Gin looked calm with his eyes closed. He had a lean and tall build, but his skin was pale, almost sickly, it seemed to emit a faint, soft glow under the light. Her usually sharp eyes were closed, her long eyelashes trembling slightly as her lids lowered, her smooth silver hair fell naturally, with a few stray strands covering her forehead and obscuring nearly half of her face, momentarily lending a hint of harmlessness to her cold, stern features.
The wound on the upper left cheek of the Silver-haired man had been treated; the bandage-wrapped wound had scabbed over and showed no signs of infection or suppuration, appearing as though healing would be no problem.
But the gunshot wound was quite deep after all, to the point that even if it healed, it would most likely leave a scar.
Bourbon thought.
Then he changed his mind, thinking that Gin probably wouldn't care about such things.
By the way, haven't you been resting well these past few days?" Bourbon asked in a seemingly casual manner after staring at him for a long while, attempting to gather intelligence. "Or is fighting Akai Shuichi too much of a drain on your energy?
"What do you mean?" Gin asked, her eyes remaining closed as he tilted her head slightly in question.
Bourbon shrugged, not answering directly, but not avoiding the subject either: "You look like you really need a coffee."
Gin clearly understood the other man's unspoken words; he blinked, feeling a slight dryness in his eyes, indeed felt a hint of fatigue.
“No—” the Silver-haired man coughed lightly, shaking his head slightly.
He closed his eyes again, using the little time he had left to rest his eyes. It was clear that the upcoming mission would not be easy—even though he already knew the general course of events.
The solution in the wound had a refreshing clarity to it, which was quite comfortable—at least Gin didn't hate it.
After a brief pause, Gin spared a fraction of his attention to answer Amuro Tooru's question: "I've been organizing Cavendish's files lately; sometimes I get busy quite late."
Cavendish was not a careless person either.
"Cavendish?" Amuro Tooru repeated the name, a flash of ruthlessness flickering in his greyish-purple eyes.
It has been a long time since Scotland's death.. However, whenever he thinks of that Sniper, Bourbon still feels an impulse to make him pay in blood.
He shifted his gaze imperceptibly, suppressing the hatred churning within his heart, his spoken words already a facade of calm.
He was even excessively calm: "Did he offend you?"
It would be best if he did.
I wouldn't mind taking care of it myself.
However, Gin did not give a definitive answer.
On the contrary, this calm and aloof fellow, who seemed to have everything under control, showed a slight expression of doubt.
He turned his head to look at Amuro Tooru, his slightly wavering voice filled with confusion at the other man's feigned ignorance.
The light danced upon his eyelashes.
"I will give you the intelligence regarding Scotland's death—" Gin opened his eyes, a hint of sleepiness still lingering in his green eyes, making him look exceptionally real.
Didn't I promise you this before?
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Author's Note: Sending love to everyone~ Love you all~
Chapter 148 Chapter 132 "Okay, you win..
Everything at Laiyeshan Dao ended unexpectedly smoothly, to the point that Gin almost doubted the reality of the matter.
Akai Shuichi and Conan's cooperation was unexpected yet truly well-coordinated; whether or not they possessed Protagonist Aura, they were both people who dared to act and dared to dream.
It must be said that Akai Shuichi's boldness even made Gin marvel. At least for him, it was highly unlikely that he would trust a little one he had only known for a short time and a CIA undercover who might change plans at any moment, let alone hand his life over to them.
Naturally, their plan succeeded—at least on the surface.
As long as Gin doesn't cause any trouble.
However, Gin had no reason to expose anything. At least for him, at this moment, the benefits of Edogawa Conan and Akai Shuichi being alive far outweighed them receiving a one-shot headshot from him.
Otherwise, he wouldn't have had to endure for so long.
The Silver-haired man closed his eyes.
Sunlight spilled over him, dancing through his flowing Silver hair, enveloping his entire being in a light halo.
However, he was still a darkness that could not be dissolved by the light.
However, during the "Recover Minami Rena" plan, while selecting those few pots of Balloon flower that symbolized victory, a momentary hesitation in his fingertips made him realize that he was hesitating about something.
—At least for Gin, it was highly unlikely that he would trust a Little one he had only known for a short time and a CIA Undercover who might change his plans at any moment, let alone place his life in the other's hands.
But not long ago, why did he allow that shot to be fired, even while knowing full well that Akai Shuichi existed?
Was it trust?
Or was it certainty?
Was it because of that inexplicable sense of mutual appreciation that arose from some unseen connection, a feeling even he couldn't quite explain?
Or perhaps, that sliver of tacit understanding gained from long-term encounters and clashes?
Gin lowered his green eyes slightly.
