At that time, they were still wondering if what they were doing was a bit of a betrayal to their former employer.. Now it seems—
Right now, they have not only escaped, but they also took a group of people with them when they fled; not only did they take a group of people with them when they fled, but they are also currently discussing how to deal with the Black Organization Number Two.
Heine looked over everyone present, unable to help but feel a sense of emotion in his heart:
He really is throwing his former employer under the bus.
Thinking of this, Heine slightly shifted his gaze, casting his eyes toward Gin.
Gin sat calmly on the sofa in the Kudo residence, eating a mouthful of Okonomiyaki with a metal spoon while watching the three of them engage in a verbal sparring match, appearing completely indifferent to the matter.
Only the faint traces of amusement flickering in his green eyes betrayed his wicked sense of humor.
Sitting beside him, Nana looked at Zhenjun, who clearly looked like she was enjoying the show, then at the three people not far away who had reached a temporary truce. For some reason, an inexplicable feeling suddenly surged in her heart.
The black-haired female detective silently lit a candle for the three of them, then thoughtfully poured a cup of tea for Gin.
This is the Longjing tea that Sheila brought, which was supposedly given by one of his subordinates, a "Youth."
In the glass, the tender, smooth tea leaves drifted and swayed in the boiling water, turning the once clear liquid into a translucent, light green tea. The layers of steam rising from the boiling water created a hazy water vapor within the glass, as the mellow and elegant aroma of the tea leaves merged perfectly with the mist, creating a refreshing fragrance.
Gin raised an eyebrow toward Nana, receiving a pleasing smile from the Black-haired girl.
So he withdrew his Vision.
The Okonomiyaki by his side was cooked to perfection. The savory and sweet bonito flakes rose and fell at the edges of the Okonomiyaki, seaweed decorated the bright yellow finished product. With one bite, the textures of bacon, egg, lettuce layered progressively, paired with rich salad dressing and meat sauce, playing a harmonious melody upon her lips and tongue.
The mellow bitterness of the tea perfectly balanced the richness of the Okonomiyaki. Taking advantage of the fact that the Longjing tea was no longer scalding, Gin simply alternated between sips of tea and bites of Okonomiyaki to finish the food before him.
With the snacks finished and his stomach full, he naturally felt more energetic.
The silver-haired man tapped the tabletop a few times with his fingers and asked calmly, "What do you plan to do about Rum?"
The three of them all looked toward him at once.
..
Since their exchange—or perhaps it could be said, their sharing of intelligence—some time ago, they had reached a tentative consensus on the order in which to deal with the Black Organization.
That is, to deal with Rum first.
However, regarding how to deal with Rum, everyone once again had a disagreement.
Akai Shuichi sat down beside Gin without a trace of hesitation, pouring himself a cup of tea as if it were the most natural thing in the world. "Do you have any good suggestions?"
Amuro Tooru, who was a step late, frowned as he stared at his nemesis for a moment, but he maintained his usual smile on his face. He sat down on the Sofa to the right and added unflappingly, "If necessary, I will do my best to cooperate."
Heine tilted his head to look at Gin, a faint glimmer flashing through his cobalt blue eyes, before calmly finding an empty seat and sitting down, a slight smile even lingering at the corner of his lips.
His Lips moved, appearing as if he wanted to say something, but in the end, he did not Really speak.
Having taken in everything, Nana leaned silently against the corner of the Sofa, attempting to suppress her presence as much as possible.
However, no matter how hard she tried, she was no match for a single word from Gin.
The Silver-haired man cast his gaze toward him, his tone indifferent, yet still possessing an indistinct softness: "What are you thinking?"
Nana, who instantly drew everyone's gaze: …………
At this moment, the Black-haired female detective almost felt an overwhelming urge to cry, if heaven could give her one more chance, she would probably only want to say one thing:
Life is too hard. I'm so tired. I'm only in my teens—no, in my twenties—please let me go QAQ
I shouldn't be here; I should be at the Doorway.
Nana closed her eyes, trying her best to ignore the gazes that felt as if they were piercing her skin.
If she were a cat right now, her fur would likely be standing on end all over her body.
Half-length hair hung quietly by Nana's ears. Her earlobes were round and exquisite, a silver green crystal stud on her right ear made her skin appear even fairer.
Nana took a deep breath, trying her best to ignore the awkward scene before her eyes. After a few seconds, having composed herself, she began her analysis, "The problem now is that we cannot find Rum."
The Girl opened her eyes, in the afternoon sunlight, her beautiful Green eyes shimmered: "In that case, can we.. lure him out?"
..
The Girl's suggestion did not spark any argument. Akai Shuichi and Gin exchanged a glance, largely understanding his intention from That person's expression.
He said in a heavy voice, "Not.. However, getting Rum to show himself voluntarily is no easy task."
The FBI elite agent did not oppose Nana's suggestion, nor did he dampen the girl's enthusiasm; on the contrary, he offered a certain level of affirmation—as well as a subtle sense of guidance.
Amuro Tooru raised an eyebrow slightly and continued, "To lure the snake out of its hole, we must start with the things Rum cares about—at the same time, we must also confirm that the person who comes is truly Rum, not his Subordinate."
Following their train of thought, Nana quickly found her rhythm: "Rum must care about quite a lot of things? But for something important enough to make him show up in person.."
That's right, that was the crux of the problem.
