As an international metropolis, Tokyo never lacks people. Gin rarely has such leisurely moments; his life is always filled with all kinds of missions, as the Organization collapses, his workload has been increasing day by day.
One has to marvel at the leaps in the [Plot]; when there are so many undercover agents that it's like cats in a mouse nest, even a 315 counterfeit investigation has to ask if you're selling liquor or water, could you have ever imagined the introductions when Ethan Hondo and Akai Shuichi first appeared?
What happened to all those years of saying that successful undercover agents and traitors were few and far between? (1) I'm really not buying your nonsense!
Counting the undercover agents within the Black Organization right now, you actually have the nerve to pine for Ethan Hondo and praise Kiel so highly! I went out and got a five-kill as an undercover, I didn't see you give me a single raise!
Fortunately, he has resigned now.
Thinking about it this way, my conscience—which doesn't exist anyway—didn't feel the slightest bit of pain when I was screwing over my former employer.
He had long since shaken off the people tailing him. Gin picked up a few things on the way and prepared to return to the safe house.
His original address had become semi-public by now, he had even stayed at the Kudo residence for a day or two—Kudo Shinichi's expression had been quite interesting, but he had evacuated in time when things grew turbulent. Nowadays, various forces in Tokyo were a mixed bag; although Gin had maintained a superficial peace with them, he could not guarantee how long that peace would last.
The collapse of some tacit understanding often originates from small accidents, Gin does not intend to let such accidents happen.
As the mobile phone vibrated, the time and location for tomorrow's boarding had already been sent to his email by an "unfathomable" person; at the same time, he also received news regarding the Miyano sisters from Sheila.
Gin: ……
The silver-haired killer sometimes truly wondered, had he done something to make her think that he was paying close attention to Sherry?
Although confused by this, Gin gave a look that was quite respectful. It was nothing more than some tainted witnesses, the Witness Protection Program, Plan ABCD, just as he had expected.
Miyano Shiho and Miyano Akemi's intention to face their past was genuine; they were prepared to bear the consequences, possessing a courage that surpassed ordinary people.
But Miyano Shiho's value was also undeniable. Whether or not she continued the APTX series experiments, she was a rare scientific talent, she was very young when she joined the Organization—in fact, she is still not very old, she has never personally killed anyone.
She most likely won't have any trouble.
Miyano Akemi's situation was more troublesome than her sister's, but there were many people protecting her, not to mention she was Sherry's sister—anyway, it was much better than the fate in the [Plot].
Anyway, with official endorsement, they can probably face the past directly and walk toward the future with their heads held high, can't they?
Although not much attention was paid to the two of them, Gin also knew that Sherry had always had a psychological knot regarding her past in the Organization. Her choice was not simply for a better life; if it were merely to live a smooth life, she could have easily continued growing up again as Haibara Ai. But just as she chose to stay in Japan instead of going abroad for refuge as Haibara Ai, she has now chosen to face it.
In addition, the ICPO's plan regarding Cavendish Vermouth is also proceeding smoothly.
As a massive transnational criminal organization, the Black Organization is involved in a wide variety of industries, with even official entities serving as its puppets. Overthrowing the organization is by no means something that can be achieved overnight; attempting to topple it without causing social unrest is an even greater challenge.
Despite the Japanese authorities' best efforts to maintain control, the number of cases involving armed skirmishes and shootouts across Japan has risen sharply during this period.
This is exactly why, even though the FBI had already prepared to return to the United States, they had still not set off. They were collecting as much relevant intelligence as possible, preparing for the upcoming crackdown to minimize losses.
To some extent, it wasn't necessarily Bourbon's fault that he, as a member of the Japanese Public Security, hated the FBI so much.
As of now, many high-level members within the Black Organization have not yet been caught; some are fleeing, some have chosen to resist head-on, some have reached agreements with the authorities. With disaster looming, the various facets of life played out in these scenes were so dramatic that even Gin found himself somewhat admiring them; after all, isn't reality more dramatic than any story?
Of course, there were also some smart people who were cautious enough to erase their tracks, transfer their forces, choose to lie low for the time being. Many of them were names Gin was familiar with; he had no doubt that in his future career, he would most likely deal with many former colleagues.
