A lingering chill and murderous intent remained in his eyes, the coat he wore was stained with the blood of others, yet his stride remained calm and composed as he approached step by step.
He took off his black leather gloves, exposing a pair of long, powerful hands to the air, their whiteness almost dazzling. The recent battle had caused him to sweat slightly, a few lingering droplets of moisture on the tip of his nose shimmered with a transparent luster under the sunlight.
He held his gloves in one hand and gripped his gun with the other, his expression one of satisfaction after a hunt, like a Leopard.
Gin came to a halt a few steps away from Akai Shuichi, lifting his eyes to meet the FBI agent's blue eyes, which were the same color as his own.
He narrowed his eyes slightly.
The Silver-haired man's fair cheeks were splattered with crimson bloodstains. Some had already dried, remaining on his cheeks like a scabbed wound; others were still flowing, trickling bit by bit from the corners of his eyes to his cheekbones.
His once loose Silver hair was tied up high, making him look even more sharp and decisive. Because his technique was not quite skillful, several stray strands of hair stuck out abruptly, adding an extra touch of uninhibited elegance.
A slender, fair neck was revealed, with the sharp lines of the collarbones faintly visible.
Akai Shuichi's gaze swept over from above, his eyebrows slightly raised as he gazed at his Nemesis.
Silver ponytail swept through the air in a sharp arc, as Gin exuded a murderous aura.
He seemed to still carry the scent of gunpowder, his entire being radiating intense pressure. His narrowed eyes exuded a murderous aura, his cold, sharp temperament was like a piercing winter wind.
On his fair wrist, blood-colored liquid trickled down, cutting straight across the pea bone.
Gin raised his hand, blood dripped from his fingertips.
Drip—
A Crimson flower bloomed on the ground.
He came through a bath of blood, his body surrounded by a faint, metallic scent of blood.
Perhaps at this very moment, he has become the synonym for danger.
Akai Shuichi curled his lips with interest, his gaze growing increasingly bright.
"Is everything resolved?" The FBI elite tossed out an obvious question, looking as casual as if he were taking a leisurely stroll.
"Otherwise?" Gin's eyes, which he had originally narrowed on purpose, returned to their normal state, he cast a cold, "cut the nonsense" look toward Akai Shuichi.
The silver-haired man scrutinized Akai Shuichi, his gaze lingering for a long time on the guitar case on Akai's back.
"Well done," Gin said, not being stingy with his praise.
A shot from about seven hundred and fifty yards, a fleeting moment; to be able to grasp everything so precisely, Akai Shuichi truly lived up to his reputation as an FBI Ace Agent.
"Naturally." Akai Shuichi accepted the praise from his Nemesis well, the smile at the corners of his lips deepening.
He raised an eyebrow, his words carrying a hint of implication: "Still, you're not half bad yourself."
Being able to deal with the remaining people without a single scratch, Gin truly deserved his title as the Organization's Top Killer.
Even though the assassination missions worth his personal intervention have become fewer in recent years, the Silver-haired man's skills showed no sign of declining.
The conversation came to an end. Akai Shuichi looked at the corpse of the Silver-haired girl hanging high by ropes not far away, a hint of inquiry appearing in his eyes: "How will they handle them?"
Gin curled his lip.
Even though he still maintained an expressionless look, Akai Shuichi could clearly sense a hint of reluctance within it.
Just a simple cleanup will do." At this, Gin looked quite uninterested. "They aren't exactly 'ordinary citizens' anyway.
He felt not the slightest sense of Guilt toward his "kind" in the Dark World, he was even more unwilling to dirty his hands by collecting their corpses.
.." Akai Shuichi was somewhat speechless. "You don't actually intend to just leave them to the Police like that, do you?
He deliberately emphasized the pronunciation of a certain word.
Gin slightly lifted his eyes. "Why not?"
A hint of genuine confusion flickered in the Silver-haired man's green eyes; he then tilted his head and looked up, his ponytail shifting slightly due to the movement. "They are all members of a criminal organization; the Police will likely attribute the cause of death to something like a shootout, right?"
At this point, Gin gave a sneer. "But it's not much different."
Neither side had any good intentions for this meeting," Gin said bluntly. "B. W. dismantled all the possible surveillance equipment.
This was a stroke of luck that happened to make things easier for him.
“So—” Gin casually lifted his eyes, scanning the surrounding scenery. "Anyway, the Police won't find anything on me."
As soon as these words fell, the Silver-haired man raised his eyes and looked at Akai Shuichi with a very blunt gaze.
His cold green eyes seemed to ask silently: So why should I bother to deal with it?
Akai Shuichi: "……"
You make a very good point; I find myself speechless.
