah~
Thank you to Ban Yaozhu Little Angel for the landmine, love you mwah~
Thanks to Riri Yeye Little Angel for the mine, love you mwah~
Thanks to the Little Angels who provided nutrient solution: Xiangyang Xiangyu Little Angel, Ye Ling, Dasheng's Little Skirt, Zhoumo's Shuttle, Kongshan Jue, Shang, Wuguan Fengyue, Xia, the Little Angels who provided me with nutrient solution, love you all!
Chapter 80 Chapter 76 So.. Rye is going to take over my..
Time passed minute by minute, second by second.
The afterglow of the sunset grew increasingly dim, the sky gradually turned pitch black. As the sun and moon took turns in their cycle, the moon slowly revealed its true form as the sun gradually withdrew its radiance.
A gentle evening breeze blew across the earth; though it lacked the laziness and warmth of a sunny day, the night wind was soothing, making it a fairly pleasant night.
It's just a pity that there are always those who are in no mood to enjoy the scenery.
Gin frowned slightly as he gazed out the window, occasionally glancing at the clock face. A ripple of anxiety appeared in his dark green eyes, only to be suppressed again in the blink of an eye.
Less than twenty minutes left.
..
The night wind was a bit chilly.
The wind swirled across the ground, kicking up several withered, yellow leaves. They drifted up and then fell, adding a touch of curiosity to the children peering curiously from the roadside, adding a touch of charm to the night view.
The young girl in a short skirt carried her newly purchased bag as she strolled down the street. As a gust of wind blew against her, she couldn't help but shiver. She paused, glanced at the surrounding buildings, then hurried into a 7-Eleven to buy a warm Mocha to ward off the chill.
However, not everyone can be as leisurely as the girl, able to go home whenever they want, showing off their youth by wearing short skirts that prioritize style over warmth, resting when tired by buying a hot coffee to warm their hands, sitting in an empty seat while watching the scenery outside the glass wall.
For example, Akai Shuichi and Scotland, who were currently in a standoff.
The former gazed at the latter's somewhat disheveled figure, amidst the other's wary and vigilant gaze, he felt a sense of reality regarding the fact that Scotland was an undercover for the first time.
"You don't need to worry." He tried to persuade her. Although he wasn't particularly skilled in this regard, Akai Shuichi, being from the Red side as well, offered the utmost sincerity to this person who could be considered a colleague—in that sense.
Akai Shuichi's cold expression softened slightly, he even revealed his identity: "I am the same as you, we are both.."
However, neither of the two people in conversation realized that in an abandoned building not far away, a black figure was slowly making its way up the stairs.
His figure was tall and slender, with powerful limbs and smooth muscle lines. In his well-defined hands, he steadily carried a long, black briefcase.
Sigh—" Cavendish slowly let out a yawn, a trace of physiological fatigue lingering in his eyes, while his handsome face displayed an expression that was a mix of helplessness and excitement. "I hope we can wrap this up soon.. I'm waiting to go home and play ranked matches.
..
Heine showed absolute disdain for Gin's actions—not to mention how much of that resentment stemmed from Gin putting Sheila in danger.
However, it was of no use—he still had to listen to Gin.
Even though he had already cursed Gin ten thousand times in his heart.
Sheila had already driven off, carrying quite a few 'tools' following Heine's rare, nagging reminders. This girl always acted decisively and sharply, possessing a very high efficiency that was quite reminiscent of her Mother's style in her own day.
Moving his finger, he sent a message over, using a traceable-proof proxy IP, of course. As for whether Rye would actually see it, Heine felt that was none of his business.
However—
I wonder just how much that guy actually knows—
“Well, well..” The handsome man rested one hand on the back of the sofa and rhythmically pressed the remote control with the other, yet his clear blue eyes did not even glance toward the high-definition wide-screen television.
I still quite like that guy.. but this feeling of having something held against me—
The blonde-haired man casually tossed aside the already useless remote control and propped his head up with one hand, his light gold hair falling across the back of his hand like scattered starlight.
How incredibly annoying!
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Cavendish slowly walked to the rooftop, where the view was wide and unobstructed, cast a casual glance around to find a suitable sniping position.
He casually took off his Coat, carefully opened the box in his hands, took out a well-maintained Barrett sniper rifle. After adjusting it, he easily picked up the certainly not lightweight piece of equipment, took a step forward, aimed the scope at his Target for tonight.
As one of the best snipers in the Black Organization, the success rate of any mission he took on was always guaranteed.
Rum's job couldn't be messed up either—