How has your hearing recovery been?
Have you chosen a model for the hearing aid?
I already know what the character left by your Sister means.
Yes, I also know where the next Location is.
No, I don't plan on going just yet.
On the other end of the phone, the girl's voice, filled with suspicion and indignant questioning, came through in a frantic rush. His slightly hoarse voice perfectly conveyed his owner's urgency; rarely did the girl show such an aggressive level of desperation toward Gin.
Everything was within his expectations, so Gin did not answer, nor did he move the mobile phone away.
He didn't plan on going "now".. simply because he had already deciphered the second meaning of that string of characters.
That string of letters was both Silver Lady, and—
B——R——A——N——D——Y。
Brandy.
"You don't go either," the Silver-haired youth said coldly, as a final warning.
Nani's voice made him feel unsettled, but regardless, he did not want to involve the Little girl again—due to his negligence, Nani had almost lost his life, he did not want such a thing to happen a second time.
In the Secret Room, whether it was the decor of the final room, the clothing of the Female corpse from before, or the Silver Lady whom the master of the Secret Room cherished like a treasure, he saw too many elements related to "Russia"—or rather, the "Soviet Union."
Connecting this to everything that had happened before, he finally realized what he had overlooked.
But he did not know just how many things were still labeled as unknown.
Because of this unknown, before he has gained control over a certain amount of power.. he can temporarily hold back.
For now.
..
On such a distressing day, the only thing left that could provide any joy was probably the owl at Gin's house.
It flapped its wings, letting out eerie cries from time to time, having no idea what awaited it.
So on the day it had to be sent away because guests were coming to the house, it could only shrink into its birdcage, feeling wronged.
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Author's Note: Heine: My sister is the best.
Sheila: You are the only family I have left.
Someone far away in Sicily: *Cough*
Pino: Does anyone know my pain QAQ
Gin: mmp
Nana: QAQ
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This is the second time I've deleted my outline. I have a feeling that if I follow the original outline, I won't be able to finish it within six hundred thousand words QAQ
Anyway, the second volume is almost finished after this last case. Love you all~
Chapter 99: This is a ha……
After sending away the noisy Owl, Gin welcomed his guest.
A man wearing slim light-colored denim trousers, a beige sleeveless shirt, a lake-blue denim jacket entered the room calmly. He set down the guitar case on his back and raised his hand to remove the large sunglasses from the bridge of his nose.
A handsome face was revealed to the air.
The man flashed a smile at Gin, his voice rich and mellow, like the low notes of a cello. "Long time no see."
“If you mean meeting in person, it has indeed been a long time—after all, a phone call doesn't quite count as a meeting.” Gin gave a polite nod, appearing to agree with the man's pleasantries. “Cavendish.”
Cavendish shook his head helplessly and said, "Don't be so serious, Gin."
He shrugged with a smile, "After all, the mistake wasn't mine."
He was referring to the intelligence failure in the mission a few days ago.
This was actually the truth; after all, whether looking at the arrangements on the surface or the truth Gin had discovered privately, Cavendish was the one who would take the blame.
So the Silver-haired youth merely tilted his head slightly, straightened his body against the Wall, gestured with his eyes, "Come inside to talk."
After receiving permission from the host, Cavendish finally stepped into the Entrance.
To show his sincerity, he did not bring his guitar case, leaving it at the entrance—both of them knew exactly what was inside it. The moment he sat on the sofa, Cavendish put down his sunglasses, looked up at Gin, a smile of just the right amount of sincerity appeared on his face: "You look good."
Gin casually used a corkscrew to open a bottle of red wine: "Fortunately, I'm not dead yet—"
Then—
—And I have no intention of seeking death." The Silver-haired youth interrupted Cavendish bluntly, showing absolutely no respect: "I have no interest whatsoever in the criminal organization behind Black Fox.
Cavendish attempted to smile. "But you were clearly involved—you deserve some credit for the arrest of Black Fox, don't you?"
Thinking about this, Gin felt speechless: "I merely discovered the corpse of a companion murdered by him."
“So—” Cavendish had a smile on his lips, his tone drawn out, his pronunciation clear and precise, a rarity among Japanese people: “You mean this is all just coincidence?”
Gin looked up at him, his clear eyes like two cold gemstones: "Yes."
The Silver-haired youth raised his hand to pour red wine into the glass, his cold and stern face showing not a hint of hesitation, as the liquid in the wine glass swayed, appearing just like blood.