The Black-haired FBI agent did not leave the mess behind after all. He frowned and took a step forward, boldly grabbing Gin's sleeve.
With a force so slight it was the complete opposite of his outward demeanor.
That person's body stiffened, he raised an eyebrow, staring at Akai's profile for a few seconds, but in the end, he did not break free.
Akai's expression remained unchanged, but he breathed a small sigh of relief in his heart.
Without showing even a hint of Joy, Akai finally turned to look at Gin and analyzed, "At the very least, it shouldn't be this obvious, right? We still need time before we can leave the island."
Gin frowned slightly: It seemed.. to make some sense.
He fell silent for a moment, before finally speaking, "There is no need to deal with those small fry."
Just deal with Anatoly, who was targeted by a sniper, the silver-haired girl still hanging from the window.
“Y-yes.. yes..” Akai Shuichi conceded, then grabbed Gin's sleeve and led him toward the Villa.
Gin did not have certain serial killer fetishes, he was not interested in wandering around a crime scene for no reason after completing a kill. However, since this was for official business, it was not entirely intolerable.
However—
"You actually don't need to pull me," Gin thought.
However, he hesitated for a moment, in the end, he did not say it aloud.
..
Although it is said that the deceased should be respected and that one should honor the wishes of the deceased, considering that the other party involved might not have consented, Qinchi and the other person ultimately did not bury the two together.
—It's not like someone is settling a personal grudge.
A shovel was a relatively easy tool to obtain.
Regarding the Silver-haired girl who had indirectly helped him, Gin had a fairly good impression of him—and the girl was also quite pleasing to the eye. He very seriously chose a place with a nice view and buried this Beautiful woman who had caused so much turmoil.
The Silver-haired girl's corpse had already undergone special medicinal chemistry treatment, so it was estimated that it would not decay for a very long time.
Considering this, Gin buried his a little deeper.
After all, this girl's appearance was indeed a bit too attractive.
As for Anatoly's corpse, which had been a one-shot headshot..
Ahem, every grievance has its source, so let it be left to the person who killed him.
Gin threw the blame away without any hesitation, not thinking for a moment that he was actually the culprit.
Akai Shuichi, who had been scapegoated: …………
By the time the two were buried, it was almost dark.
The Villa chosen by B. W. was already far from civilization; normally, it shouldn't be discovered for a short period of time.
However, considering the influx of tourists and the population density of this Island—it's better to be safe than sorry.
Even if it was just to avoid any unforeseen complications, leaving this Island early was the right choice.
To leave this island surrounded by sea on all sides, the only conventional way is by boat.
Of course, it wouldn't be impossible for Gin to charter a Helicopter, since he had one anyway. However, such a method would attract too much attention and was not advisable.
The Island is not exactly a popular tourist attraction, the ferries to the island do not run every day. Akai Shuichi looked into it and found that the earliest available voyage wouldn't be for another four days.
This is a bit hateful.
Once a murder case is discovered on the island, the difficulty of leaving will increase significantly.
B. W. doesn't need to worry about this; they arrived on their own Yacht, so they can come and go as they please. Of course, for reasons everyone knows, they will likely have to rest eternally on this island for now.
Gin glanced at his temporary partner, who appeared calm on the surface but was clearly lost in thought, blinked his eyes slightly.
Considering Akai Shuichi had just helped him, it seemed somewhat unkind to simply leave him on the island to fend for himself.
Gin didn't hesitate and stated bluntly, "I've already sent word for someone to pick you up. You can just come back with me."
"??" Akai Shuichi tilted his head to look at him, looking somewhat surprised.
However, this was not entirely unexpected, but for some reason, the FBI agent suddenly had a sense of foreboding.
He became more cautious: "Who did you call to pick you up?"
"Heine." Gin did not hide it, giving the answer directly.
Akai Shuichi: ".."
He had to confirm once more: "You're saying you'll go back with me?"
Gin: "Yeah."
Akai Shuichi tried to control himself: "And then you're having the Black Organization come to pick you up?"
You and I are going back together? Back where?
The Black Organization headquarters?
I didn't expect you to be this kind of Gin! You're being far too excessive with your schemes!
But, aren't you being a bit too careless when it comes to screwing people over?!
Gin blinked, then blinked again.
Pfft—" A faint chuckle escaped the corners of his lips, his cold, sharp features softened considerably. "Don't worry, it's fine.
Anyway—" the Silver-haired man said in an extremely casual tone, "I should be considered as having betrayed the organization now as well.
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Author's Note: I suddenly realized that August ends in just two days..
I did it! I achieved my daily update goal for August! Hurry up and praise me!