The Silver-haired man snorted, "It's still more valuable than the cars you scrap every now and then."
“You should say that to Bourbon.” Mr. Little Silver Bullet looked quite indifferent, but then, he blinked softly, contradicting what he had said just a few seconds ago: “But never mind, it would be better if you focused more on me.”
After all—" Akai Shuichi's eyes darkened. "I'm going to be a real headache for you.
.. You think far too highly of yourself," Gin replied coldly. "And what's with that way you're addressing me?
“‘Dear Nemesis’? — I think it suits you perfectly.” Akai Shu did not hide his stance on this at all, however, in the next second, as if he had anticipated something, he hurriedly interrupted, “Don't hang up the phone yet—"
The black-haired agent spoke seriously, "It's the codename I gave you, isn't it great?"
“..”
“Compared to Vermouth's codename..” The handsome man looked up at the night sky—the Moon was beautiful today—and praised, “I really do prefer you.”
Having grown almost accustomed to the other man's "nonsense," Gin had developed quite an immunity to such ambiguous words: "Is your vocabulary really that limited? You've already repeated that more than once, haven't you?"
Because it's the truth, it doesn't matter if I repeat it a few times." Akai Shuichi lowered his head and pulled a pack of cigarettes from his pocket. "By comparison, you don't seem to be quite as honest—
He lit the cigarette in his hand, his Green eyes wearing a faint, knowing smile:
Boss—
Gin ignored him.
At almost the same moment, the Silver-haired man also took a pack of cigarettes from his coat pocket. This brand of JILOISES tobacco had a rather pungent aroma, which, under the cold night, revealed a hot and stinging sensation.
The embers of the cigarette flickered on and off.
The Stars in the sky shimmered with light.
Akai Shuichi did not care about Gin's silence; on the contrary, he had even become quite used to it. At this moment, the Black-haired man took a deep drag of his cigarette, letting the nicotine melt into his lungs before slowly exhaling, forming a small smoke ring in the air.
“For example, this time.. what do you want to do?”
Gin still did not answer.
Green eyes calmly gazed at the smoke rings in the air, Gin took another deep breath.
It was indeed a bit choking.
Disguising yourself as Borse to avoid drawing attention?" Akai Shuichi guessed casually. After finishing her sentence, he gave a light chuckle. "Then why reveal your identity now?
As the words fell, the Black-haired man's gaze suddenly turned sharp.
I guess—it's for that Black-haired girl, right?
The Agent clearly heard a light chuckle from the other person through the Phone.
He frowned in frustration, the hand holding his cigarette trembled slightly, causing the ashen powder to drift loosely from the tip. "Aren't you worried I'll tell the FBI?"
Haven't you always wanted to know my Secret?
Gin spoke nonchalantly.
His Voice was not heavy, certainly not loud, yet in this moment within the Night, it sounded exceptionally clear.
It was like the flick of a venomous snake's tongue, like a Leopard baring its teeth, or like a demon whispering seductively in your ear.
Akai Shuichi admitted that he had been seduced.
The other party understood him.
He thought.
This should have been a dangerous signal, but this man, who had spent years walking through danger, didn't feel the slightest sense of crisis—on the contrary, he was even eager to try.
Of course.
Akai Shuichi's gaze darkened, he gave a slight nod—even if the other party could not see it at this moment.
Based solely on intuition, Akai Shuichi did not intend to share his baseless reasoning with his Colleague—it might mislead them.
And—
Your Secret, I shall uncover with my own hands.
As his words fell, the ember at the tip of Akai Shuichi's cigarette went out completely.
Meanwhile, on the other side, Gin let out a laugh that was unclear whether it was agreement or mockery, then hung up the phone.
Green eyes stared at the extinguished cigarette butt at his fingertips, Gin's expression hidden within the heavy night, making it impossible to see clearly.
..
It was around dawn, not long after sunrise, when Gin received a phone call from Vermouth while pedestrians were scattered in small groups along the street.
Or more accurately, it was a plea for help.
The silver-haired youth, who had not slept all night, still maintained a high level of vigilance and composure. Not long after hanging up the phone, he had already located Vermouth not far away.
This is the second time I've saved you," Gin stated unhurriedly, stating the fact. "You always seem to lose to Akai Shuichi.
The Blonde-haired woman, having returned to his original appearance, frowned slightly with a sense of exhaustion, his long eyelashes trembling faintly and catching the light in the sun, looking exceptionally fragile: "He is indeed very formidable.. Of course, you are also very formidable."
