Beside them, Pino twitched the corner of his mouth. He tilted his head to glance at his unfriendly Young Master, then tilted his head again to look at the indifferent wounded man, thinking to himself that their attitudes seemed to be reversed.
Even though his injuries were clearly severe, Gin, who looked as if nothing was wrong, was not without sensation at this moment.
Pain—it was only natural.
He isn't a person with analgesia.
It was just that he had already grown used to it.
Having walked through years of blood and carnage, he had suffered wounds far more severe than this, had faced countless life-and-death situations; there was no reason for him to become delicate now.
Amidst waves of pain that surged like the tide, Gin tried to calm his mind by thinking about other things.
Pino had already stepped forward, under the silent gaze of the two, he walked toward Gin, who was lying on the hospital bed, forcing himself to remain calm.
He reached out with his disinfected hands, which were covered in professional medical gloves, began to remove the bandages from that man.
Simple treatment was nowhere near enough to deal with Gin's abdominal wound. He had already returned to a Safe place, now that he was being attended to by professional Medical personnel, how could he not make full use of them?
While the bandage helped stop the bleeding, it also caused certain complications. For instance, as it was being removed now, the flesh clung to the bandage; with even a slight tug, there was a faint sound accompanied by the reopening of the wound.
Bloodstains and tiny bits of flesh were torn away with Pino's movements, emitting a fishy, metallic scent. Even though Pino had been extremely careful, some things were unavoidable.
She frowned deeply, glancing at Gin, whose entire body was tense, her lip color pale, even a faint, cold sweat was seeping from her forehead. She hesitated, asking, "Do you need an anesthetic?"
As he spoke, Pino's face remained as expressionless as if paralyzed, with only a hint of human warmth in his tone.
“No need.” Gin's voice trailed off slightly, but his meaning was clear: “It isn't necessary right now.”
Now is the time to battle B. W. The situation is urgent, no one knows when something else might happen, so he needs to maintain sufficient clarity and mobility.
Pino's eyes flickered slightly, but he said nothing, calmly continuing with the task at hand.
After a brief silence, Gin broke the silence first: "Are you worried about your sister?"
He looked at Heine; that man had been injured again during the previous firefight, but it was not serious.
Heine was slightly moved by the words, then let out a complex smile. "What else?"
“She.. is not a child anymore,” Heine sighed hesitantly. “I actually believe in her abilities, it's just that sometimes I can't help but worry.”
Pausing, the blonde-haired man sighed and shook his head. "But this time, she promised me she would do her best to stay alive."
She had promised me.
Gin said no more.
Sheila is the key person for them to connect with the ICPO. Given Gin's background as an assassin from the underworld, Heine's intricate connections to both the Black Organization and the Mafia, anyone with a brain would know that the ICPO wouldn't trust them.
For a transnational organization like B. W, it would be quite difficult to deal with the forces that Gin and Heine's subordinates could mobilize, the partial support from Heine's father, the remaining forces of Brandy that Madra held in his hands.
The only consolation was that they held a slight advantage in terms of Intelligence, which helped them avoid many unnecessary losses.
At the same time, they also turned over a group of people who were dissatisfied with B. W.'s arbitrary and ruthless ways.
It must be said that even Gin is a ruthless fellow; compared to B. W, he at least has a bottom line and isn't prone to being mercurial or having intermittent bouts of insanity.
Thinking about it this way, I really feel sympathy for B. W.'s subordinates.
In such a disadvantaged situation, Sheila approached his adoptive father, who is also a high-level member of the ICPO, without Heine's knowledge, to request cooperation and obtain assistance.
After all, B. W. was a fairly large organization in its own right.
As the ICPO contact, Sheila has been incredibly busy lately. Heine is very worried about his health, but—
The beautiful girl pursed her lips and smiled; even though her pale complexion looked as if it might melt at a touch, the smile on her face was still as vibrant as a blooming peach blossom on a spring branch.
Don't worry, I can still hold on." Sheila tilted his head. "Besides, my brother has worked so hard for my sake, I can't just sit around and do nothing!
I have to complain here; although the two of them clearly share a deep sibling bond, sometimes when Gin watches them interact, he really gets the illusion of witnessing a display of affection.
We don't have a high chance of winning if this continues." Gin's brow twitched from the Pain, his Voice trembling with restraint: "Heine—
The Silver-haired man let out a breath, the cold sweat on his forehead caused his loose strands of hair to stick to his skin; for a moment, this seemingly invincible man appeared somewhat disheveled.
Pino used medical needle and thread to suture Gin's wound, his gloves stained red by Gin's blood.
That cut was very deep, nearly reaching the internal organs. The edges of the Wound were peeled outward, showing a stark white layer of flesh mixed with flowing blood; any slight mishap could cause secondary trauma.
Gin restrained his body to keep from moving, because the cold sweat caused by Pain came in waves, leaving him looking as if he had been fished out of the water.
Sweat rolled down from her forehead, landing slowly on her lips, Gin could faintly taste the salty flavor.
The metallic taste of blood in his mouth, the saltiness between his lips and tongue, the waves of pain surging from his body to his nerves—for a moment, Gin could not distinguish which of these different sensations originated from what.
