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Nana's interest in Sera Masumi did not arise out of thin air.
Although it must be said that Sera Masumi certainly appealed to her—the fact that she was a high school girl detective alone added many points, not to mention that Sera was also a Taekwondo expert and a well-endowed girl (Sera Masumi..) — it truly gave Nana quite a good impression of her.
Even so, the reason she showed such obvious concern was because of the Tram encounter incident from a few years ago.
It appeared that Sera Masumi and the man formerly codenamed 'Rye' in the Organization were siblings, she had also seen that the waiter named Amuro Tooru was part of their group during that incident.
Later, she also confirmed through Azhen's attitude that they were indeed connected to the organization Azhen belonged to.
—And Zhenjun's organization was the one related to her Sister's death.
This was the reason she was interested in Sera Masumi.
Even though Zhenjun was unwilling to let her get involved—and even as time flies, even though she had been tempered and grown more mature through various incidents, Zhenjun's reluctance only grew more and more.
But she still wanted to know more.. more..
After all, one was her blood-related Family, the other.. was the Brother who had looked after her for many years.
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Setting aside Nana's determination for the moment, Gin found another opportunity to meet Bourbon.
It has been easy to find Bourbon lately; after all, before working part-time at the Poirot Cafe, Bourbon had always been a mystic intelligence officer—and by the way, Vermouth is also a mystic, Gin hates that word.
Finding a mystic who specializes in Intelligence is actually quite difficult—though for Gin, it is not something he cannot do.
And after he started working at Poirot, Bourbon went from being a wandering wild NPC to a fixed BOSS; if you wanted to find him, you only had to go to Poirot.
For Gin, the additional condition was to avoid the members of the protagonist group.
—It would also be best to avoid Shuichi Akai.
Of course, given the grudge between Rye and Bourbon, the number of times the former has come to Poirot to make things uncomfortable was not high—it could be described as almost negligible.
Rarely, at the moment he prepared to head to Poirot, Gin experienced a rather strange sensation.. Could it be called a sense of guilt?
Forget it, better not think about it too much.
The Top of Police Academy, who had always been uninterested in matters of Emotion, could practically use that famous internet catchphrase to describe himself in this regard—I am an assassin without any feelings.
Before this, Gin had already handed over the intelligence regarding Cavendish to Bourbon.
The complex expression on that person's face when he received that information is still vivid in my mind, yet Gin felt no psychological burden regarding his flirtatious behavior.
No.. perhaps he doesn't even have any self-awareness regarding what kind of result his actions will bring.
What pleased him was that Bourbon did not impulsively go looking for trouble with Cavendish, but instead showed restraint.
Regarding this, Gin felt a sense of satisfaction mixed with a hint of complexity.
That once somewhat green Public Security undercover has already grown up.
Just the thought of him losing control because of Scotland, even to the point of nearly self-destructing in an attempt to prevent Scotland's death..
Gin slightly lowered his eyes.
However, within the Black Organization, especially for a Black Organization undercover [male].. this kind of emotion is something one cannot afford.
Endurance is not cowardice, but rather a way to ensure they pay an even more painful price.
Even Gin.. is the same—it turns out that after all this circling around, nearly ten years have passed.
“What did you come to see me for?” Despite being twenty-nine, the Public Security officer, who still possessed a delicate, youthful face, placed the coffee by the other man's hand and then sat down quite naturally opposite Gin.
Gin's thoughts were interrupted by him, the dazed look in his green eyes flashing and then vanishing, as his eyes reflected the figure of the man sitting opposite him.
“……” He was silent for a moment.
Amuro Tooru was puzzled, so he raised his hand and waved it before his eyes. "What's wrong?"
“Furuya—” After a pause of several seconds, Gin spoke as if he had finally made up his mind, his voice still calm and cold, however, a faint, almost imperceptible hesitation in the end of his words betrayed him.
Furuya, let me take you somewhere.
Chapter 151 Chapter 135 Amuro Tooru's eyes suddenly widened..
Gin rarely acted as a Driver.
Although he has many cars in his Garage, his own appreciation for luxury cars is quite high, since his Subordinates usually do the work for him, why should he trouble himself with driving?
There are many people who serve as her Driver.
Those close to him included Vodka and Heine, while those further away included Akai Shuichi and Amuro Tooru. Not to mention Borse making occasional appearances, even Vermouth has served as his Driver.
Of course, it wasn't that he didn't know how to drive.
In fact, Gin's driving skills are excellent; he even used to race cars. Combined with his high salary and abundance of wealth, he can afford to spend lavishly on his beloved car's configuration without a second thought.
Just like his beloved Porsche 356A, this vintage car produced in Germany is quite old and can hardly be found on the market, but in his hands, its performance in all aspects remains excellent.
Although it had been a while since he last drove, the Silver-haired man's skills had not grown rusty because of it.
