Having received no answer from Gin, Amuro Tooru naturally would not easily let this opportunity for testing pass. From Gin's previous actions, he roughly knew that this man was not as loyal to the Black Organization as he appeared to be.
However, at least for now, he had no intention of completely betraying the Black Organization.
—That is to say, this kind of ambiguous state is the most troublesome.
What was even more troublesome was that, with his leverage held in the opponent's hands, he seemed unable to get to the bottom of the matter.
For a moment, the Public Security elite felt rather depressed.
Akai Shuichi's fake death plan was progressing very smoothly. Given his current state, the best way was to vanish and completely erase his presence, shifting himself from the light into the shadows.
Based on this, he does not even plan to contact his former Colleague.
But as the saying goes, "The tree wants to be still, but the wind will not cease"—he might want to keep a low profile and play dead in peace, but others might not feel the same way.
—For example, Bourbon.
To test Akai Shuichi's colleague, also to see if he could lure the man himself out, Bourbon went to see Vermouth.
The relationship between Vermouth and Bourbon seemed somewhat unusual; although it was known that a large part of the reason was because that person held something over the other, Gin was not interested in this.
Anyway, he also has a partnership with Vermouth.
—Having Foresight is truly.. exhilarating.
Thus, upon learning this news, Gin remained composed; in any case, he would not get involved no matter what.
After all, he still had more important matters to attend to.
..
After Akai Shuichi was mentioned in the Hotel, Judy had been restless. Although they had broken up, Akai Shuichi was still an important Companion to him. His expression was despondent as she struggled between reason and emotion for a time, his meeting with Scarred Shuichi only intensified his distraction.
The moment she caught a glimpse of "Akai Shuichi," his expression changed drastically. He rushed over in a frantic hurry, wanting to confirm something; the eyes behind his sunglasses were no longer their usual calm and steady selves, but had turned into a mess of panic and confusion.
After all, not many people can maintain rational and calm thinking when facing the Death of their loved one.
After that, they encountered Robbers.
Scarred Akai Shuichi was naturally among the hostages being held captive, but for some reason, he did not communicate with Judy.
It must be said, this was indeed where Amuro Tooru's methods were clever.
After repelling the robbers, the "Akai Shuichi" persona played by Amuro Tooru vanished. At the same time, in an unknown location, the relevant video footage was swiftly delivered into Gin's hands through various clandestine channels.
The Silver-haired man finished watching the video with an expressionless face, leaning back against the Sofa in a casual yet indisputable manner, his entire being from his fingertips to his every strand of hair radiating 'resistance'.
And?" Gin tilted her head, her tone cold and devoid of even a hint of doubt, "What are you trying to say?
Cavendish, standing to the side, was not so easily dismissed either. He let out a light chuckle and raised his hand to tap the Wine glass in front of him. "Rum suspects that Akai Shuichi did not die.. so—"
So, what does that have to do with me?
Gin casually poured himself a glass of red wine, the deep, dark red liquid flowing slowly into the wine glass, shimmering brilliantly under the dazzling light.
What does it have to do with you?" Cavendish asked back in disbelief, his mouth twitching as he felt the veins throbbing on his head. "This is your mission, isn't it?
“I have already submitted my Mission Report, it has already been reviewed.” Gin was indifferent to the collapsing attitude of the man opposite him. He reached out to swirl the wine glass in his hand, taking a light sip of the red wine within the glass.
It was bitter, with a hint of faint, mellow fragrance.
Not bad.
"Not bad," Gin evaluated.
Then the Silver-haired man raised his eyes. "I think he is already dead. If Rum doesn't believe me, you can just let him go and confirm it for himself."
Gin's cold and aloof features radiated a sense of "none of my business," a sentiment so obvious it was as if it had been written out in large, bolded ink.
Sensing the faint dissatisfaction and the firm determination not to intervene from his words, Cavendish could only sigh inwardly, "Okay.."
“I can go, right?” Cavendish rubbed his temples in frustration, then slowly raised his gaze, his tone turning somewhat solemn, “But, Gin—”
Her eyes gazed into Gin's calm, waveless green eyes, her expression grew solemn.
You lately—" He hesitated. "You seem to have changed quite a bit?
The person opposite him did not answer.
After a long silence, the Silver-haired man let out a light chuckle and said coldly, "Is that so?"
