Anatoly thought.
What a pity..
This was his second thought.
He really felt it was a great regret, he really felt it was a great pity.
Regarding that man before him, Anatoly was enraged by that man's various actions, but amidst that rage, a hint of admiration also welled up from the bottom of his heart.
And the Joy of meeting a worthy opponent.
He was not an ordinary person to begin with. This man from the cold regions of Russia possessed a heart as cold as the Siberian wind, but he also had talent and strength that were quite remarkable.
From losing everything to building this formidable B. W. organization with his own hands, Anatoly started from nothing.
He was indeed mad, indeed wild, yet indeed a man who left one feeling utterly helpless.
Anatoly looks down on many people and never takes those foolish fellows seriously. Even toward his own younger brother, that man has always maintained a cold and distant attitude.
However—
Gin was not someone he considered worth his time.
Unexpectedly, he was not provoked by Gin's almost provocative words.
Even though he had already realized who the person Gin was talking about was.
That Anatoly once cherished like a treasure, the one he longed to bring back to life, one of the few meanings in his life.
That girl, who was quietly sleeping, possessed a peerless beauty that would shock the world, yet she passed away in the prime of her youth.
The treasure stolen by Gin.
This was probably also the reason why Anatoly agreed to a Negotiation with Gin.
..
"Speak." That old man, who had always been exceptionally arrogant, showed a nearly submissive attitude for the first time.
A rare look of Helplessness surfaced on his face, to the point that the Subordinate by his side could not refrain from showing a look of shock and suspicion.
“What will it take for you to give his back to me?” Anatoly stared at Gin, speaking softly.
The Old man's Voice carried a raspiness and a faint sadness. His Voice was very light, the end of his words almost indistinguishable, a thin sliver of tone drifting through the air, carrying a sorrow that was impossible to ignore.
But Gin remained indifferent to it.
Because hidden within those worries was a deep-seated danger.
Is she yours?
After a pause, Gin asked the question anyway.
In fact, he shouldn't have asked that question; it was steeped in too much sarcasm.
And at this moment, the two had already bypassed the stage of testing each other and had reached the stage of Negotiation; provoking Anatoly would not benefit Gin.
But he still asked this question.
Gin really wanted to know the other party's answer.
After this question, Anatoly suddenly raised his eyes, his blood-colored eyes staring coldly at Gin, as if he were looking at a dead man.
He did not make any exasperated movements, but between his tightly pursed lips and the sudden surge of pressure radiating from his entire body, it was enough to make one's heart tremble with fear.
A heavy silence.
Among the Subordinates behind the old man, some who lacked mental fortitude had already revealed expressions of terror. Upon closer inspection, even the remaining few showed varying degrees of stiffness in their bodies.
Gin stepped back imperceptibly, his body instinctively tensing.
".. No." After a long silence, Anatoly answered the question.
His tone was calm, however those reddish-brown eyes hid a heavy, murderous aura: "He belongs to himself, I will never disregard his wishes."
"But—" After such sincere love, Anatoly let out a light chuckle.
At this moment, the madness in that man's bones was fully revealed on his face: "It has been so long, there is no one else by his side, is there?"
Is that so?
Even if there were others, I suppose you would make them disappear without a sound.
There is nothing more to be said about that.
Gin thought.
The two of them were fundamentally different, so.. he naturally would not become Anatoly.
At this moment, all previous hesitation vanished, Gin couldn't help but feel a sense of relief.
My target is simple," Gin said indifferently. "I return his to you, you give me the research materials—that is my only target.
The old man sitting opposite stared at him intently, a faint, unreadable smile playing in his eyes.
The two stared at each other for a long time, surrounded by silence.
"Alright." Finally, Anatoly said those words.
They seemed to have reached a consensus.
It seemed—
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Author's Note: Don't believe the nonsense from these two; they haven't reached a consensus at all.
They were both just talking nonsense.
They're all just lies.
..
Actually, when I saw Silver Bullet, the first thing I thought of was also sb..
And every time they refer to xxx as Silver Bullet, it feels a bit immersion-breaking..
But let's just pretend we didn't notice that, lolololol.
Chapter 177: Chapter 161 The wind blows through his Ponytail..
Although a consensus had been reached on the surface, at first glance they seemed quite harmonious, what the two were thinking in their minds was something only they themselves would know.
Gin said, "My target is simple."
I'll return his to you, you give me the research materials—that is my only Target.
Anatoly said, "Okay?"
But in reality, to the two people facing each other, those few short words could be interpreted in many different ways.
For Anatoly, all he had agreed to was this: Gin would return the Silver-haired girl to Anatoly, Anatoly would give the Information to Gin.
As for other matters, such as whether Gin would live or die after receiving the Information? Whether Gin could leave this island alive? Or whether he would take the Information back if Gin died?
Is that even a question?
And for Gin, Everything was just that simple.
He would certainly complete this Transaction, only this Transaction.
As for whether he will make a move after the transaction is over? What kind of ending will await Anatoly and Gin?
Well, Gin, the synonym for ruthlessness and cruelty, is truly cold-blooded and ruthless.
Facing the Enemy Anatoly, who had set him up several times, there is no way Gin would show any mercy.
Both sides maintained an almost calm mindset, both harboring certain thoughts of killing the other if possible; it all came down to who would prove to be more skilled.
Of course, they also knew that the other party was no simple fellow either.
Therefore, the previous conversation was nothing more than something to listen to; it would be strange if anyone actually took it seriously.
However, the truth of the matter is one thing, how they act on the surface is quite another. At least at this moment, the two of them are maintaining a superficial sense of harmony.
After all, they both held leverage over each other.
"I assume you've brought the Information?" Gin said softly, his eyebrows slightly raised.
her Voice was light, but that did not mean the implications were light; within the dialogue between the two, there were many hidden flashes of blade and sword clashing deep beneath the surface.
For instance, the silver-haired girl Gin mentioned earlier clearly demonstrated that he possesses a certain level of knowledge regarding Anatoly's past.
As for how much he understood—that was something Anatoly would have to figure out for himself.
For instance, Anatoly's mention of "Information" indicates that he knows Gin has been searching for these pieces of Information, which allows for even more analysis to be drawn from it.
That information is a secret of the Black Organization. Gin's search for it, even to the point of cooperating with Interpol for it, is clearly a personal action—it is practically equivalent to betrayal of the Black Organization.
This round of psychological warfare can be considered a draw.
As for the effectiveness of the psychological warfare, no judgment will be made here for the time being. Whether it was Gin or Anatoly, neither was a person easily influenced by external things.
Since you just said you were willing to make a trade with me, I guess you brought his along as well." Anatoly raised an eyebrow slightly, his tone carrying a hint of playfulness and a hint of mockery. "It wasn't easy, was it?
It really wasn't easy.
After all, no matter how breathtakingly stunning the Silver-haired girl's appearance was, or how well the corpse was preserved, she was already a corpse—a corpse that would not move, would not speak, would not breathe, would not open her eyes.
Bringing a corpse to this island was far more difficult than bringing information that could be stored on a USB to this island.
However—
"I have my ways, of course." Gin was unwilling to discuss it further.
Anyway, no matter how troublesome it was, he had already done it, hadn't he?
"Then.." Anatoly looked up at Gin.
The Old man, leaning back in his armchair, had an expression of near-fanatical emotion flash across his face for an instant. The burning passion in his heart lit up his eyes, making even his aged face appear radiant.
Those reddish-brown eyes flashed with a terrifying light.
The reddish-brown eyes gleamed under the Old man's gaze; however, anyone who watched this would feel as if they were seeing a sea of dried blood and grim Skeletons, a chill rising up their spine.