Gin scoffed at this evaluation, but seeing Vermouth in such a disheveled state, he deigned to lower himself and offered his a hand to steady him.
By the way," the Woman's breathing seemed a bit ragged, but she still insisted on finishing her words, pretending nothing was wrong: "Where is Borse?
In essence, she was an incredibly proud person.
The previous mission failed, so I sent him on another mission," Gin said, his expression unchanging and his heart rate steady, before adding nonchalantly, "Why? Do you have something to discuss with him?
Not exactly—but I think it was quite a pity that you didn't come along for Byrrh's mission.
Vermouth tilted her head slightly, leaving a bit of room in her words, but the implications were enough for Gin to understand what she was hinting at.
But he simply raised an eyebrow slightly and asked, "Oh?"
Vermouth's blue eyes narrowed slightly, a subtle shimmer dancing within them, yet he still provided a further hint: "I saw a very unusual little girl~"
The woman smiled softly.
Gin tossed the woman, who was severely injured yet still foolishly defiant, into the passenger seat, but he was in no hurry to close the door, merely watching his with his extremely cold green eyes.
Under such a gaze, Vermouth stopped playing hard to get and said what she wanted to say.
This little girl looks about fifty percent similar to Shiratori Midori from ten years ago, wouldn't you say?
Poppy slightly raised his eyes, his pale face from excessive blood loss meeting Gin's green eyes directly: "Tell me, isn't it a coincidence?"
"It is indeed quite a coincidence." Gin showed not a single hint of anything unusual.
Or rather, this was within his expectations—otherwise, he wouldn't have specifically linked this mission to Vermouth.
The Silver-haired man leaned forward slightly.
He was already standing against the light, his broad back shielding a large expanse of daylight from the Woman's eyes, causing the small space inside the car to turn dark in an instant.
He was the cause of the gloom, the source of the darkness.
To fire several shots at Organization Cadre and still fail to hit a little girl.. that's just as lucky.
Gin spoke the words he had prepared, unhurriedly.
Vermouth's eyes suddenly widened, at the same time, this man's eyes turned completely cold.
Gin clearly felt it all—he could even sense Vermouth's murderous intent.
Cold, bone-chilling, decisive, sharp.
It was like the cold glint of a blade, like a poison that seeps into the very bones.
Gin felt all of this, but he did not care.
“Do you know, Vermouth?” he said, almost as if with a sigh, his fair yet powerful hand gripping the Blonde-haired woman's chin firmly, with enough force to leave a bruise.
“If anything happens to him, I swear—” Gin said, his green eyes cold and ruthless.
At this moment, he no longer hid his dark essence as the Organization's Top Killer; the murderous intent forged through mountains of blades and seas of blood surged like layered ocean waves, nearly drowning Vermouth.
Even she could not help but shudder under such a gaze.
“Your Angel will definitely die before him.”
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Author's Note: Gin is essentially quite a cold person.. He has become much softer in the previous few chapters.
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Thanks to Wutong Little Angel for the landmine, love you mwah~
Chapter 144: Chapter 128: The stimulation is too great, I can't quite handle it..
Many times, Gin would always think about one question.
Why did he encounter so many idiots.
However, as the years passed, his situation showed no signs of improvement. Given the organization's high salary and benefits, he barely managed to stay.
Otherwise, what else could he do?
But now, he could almost stop enduring it.
Based on the contents in the USB, Gin successfully found the remaining two syringes kept by Byrrh.
Under the Light, they appeared clear and transparent, with tiny, faint light spots shimmering on the surface of the Syringe, creating small ripples; the color was quite pleasing.
Of course, it was indeed a "pleasing" solution—so many people were crazy for it.
Sheila sat to the side, watching quietly.
After a long time, the girl, who possessed extremely stunning looks but could not gain even a moment of attention from the Silver-haired man beside him, spoke softly, "You have already obtained the finished product."
Gin applied slight pressure with three fingers, pressing the solution into his palm, then slowly shook his head. "This is a semi-finished product."
The meaning of semi-finished product was that no one knew its exact effects.
Sheila frowned slightly, his gaze lingering almost imperceptibly on the two syringes in Gin's hands, before he tilted his head slightly and finally averted his eyes.
She asked calmly, "In that case, what do you plan to do?"
Gin took back the solution.