Under these circumstances, Cavendish Vermouth's actions to gather the remnants of the organization proceeded silently. She was so busy that her exquisite and beautiful face showed signs of exhaustion, yet she still found time to send messages to Gin, laced with vague complaints. Gin was speechless for a moment before replying, "I'm going to puke."
He actually understood what his old partner meant, he believed his old partner understood him as well. After all, if everything went smoothly, Vermouth would likely become one of the former colleagues he would frequently deal with in the future.
That's why professional connections are truly important; former colleagues can be found everywhere in life.
Take Gin, for example; he has worked diligently (not really) up until now, with half of his former colleagues being from the Pink side and the other half from the Black side. He truly does have a natural constitution for bloodshed and storm.
Time passed quickly, in the blink of an eye, it was already the next day.
The weather has been wonderful lately, with clear skies and bright sunshine, so much so that Gin even wondered if Tokyo was holding a send-off for him, the disobedient big villain. Of course, it was more likely that Heine had checked the weather forecast in advance; this future boss had even sent a caring email that began with "The weather is lovely today" and ended with "I am looking forward to our meeting," in an attempt to make the hard-working employee feel the warmth of the workplace.
It was too warm, so warm that Gin felt an inexplicable chill.
The Silver-haired killer had wanted to simply and crudely snap back with a "What are you crazy for?", but the moment he opened his phone to write an email, he realized the other party was his future boss. Thus, he abandoned such a direct approach and instead changed to a tactful inquiry into whether Heine's recent mental state was concerning.
After skillfully clearing the email, Gin gave his belongings one last check before walking out of the door of the safe house.
This safe house was as good as finished. Following his usual style, he would have chosen some artistic way—such as an explosion—to end the life of this safe house. However, considering the frequent firefights in Tokyo lately, the urgency of the situation making cleanup inconvenient, finally, the fact that there was nothing of value left in the safe house (which was the key point), Gin decided to spare the innocent building.
He did not specifically tell anyone the date of his departure.
The people who kept in touch with him during special periods basically knew he would be leaving Japan soon, so it wouldn't have surprised them whenever he left. With so many modern communication devices, it was always possible to get in touch; whether it was them or Gin, neither were the type of people to be overly sentimental or concerned with formalities.
Announcing the date was of no significance.
Moreover, he had no intention of deliberately concealing anything; those who were meant to know would naturally find out.
Dragging his small carry-on suitcase, Gin thought truthfully, his left hand naturally slipping into his trench coat pocket.
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Author's Note: (1) This part is based on the original content. In the early stages, there weren't many Black Organization undercover agents; there's a sense that for Akai and Ethan Hondo, "the organization hadn't had an undercover agent in so many years that you two were very conspicuous. jpg." As for the later stages.. I won't say more.
Also, in the original work, Akai Shuichi's time in the Organization was actually described as "skillfully maneuvering within the Organization" and "not attracting too much attention at first, but gradually making a name for himself," which is somewhat inconsistent with the animation's original parts..
But the later parts of the original work also had a bit of a wild, unconstrained feel to them, *sigh*.
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Countdown to the end of the main story. Is there any side story you all would like to read?
I actually really want to write about that FBI layoffs meme from online before, hahaha.
I've set up a lucky draw; just leave a comment below this chapter. If there are any side stories you want to read, you can also let me know in the comments of this chapter.
Chapter 247: Chapter 225: Should I Kneel on One Knee Now..
Those who should know, will naturally know.
So, when Gin encountered that person who was both unexpected and predictable, he merely raised an eyebrow slightly.
The other man also raised an eyebrow and gave him a lazy smile.
You took special leave just to see me off?" The Silver-haired killer sized up the man before him, offering a neutral assessment, "Your boss is quite lenient with you.
That being said, there was also a hint of unmistakable amusement in Gin's eyes.
I never delay my work." The FBI Ace Agent, who should have been busy, stopped in front of Gin, maintaining a suitable distance quite naturally. "And you didn't intend to hide it from me, did you?
He indeed hadn't intentionally concealed the time of his departure, but looking at Akai Shuichi's expression, to be able to find this out so easily..
"It seems Heine has provided you with quite a bit of convenience," Gin said with certainty.
He dragged his suitcase forward, without needing either of them to say anything, Akai Shuichi naturally followed behind him.
The reason it was Heine instead of Sheila was that the latter was, after all, an employee of the ICPO. Moreover, in the current crackdown on the Black Organization, various factions were rife with intrigue and schemes. Although Sheila looked down on such things, she was not about to undermine her own organization by having "unnecessary" private contact with an unfamiliar FBI agent.
