Author's Note: Completed
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Um, I'm sorry to say that this story has been delayed for quite a while. Actually, there's still an ending and some previous plot holes to fill, but it should be soon.
However, this story began in 2018, so some settings have been gradually debunked by the official canon. I will try my best to smooth them over; for the parts I can't, please.. try your best to ignore them..
Chapter 243: Chapter 222, or rather, Rye wants a..
There are many ways to kill: with hands, with knives, with guns, with poison/drugs, with fire, with water, with electricity..
Teeth are, of course, one of them.
However, being able to use it does not mean it will be used.
Although using teeth is also a way of killing, normal people often say it is possible, but unnecessary.
In short, Gin has no habit of biting people.
However, this feeling was not the first time in his memory.
Gin does not care to remember meaningless matters; from many, many years ago, he had already learned to selectively purge certain valueless memories from his brain.
It is hard to say whether this is a good habit or not: it undoubtedly reflects Gin's confidence and desire for control—after all, whether a memory is "valuable" is entirely a conclusion reached by Gin himself, he must bear all the consequences that arise from it.
But at the same time, the massive amount of information processing and countless criminal records stored in the mind for long periods of time is undoubtedly a huge burden. Choosing to forget is sometimes also a way to adapt.
Gin is temperamental, while he is indeed diligent in his work, he has never neglected himself and never engages in unnecessary competition.
So, just as the Organization's Top Killer from some parallel world once said, I don't remember the faces of dead men.
And I don't like to remember things that have no value.
However, even so, there were still many memories that were remembered by Gin.
They have a certain degree of "value."
For example, an old matter from a few years ago.
Back then, Akai Shuichi was still using the alias Moroboshi Dai, back then, Furuya Rei was still called Amuro Tooru, back then, Scotch was not yet dead; the "coincidence" of the three Whisky Undercover Trio members coming together even left Gin somewhat speechless.
Gin, who had long known Akai Shuichi's undercover identity, would also make full use of him, casually taking the Silver Bullet Rye who was still unaware that his every secret had been uncovered to carry out some murderous and arsonist missions.
They took a plane arranged by the Organization. The Great-winged bird soared through a sea of clouds, flying through the upper stratosphere for a few short hours, crossing the ocean to carry passengers to another country.
It was midwinter at that time, the high-latitude location had dyed everything around them in pure white. Tall buildings were covered in snow, exhibiting a heavy sense of tranquility. As the cabin door opened and their legs touched the ground, the whistling wind in their ears seemed to become the country's silent greeting to the travelers. The biting cold wind, mixed with swirling snowflakes, rushed toward them, their breath turned into bursts of misty white fog due to the temperature difference.
The white mist and flying snow merged, everything around him began to feel unreal.
Many years ago, he had left this country using an identity and name that did not belong to him. Since then, he had returned to this country more than once, carrying forged passports from the Organization, using identities and names that were equally not his own.
It is hard to say whether Gin felt any sense of disorientation or nostalgia upon revisiting this old place at this moment; perhaps even he himself could not explain his own state of mind. He walked forward quietly, just as he had always done, his brief moment of distraction attracting no attention from his companions—except for Akai Shuichi.
Except for Akai Shuichi.
The youth carrying a simple guitar case had a cold and stern expression, his features strikingly handsome, especially his dark green eyes, which were like a winter lake filled with chilling green light, calm on the surface but hiding unknown storms deep within. His lips were pressed into a sharp line. Sensing Gin's gaze, the undercover agent known as Rye raised his eyebrows slightly and returned Gin's gaze with a calm look.
The latter withdrew his gaze.
The mission for this trip was not complicated; if everything went smoothly, it would take no more than three to five days. Compared to the subordinates who had brought more or less some personal luggage with them, Gin was quite unburdened.
Of course, if he encountered a "necessary" situation, he also had ways to obtain weapons.
The Black Organization has always had stable "business" in this country. As a Core Member, Gin has been involved in quite a lot of it; any so-called "homesickness" had long since dissipated along with lives and wind and snow during his many trips back and forth, amidst the lingering scent of gunpowder. However, the familiarity of the old haunts would not change, even as time passed and things changed.
Gin has always been an excellent employee who prioritizes efficiency, whether he is killing, negotiating, or using coercion and inducement.
