After all, being soft-hearted was something that never applied to him; pulling up weeds by the roots was his habit.
Even if he no longer wished to stay in the Black Organization, it didn't mean he would let these potential "threats" off easy.
And now, not only must he let these guys off, but he also has to turn a blind eye to their existence, allowing them to peel away the veil of the Black Organization bit by bit, like shelling peanuts, letting their influence grow wildly—
Gin felt a slight ache in her head.
Especially with Vermouth chattering incessantly and talking nonsense with such seriousness; her voice was mature, sexy, melodious, however, in this moment, he felt increasingly irritated.
Speaking of which, Akai Shuichi should be arriving soon, shouldn't he?
Tsk.
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Author's Note: (1) Matsumoto Seicho + Edgar Allan Poe
There is another chapter this afternoon, mwah~
Chapter 147 Chapter 131 "This isn't what I previously promised..
When his gaze met the scars on Gin's cheek, Amuro Tooru's eyes widened slightly.
"How did you get injured?" he couldn't help but ask.
Gin: ……
The Silver-haired man was somewhat speechless. "Just what kind of image do I have in your mind?"
Seemingly realizing that what he had said was not quite right, Amuro Tooru fell silent for a moment before replying in a slightly teasing tone, "The Great Demon King, perhaps.."
Gin??
Green eyes stared at Bourbon in silence for a long while, Gin silently turned her head. The blonde-haired youth opposite him could easily see that inexplicable sense of speechless frustration in Gin's eyes.
He lightly pressed his forehead, mourning his sudden childish behavior for three seconds, before tilting his head back to look at the Silver-haired man again.
The person he was watching casually pulled a box of cigarettes from the inside of his coat—the sharp-eyed Public Security elite easily identified them as his usual JILOISES—and with a light flick of his left hand, the silver lighter sparked a small flame.
Smoking while injured.. This man really doesn't take his wound seriously.
Amuro Tooru really couldn't stand to watch it anymore, so he gave a light cough to remind him, "Your wound hasn't even scabbed over yet."
Gin, with a cigarette in his mouth, turned his green eyes over nonchalantly, even blinking slightly under Amuro Tooru's gaze.
The blonde-haired youth actually showed a hint of doubt within his eyes.
For a moment, he didn't know what to say, so he could only advise him in a sighing tone, "You should stop smoking for the time being."
Gin frowned slightly, seemingly wanting to argue something, however, the moment he opened his mouth, for some reason, he slightly lowered his eyes.
After a three-second pause, Gin followed Amuro Tooru's persuasion and put down the lighter in his hand.
This time, it was actually Amuro Tooru who was surprised.
He hesitated and said, "You—"
He had only said a single word before pausing again, momentarily unsure of what he should say next.
"Didn't you say no smoking?" This time, it was Gin who picked up the conversation.
The Silver-haired man's voice was somewhat weary; he didn't say much, merely offering a listless reply, his green eyes half-lidded, his gaze almost unfocused.
His Voice was drifting and ethereal; even though he clearly wasn't smoking, the air seemed to be filled with the scent of tobacco.
“Are you feeling a bit sleepy?” Bourbon observed Gin's expression, unable to help but wonder.
After all, he didn't seem to be hiding it at all.
Gin gave a soft hum, his eyelids half-closed, the sound from his nose carrying a hint of softness that did not fit his persona.
Amuro Tooru blinked, finding it somewhat amusing for a moment.
However—
Don't touch your wound with your hand." The next second, Bourbon interrupted Gin's attempt to rest his chin on his hand with a frown, "At the very least, deal with the wound on your face first, shouldn't you?
To touch a wound so brazenly, just how much does he not care?
"It won't kill me." Gin really didn't care at all. Come to think of it, he truly didn't take such a minor injury seriously.
—Logically speaking, Amuro Tooru shouldn't be something he takes seriously either.
However, that person was clearly not as easygoing as Gin. The blonde-haired youth gazed at Gin's indifferent expression and, as if possessed, said, "Shall I help you take care of it?"
Although Bourbon was not a medical professional, there is a saying that "familiarity breeds expertise." For field agents like them who were frequently injured during missions, bandaging wounds was a trivial matter.
So Gin agreed.
This wasn't due to having confidence in Amuro Tooru's character; Gin was simply confident in his own strength—confident that no trouble could arise right under his nose.
But if you really want to put it that way.. trust is a thing.
There is still more or less a little bit of it.
Otherwise, given Gin's cautious and suspicious nature, he wouldn't have agreed from the very beginning.
..