On the contrary, Heine maintained a detached attitude, watching the tiger fight from the sidelines during the Organization incidents; he was quite idle indeed, after going to Italy, he became even more unrestrained.
Gin was certain that Heine approached Akai Shuichi solely out of a desire for amusement.
He had no interest in becoming one of Heine's entertainment, silently made a mental note of his Italian superior.
Indeed." The black-haired agent nodded, following Gin's footsteps, while also feeling somewhat puzzled. "I don't seem to have had much interaction with him during my time in the Organization?
Akai Shuichi did not shy away from discussing his time as a Black Organization undercover. Even with the goal of destroying the organization, his undercover career within the organization was still a sufficiently important experience for him; he believed he had done his best, although there were still many regrets, he could still face them calmly.
However, Rye's time in the Organization was not long; if you counted carefully, it was only a little over three years. After all, the Organization was a massive transnational criminal syndicate with so many members that Akai Shuichi was not familiar with many of the codenamed members, including Heine.
In fact, saying they were "not familiar" was an understatement; strictly speaking, the two of them had hardly ever met.
When Heine suddenly found him, he was even startled for a moment.
He's just bored," Gin commented coldly, while simultaneously offering Akai a suggestion: "If he comes looking for you again, you don't need to pay him any mind.
Ignore him, once Heine loses interest, he will naturally settle down.
However—
"However, Heine probably won't contact you again." After a pause, Gin added another sentence.
Once he arrives in Italy, his new boss certainly won't be as leisurely as he is now.
Is that so?" Akai Shuichi had already walked side by side with Gin. He tilted his head toward the silver-haired killer, his tone even carrying a hint of regret: "What a shame. At least this time, I still thank him.
Gin: ……
He felt that Akai Shuichi was testing him, but he had no evidence.
A familiar sense of helplessness welled up in his heart, but at this moment, Gin no longer felt any negative emotions. The Silver-haired killer stopped in his tracks and sighed, "If there is something you want to know, you can just ask directly."
He thought he had made himself quite obvious; why was he losing his rhythm now?
The black-haired agent also stopped in his tracks, the faint smile originally on his lips vanishing as he quietly gazed at Gin's face. His dark green eyes, the same color as Gin's, reflected Gin's silhouette, Gin almost thought he was about to answer.
In the next second, Akai Shuichi did indeed speak, but his answer was not what Gin had expected.
How about I drive you?
Gin: ……
He doubted himself: Was it really not obvious?
However, the answer to the question didn't seem important; anyway, there was plenty of time ahead, he never lacked patience.
"Fine," he said.
..
Aside from the Porsche, which had already been shipped to Italy, most of Gin's other cars had been given away, but that didn't mean he lacked stock—after all, he might return to Japan in the future, so keeping a few cars wouldn't matter.
Anyway, he wasn't short of money.
However, since Akai Shuichi intended to act as the driver, Gin complied and sat in the passenger seat. In all fairness, Gin's driving skills were good, but since having Vodka around, he had not personally driven very often.
The FBI agent's driving was also quite good; he could perform drifts on the highway, at this moment, he was driving steadily.
Along the way, the black-haired agent brought up topics from time to time, appearing no different from usual, but Gin still keenly sensed Akai Shuichi's distraction.
The Silver-haired killer's mood was unexpectedly calm. Just as he had thought before, whether there was an answer or not didn't actually matter. In any case, there was plenty of time ahead; he did not lack patience, there would always come a day when the puzzle was solved.
However, although he didn't care about the "time to solve the puzzle," Gin found the way he was feeling now somewhat novel.
He did not lack patience, but he was not a procrastinator either. The Silver-haired killer had always been famous in the Underworld for being cold and decisive, he handled his affairs with efficiency and decisiveness; even the "System," who had followed him for many years and had almost no presence in the later stages, was dealt with by him without hesitation when the time was right.
This was the first time he had felt such a mood—the feeling of leaving a problem hanging almost indefinitely, not even caring how it would turn out.
Gin, a killer with a latent tendency toward being a control freak, tolerated a certain "uncertain" existence with a state of mind that was almost calm.
To him, it was almost absurd, but he didn't hate the feeling.
Akai Shuichi drove the car exceptionally "by the book."