Or rather, a codename.
The so-called "codenames" that have been used for many, many years, to the point where they have almost replaced their real names.
The Black Organization, also known as the Liquor Group, exists because.. all the Cadres under That person use liquor names as their codenames.
A few years later, Kurosawa Zhen, who was not yet twenty, also received his own codename: 【Gin】.
This liquor, which originated in the Netherlands, is one of the six major base spirits and the largest category of liquor, once referred to as the heart of the cocktail.
In a sense, it was enough to demonstrate how much That person valued him.
Compared to the rumors from a few years ago, Kurosawa Zhen, who obtained the codename Gin, has not faced a single ounce of dissatisfaction from the other members.
Almost everyone knew that this Cadre, who was not yet twenty years old, possessed a terrifying Mission completion rate and a cold, hardened heart.
In the Dark World where the strong prey on the weak, he was in his element, scrambling and fighting his way up by stepping on the Skeletons of his enemies to reach a high position, becoming the Black Organization's almost de facto Top Killer.
Congratulations." Vermouth picked up a glass of liquor and walked over with irresistible charm. "This codename is quite good.
The Blonde-haired woman swirled her Glass, the clear Gin liquid within swaying and creating Ripples. His appearance was stunning and seductive, unchanged for years—it was as if time left no trace upon him.
Gin glanced at him, noncommittal.
“What's wrong?” Vermouth looked at him playfully. “Do you not like this codename?”
He raised his hand, took a sip of Gin, let out a light laugh. "With how much That person dotes on you.. if you don't like it, you could ask if you can change to another codename."
Gin stepped forward in a few strides.
The Black Organization was incredibly wealthy, possessing connections to acquire all kinds of active military arms, let alone the funds to host lavish parties. The party was extremely luxurious, featuring endless banquet tables, dazzling crystal chandeliers, a complete array of liquor, fresh flowers flown in from France, dishes prepared by celebrity chefs..
He casually took a piece of Apple pie from the long table beside him, but Gin did not eat it; instead, he looked it over for a moment before setting it back on the plate.
His actions were relaxed and easygoing, possessing an unexpected air of freedom.
“The codename Gin—” the Silver-haired Assassin elongated the sound, his glancing eyes containing a chilling light: “I quite like it.”
"Is that so?" Vermouth replied noncommittally.
Gin raised an eyebrow at him, a trace of a sneer playing on his lips.
Aside from his extremely high combat prowess, Gin's mind is also remarkably sharp. He naturally understood the implication in Vermouth's words—this woman was by no means looking to discuss a "codename," but rather the "Black Organization."
"The apple pie is not bad." The Silver-haired killer turned his head away and lowered his voice.
He was handsome with a cold temperament, his Skeleton was taller than that of an average Asian, making him even more eye-catching as he gradually shed the awkwardness of his youth.
Gin spoke with implication: "You can give it a try."
Even though he hadn't taken a single bite.
Amidst the clinking of glasses and the mingling of guests, all the sweet words and false pretenses were nothing more than a performance that everyone saw through.
Whether one is a Pawn or a player in this game remains to be seen.
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Part 4
For some reason, That person, who had once been quite interested in medical biology, had lost his passion for Solution research years ago and had instead begun recruiting a large number of physicists.
For Gin, whose influence and authority grew more and more, the level of access he held was also steadily increasing. The results and progress of the research were naturally kept secret, but the research topics were open to him.
Gazing at a series of research fields such as Space Migration and Time Coordinates, Gin was speechless.
For a moment, he actually didn't know whether the previous concept of Immortality was more absurd, or if the current concept of Time Travel was more nonsensical.
Many newcomers have joined the Black Organization, including three named after liquors, it is unknown whether any of them have exchanged experiences with an earlier bottle of Irish.
According to Vermouth, Rye, one of the three Whiskeys, was somewhat similar to him, the other two were also excellent prospects. Although he knew this man often talked nonsense, Gin, who had been feeling quite bored during his recent leave, had nonetheless become curious about the Whiskeys.
Later, the three were grouped into a team and went on several missions together. As time passed, they were soon assigned to different fields.
As it turned out, the Liquor Group's HR was quite unreliable.
In the Black Organization, people often refer to a Traitor as a "Mouse." Gin privately thought that, following this logic, the Black Organization shouldn't be called the Liquor Group, but should be renamed the Rat Nest.
All three bottles of whisky were counterfeit; one of them was called Rye by Vermouth, he had been exposed because they wanted to catch him.
After all that trouble, only Bourbon remained among the three bottles of whisky.
Gin occasionally looked at this Public Security undercover, feeling a sense of complexity that was hard to put into words.
He knew Bourbon was an undercover, but he didn't intend to say it out loud—having been Alex for so many years, Gin had no dissatisfaction with the Black Organization, but he wasn't particularly loyal either.
It's just a job to collect a salary; there's nothing wrong with slacking off a bit.
What do you think?" The silver-haired man looked toward Bourbon, slowly, very slowly, uttering his true name: "Furuya Rei?