A seven-hundred-yard sniper duel put Akai Shuichi in a good mood, he deftly put away his rifle, a faint glint flashing in his eyes.
Speaking of which—
This seemed to be the way Gin often "greeted" people; this time, it could be considered a "return gift."
However, somehow, this FBI elite suddenly recalled an event from quite a long time ago.
That was when he had just received his codename from the Black Organization, the one guiding his Newcomer Mission was Gin.
And a single bullet that grazed his face.
In the darkness, it was as if something had been predestined long ago, circling and turning until it formed a Möbius strip.
—It is impossible to say where the beginning is, or where the end lies.
He subconsciously reached for something in his chest, the moment his finger felt its cool touch, his green eyes turned murky and inscrutable.
It was a magazine.
It was an old magazine.
..
Just as we mentioned in the previous chapter, Gin has become almost accustomed to the endless stream of terrible teammates and moles within the Black Organization.
However, no matter how calm one's heart is, if someone keeps throwing stones into the water, there will still be some ripples, right?
For example, Kiel being captured.
At the same time he received this message, the "Rescue Kiel" mission appeared. Gin stared at the mobile phone for three seconds with an expressionless face before decisively turning off the screen.
"Are you angry?" Amuro Tooru asked, looking slightly curious.
Not quite." Gin uttered a simple phrase, then paused. After a moment of hesitation, he ultimately expressed her intention candidly: "I just simply don't want to do this anymore.
Amuro Tooru??
Amuro Tooru!!
The blonde-haired youth tried his best to remain calm, his greyish-purple eyes scrutinizing Gin with extreme seriousness. However, whether it was because the silver-haired man had exceptional psychological composure or he was simply making a casual remark, Gin's expression remained unchanged, just as it always was.
Amuro Tooru probed tentatively, "What you just said was a bit.. 'Rebellion'."
Gin let out a light chuckle, noncommittal: "I am long past the age of Rebellion."
He still seemed to find it insufficiently stimulating; he leaned back against the chair in an extremely casual manner, his left hand resting on the table, lightly tapping the tabletop:
Rescuing an undercover without any hesitation?" Gin sneered. "I'm not that magnanimous.
Amuro Tooru was startled: "Kiel.. is an undercover?"
That's right." Gin tilted her head slightly, her tone nonchalant. "The ones from the C. I. A.. speaking of which—
The Silver-haired man sat up straight, looking at Amuro Tooru with a half-smile and a hint of malicious amusement in his voice: "Even though it happened in Japan, it seems the people sent from the USA are even more numerous than the ones sent by the Japanese Public Security.."
Under the light, his green eyes were shimmering and cold.
..
A pure white Sedan drove slowly through the quiet street.
The road was uneven, the slight water vapor lingering in the air after the rain made every breath feel a bit more humid. The once solid road surface had become soft, the soil carried a faint scent of earth, with a few sprigs of new green grass growing from the ground.
The wheels rolled and rubbed against the ground, making a continuous sound, with occasional mud splatters splashing onto the pristine white car body, leaving tiny imperfections on the white jade.
However, it was clear that the Driver would not notice these details.
The car music played continuously, with gentle and soft notes that made one's mood pleasant. The Driver of the white sedan was a young woman with long, smooth black hair, a pair of gentle and bright black eyes, an elegant and calm aura.
Sunlight filtered through the leaves and spilled onto her face. The young woman's clean and delicate features were beautiful enough to surpass most girls her age, the trials of life had made her character even more steadfast.
She is Shimabukuro Kimie.
After driving for a while, Kimie stepped on the brakes, pulled the handbrake, turned the key to shut off the engine. The series of actions was seamless; she didn't need to specifically look for a place to park, as there was no one around here, naturally, there were no parking spaces.
He had been here many times and knew everything by heart.
This is a villa located in the mountains.
The temperature in the mountain highlands was quite cold. Even though she had been here before, Shimabukuro Kimie couldn't help but shiver. He rubbed his arms with his hands crossed over his chest, small goosebumps rose on his fair forearm skin due to the chill.
Kimie took a black wool coat from the passenger seat, after putting it on, her skin was no longer exposed to the cold.
The Black-haired woman blinked his eyes and took a breath of the fresh mountain air. The moment his eyes lowered, she frowned slightly at the mud stains on the wheel.
Time to go wash the car again.
Leaving no trace was a necessity; although Kimie found it a bit troublesome, she did not complain much.
He walked around the car body and pulled out two suitcases, each half as tall as a person, from the trunk. Carrying one in each hand, she walked to the front of the Villa.
The next second, Shimabukuro Kimie reached out and pressed the doorbell.
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