“True enough—” The woman lowered his eyes slightly, appearing lost in thought.
She has no children, there is a high possibility she will never have her own children.
Sometimes, when playing Chris Wynyard, she would wonder, what if she actually had a daughter?
Probably, it wouldn't be much different.
“Byrrh once told me,” Gin spoke up suddenly, as if casually, “When the defectors split the core research into four parts back then, how many did we recover?”
Vermouth was slightly startled, the woman, interrupted from his contemplation, turned to look at him, his gaze containing a faint, elusive sense of inquiry. "Why so suddenly—"
The woman took a step forward, a faint curve appearing on his lips: "Becoming so curious?"
In an instant, Gin decided to take the blame himself—though, in truth, he was the one who had asked in the first place.
Thus, Borse lowered his eyes, appearing as if he had no intention of speaking.
Vermouth blinked, his tone shifting from wary to playful: "Is it Gin who wants to know?"
The real Gin before his did not answer.
Not knowing what he was thinking, Vermouth's expression visibly softened before him, as he murmured, "The Miyano couple.. Heh, no wonder he can't let go."
But, it has already been nearly ten years..
After this sentence, even Gin himself felt a moment of trance. Fortunately, Vermouth did not notice this abnormality, she answered the previous question generously—perhaps even a bit too generously: "One."
Facing Borse's slightly puzzled gaze, the Woman added, "We only recovered one, which is practically a disgrace, which is why That gentleman finds it so intolerable."
To the point that he hasn't been able to let it go for all these years.
As a result, the moment Byrrh showed even the slightest sign of movement, she was tracked down by following the clues.
'Borse' was as cold as ever.
However, beneath his disguise, Gin secretly frowned where the other could not see.
As far as she knows, two have already been taken by the Organization, two others are missing.
This was the truth Byrrh told her.
With a person on the brink of death, Byrrh had no need to hide the truth from her.
Moreover, since she had people she had entrusted to him, there was even less reason for her to lie about this.
So—there must be a set of research materials in the hands of some member within the organization, but they have not been handed over to the organization.
Combining the intelligence obtained from Russia, Gin identified a person in no time.
—Brandy.
The man's figure seemed to appear before him once again. Gin let out a soft chuckle, his eyes cold.
Sooner or later, he will come for him.
..
Shimabukuro Kimie's disguise skills have been improving day by day—the best proof is that even Vermouth could not see through the disguise he made for Gin this time.
Although his current disguise was already quite perfect, at this moment, it had reached its time to be "retired."
Because, he also went to find someone to greet.
——After all, if he wanted that person to truly focus his attention on Nana, just "Borse" would not be enough.
..
It was a confrontation under the moonlight.
It must be said that this time, Vermouth's downfall was not at all undeserved.
Judy St. Timillion, or perhaps she should be called Judy St. Timillion, this one that slipped through the cracks of Vermouth's subordinates, had ultimately grown into an existence capable of threatening him.
—Even at certain times and moments.
The girl who could touch Vermouth's softest side, Haibara Ai, who was willing to sacrifice herself to protect those she cherished, the Detective boy, who remained unwavering even when his stubbornness seemed excessive at times.
If these things are still not enough to make Vermouth fail.
Then, in addition to that—
“Oh—that person is Caravaggio.. A rifle, arms, three handguns.. I thought he was an arms dealer..”
—That Silver Bullet.
Finally shedding his disguise to reveal his true self, Akai Shuichi stood under the moonlight. His demeanor was calm and composed; he held a rifle, looking at Vermouth with a lazy gaze, yet not a single flaw could be found in his presence.
Akai Shuichi's appearance was beyond anyone's expectations.
With his appearance, the situation, which the blonde-haired woman thought was firmly in his grasp, was overturned in an instant.
Gin tilted her head slightly, looking down from the high platform at the gathering crowd, her heart remaining almost entirely unmoved.
At this moment, unable to smoke while focusing on the situation below, the man rested his chin on his hand in boredom, his expression cold with a hint of subtle melancholy.
I think Caravaggio and apple wine like you—meaning rotten apples—would make a perfect pair.
"It's a name I gave you myself. The first stage play the great star Sharon performed in was called Golden Apple, if I recall correctly. You were quite stunning back then, but unfortunately, you were all show and no substance, so I called you a rotten Apple." (2)
Akai Shuichi's voice came continuously through the bug, causing Gin's eyelid to twitch.