Watching the Blonde-haired youth, who always wore an arrogant smile, suddenly turn pale, Gin let out a sneer in his heart.
It really is.. a twisted sense of humor, isn't it?
I don't know when it was caught.
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Part 5
After stripping Bourbon of his cover, Gin did nothing.
The mission in Vietnam caused a subordinate he had been using quite handily to die in the line of duty, Borse was far away in France, unable to return for the time being. Gin requested a list from the Human Resources Department and decided to pick a few subordinates from it that caught his eye.
He took a single look and chose Vodka.
Don't misunderstand, Gin has never actually met Vodka; the reason he chose this man was purely because he liked the codename "Vodka."
—This codename reminded him of Moscow in his youth.
So even after meeting Truth is Truth, Gin had once complained about why Boss had given him a codename that was one of the six major base liquors.. never mind, let's not go there—but he still had no intention of returning it.
If you dare drive my car like a ground-based fighter jet—" Gin turned her head toward Bourbon in the driver's seat, her face cold and her voice filled with irritation. "I wouldn't mind working overtime to eliminate another Mouse for the Black Organization.
Bourbon's hands were very steady, his driving was very steady as well. A smile hung on the handsome face of the blonde-haired youth. "Don't worry, I'll definitely make sure you're satisfied."
The scenery outside the car window flashed by rapidly. Gin propped up her head and used the car's lighter to light her cigarette.
You don't need to waste your time on me." The Silver-haired man said, a cigarette dangling from his lips, his tone casual. "I told you, I won't reveal your identity for the time being.
Greyish-purple eyes swept over the person in the passenger seat, Amuro Tooru's voice was light, even somewhat sweet: "So, I am working hard to extend 'temporarily' a little bit."
I think you're not trying to extend the time limit, but rather trying to turn me over, aren't you?
Gin let out a silent sigh in his heart.
Amuro Tooru is not an easy person to shake, or rather, he excels at making the most of any opportunity.
His undercover identity was in the hands of the Organization high-level members—a reality that was enough to make him lose sleep. He was accustomed to being in control, so naturally, he was unwilling to be placed in a passive position.
It should be so.
Observe, find a flaw, obtain leverage—only then could Amuro Tooru feel even a slight sense of relief.
.. It should have been so.
But Gin left almost no openings.
Turning off the engine, parking, following Gin into the house. Amuro Tooru walked into the kitchen with practiced ease, preparing to make dinner.
Gin leaned against the kitchen doorway, gesturing with his cigarette, "Don't you think you're being a bit too familiar?"
Amuro Tooru froze.
"Is that so?" he asked back with a smile, his tone seemingly unchanged.
Perhaps it was a moment of distraction, or perhaps a momentary tremor of emotion, Gin remained silent for several seconds before suddenly crushing the cigarette in her hand.
“Can you make Borscht?”
Thus, Borscht became the soup for dinner.
This was also the first time Amuro Tooru had made this soup; he had looked up information online and was trying to apply it on the spot. He took a sip with a spoon and frowned slightly: he had added too much tomato, making the soup overly sour. It wasn't so bad as to be undrinkable, but it certainly couldn't be called delicious.
The cook was not satisfied, but the person ordering the food remained noncommittal. Gin quietly finished the Borscht, showing no reaction on his face.
It wasn't the taste from his memory—never mind, it didn't matter.
He provided the compensation, proactively offering Amuro Tooru a weakness of his own—as for whether he could seize it, it would depend on whether Bourbon had the ability.
In one week, you will receive a mission to Italy," Gin's eyes were very calm, his tone was equally calm. "The mission duration is six months.
Gin raised his eyes, meeting Amuro Tooru's surprised expression head-on. "Help me find someone."
Amuro Tooru keenly realized what Gin's actions meant. He froze for a moment before suddenly looking up, his gaze colliding with the Silver-haired killer's cold green eyes.
The youth grit his teeth. ".. What kind of person?"
Male, around thirty, someone who came from Russia to Italy in 1992.
After a pause, Gin still uttered a name.
A name that had not been spoken for over ten years.
His name is Melkior.
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Part 6
Amuro Tooru did not find Melkior.
But Gin met Alex.
Bourbon's inquiries in Italy failed to uncover Alex, who had already changed his name, but his actions undoubtedly caught Alex's attention.
Through his connections, Alex, who is now a renowned Physicist, arrived in Japan.
The long-lost Friend embraced him tightly—or rather, Alex was clinging to Gin and wouldn't let go. The voice of this thirty-year-old man was almost on the verge of tears: "I finally found you.. Melkior."
Yes, I have finally found you.
Besides coming to Japan on his own, this guy brought along a man of a similar age. Seeing the look of doubt on Gin's face, Alex took the initiative to introduce him with a very eager attitude.
The man introduced himself as Philostratos, the son of an Italian Mafia godfather.
Gin: ……
Philostratos has a pair of extremely beautiful Blue eyes; when he looks at someone intently, it creates an enchanting illusion that captivates the soul.