With a light turn of the steering wheel, the silver-white sedan obediently navigated a bend, its spinning wheels kicking up small bits of mud. The man in the driver's seat maintained a calm expression, her green eyes cool and indifferent, her movements appearing effortless and without a hint of strain.
Amuro Tooru sat in the passenger seat, following traffic regulations, he dutifully fastened his seat belt, though he couldn't help but feel a sense of hesitation in his heart.
It must be said, he had a sense of Foreboding.
How should I put it? Following the custom of his previous partners, he had already walked toward the driver's seat before leaving, but he was forcefully stopped by Gin.
Somehow, since this young master rarely drives himself, Amuro Tooru, as a passenger, should have felt lucky.
However, the blonde-haired youth's sense of timing was quite difficult to describe.
—How should I put it.. He always gives the illusion of giving a stick and then a sweet.
The sweet treat has already been given.. I just hope the next blow isn't too heavy..
Ever since getting into the car, Gin had not said a word, seeing this, Amuro Tooru sat quietly by his side, without uttering a single word.
For a moment, a heavy, indescribable silence fell over the interior of the car.
Music played slowly within the silver-white sedan, its melodious and ethereal tones washing over the soul. The music lingering in the car was clearly instrumental, pure and devoid of a single lyric. Somehow, at this very moment, the clearly pure music somehow gave someone the illusion of coldness.
The sunlight outside the car was warm, dancing golden particles fell upon Gin's eyelashes, creating a sense of serene beauty.
Silent and soundless.
The vehicle drove along the small road winding through the mountains.
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Nana was ordering at Poirot Cafe.
Having moved to Beika Town not long ago, she was not yet familiar with the surrounding environment. He had been busy moving house for some time, at this very moment, having finally finished his tasks, she suddenly realized that she didn't even have enough food at home to fill his stomach.
Fortunately, the food at the nearby Poirot Cafe was quite good, she had been dining at Poirot Cafe frequently during this period.
Not only is the food outstanding, but the Waitress is just as stunning.
However—
"Is Amuro-san not here today?" After scanning the surroundings, Nana put down her spoon and asked Azusa, the other waitress who had finished her tasks, curiously.
Ah.. he was here before." Ms. Azusa tilted her head slightly as she answered. "But it seems he had some urgent business today and took a sudden leave to go home.
“I see..” Suzuki Sonoko sighed with regret, then turned her head toward the well-mannered youth wearing glasses not far away, before whispering to her best friend Ran with infatuation, "It's a shame Amuro-san isn't here.. but Mr. Shuichi looks very handsome too!"
Ran looked at her Friend, who was suffering from her old habit once again, with an expression of both indulgence and tenderness: "Even so, isn't Kyogoku still your favorite, Sonoko?"
Sonoko blushed slightly and gave Ran a playful, weak shove—the kind that didn't use any real strength—: "Of course! Akashi is the best."
Nana kicked the bowl of dog food away with a cold expression, even wanting to call Yaji to take the affectionate couple back.
That's right, that's right." At that moment, Sonoko suddenly remembered something. "My uncle has issued another challenge to Phantom Thief Kid—
Ah?" / "Is that so?
Nana and Ran spoke in unison.
Not to mention Ran, who is close to Sonoko, even Nana, a mere onlooker, had heard something about the several battles between Suzuki Jirokichi and Phantom Thief Kid—it had truly happened too many times!
However—
"When?" Nana asked curiously.
As expected, it is always interesting!
“Probably in about a week..” Suzuki Sonoko thought for a moment before answering, “Phantom Thief Kid's invitation has already been decrypted, it should be around this time.”
She tilted her head slightly, revealing a smile free of any gloom. "Let's go together!"
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After driving for a distance, Gin finally showed signs of stopping.
He slammed on the brakes, after pulling the handbrake, his gloved hand slightly twisted the key to a new angle. The fair skin between his black glove and sleeve was exposed to the air as the engine died.
What came into view next was a desolate, uninhabited mountain area.
A simple and elegant villa appeared before Amuro Tooru.
Gin opened the car door and was the first to step out, an action that clearly indicated they had arrived at their destination.
A few translucent droplets of condensation had gathered on the window of the silver-white sedan. Gin did not choose to drive his beloved Porsche—it attracted too much attention.
Some mistakes only need to be made once.
After getting out of the car, the air rushing toward him was chilly, covering her exposed skin with a cool sensation that triggered a physiological shiver.
Compared to the bustling city, the temperature in the mountains was indeed much colder.
However, whether it was Amuro Tooru or Gin, neither were those kinds of weak women—which was quite different from Kimie—their physical fitness was sufficient to handle this cold.
However—
"What kind of place is this?" Amuro Tooru, who had remained silent throughout the journey, finally could not help but ask. Whether it was the caution of a member of the Japanese Public Security or the curiosity of a detective, he was interested in the scene before him.
Moreover—
He left him with a cryptic command to follow him, without offering a single word of explanation. Given that, Gin should be giving him an explanation, shouldn't he?