His tone was calm: "So—I'll be the bait."
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Chapter 205: Chapter 186 A faint touch upon the lips..
So—!" Sheila glared at the silver-haired man before him, his beautiful features still exquisite and stunning, yet his cobalt blue eyes revealed an unyielding fury: "Why would you say such a thing!
Gin pressed her brow; her temples throbbed, the irritation spreading from her chest mingled with a sense of mental chaos, making him feel an intense headache for a moment.
The silence lasted no more than three seconds before the Silver-haired man opened his green eyes, looking over with a cold, detached gaze, his pupils shimmering with an unquestionable certainty: "Because I have already decided."
Sheila rolled his eyes at him, then pulled out a Chair and sat down opposite Gin, striking a pose as if he intended to have a long, serious talk.
“What have you decided?” The beautiful woman crossed her arms, her chin slightly raised, her tone almost acerbic: “Decided to become 'Bait'?”
Her Voice was sweet and clear, like flowing water and a gentle Breeze, even though she spoke with mockery, it was not off-putting.
Perhaps due to some intense emotion, Sheila's cheeks were tinged with a bit of crimson, even his voice was much louder than usual.
Luckily, both of them were in the Safe House at this moment, so they didn't have to worry about disturbing the neighbors.
Gin casually picked up a flashlight, his thumb flicking the switch. With a soft click, the flashlight cast a bright beam of light.
Although the girl in front of him looked confused and opposed, to be honest, the Silver-haired man wasn't very worried.
After all, Sheila's reaction wasn't that extreme—he had already experienced even more intense opposition when he said those words in the Kudo residence living room yesterday.
Of course—
Once he has made a decision, it is difficult to shake.
As if competing with someone, Sheila stared fixedly at Gin, a touch of childish stubbornness appearing in her delicate, beautiful face, making her look even more vibrant and stunning.
Gin did not answer her, merely meeting her gaze with composure.
After a long time, Sheila turned his head away as if admitting defeat, his brows furrowed, his gaze appearing inquisitive: "You actually.. don't need to have so much to do with the Black Organization anymore."
Since he had already defected, the best choice for Gin at this moment was to no longer have any further involvement with the Black Organization.
Let the past be the past; embracing a new life is what truly matters.
Moreover—
Sheila was puzzled: "Didn't you tell Brother? That you're going to Italy with Brother in the future?"
“I did.” With a twist of his left wrist, Gin retracted the flashlight, his green eyes appearing even clearer under the light of the incandescent lamp. “It is precisely because of this that, before leaving, I must resolve certain matters.”
Sheila Ranmo froze for a moment.
Her face settled into a calm stillness, all the vibrant laughter and anger from before vanished, as if a fallen autumn leaf had drifted into the water, only to be quickly swept away by the current, leaving no trace.
When she calmed down, his gaze held a certain aloofness, his Blue eyes were like a piece of unmelting, cold jade.
Once you see this side of Sheila, you will no longer doubt that this girl, who looks to be only in her early twenties, is an elite of the IC. PO.
"When do you plan to tell them about your departure from Japan?" Sheila asked indifferently.
Gin said nothing.
“Or—" Seeing that he did not answer, the Black-haired woman did not dwell on it either, "Who are you planning to tell?"
Gin slightly raised his eyes, his lips curling into a faint smirk as he spoke in a teasing tone, "Did you come to find me just to discuss such trivial gossip?"
How come I didn't know your curiosity was so strong?
Sheila stared at him fixedly, after a moment, as if nothing had happened, he said slowly, "Tell me about your plan.. I will report it to the IC. PO."
They began to get down to business.
..
Without a doubt, based on the situation Amuro Tooru and the others had discussed previously, Gin was a very suitable choice for "Bait."
He is exceptionally capable and possesses a certain level of self-protection; he knows the Black Organization intimately, understanding their methods and rules, which makes him truly know both himself and his enemy; more importantly, now that Gin's defection has occurred, the person in charge of "dealing" with him is none other than Rum.
As long as his whereabouts are leaked, Rum will certainly look into it, both for official and personal reasons.
And for Gin, resolving this would also be beneficial for him.
Strolling through the dim, yellowish Street, Gin used a key to open the Silver-white door of the Kudo residence and walked into the Entrance.
The lights were not turned on in the house.
So in the vast house, the only source of light was the Sunlight streaming in through the windows, through the door, through various vague cracks.
Dim, dark, tranquilizing sunset sunlight that stained everything in a dusky hue.