They were all mixed together, ravaging that man's sanity.
“Create an opportunity—” The man looked up, his Green eyes staring straight at Heine.
Even though he looked completely disheveled, his eyes remained rational, clear as a blade, piercing straight into the Enemy's heart.
Create an opportunity. I need to meet him alone—" After a pause, Gin changed his wording: "It doesn't have to be just the two of us, but at the very least, there shouldn't be too many people.
“You want to negotiate with him?” The scent of blood reached Heine's nose, causing that man to frown slightly in discomfort. “I'm not very optimistic about it..”
“He is not an ordinary person, you are injured—” Heine slowly listed the clues that were unfavorable to them. “And, if it is not just the two of you alone, once you fail, how can you guarantee that you can escape?”
“One must always take a gamble.” Gin's lips curled slightly into a smirk. Her sweat-dampened silver hair clung to her forehead, failing to conceal those sharp green eyes. "And besides, I think I have a way—I might not lose."
The Silver-haired man's tone was cold and hard, tinged with a hint of ruthlessness. For a moment, Heine felt as if he were looking at a mad gambler, a silver wolf that had been suppressed for far too long.
Anytime, anywhere, he could use his sharp claws to tear through the Enemy's throat, use his fangs to puncture the Enemy's veins, then drink his blood greedily.
Listen to me.
Gin said.
“..”
Heine closed his eyes.
"Okay.." He paused, opening his eyes to look directly at this man, who was disheveled yet could not hide his true essence.
I'll do as you say.
..
Bourbon, having accepted Vermouth's invitation, arrived at the appointed cafe on time.
It was a small, exquisitely decorated cafe with high-end positioning; both the decor and the service were impeccable—everything exuded an air of luxury.
When Amuro Tooru pushed the door open and walked in, Vermouth was already waiting for him.
Before that, this woman had already booked the entire cafe.
Although this Cafe was not very large, the Customers passing through were all wealthy people with exquisite clothing and extraordinary taste. Booking the entire afternoon naturally required a significant amount of money.
Fortunately, the Shop owner is a fan of Chris Wynyard and her daughter, so she gave her idol a special discount to save Vermouth from spending too much—of course, even if he paid full price, Vermouth would not lack the money.
The stunning woman wore her well-groomed blonde hair loose, the sunlight scattered across the tips of her hair, making it shine with a brilliant radiance.
The blonde-haired woman wore a simple style of work attire today, a white shirt and a hip-hugging skirt, layered with a slim-fitting khaki suit coat, wore a pair of exquisite smoke-gray high heels, looking perfectly dressed.
Only a blue crystal hair clip made of beads pinned to the blonde hair of the beauty added a touch of bright color to her appearance, complementing her blue eyes.
The beauty is indeed pleasing to the eye, but a femme fatale is not so easy to provoke.
Amuro Tooru understood this well, he got straight to the point: "Do you have business with me or not?"
“You look very busy with work..” Vermouth said unhurriedly. “Why take on so many part-time jobs at the same time? Are you dissatisfied with the organization's salary?”
Amuro Tooru put on a polite, professional smile. "Not at all, it's just a personal preference of mine."
"And it's more convenient," he added.
Vermouth slightly raised an eyebrow and gave a noncommittal chuckle, his eyes and brows brimming with charm, though she had no intention of displaying his allure at this moment.
“Gin and Heine have been very active lately.” He tossed out the earth-shattering remark nonchalantly, but clearly had no Plan to satisfy the curiosity of the person opposite.
After this sentence, she ignored Bourbon's unmistakable surprise and gave him no chance to interject; she simply changed the subject, a faint smile still lingering on his calm face, though no mirth could be found in his eyes.
Perhaps.. there is a hint of melancholy.
She curled her lips slightly, reopening the topic.
“You know that girl who has been coming to your cafe lately—her name should be Hashimoto Nana, right?” Vermouth paused, then continued, “Do you know her background?”
It seemed like a topic completely unrelated to her previous sentence.
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Chapter 172: Chapter 156 As a sister, how could I be the only one..
Kimie stood quietly outside the Ward, watching the sisters who had finally been reunited inside.
Although one of them still lay on the hospital bed, eyes closed silently, as if having a Dream—a long, unwilling-to-wake Dream.
Indeed, it has been long enough.
By his side were members sent by Interpol. After the Mafia under Heine's subordinates sent Midori away, what kind of deal did Gin make with Sheila?
Kimie did not know what kind of agreement they had reached, but from this day forward, the girl with her eyes closed in the hospital bed, the woman who had lost her family by the hospital bed, could both receive protection from the ICPO.
This should have been a perfect ending—
It should have been.
However, for some reason, Kimie felt a sudden, sharp pain in her heart, a stinging sensation mixed with a dense, heavy ache that gripped her heart so tightly she could no longer maintain the smile on her face.
For what purpose?
Was it for Shiratori Midori, whose life was turned upside down by an unmerited disaster, who even met a tragic end at such a young age?
For Shiratori Nana, whose family was destroyed when she was young, forced into displacement and living under a false name?
Or—