He pulled down his blackout mask and closed his eyelids, waiting until he had adjusted to the light before opening his eyes, a hint of sleepiness still lingering in his green eyes.
However, the nap still served its purpose; once he woke up, his sore eyeballs and aching temples were soothed. The Black-haired agent closed his eyes for a moment, when he opened them again, he had already regained his usual composure.
Gin did not withdraw his hand.
“The FBI really should give you a bonus,” the Silver-haired man [male] said with a hint of sarcasm. “I see you haven't changed the car you drive in years.”
Akai straightened his posture and, upon hearing this, couldn't help but retort, "You say that as if you've ever changed your car."
Heh." The Silver-haired man raised his chin slightly and said disdainfully, "Are you sure you want to compare it to my Porsche?
Akai Shuichi: ".."
"Forget it." Akai Shuichi conceded.
He suddenly remembered something and asked, "Speaking of which, if you plan to go to Italy, how do you plan to handle your assets in Japan?"
That is a good question.
The FBI elite agent had always been a loner, his experience studying and working in the USA had left a profound mark on his very core.
When he went undercover in the Black Organization using the alias 'Moroboshi Dai' back then, Akai only brought some luggage, that was all. During that period, he also did not purchase any real estate or make any investments, of course, he did not take anything with him when he left Japan.
Unlike Akai Shuichi, Gin has "worked" for the Black Organization for many years, having committed plenty of betrayals, his assets under his name are quite spectacular—enough for an ordinary person to squander for several lifetimes.
Although these things are merely worldly possessions, leaving them unattended.. seems a bit of a waste.
Keep the real estate and such in Japan." Gin had already made arrangements for this. "As for funds and shares, as long as the identity hasn't been destroyed, they can be withdrawn even in Italy.
As for the rest—
"I already moved the firearms a few days ago. Anything that could be carried away was taken, whatever couldn't be was left behind; it wasn't much of a loss anyway," Gin said indifferently.
He did not place much importance on wealth; after all, when one has enough money to last a lifetime, any further increase is nothing more than a number.
But speaking of which—" Gin paused, then suddenly said, "Do you want to go pick out a few cars?
Akai Shuichi: "Huh?"
Gin said as if it were the most natural thing in the world, "I have several cars here. It's too much trouble to take them to Italy, I don't know when I'll drive them if I leave them in Japan, so I plan to give them away."
The cars he bought were mostly luxury cars, if they were not driven or maintained for a long time, it would cause great damage to the vehicles.
Akai Shuichi thought of the cars Gin used to make him drive back when they were partners a few years ago. Images of luxury cars like Lamborghini and Rolls-Royce flashed through his mind for a moment, leaving him momentarily speechless.
However—
Akai Shuichi's focus was slightly off: "Where is your Porsche?"
Gin has more than one Porsche, but both of them knew exactly which one Akai Shuichi was referring to.
The Silver-haired man glanced at Akai, his expression saying, "Are you really asking such a stupid question?"
Take him away, of course.
Akai Shuichi: ".."
What on earth is your obsession with Porsche!
The Black-haired agent complained silently in his heart. Under the impatient urging of the person opposite, "Are you going or not?", he thought for a moment before saying, "Never mind, I think.."
“Inconvenient?” Gin offered a tentative option, then seemed to realize something. “That's true, after all, you still have to return to the USA.”
Taking the car back to the USA at that time.. would be just as inconvenient.
Thinking about it this way, Gin, who could completely understand the other's concerns, abandoned the idea and instead looked for a new recipient.
“Then I'll give it to Bourbon.” Although he had known Amuro Tooru's real name for a long time, Gin still habitually addressed him this way: “He seems quite interested in cars, I remember there are two white ones in the Garage..”
"I'll take it," Akai Shuichi interrupted decisively.
Gin??
What happened?
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Author's Note: Thank you to all the Little Angels who gave me big shots or provided Nutrient solution between 2020-05-13 23:05:05 and 2020-05-18 23:51:22~
Thanks to the Little Angel who provided Nutrient solution: Jinxiu Weiyang 1 bottle;
Very [male] grateful to everyone for your support, I will continue to work hard!
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I need to edit the text; some parts are not very coherent..
Chapter 228 Chapter 207 This cigarette, I'll have to preserve it carefully..
That being said, it would probably be impossible to give all the cars to Akai Shuichi.
Even if one ignores whether an FBI elite agent making "extra money" from several luxury cars during his time in the US would arouse suspicion, the issues of shipping costs and customs duties alone would be enough to pour a bucket of ice water over his heated brain.
It wasn't that Akai Shuichi couldn't afford this amount of money.. Even if he couldn't produce it all at once, he could sell a car to cover the loss—after all, Gin had several cars.
It's just.. unnecessary.
So, under Gin's gaze of "Have you lost your mind?", Akai Shuichi silently swallowed the words he wanted to use to retort.
Gin moved his fingers, feeling his throat was a bit dry and his chest a bit tight. This feeling was quite common, often occurring when.. he wanted to smoke.
The Silver-haired man [male] gave a slight cough. "Do you want a cigarette?"
While asking, he had already opened the drawer.
Akai Shuichi was quite a heavy smoker as well. Although he was more restrained when using the alias Shuichi Akai, in terms of habit, he was just like Gin—he had a nicotine addiction.