The petals of the Balloon flower trembled slightly in the wind, much like those unspoken complexities; the moment the wind died down, the petals returned to stillness.
The Silver-haired man extended his Finger, lightly touching the petals of the flower in the pot; his hand, clad in pure black leather gloves, would leave no fingerprints, nor could he feel the true texture of the petals.
..
After exposing Minami Rena's true identity, Akai Shuichi and Minami Rena reached a temporary cooperation and formulated a plan. This FBI agent finally began his plan.
Coated fingertips, the deceased Kusuda Michimichi, a dialogue between two moles with their own ulterior motives where both understood the truth, the courage to drive alone toward Laiyeshan Dao, a "one-shot kill" under surveillance, raging fires, a Chevrolet.
Truth is Truth, falsehood is falsehood; truth and falsehood intertwined.
This is everything that is about to happen.
But when thinking about Akai Shuichi's red Chevrolet being burned to a crisp, Gin's mouth still twitched uncontrollably.
He suddenly thought that whether it was Akai Shuichi or Amuro Tooru, the vehicle loss rate for both was quite high.
At least they were much higher than his.
Of course, no matter how you look at it, their cars weren't as expensive as his.
After a chaotic mess of thoughts, it manifested in reality as Gin sitting quietly not far from where Akai Shuichi and Minami Rena were facing off, leaning his weight against the back of the chair and calmly watching the show.
"You can make your move now," he announced.
The Silver-haired man's voice was as cold and unsympathetic as always, with only a slight raspiness in the end of his words revealing his exhaustion from the past few days.
A voice transmitted through radio waves inaudible to humans reached the other end; the man's voice in the earpiece was incredibly clear, Minami Rena naturally received the message as well.
She lowered her eyes slightly, her long eyelashes trembling faintly in the sunlight, then she raised her handgun.
"Remember, aim for the head." Inside the black Porsche, Gin took in everything through the surveillance and gave a nonchalant reminder.
As if sensing something, the moment the gun in Minami Rena's hands shifted direction, Akai Shuichi couldn't help but let out a bitter smile.
I suspected it long ago, but still—
The FBI Agent stated a fact in a gentle tone, the complexity in his voice caused even Hondo Emi, who had been undercover as Minami Rena for many years, to feel a sense of doubt.
But he had no intention of explaining.
Hondo Emi pulled the Trigger.
Akai Shuichi closed his eyes.
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Meanwhile, inside the black Porsche, Gin blinked.
A trace of darkness flickered within his green eyes as the silver-haired man lowered his head slightly, feeling a faint ache from the scabbed wound on his cheek.
"Boss, everything has ended smoothly," Vodka reminded him from the side.
His eyes revealed absolute trust; sometimes, even Gin could not tell if this trust was for him personally or for the Black Organization.
But none of that mattered anymore. From the distance, the characteristic sound of a police siren drifted in, slow and steady, growing from faint to loud as it approached.
The sound broke Gin's nameless contemplation. The silver-haired man gave a light cough and said in a flat voice, "Let's wrap this up, Kiel."
He then hung up the call.
The black Porsche began to start, the scenery outside the window began to recede. Gin tilted her head slightly, gazing out at the view with an indifferent expression, feeling a moment of hesitation.
There was a small Silver bullet ornament in his Coat pocket, the cold sensation of his finger touching the ornament caused his thoughts to drift uncontrollably, he could not explain to himself why he had brought this ornament along.
However—
"It's over.." An almost inaudible murmur escaped from his lips.
"Boss?" Vodka, in the driver's seat, seemed to have heard a sound, but he couldn't quite make it out, could only tilt his head to gaze at Gin with a confused expression.
Gin gave a light chuckle and raised his voice, "It's nothing."
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"So, Akai Shuichi is really dead?" As soon as he returned to the Black Organization, Bourbon, having already heard the news, arrived impatiently to confirm the status of his arch-nemesis.
Gin gave him a cold glance, his tone slightly teasing, "Are you really that concerned about him?"
Amuro Tooru's expression turned strange for a moment, as if he had just eaten something disgusting, his face soured to the extreme: "Are you joking?!"
Gin glanced at the ill-tempered Blonde-haired youth with a nonchalant attitude and reached out to pat his shoulder.
Bourbon's expression instantly became even more strange: "What are you doing?"
“I'm hungry.” Having stated his current state simply, Gin's expression was quite innocent, as if his eyes were silently signaling to Amuro Tooru that he wasn't the one who should be bringing him food quickly.
Amuro Tooru's mouth twitched. "You're breaking your character.."
.." Gin remained silent for three seconds before repeating, "I'm hungry.
“..”
“..”
“Okay, you win.”
The two stared at each other in silence for a while, after a long moment, Amuro Tooru finally surrendered: "What do you want to eat?"
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