He hadn't noticed before, but this guy—he was a bit sharp-tongued.
His mouth twitched, but the man, still dressed as Borse, made no unnecessary movements. It was only after Vermouth took Conan hostage and escaped, leaving Akai Shuichi and Judy as the only sober ones at the crime scene, that he let out a light cough.
He casually twirled the handgun in his hand, without even aiming, he fired three shots in their direction with extreme nonchalance.
Bang—" "Bang—" "Bang—
The three gunshots instantly jolted the two investigators, who had slightly relaxed after the standoff ended, back to attention, their instincts driving them to find cover immediately.
"Is there more reinforcement?" Akai muttered, his eyes narrowing.
—No, it's not.
His Heart throbbed in his chest, his blood boiled in his veins.
His dark green eyes were tinged with a long-awaited sense of battle lust, he even lightly licked the corners of his mouth.
As expected, it is you, isn't it?
Judy, standing aside..
I know you're obsessed with Gin, but could you please show some restraint?!
When the next attack failed to arrive, Akai Shuichi simply leaned forward boldly, raising his head to look toward the source of the bullet's flight.
Under the moonlight, the black-haired youth unceremoniously removed the wig from his head.
A head of Moonlight-like Silver hair revealed its true appearance, shimmering brilliantly under the flowing moonlight.
Gin raised his hand to peel off the Disguise from his face, his back, which had been slightly hunched to hide his different physique, once again became as straight and elegant as pine or bamboo.
He tilted his head slightly and, under the moonlight, flashed a smile at his Nemesis, whom he was seeing once again.
The silver reflected in the Ace Investigator's eyes completely lit up his eyes.
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Author's Note: (1) (2) Akai Shuichi's original lines
In the next chapter, the two will bicker at each other lol 23333
Chapter 143 Chapter 127 "Your Secret, I'm going to..
However, Gin had no intention of staying long.
In fact, he really only came here to say hello.
They say a real man never looks back at an explosion, although no explosion occurred here, once Gin had finished his greeting and confirmed that the other had seen him, he coolly put away his handgun and walked down from the rooftop.
He had absolutely no interest in competing with his Nemesis.
Akai Shuichi: ……
However, it was clearly impossible for this matter to truly end just like that.
At least a phone call Gin received later proved that his original plan had failed.
An unknown call flashed on the black mobile phone screen, its faint light illuminating his pale face in the darkness of the night.
This phone number was his private one, not many people knew it; and even though he had always been unwilling to remember those insignificant messages, he remembered the phone number of every single person among them.
The Incoming number was truly unfamiliar—it did not belong to anyone in his memory.
However, as if possessed by some inexplicable impulse, he pressed the green button to answer the call as he arrived.
However, the moment the call was picked up—to be precise, the moment he heard the other person's voice—he felt a pang of regret.
It was the voice of Akai Shuichi.
The young FBI's voice was low and slightly lazy, with a hint of reckless confidence lingering in it, but the first thing he said made Gin frown inwardly:
I thought you would have changed your phone number.
"It's even more surprising that you'd call this number," Gin replied unhurriedly.
“Just trying my luck.” Akai Shuichi, who had already parted ways with Judy, walked alone through the midnight streets. Not far away, sirens wailed incessantly. Amidst the flickering lights, an inexplicable sense of bustle emerged from nowhere.
However, as the distance increased, those sounds began to grow faint.
Thinking this, he added with a smile, "It seems my Luck is quite good today."
You actually answered the phone.
Gin lowered his eyes slightly. "I just wanted to hear your final words."
Don't say that, my dear Nemesis [male]," the person on the other end of the mobile phone said softly. "The winner and loser between us hasn't been decided yet.
Frowning slightly at the name he used, Gin let out a cold sneer. "I thought the winner and loser were already quite obvious."
This is the third round," Akai Shuichi said readily. "Come to think of it, this isn't the first time you've greeted me with a bullet—a very interesting choice, but perhaps a bit too violent.
The other party laughed mockingly, refusing to let it go: "But thinking about it, you are sometimes shockingly stubborn—you've used a Porsche for so long and have never once thought about changing it."