Heine watched Nana as she lowered her head, lost in thought, felt an indescribable sensation in his heart.
Compared to Akai Shuichi and Amuro Tooru, he was one of the people at the crime scene who understood Gin's plan most clearly. For this reason, Heine also understood Gin's intentions better than anyone else present.
After Gin joined the Mafia, he certainly would not be able to look after Nana as he once had.
Hashimoto Nana was not a girl who could only survive by relying on others. It was just that once Shiratori Midori recovered, the problems facing the sisters.. would be far greater than before.
So, to some extent, Gin planned to have Nana be mentally prepared for this—or rather, to witness certain things with her own eyes.
Everyone present was smart, Gin's intentions were quite obvious; Amuro Tooru and Akai Shuichi also gave him the courtesy of playing along.
But besides that, Heine also knew clearly in his heart that his little sister.. planned to recruit Shiratori Midori.
This is undoubtedly a good thing for the Shiratori sisters, who carry various burdens. However, once Shiratori Midori truly joins IC. PO, then Shiratori Nana will inevitably be unable to remain uninvolved as well.
It was just unclear.. how much Gin knows.
Heine turned his head, looking at the Silver-haired man whose expression remained as usual, his gaze darkening for a moment.
..
Just as Heine was lost in thought, a gaze as tangible as anything else pulled him back from his silence.
Heine followed that cold gaze and met Gin's indifferent green eyes.
The Silver-haired man blinked, concealing the inquisitive look in his eyes.
Gin looked as calm as ever, but the slight solemnity in her eyes and brows revealed that he did not actually care little about the matters of the Black Organization.
Beside her, Nana was lost in silent thought, while Gin silently curled the corner of her lips. The slight upward curve at the corner of her mouth seemed more like a mockery than a smile; no matter how one looked at it, it didn't seem like a real smile.
The five people present were all smart; even Nana, who was the youngest and had the least Experience, had her own unique insights.
By this point in the discussion, the truth is obvious.
Thus, Gin spoke leisurely, finally breaking the silence: "We need a bait."
A bait that could make Rum show himself of his own accord.
The only problem now was, where exactly was the bait that could make Rum show himself and cooperate with their mission?
Nana pursed her lips.
The young detective lowered her head slightly, her neck forming a beautiful curve. Nana ignored her mid-length black hair, which was not tied up and now slid softly down with gravity, revealing the girl's slender neck and the fair skin behind her ear.
Her voice was dull, but it contained an unquestionable firmness: "How about.. let me be the bait."
..
Nana said, "How about.. let me be the bait."
As soon as she spoke those words, a subtle stir broke out.
Heine instinctively looked at Gin's expression, after Amuro Tooru and Akai Shuichi glanced at Nana, they also instinctively shifted their gaze toward Gin.
However, although he was not the trigger, Gin had naturally become the focus of everyone, yet his expression remained unchanged.
The Silver-haired man's expression remained normal, he simply offered a moderate rebuttal: "You are not suitable."
She was calm, so calm that it was as if what Nana said was merely an insignificant suggestion, rather than something that would put him in grave danger.
Because he knew Nana.
He knew the firm and persistent heart hidden beneath this girl's fragile exterior.
He was not surprised by Nana's choice, but he rationally refuted the girl's idea.
You don't have enough experience." Gin turned her head toward Nana, calmly stating her rebuttal. "If you become the bait, we cannot guarantee your safety—and you cannot guarantee your own.
But—" Nana frowned, with a hint of confusion and a barely perceptible trace of defiance—this gave her a touch of the charm of an ordinary girl. "I've done it before, nothing happened!
What she was referring to was her recent incident where she impersonated Shiratori Midori to divert the attention of B. W.
"This is different," Gin said with a rare moment of patience, taking the opportunity to explain everything in detail to Nana.
B. W. is interested in the Silver Bullet solution, so once they discover the resurrected Shiratori Midori, they will certainly send someone to conduct an investigation.
Besides, at that time, B. W. was engaged in a confrontation with Gin and Heine, most of their energy was tied up. Therefore, under the protection of IC. PO, although Nana's situation was dangerous, it was not uncontrollable.
But this time was different.
The Black Organization certainly cares about the solution, but their interest is far lower than B. W.'s obsession with resurrecting someone. Furthermore, the organization is brimming with talent—even if some are undercover—so the appearance of Shiratori Midori might not necessarily prompt Rum to act personally.
Moreover, they did not have absolute confidence in dealing with the Black Organization this time; exposing the Shiratori sisters prematurely would undoubtedly cause the fully capable Black Organization to fix their gaze on them.
Midori has only just woken up, Gin still needs to remain in hiding for the time being; although Nana is protected, she is no match for the Black Organization.
Not to mention—
B. W. only the leader has an obsession with the Silver Bullet solution; the others do not.
As for the Black Organization.. it was not like that.
Gin and Heine could have gradually eroded B. W. at that time, but the same method would not apply to the Black Organization.
There is a saying: even a centipede, once dead, does not lose its strength.
Once they are targeted by them, life will be difficult in the days to come.
After picking and choosing what to say, Gin pretended not to notice the expressions of the people around him.
Pretending not to notice Nana's frustration.
Pretended not to notice Heine's confusion.
Pretending not to notice Amuro Tooru's pensive expression.
Pretending not to notice, Akai Shuichi's brow furrowed deeply.