"In any case, since you've already gotten involved, why not see it through to the end?" Cavendish attempted to persuade him.
It is not that Gin is the only one in the Black Organization with this ability, it is undeniable that he is the most suitable one.
The Black Organization's famous Sniper let out a long sigh; this truly wasn't an easy job. Rum, you definitely have to give me a raise!
Gin was completely unaware of his colleague's inner thoughts, but as for taking on this mission.. he didn't actually find it that repulsive.
A good person? Are you joking?" He first refuted the loophole in Cavendish's words, his eyes and brows carrying a lazy nonconformity, before offering his colleague a glimmer of hope: "What's in it for me?
Cavendish's eyes lit up: "Of course."
He was about to say something when the prepared Gin had already revealed his hand: "Once the matter is settled, thirty percent of the profits belong to me, and—"
A look of unruliness appeared in the youth's vibrant green eyes: "—And I want a helicopter."
Cavendish??
..
“Sheila is not here.” Facing the blonde-haired youth whose eyes were darkening as he stared at him, Heine showed no fear, his tone firm and leaving no room for negotiation.
Beneath his handsome, thick eyebrows, Heine's clear blue eyes held a cold hue, the color of the sea—even if it appeared calm on the surface, it still concealed a cold and ruthless interior.
Bourbon let out a soft chuckle, his words carrying a hint of sarcasm. "Is that so?"
The answer was, of course, yes.
To be honest, ever since Sheila stopped Bourbon during the Scotland incident, the blonde-haired youth has been trying to contact Sheila—it is unclear whether he simply wants to talk or intends to make trouble for her.
He acted quite aggressively regarding this, as after all, whether for public or private reasons, it was not something that could be easily let go.
However, regardless of the situation, Sheila refused.
ICPO is investigating the identities of Bourbon and Rye—the orders given by Gin that day were sufficiently suggestive—of course, they also need to consider whether this is a smoke screen released by the Black Organization.
Regardless, before the investigation results were out, Sheila did not want to have much contact with these two bottles of Whisky, whose identities were still uncertain.
Of course, Little Fairy is quite busy too!
Heine would clearly not make his sister's life difficult; being higher in rank within the Black Organization than Bourbon, he was often much clearer on this intelligence expert's movements, effectively avoiding any possible encounter between Sheila and Bourbon.
However—
This was truly a coincidence.
Sheila had just boarded a flight to Africa two days ago—it was obvious that Heine was strongly opposed to this.
I've heard." Amuro Tooru, who had clearly done sufficient preparatory work, was already aware of the matter. He narrowed his eyes and gave a light smile. "Fortunately, my mission is also in Africa.
Heine's expression shifted slightly.
Amuro Tooru did not press the matter, giving a seemingly casual shrug before handing the Email Interface to Heine.
An email from Gin." She tilted her head. "The next mission, I'm going with her.
Greyish-purple eyes revealed a hint of coldness: "Surely, our captivating Venus won't refuse a believer who has brushed past his many times, right?"
..
Facing such an exorbitant demand, Cavendish's mouth twitched.
"Are you serious?" He raised his hand to press his temple, his palm covering one of his eyes, as he looked at Gin with his other eye, desperate to see even a trace of a joke in his expression.
Unfortunately, not even a little.
"Obviously." Gin took a sip of red wine, in a good mood.
You know that's impossible," Cavendish tried to bargain, "Ten percent.
Gin raised an eyebrow and set down his wine glass: "Find Takahashi."
“Fifteen percent.” Cavendish made a concession, attempting to persuade Gin, “It's impossible for them to actually give you that much..”
“Twenty-five percent.” Gin did not back down, his cold features exuding a particular sharpness, which, paired with those cold green eyes, made him appear even more aggressive.
At the very least, Cavendish felt a certain degree of pressure.
No one would refuse a benefit delivered right to their doorstep—especially not when he truly needed it right now.
Cavendish hesitated for a long time; during this time, Gin did not speak, merely watching him with composure.
The Black-haired man finally sighed and stated a number: "Twenty percent.. it really can't be any more—"
"Done." Gin interrupted him, raising his glass in a toast to Cavendish. A tiny curve played at the corners of his mouth before he drained the glass in one gulp.
Cavendish choked.
Why did he feel as if he had fallen into a trap?