In order to complete the mission smoothly and finish work early to return home, he did not mind using a few extra words to instruct his subordinates; likewise, he did not mind deliberately revealing a few clues to serve as bait to lure the big fish he had long targeted—his prey.
So, with his usual lazy and unquestionable attitude, he assigned the reconnaissance areas to his subordinates one by one, but left Akai Shuichi behind.
Follow me," the Silver-haired killer said. "Go change your guns.
There are many different models of firearms circulating in the black market, but ultimately, there are common popular items in every place. They came here to do bad things, so they naturally couldn't be too conspicuous, lest they be singled out.
The gun Rye brought was good, but it wasn't suitable.
A high-quality sniper rifle is not easily used for a second life for a sniper. Akai Shuichi followed Gin as if without objection, but the Silver-haired killer knew that if the new "partner" was not up to the task, Akai Shuichi would never simply let it be.
Even if he was currently undercover.
Perhaps it is the innate arrogance and wildness within the Silver Bullets, flowing with the lone wolf blood of a rogue, walking upon the edge of a blade; for them, the dangers that ordinary people can hardly imagine are stimulants sufficient to ignite the fire within their hearts.
While Gin was observing him, he was also observing Gin.
Thanks to the deep-rooted connections of the local □□, it didn't take much effort for the Silver-haired killer to obtain suitable equipment from his "friend." Not only did he resolve his own situation of being empty-handed, but he also left plenty of good goods for Rye.
The black-haired youth did not show much emotion, but from his series of actions, Rye seemed satisfied. As for what Akai Shuichi, hidden beneath Rye's skin, was thinking, that was not within Gin's scope of consideration.
Rye was an excellent sniper; even though Scotch of the Whisky Trio was equally outstanding in sniping, it could not diminish Rye's brilliance in the slightest. After the new sniper rifle passed through the hands of the black-haired youth, it seemed as if it had been granted a second life; when Rye used it, there was not a hint of clumsiness, as he moved through targets from a distance, aiming with precision like a fish in water.
He wore an interested and determined smile, a hint of indifference in his green eyes. The whistling wind and snow blew through his black straight long hair, which was tied back with a hair tie, the ends of his hair swayed from side to side in the wind, but it did not affect his vision in the slightest.
Gin stood a few steps away, his green eyes reflecting a vast expanse of white and a distinct silhouette. His gaze fell upon Rye, his expression remaining indifferent, yet his eyes were unexpectedly peaceful; the figure before him blended with the warm glow of the sunset, rippling with a hint of warmth.
Under the sunset glow, Rye pulled the trigger; this was his last bullet, his target was today's final enemy.
The moment his finger pulled the trigger, Rye turned his head. He didn't bother to check if the target was still alive, for he had sufficient confidence in himself.
The high-intensity long-range hunt he had just completed left Rye feeling satisfied, but the throbbing pain in his temples silently reminded him of his body's exhaustion. The conflicting sensory impact awakened Rye's hidden excitement the moment he gazed at Gin. The curve of the black-haired youth's lips deepened, his voice remained steady: "Could I ask you to be my observer tomorrow?"
Many snipers have an observer as a partner. In the regular armies of many countries, a sniper squad usually consists of a three-person team; in addition to the sniper and the observer, there is also someone responsible for recording and lookout duty. Observers generally help by scouting wind speed, wind direction, humidity, other factors, provide adjustment suggestions to the sniper.
Of course, if there is a shortage of manpower, experienced snipers will also be self-sufficient, using instruments such as anemometers and ballistic calculators to measure the surrounding environment; if there is a margin for error, they might even fire a shot first as a test.
Rye does not necessarily need an observer.
But he was more than happy to tell Gin that he needed an observer.
Or rather, he wanted a specific "observer."
Whether in tone or attitude, Rye's words were undeniably calm, yet the statement still carried a peculiar sense of aggression.
Of course." Rye maintained that infuriating smile and said calmly, "If Gin intends to take action personally, I wouldn't mind acting as an observer for once.
The target had been dealt with. While speaking, Rye expertly disassembled the parts of the sniper rifle and packed them into the briefcase he had brought. His movements were not fast; considering they were at a sufficiently safe distance from the corpse, Rye was not in any hurry at all and even had the mood to joke with his superior.
