"I didn't," Sheila said, her eyes blinking innocently.
Pino closed her eyes and let out a long, heavy sigh.
Chaos and commotion.. I suppose that's about it.
But then again, what does their quarreling have to do with me?!
..
After the fierce battle of words had ended, Pino breathed in the fresh air under the sunlight, feeling a sense of relief as if she had narrowly escaped death.
Brother is really something else," Sheila sighed. "It's not like I'm actually going to implicate her.
"Are you truly ignorant, or are you just pretending to be?" Pino looked at Sheila with a half-smile, her usual expressionless face appearing much more vivid at this moment.
Sheila was noncommittal about this; she understood, of course, but there were simply some things she wanted to do.
Perhaps.. she inherited some of her Mother's personality in her bones.. right?
However, there was no point in saying that directly. She feigned ignorance with such confidence—or rather, she was being brazen despite having no grounds to be—saying, "It's not my first time either."
Pino looked at the indifferent expression on the face of the Black Organization's top beauty, thinking "Heh" in her heart, while uttering two words: "Obviously."
She said mockingly, "Dancing on the edge of his sanity with such skill—if you told me this was your first time, I wouldn't believe you!"
The medical specialist paused, then added, "I think Heine's heart problems are about to be caused by you."
The beauty gave a cold glance at the colleague who kept undermining him: "How could Heine develop heart disease so easily after all these years? If he truly has it, it only means her heart was already weak to begin with; don't just try to pin the blame on me."
After a brief pause, Sheila came to a crisp conclusion, her stunning face looking exceptionally radiant under the sunlight: "She should be thanking me instead."
Pino was left speechless, feeling the same frustration as the young master of their side, leaving her momentarily without words.
“Hey—Pino, do you know what they say?” While someone was speechless, the beauty had already smiled. Her smile blossomed amidst the warm sunlight, appearing exceptionally bright: “In our country, there is a saying: 'As long as you swing the hoe well, no corner is too stubborn to dig down!'”
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Author's Note: We're almost at Chapter 90.. So exciting!
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Thank you, Mo Ruyanyu Little Angel, for the landmine, love you, mwah~
Thanks to the landmines from Little Angels Gongjun Wangshu, Muxuan Yang, Mutong, Tang Wuyue, Xiuxiu Qiuqiu, Kongshan Jue, Xixili, Cangxuan, Snare " Suobuzhusi, Ling, Shili, love you all, mwah~
Chapter 94 Chapter 90 Akai replied indifferently, "..
Pino's mouth twitched, feeling the urge to pour cold water on her.
However, Sheila was clearly not a well-behaved character. She tilted her head slightly, pursing her lips into a faint smile, like a mountain lily slowly blooming, carrying a pure, flawless cleanliness and a wild, unrestrained charm: "So—I'm counting on you!"
Her brow twitched, a bad premonition surged in Pino's heart: "I remember I already gave the thing to you.."
A month ago, Gin and Vermouth retrieved a set of important research data, which, after a preliminary analysis by Madra and others, was quickly handed over to them.
After all, when it comes to research, clinical experiments are still crucial.
She had just taken over the research and was thinking of setting aside her current work to focus all her energy on overcoming this difficult problem, but then Sheila came knocking on her door.
The beauty smiled charmingly, her eyes brimming with grace. With a delicate gesture of her slender hand, she displayed skin as smooth as cream and a bone structure as exquisite as jade. Every movement she made carried an intoxicating charm, her voice was soft, sweet, melodious, like the tinkling of a spring.
Clink, clank, clink, clank.
Pino's hand shook with fright, she nearly made an error while entering the data into the laptop.
After agreeing to provide a backup under Coercion and Inducement, no matter how cold, handsome, arrogant Gin was, or how seductive and charming Sheila was, Pino was still able to maintain her inner peace, realizing that form is emptiness, emptiness is form.
However—
I didn't even force you; you agreed to it yourself," Sheila said as if it were the most natural thing in the world, her beautiful eyes curving into an innocent smile. "We just made a very friendly deal.
Yeah, a very "friendly" deal indeed.
If you hadn't taken my leverage to threaten me, would I have made a deal with you?! (╯‵□′)╯︵┻━┻
"What exactly do you know?" Pino was completely baffled.
"Know what?" Sheila blinked, a hint of sweetness appearing at the corners of her mouth, looking entirely innocent—or so it seemed.
Pino frowned and remained silent.
“Don't be angry, Sister Pino~” Sheila called out to her in an intentionally sickly sweet voice. Unfortunately, as soon as the words left his mouth, she got goosebumps himself, so she simply returned to his usual voice: “You kept beating around the bush with me earlier, so I could only follow your lead.”
An expression that said it was all your fault.
However, regardless of whether the facts were as she said, Pino no longer had the heart to argue. Realizing her identity had been exposed, she simply got straight to the point: "When did you find out?"
Sheila did not answer directly: "What do you think?"
She sneered, "It's been so many years, so why is that person still so hateful?"
Pino was reluctant to offer much of a critique and explained tactfully, "The Gentleman is simply concerned about the young master."
Forget it," Sheila said sarcastically, her blue eyes inherited from her Father taking on a cold sheen under the sunlight. "No wonder Mother couldn't get along with him for long.
Pino didn't want to meddle in her Boss's family affairs; she was merely a high-level employee earning two salaries, but she did have one concern: "Does the Young Master.. know as well?"
