Sobering, cruel.
..
Sheila's reaction was not within Gin's expectations, but he had to admit it was an excellent way to handle the situation.
Although Bourbon certainly wouldn't be happy about it.
As long as it didn't affect the big picture, Gin was more than happy to let Bourbon cause "trouble" for Sheila.
Or rather, this was his true intention.
Although Black Fox was merely a smuggler, the power of the organization behind him was truly immense; they were involved not only in smuggling, but also in the trafficking of drugs and Arms.
As a result, they were not only placed on the Government's Blacklist, but also successfully became a target for the Black Organization to perform a Betrayal.
For the Black Organization, which has eyes and ears in every country, he was also a piece of fat meat, but how to swallow this piece of fat meat without choking would require some effort.
After making sufficient preparations beforehand, a specific schedule was also planned.
They will enter the Sahara Desert from Niger.
Sheila's mission happened to overlap with Gin's, so Gin naturally brought Sheila along as well, under the pretext of looking after his for Heine.
Sheila: …………
He could have refused Bourbon—after all, Amuro Tooru's actions that day were even more unpredictable than his—however, when facing Gin, it was a completely different story.
Sheila had a smile on his face, but he was cursing inwardly, yet he still had no choice but to agree.
Your mission is much harder than mine, okay?! (╯‵□′)╯︵┻━┻
And so, the three people, each with their own hidden motives, along with a string of confused onlookers, began preparing for their Desert trip.
..
Gin was sending emails.
The signal in Niger was not good; even with Wi-Fi, the speed left Gin very dissatisfied. Fortunately, sending emails and browsing Facebook didn't require high internet speeds, so the Silver-haired youth was openly slacking off.
Knock, knock, knock.
The knocking came at an unhurried pace; the guest behind the door must be a very polite person. Three knocks, with the rhythm and force perfectly controlled.
It was loud enough for the host to hear, yet not enough to truly annoy him.
Gin gave a light chuckle and put down his mobile phone.
He pressed the door handle, turned the knob to the adjacent room, a stunningly beautiful face was suddenly exposed to his eyes.
Sheila raised an eyebrow, an action that showed a hint of his free-spirited nature. The sparkling diamond bracelet on his fair wrist reflected the brilliance in his blue eyes, adding a glimmer of light to the silent night.
"You knew I would come looking for you?" The sweet voice seemed to carry a hint of amusement; Sheila was a smart girl.
This also meant that she knew that when you wanted to resolve a matter, panic would not be the proper attitude.
Gin nodded slightly. "You will definitely come."
After all, you brought Bourbon?
After all, I brought Bourbon.
The two of them exchanged a knowing glance.
Gin stepped aside, making enough room for Sheila to pass through.
If Sheila had any lingering hope at the beginning, Gin's approach was so aggressive that it forced this ICPO elite to abandon his ambiguous attitude.
He closed his eyes, when she opened them again, his blue eyes, which were as deep as the undulating ocean, held an added chill: "What do you want?"
Sheila took a slight step back, his arms hanging naturally at his sides, but the muscles in his arms were tautly tensed.
It was a defensive posture.
Sheila is a smart man.
So, she naturally knew that at a time like this, getting straight to the point was the most efficient way.
Gin looked Sheila up and down, a hint of appreciation appearing in his cold green eyes.
He didn't intend to play games and simply asked straightforwardly, "What is your relationship with B. W.?"
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Author's Note: (1) Riesling is one of the undercover agents from the movie, he was taken out.
I always thought this chapter had already been posted.. ORZ
There was a lot going on today, I just realized I haven't posted this chapter yet QAQ
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Chapter 106: Chapter 101: A little more dirty, so what..
“What is my relationship with B. W.?” The girl opposite her stammered, repeating the question blankly after a moment of stunned silence.
Upon hearing this question, or rather, hearing that term, Sheila's reaction seemed quite peculiar; a hint of ambiguous darkness appeared in his blue eyes, the corners of his mouth, which had curled upward, appeared quite stiff.
She pondered for a moment, appearing to realize something from the Silver-haired youth's brief sentence; her gaze brightened slightly, revealing a splendor akin to the first light of dawn.
Sheila blinked, his thick eyelashes fluttering like the wings of a butterfly. "They have their eyes on you?"
Taken with you?
Gin seemed quite repulsed by that word. He frowned slightly, his eyes darkening, his voice turned hoarse and low—carrying an unmistakable sense of danger: "Watch your words."
