He stepped toward the newcomer and called out his real name: "Akai Shuichi."
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Akai Shuichi, having removed his disguise, was focusing on the coconut in his hands.
The sunglasses used for disguise were tossed carelessly aside by Akai Shuichi, his green eyes staring intently at the coconut in his hands, looking as if he really wanted to use something to drill a hole in it.
Gin was quite speechless at this.
"Did you come here specifically to drink Coconut juice?" Gin glanced at him, his tone mocking.
The two were currently sitting side by side on the beach, neither having changed their clothes. Their disheveled appearance from their travels was clearly somewhat bedraggled; however, given their respective temperaments, this slight messiness only added to their charm.
Gin didn't seem to care whether his Black trench coat was dirty—it had already been soiled before they sat down on the beach—and he sat with one leg bent, looking uncharacteristically relaxed.
His silver hair fell over his shoulders like moonlight, draping him in a layer of silver gauze.
“No,” Akai Shuichi refuted decisively. “I came to see you.”
Gin: ".."
Gin was momentarily speechless.
The FBI elite clearly knew exactly what it meant to build on one's success. After taking the first blood, Akai Shuichi turned his head to look at him, his expression indifferent: "Your whereabouts were too difficult to track. I only managed to follow the clues from B. W. to find you—I owe quite a few people favors."
As an FBI elite agent, Akai Shuichi himself was not a man who followed the rules.
He also has some "friends" from the underworld, people who aren't exactly on the straight and narrow.
Akai Shuichi did not make it explicit, he only briefly mentioned the difficulty of finding people, but Gin knew it all too well.
He turned his head toward the person who should have been his enemy, his mood turning inexplicably irritable, he couldn't help but frown, saying, "It's not like I asked you to come."
Yes," Akai replied, "I came here of my own accord.
Saying this, he raised his hand and handed the prepared coconut to Gin, asking nonchalantly, "Do you want some coconut juice?"
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Chapter 174 Chapter 158 "So, don't even think about rushing.."
Gin stared at the Coconut that Akai Shuichi had handed to him, his gaze shifting for a moment, feeling a sudden urge to complain.
Unfortunately, he was not that kind of person.
So in the end, the Silver-haired man merely stared at the Coconut for three seconds with a slight twitch at the corner of his mouth, then reached out his hand to take it.
I don't know when it started, but Coconut has become one of the standard staples of the beach.
This palm-family plant is juicy and refreshing; its scattered pieces of flesh are uniquely soft and chewy, making it a truly essential summer treat for beating the heat—it is quite popular even in other seasons.
Gin did not hate this fruit—though he couldn't say he liked it much—but he was caught off guard by Akai Shuichi's two consecutive blunt remarks. At this moment, the Coconut, which he had previously looked down upon, became a tool to help him mask his emotions.
For a moment, Gin also didn't know what to say.
"How does it taste?" The culprit who had been making him feel quite irritated was sitting beside him, asking with a slight tilt of his head.
Akai Shuichi's green eyes displayed a clear luster under the sunlight, somewhat cold, yet not heartless.
"It's alright," Gin gave a reserved evaluation.
The Silver-haired man was a bit bewildered—how had things developed to this point? Why was he discussing the flavor of Coconut with Akai Shuichi so naturally?
“I haven't been to this resort island before..” The FBI elite curled his lips, gazing out at the sea from a distance, his expression carrying a hint of unbridled arrogance. “I really owe you for this.”
The Black-haired agent's voice was weary and hoarse, with a faint hint of a smile in his tone, much like a bottle of mellow, aged Liquor.
Gin frowned. "I never thought you would come."
That was the truth.
He had planned to go to the invitation alone and had never considered that anyone else would come.
Even if he hadn't gone to the meeting alone, this matter had absolutely nothing to do with Akai Shuichi in Gin's mind.
He placed everyone on his chessboard, planning the path they should take; so far, despite some setbacks, things had gone quite smoothly.
This time, Benye should be just like before.
—Benye should.
But something, somehow, had slipped out of his control without him even realizing it.
For a moment, Gin almost felt an urge to sigh.
Where exactly.. did it go wrong?
The Silver-haired man was not without hesitation; logically speaking, Akai Shuichi should not have known about his plan. He had timed it perfectly for Midori and Nana to meet, he had certainly not exposed Miyano Akemi.