"I was merely.. thinking some things through," he said nonchalantly.
After a pause, the man gave Cavendish a brief, indifferent glance, his tone as calm as before: "Cavendish—"
The Colleague opposite looked up at him.
Under the other's puzzled gaze, Gin gave a dry laugh. "Even if we have known each other for many years, if it becomes necessary, you would certainly make a move against me."
The man named after Whisky gave Gin a strange look, saying as if it were only natural, "Isn't that perfectly normal?"
Then you should also understand—
Gin's fingertips trembled slightly, as if a butterfly had landed softly upon a petal, as if a gentle breeze had quietly brushed past the branches.
Then, all was calm, everything returned to nothingness.
Everything remained unchanged.
It was as if he had never hesitated.
As if he had never given any hint.
The Silver-haired man snarled:
Then you should understand—I am the same.
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Author's Note: Unless there is an accident, there will be extra chapters.
Love you all~
Chapter 149 Chapter 133 Gin decides to begin his performance..
On the other hand, life hasn't been quite so easy for Sheila.
Ever since she laid all her cards on the table with her Brother, her life had been under strict supervision by her Brother. He used to be able to take on missions to keep in touch with his ICPO Subordinates, but now..
Heh.
All missions were politely declined by his Brother, those that could not be refused were taken over by him. Due to his Brother's status and their overt relationship with those two, the people in the Black Organization did not sense anything was wrong.
Heartache JPG
This isn't even the most heart-wrenching part; the most heart-wrenching part is yet to come!
Sheila: I feel like I'm about to be ruined.
She covered her face and buried her head in the pillow, rubbing her beautiful, exquisite face against the soft down pillow, puffing out her cheeks to show her immense resentment.
Sheila didn't want to say anything for a moment.
However—
The beautiful girl cast her gaze toward a place not far away, curling her lips into a smile toward an empty space.
That smile was like a midnight Udumbara, fleeting yet stunningly beautiful, adding a touch of brilliance to Sheila's exquisite features, which remained breathtakingly beautiful despite his serious illness.
She narrowed her eyes slightly, silently mouthing a few words:
—Hurry up and help me!
..
—Help me, hurry!
Watching this scene through the surveillance camera, Gin felt quite helpless.
Heine has been like a bomb lately—a bomb with a massive amount of sulfur in it, at that—to the point where even Gin is reluctant to mess with him.
Although he and Sheila are in a cooperative relationship, well—
There is a saying, 'If I do not enter Hell, who will?' For the sake of the big picture, Sheila, you should show a bit of a spirit of sacrifice.
The negotiations with the Mafia went very smoothly, for this, Borse even made a special trip to Italy—Gin wasn't at ease either.
Heine's father's temper seemed terrifyingly good during this stage, making it impossible to tell if he was brewing something big—or if it was because the matter involved his son and daughter?
But regardless, Gin was quite happy that the cooperation could proceed smoothly.
—He just didn't know if Sheila was unhappy.
But even if she was unhappy, there was nothing that could be done at the moment; after all, there was someone even more unhappy than she was.
The youth grabbed by Gin was about twenty years old, his youthful face still filled with innocence, those obsidian eyes were bright and clear.
He looked much more mature than before, but in Gin's eyes, the biggest difference between him and before was—
He no longer sported that afro.
The IC. PO, who had once disguised himself as a Staff member to encounter Gin, stared blankly at the ground, his face filled with a sense of total resignation.
It wasn't that he hadn't tried to struggle, but the result—
You only need to look at his current appearance, you will know.
The young Asian youth lowered his eyes listlessly, putting on an unyielding front and using silence as a form of wordless resistance.
Gin raised an eyebrow and smiled.
You still dare to show your face before me?
This sentence wasn't even a provocation; it was simply a statement of fact, because after all—
Gin actually quite hated people who deceived him.
“I thought Sheila had already warned you.” The Silver-haired man tilted his head slightly, his gaze filled with pure mockery, his hands resting naturally in his Coat pockets.
His slightly long bangs covered half of his face, casting a thin layer of shadow over him under the bright Light.
It was as if a taboo had been touched; the young ICPO became instantly agitated, no longer possessing the same nonchalant attitude he had just a few seconds ago.
He stared with his bright black eyes, his darkness burning with raging wrath: "What did you do to Senior Sheila?"