However, the black-haired youth's slow and deliberate movements were not merely because he wanted to challenge Gin's patience.
The sniper position they chose was too open, with no suitable support to lean on, to the point that Rye had to slightly adjust his posture while holding the gun in order to maintain the proper ballistic angle.
His left wrist had already gone numb.
Gin's cold gaze swept over the black-haired youth's somewhat stiff left wrist, then he looked the sniper up and down as if his gaze had physical substance; after a pause, he let out a meaningful sneer.
It was never explicitly stated, but both of them understood the meaning of this action at the same time.
In addition to normal assistance, observers sometimes have some extra work, such as—
If there is no suitable support at the shooting location to be used as a rest, then a part of the observer's body, such as an arm or a knee, can also serve as a support when necessary.
The cold wind continued to blow without restraint, the atmosphere at the scene became awkward for a moment.
Akai Shuichi: I said I didn't mean it like that at first, do you believe me?
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Author's Note: A little bit of reminiscence from before. The sniper and the observer are subtle; there were actually some foreshadowing earlier as well. I originally thought I could complete the reminiscence part in this chapter.
The next chapter should be ready, then I'll write about Gin dealing with the matter of someone planning to run away.
Actually, everyone can tell that the main story is nearing its end..
But there are also the side stories I mentioned before..
I will definitely finish it this year!
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Thank you to the Little Angels who gave me Overlord Tickets or nourished me with Nutrient Solution between 2022-01-16 21:56:19 and 2024-01-16 23:57:16~
Thanks to the Little Angel who threw Deep Sea Torpedoes: Akizuki Harukaze 2;
Thanks to the Little Angel who threw a Grenade: Yutori, 1;
Thanks to the Little Angel who threw a landmine: Moriah, Yuta Okkotsu 1;
Thank you to the Little Angels who provided nutrient solution: Nuli Yiba, perhaps 70 bottles; Ailan de Qin, Ziyue Nongying 33 bottles; Mozhaier Chaolang_(:з」∠) 21 bottles; Yuluo, Nidie, Haoqishi de Wushi 20 bottles; 52456281 15 bottles; Lin Yang 11 bottles; Yefeng Qingran 10 bottles; Wushi Zhuo, momo 8 bottles; Meichibao 5 bottles; Shishang Xishan, Xiyuan 1 bottle;
Thank you all so much for your support, I will keep working hard!
Chapter 244 Ring: Non-responsibility side story - Something related to the main story but also non..
On a sunny day, Gin received a ring.
To be clear, there is no connection between "a sunny day" and "receiving a ring," and although the weather is sunny, Gin's mood is neither sunny nor bright.
Gin, who recently resigned from his former employer, is currently unemployed.
Although he had enough money to last him eight lifetimes, although his last job was suspicious no matter how he looked at it, although he had already found a suitable new position.. none of that could change Gin's current status of being unemployed.
Considering the current situation where various parties have converged, a veritable gathering of elites—or rather, a meeting of carrots—Gin does not intend to challenge Red side's increasingly sensitive nerves for the time being.
But that didn't mean he would turn a blind eye to something that had mysteriously appeared in his own home.
To be fair, this is a very beautiful ring.
The ring's setting was simple and elegant, with meticulously crafted curves that were smooth yet graceful. Despite the lack of any information from the giver, the cursive engraving of Gin on the inside of the band almost explicitly revealed the recipient's identity.
The main body of the ring was a green diamond, exquisitely cut and overall square-shaped; it was not large, yet its value was clearly immense. This proud green beauty was crystal clear, dazzling in the sunlight and shimmering under the lights.
Even without a professional certification, Gin used his own keen eye to estimate a very high value for the ring—considering the rarity of the green diamond, its price would likely climb even higher if it were put up for auction.
So, here's the question.
Who, exactly, sent this gift?
When ordinary people try to investigate the sender of a gift, they often start from two aspects: the object itself and the interpersonal relationships involved.
Although this ring was undoubtedly marked with "expensive," Gin was not lacking people who could afford it—"friends," enemies, business partners, so on. Their line of work involved high risks and high rewards, with money and human lives being frequent targets.