When Gin walked through the door, Akai Shuichi was sitting in the living room.
The Black-haired man did not speak; he merely raised his head to look at him as Gin opened the door and entered the room, yet he remained silent.
The air carried a cold scent; it was clearly mealtime, yet there was not a single aroma of hot food.
Thinking about how his "roommate" had been covering the meals during this period, Gin's expression softened, a rarity, as he raised an eyebrow slightly and asked with concern, "You haven't had dinner yet?"
Akai Shuichi gave an answer that didn't match the question: "You went to talk to Sheila?"
Given that both men were aware of Sheila's real identity, this sentence should perhaps be translated as—"Have you spoken with the people from IC. PO?"
The Silver-haired man frowned, offering a lukewarm retort: "And you? The F. BI agent just left, didn't they?"
Yesterday's discussion had, at the very least, brought some 'progress' to the matter. Since it was a collaboration between several parties, it was naturally impossible for one person to decide everything; the focus of their discussion yesterday was, without a doubt, to notify their respective organizations.
Even if Gin and Sheila had scheduled a meeting early this morning specifically to discuss the "progress" and draft the upcoming plan.
He specifically arranged to meet Sheila at an outside Safe House, wasn't it just to provide some space for their respective 'conversations'?
It was just that Akai Shuichi did not seem to be receiving it well. An indescribable anger was churning in his heart; however, under Gin's slightly suspicious, cold gaze, Akai Shuichi pursed his lips and forced the words back down his throat.
Akai did his best to calm himself down, wanting to face the Silver-haired man before him with his usual rationality.
But—
Gin walked up from a few steps away, his footsteps sounding exceptionally clear in the quiet living room, each step landing like a heavy blow to his heart.
The Silver-haired man approached Akai Shuichi, leaning down slightly, his left hand resting on his shoulder with moderate weight, his voice somewhat low: "What's wrong with you?"
—It was just that, as always, he found it difficult to face Gin with a purely rational attitude.
Just like right now, when he faced Gin's cold countenance and met Gin's aloof eyes, it was difficult not to be shaken.
Akai Shuichi looked up.
He frowned, as if he had encountered a very difficult Riddle, to the point that he had lost his usual composure, his gaze even showed a hint of agitation.
The Black-haired man's voice held obvious curiosity, deep and mellow like a bowl of fragrant Liquor, drifting silently through the Living room.
Besides obvious Curiosity, there was an almost murky dryness.
He asked, "Gin—I don't quite understand."
The dim sunlight outside the window gradually faded, the light in the living room slowly vanished as well.
However, Akai Shuichi's eyes were startlingly bright.
You don't want to hear those reasons you've already given once before," Akai Shuichi said softly. "Just tell me directly.. why?
..
Gin lowered his head, meeting Akai Shuichi's eyes directly.
Under the Light, the man who had removed his Disguise revealed his true self. With facial features more pronounced than those of an ordinary Asian, thin Lips, broad and steady shoulders, sexy collarbones—
—and a pair of sharp, piercing eyes that seemed tempered by fire.
At this moment, Gin suddenly had an impulse to laugh.
He thought, Akai Shuichi really does understand him.
He had already made those many reasons crystal clear during his previous defense.
There was just one thing Gin did not say aloud.
He indeed hoped to resolve the matter regarding Rum quickly.
After all, he would soon be leaving Japan to head to Italy.
This journey is quite short; by a quick count, it is only a flight of about a dozen hours.
This journey was also very long; perhaps it would be years before they parted and would not see each other again for a long time.
"What is the need?" Gin said softly.
He spoke these words almost in a whisper, so his tone revealed neither joy nor anger.
The sky gradually grew dark, Akai Shuichi's gaze darkened along with it.
In the dim light, he raised his hand and gripped Gin's left hand, which was resting on his shoulder.
It was a bit cold.
That was the first reaction of the two men.
To be fair, whether it was Akai Shuichi or Gin, both possessed very handsome hands.
The knuckles were well-defined, long and powerful, with slight calluses at the joints—hands perfectly suited for holding a gun, especially a Sniper Rifle.
In the silence, their hands brushed against each other's skin, they felt the coldness in each other's palms.
The Black-haired man leaned in slightly, pressing close to Gin in front of him.
As he moved, a certain ornament at Akai Shuichi's waist seemed to bump into something, letting out a crisp metallic clink.
The bullet-shaped ornament emitted a cold, sharp glint in the dim light.
The cold glint fell into Gin's eyes, causing him to freeze for a moment; as if possessed, he did not move.