Sheila raised an eyebrow. "Brother is not someone who is easily fooled."
After a brief attempt to save face, she replied somewhat reluctantly, "My brother is too involved to see clearly, whereas I am a bystander who sees everything clearly."
Pino clearly breathed a sigh of relief.
Don't let the Black Organization find out," Sheila warned coldly. "Don't involve my brother—the rest is up to you.
Pino understood perfectly. Still maintaining a largely expressionless face, she gave a slight nod. "I know what should be done and what should not be done."
She was not a person without judgment; otherwise, this mission would not have fallen to her.
Besides, Pino is still technically one of Heine's subordinates! Why would she go out of her way to make things difficult for herself?
Having received the assurance, Sheila's expression softened slightly, she curled her lips into a faint smile. "In that case.. I don't know anything."
The top-tier beauty of the Black Organization turned around, the warm sunlight spilling over her fair skin, making her appear to glow faintly: "Just give the backup files to Gin—"
—And, thank you.
The gentle breeze brushed through her hair, carrying with it one last word of thanks.
Pino lowered her eyes slightly, feeling a secret sense of relief in her heart.
Despite her calm exterior, she was actually quite nervous—one slip-up and both of their livelihoods would be ruined!
But then again.. giving the backup to Gin..
Where did Gin go?
..
Where did Gin go?
That is a good question.
Over there, Pino was contemplating this serious question amidst the warm sunlight and the cool night wind, while over here, the protagonist of the question was leaning against the Wall, panting heavily and looking a complete mess.
At this moment, Gin, who was staring blankly at Akai Shuichi, suddenly felt a sudden urge to go back five days and give Rum, who had briefed him on the mission, a thorough beating.
Or perhaps he wanted to go back a few months ago and give Takao Haruki a beating.
He finally understood why Takao Haruki had been so easy to talk to lately; it turned out that the "Silver gift" had a follow-up bonus waiting for him!
He finally understood why Takao Haruki would risk offending him by directly involving Dan Nani.
Takao's target was himself from the very beginning!
This guy had been targeted by B. W. before, forcing him to hide in prison for a period of time. Although he had become much more low-profile and cautious after his release, he still recklessly went looking into B. W.'s affairs.
Now it's perfect. In this moment of chaos, when someone is needed to divert B. W.'s attention, he might as well just shift the blame onto him! And it's the kind of forced transaction where you have no choice!
Gin swallowed the profanity rising in his throat, determined to settle the score with Hell Puppeteer once he returned—the previous conditions would clearly need to be increased!
However, for now, he had to focus on figuring out how to get back.
There were clearly not many situations that could leave him in such a wretched state. Half of the bullets in the Beretta were gone, but fortunately, he still had a magazine; his minor scrapes and bruises were negligible, although he was wearing a bulletproof vest, the impact of several bullets hitting him in the chest was no joke; he felt his ribs throbbing with pain.
A continuous pain radiated from his right wrist; it wasn't unbearable, but more severe than this stinging, burning sensation was the fact that his right hand seemed to be dislocated—even if he could pop it back in, the strength and dexterity his right hand could exert for the time being would be greatly diminished.
Green eyes swept over the person opposite him, noticing that Akai Shuichi seemed even more disheveled than himself; his slightly curled sideburns were matted with sweat against his face, there appeared to be a bloodstain as well.
Noticing Gin's gaze, Akai Shuichi wore a puzzled expression, then tentatively raised his hand to wipe his face, causing the bloodstain to smear.
Glancing at the red stain on his sleeve, Akai replied nonchalantly, "It's not my blood."
Even so, he did not look easy; setting aside the minor injuries from the previous gunfight, what was more serious than Gin was that his right shoulder also seemed to have been shot. Because the wound had not been treated in time, it was still dripping blood.
Gin did not say much; instead, he simply raised his eyes to survey their surroundings, looking for a way out—this time, Akai had been caught up in his mess.
At this moment, both Gin and Akai were quite puzzled. The previous sneak attacks and ambushes had been somewhat traceable, but they had clearly cleaned up all traces of their flight, neither of them had sensed any "tails."
—Being suddenly ambushed in this Villa made the whole thing seem quite eerie.
In their panic, the two worked together, after emptying several magazines, Akai accidentally triggered a mechanism, only for them to discover that this villa actually concealed a not-so-small Secret Room.
And it seemed—the people chasing them didn't know there was a Secret Room here either.
"Let's go in and take a look first," Akai suggested, taking the lead.
It was unknown what the situation was like outside, or whether the pursuers were still searching for them; in any case, rather than just standing there, it was better to investigate.
Gin was also bold due to his exceptional skills, after some thought, he agreed.
The two walked side by side, focusing on the sounds around them while observing the condition of the passage.
This Secret Room is connected to a passage, which looks as if it were intentionally constructed. Although the passage is somewhat dim and not spacious, it is not narrow—at least two large men can walk side by side without being crowded. At the junction where the ceiling meets the Wall, several lamps appear from time to time, casting a faint, cold light.
It was unlike an ordinary tunnel.
The light from those lamps was not bright; it only barely allowed one to see the path, leaving the surroundings dark—a type of daunting gloom, for it was not only dark, but also silent.
The surroundings were so quiet that one could almost hear the faint, steady, rhythmic breathing coming from the other side. The Passage had good acoustics, causing the sound of footsteps to stand out amidst the silence.
Tap, tap, tap, tap, tap, tap.