Sheila rolled his beautiful blue eyes in a decidedly unattractive manner, his delicate nose wrinkling slightly—it was a gesture of disdain, but it was not directed at Gin.
"Forget it." The girl confirmed her suspicion.
In that moment, she experienced a strange sense of absurdity, an impulse to burst into laughter that she could barely restrain, she truly did so: "We are kindred spirits!"
An elite member of the ICPO representing Justice, the Top Killer of the Black Organization representing darkness—to think that they could actually share the same plight. Isn't that strange? Isn't it absurd?
Sheila raised her hand to her forehead, steadying herself from the loss of balance caused by her overly insolent smile. She composed herself, the moment she looked up, there was a piercing sharpness in her blue eyes that struck straight to the heart.
"My relationship with them.. is that we were once prey and hunter." Sheila's Voice carried mockery and chill, as if every syllable were a small nail capable of making one bleed profusely:
“The current hunters and prey.”
A short sentence where the positions of two nouns are swapped, yet they represent entirely different meanings, carrying an air of absolute certainty and confidence.
Since you didn't have time to kill me, then please prepare yourself to be my revenge.
The Black-haired girl's eyes were startlingly bright.
Gin raised an eyebrow slightly, giving himself a thumbs-up for his keen eye.
Not bad; it seems I won't have to change my partner.
..
Through a twist of fate, Sheila, who had been striving to turn Gin to his side, did not get the result she wanted; instead, she reached a cooperation with him on another level.
Of course, as far as their cooperation goes, it has been quite pleasant so far.
Even so, the specific details would have to wait until they returned after completing this Africa mission—whether out of confidence or arrogance, neither of them doubted whether they could complete this mission.
Since they had reached an agreement, Gin no longer made things difficult for Sheila, the latter could finally leave temporarily, using some completely unreliable excuse.
When Sheila left, Yi Juepiao Piao was fluttering, looking exceptionally dashing.
She was already a rare beauty, even though she had initially toned down some of her radiance, she clearly did not have enough time during the subsequent "trip" to disguise herself.
As for herself, she did not possess the bug-like Disguise skills of Vermouth—or rather, Shimabukuro Kimie/Niwang Yaji; relying solely on her own (not very impressive) makeup skills clearly yielded poor results for concealing her appearance.
—Of course, although she was somewhat frustrated, she wasn't truly irritated by it; after all, with her methods, killing a few people who lusted after her beauty was more than easy enough.
This also meant that in the following days, even with her hair disheveled, the Girl still attracted a great deal of attention. Not long after she left, many people still could not stop thinking about him.
Gin personally felt that the center of their private discussions must be Sheila—he could tell just by looking at the regretful expressions on those guys' faces.
By the way, although his departure was incredibly suave, Sheila was certain that Gin was pulling the strings behind the scenes during this trip to Africa—and being caught red-handed was something Gin likely expected.
As for this, Gin expressed.. ahem, he expressed nothing at all.
He clearly had other points of concern.
"Aren't you afraid of getting even darker?" Gin looked his current Partner up and down, a question rising from the depths of his heart.
Bourbon, dressed simply in a T-shirt and sweatpants, revealed large areas of light chocolate-colored skin. Having been unable to resist shielding herself from the harsh sunlight with her hand, he twitched at the words and replied, "My skin color didn't come from tanning."
Gin raised an eyebrow, her tone carrying a hint of something strange. "Is that so?"
He didn't actually like hot weather either, especially when he was the only one among everyone who insisted on wearing a black coat.
"Please do not doubt that." Bourbon looked very serious, but Gin always felt as though he was about to laugh.
She tilted her head slightly, attempting to ignore this unreliable sixth sense. "Come to think of it, you don't seem to be purely Japanese either, do you?"
Bourbon did not answer directly: "Why do you say that?"
Gin raised a finger, his tone still weary, making it impossible to tell if he was doing it on purpose or just speaking casually: "Your eye color."
Amuro Tooru lowered his eyes slightly and then gave a light chuckle. "Whether or not someone is Japanese can't be determined solely by that, can it?"
The Silver-haired youth remained noncommittal.
"But it seems you are also mixed-race?" Amuro Tooru didn't want him to focus the topic on himself, quickly shifting the conversation with a few words.
Gin raised an eyebrow slightly. "What do you think?"
Amuro Tooru did not say anything; he looked Gin up and down with a serious expression. A few seconds later, the Blonde-haired youth's expression became strange.
He looked as if he really wanted to laugh.