Akai Shuichi.. How did he find out all of this?
What exactly happened while he didn't know?
A strange sense of confusion mixed with a faint sense of crisis swept through her heart, but unexpectedly, Gin did not have much desire to press for answers.
Or rather, he knew that even if he did ask, Akai Shuichi might not necessarily answer.
So he simply composed his expression and looked up slightly at the person beside him, "Eating?"
“?” A flash of doubt crossed the Black-haired agent's expression, which slowly transformed into a faint smile on his lips: "Let's go."
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This island is surrounded by the sea on all sides, making transportation quite inconvenient. If Nature is in a bad mood and brings thunder, rain, or tsunamis, then congratulations—whether you can connect to a signal on the island will depend on Luck.
But since it could become a tourist attraction, the island naturally had its own unique charms.
For example, the picturesque beaches, the wide variety of seafood.
—The seafood is also incredibly fresh.
Since seafood is the specialty of the island, finding an authentic Seafood restaurant on the island was no difficult task—one only had to ask the local.
If you find it too much trouble to ask the Local, you can simply look at the length of the queue outside the door to get an idea.
The fish sashimi in front of me was refreshing, tender, soft. The lemon juice removed the fishiness perfectly, the soy sauce mixed with wasabi brought a unique, rich flavor, adding a touch of stimulation to the tender fish.
The rice grains were plump and translucent, formed into a small, perfect morsel. Paired with the fresh fish placed atop it, a single bite released a rich, savory aroma that filled the mouth.
Various kinds of fresh sashimi were also laid out on the table next door, their colorful appearance making one's heart race with desire.
Oysters and shellfish have beautiful shells and soft meat; they are not only good-looking but even more delicious.
There were also unshucked lobsters, arranged neatly on a large block of ice, their translucent meat shimmering alongside the crystalline ice, reflecting a faint light under the lamp.
However, Gin and his companions' table didn't have that much seafood. Aside from a few pieces of sushi, their entire table was filled with cooked food.
After all, he would be engaging in a life-or-death gamble with others in a couple of days; before that, it was better not to challenge his stomach too much.
Akai Shuichi applied pressure with his thumb, pulled down the tab, then lifted it, opening the beer with ease.
All beer cans are more or less the same; the Black-haired agent's hand rested on the can, watching as the white bubbles from the newly opened beer bubbled upward.
Gin gazed at Akai Shuichi's fingers along with his gaze, an action that suddenly stirred some of his memories.
Before Akai Shuichi arranged his own fake death at that time, it seemed he had applied a coating to his fingertips to prevent fingerprint leakage.
The black-haired agent opposite clearly thought of something as well; he suddenly looked up and smiled, "By the way, I forgot to ask you—when did you discover my fake death?"
From the very beginning.
Gin answered in his heart.
Of course, he was wise enough not to say it.
The Silver-haired man's eyes flickered slightly. He could have easily told a random lie to get through it, but perhaps the atmosphere at this moment was too calm—so calm it was almost deceptive, to the point that even he was deceived.
She didn't really want to lie.
Gin's fingers twitched slightly, he selectively revealed a few facts: "I know Kiel is an undercover.
!" Akai Shuichi's eyes widened for a moment before returning to their usual calm, the corners of his lips even curled into a faint, almost imperceptible smile. "As expected, I can't hide anything from you.
And—" Although it was a pity, Gin still felt the need to give Akai Shuichi a reminder: "I have your fingerprints.
Akai Shuichi: "……"
Indeed, if Gin had his fingerprints, he would know the deceased was not him just by comparing them.
However—
The black-haired agent pressed his forehead to his hand with a sigh, his green eyes shimmering under the light. Gin met those eyes, seeing no surprise in them, only a hint of shallow helplessness, and—
Indulgence.
The person opposite raised an eyebrow at Gin: "Should I thank you for not exposing me?"
Gin tilted her head slightly and replied compliantly, "Don't mention it."
Then he looked up and saw that the look of Helplessness in the Black-haired agent's expression had indeed grown even stronger.
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Akai Shuichi hadn't come to this island without any preparation either; he had brought all the necessary equipment with him. As for how he managed to use sleight of hand to smuggle these contraband items onto the island—
Gin felt he didn't need to ask many questions—the things the Silver-haired man brought onto the island himself were even more outrageous than this.