It is not really unexpected, as the Organization high-level members all smoke to varying degrees. Gin does, Akai Shuichi does, Heine does, Vermouth does as well.
Bourbon doesn't seem to have a smoking habit, but he does smoke.
So, those who don't smoke actually become the outliers.
Of course, this is easy to understand. After all, the Black Organization deals in businesses where one licks blood off a blade; although the profits are immense, the risks and interests are proportional. For Organization members who operate in dangerous areas and bear significant pressure, things like cigarettes, alcohol, sex are clearly excellent comforts.
Akai Shuichi nodded and naturally raised his hand to take the Cuban cigar that Gin handed to him.
Tsk.." Twirling the cigar in his hand, the Black-haired agent teased, "I'll have to treasure this cigarette.. after all, it was handed to me personally, right?
Gin gave him a speechless glance. "Know when to stop."
Jokes are no longer interesting if they go too far.
Cuban cigars are the finest among cigars, Gin is a heavy smoker as well as a man of significant means. His taste is top-notch, so the cigars on hand were certainly not of inferior quality.
Fresh tobacco leaves were wrapped in light-colored wrapper, emitting a faint, delicate fragrance. Gin lit the match, the flickering flame danced upon the match head like a tiny, dancing figure.
Gin paused for a moment before bringing the match close to the cigar.
His technique was highly professional; one could tell at a glance that he understood every nuance of the craft. Although he did not use the long matches specifically provided for cigars, his movements were nonetheless smooth and fluid.
A rich tobacco aroma wafted through the air as wisps of smoke curled upward.
Unlike the smoke Gin was used to, the taste of this Cuban cigar was not sharp; instead, it was relatively milder, as if it could soothe one's soul.
In this atmosphere, their discussion seemed to proceed exceptionally smoothly.
Finally, Gin had the final word.
"Nana has already gotten his driver's license, but it seems he hasn't bought a car yet, so let him pick out a few first." This is actually not a problem.
"Give two white cars to Bourbon; he likes this color." This was a bit..
You're also going back to the USA." Having said that, the Silver-haired man glanced at Akai Shuichi and asked, "Can your sister drive?
The Black-haired agent had already realized Gin's plan, he recalled his sister's personality in his mind: "I'm not quite sure, but she should prefer motorcycles."
As the sister of Akai Shuichi and the daughter of Akai Masamu and Akai Mary, Sera Masumi had clearly become a Tomboy and could never go back.
However, street racing seemed like a sport that didn't suit a high school girl—though, of course, there were plenty of exceptions.
I'll leave it to your arrangement," Gin said, showing that he was actually quite open-minded. "Giving it to your brother is fine, if you really don't want to drive, you can sell it for cash.
Selling a luxury car for resale easily results in a loss, which was also why Gin did not choose to sell the car immediately.
Of course, an even more important reason was that he didn't lack the money, he found it too much trouble.
As for why Shiratori Midori was not among the recipients.. it was certainly because Shiratori Midori had been taken by the ICPO by Sheila (though this was not true, it did not stop Gin from feeling displeased), she would have to leave Japan with a New colleague before long—rather than giving her a car, it would be more practical to give her money.
Oh, one more thing, that girl hasn't driven in over ten years—that's right, she has been "sleeping"—even if she still remembers the traffic rules, she would have to retake his driving test.
After all, the identity of Shiratori Midori had already been buried in the dust more than ten years ago.
Thinking about it carefully, it seemed that in the blink of an eye, the familiar people would all go their separate ways. At the thought of a future where they would be worlds apart, Gin could not help but feel a sense of melancholy. Before he could dwell on his melancholy for much longer, he heard the low, magnetic voice of the person beside him.
How do you know Bourbon likes white cars?
Gin??
Is there something wrong with where you're focusing?
If God were to witness this scene, he would most likely pair Gin with a 【Little one, do you have many question marks JPG】 meme to describe his complex and speechless mood.
The Silver-haired man asked back in confusion, "Is something wrong?"
I remember back then, you preferred red Chevrolets, while Bourbon often drove a white Mazda." Gin paused, "Although the cars have been updated, the models have never changed.
In this context, "the cars have been updated" mostly refers to the fact that these two use their skills to show off during "special circumstances," causing the lifespan of their vehicles to be greatly reduced.
At this point, Gin frowned slightly, appearing somewhat puzzled. "If he doesn't like it, why does he still drive it?"
Akai Shuichi looked at him with a complex expression for a while before saying simply, ".. It's nothing."
You don't actually think I lack even this much observational skill, do you?" Obviously, the Black Organization's former Organization's Top Killer, who never follows the beaten path, naturally shifted the focus this time: "Or are you doubting my memory?
.. I didn't mean that.
Facing Gin's suspicious gaze, how could Akai Shuichi not feel a sense of helplessness? He said somewhat helplessly, "Can you please forget what I just said?"
The Silver-haired man slightly lifted his chin, staring critically at Akai Shuichi, as if evaluating something. That person looked back with a calm expression, his eyes hiding a hint of helplessness—but it was the kind of helplessness that was gentle and doting.
For a moment, there was silence in the living room.
But this silence carried no tension; instead, it felt relatively harmonious, as if an aura existed between the two people on the Sofa that no one could penetrate.