He never denied that.
But that was all.
After leaving the Black Organization, Gin felt no particularly intense love or hatred toward his former employer. Having grown up in the Organization, he considered himself to have given much to it; there were things he had been given, things he had repaid, everything was now settled.
Even after he left, the Organization's ambiguous attitude for a period of time was, in fact, a kind of tacit understanding.
He was neither a whistleblower who overturned the Organization, nor a savior who turned the tide; he was merely a bystander watching it all with cold indifference.
He does not regret his years in the Black Organization, nor does he regret his decision to leave the organization.
It's not as if anyone has let anyone down. This isn't necessarily a bad thing.
Borse could not read Gin's thoughts, but at least he understood that his superior did not shy away from mentioning the Organization. He also did not want to mention the Organization too much, so he turned and said, "Do you need me to send an email to the Black Organization Mastermind?"
No need, I'll contact him directly," Gin replied. He didn't want to let his confidant think too much, so he simply said, "Accompany me on a walk around the base, then you can head back.
Borse nodded.
The base was huge, all the facilities were new. Gin especially liked the shooting range among them. Although the style of the arrangement was different from the Organization's, in Gin's eyes, the professionalism of the new base was on par with the Organization.
He nodded in satisfaction, just as he was about to test the configured heavy weapons, when Heine appeared.
The Silver-haired killer glanced regretfully at the sniper rifle before him and greeted his new boss.
He had sent an email to Heine before, but he hadn't expected the other party to arrive so quickly—yet another piece of evidence that Heine was indeed very idle.
The very idle boss cast a casual glance at the ring on Gin's finger, raised an eyebrow, then, with a smile, ushered Borse away, teasingly hinting, "Do you like this one?"
Gin stared at him helplessly for a while, then nodded.
He was certain that once Heine returned, Sheila would definitely know immediately.
This was also one of the reasons why he didn't want to wear a ring—he had absolutely no interest in the gossip regarding his new boss.
Fortunately, the new boss was quite reasonable; a joke or two was fine, but there was no need to overdo it, especially since now was a time when Gin was needed.
Indeed, a model worker is a model worker wherever he goes.
Having just started the job, work follows him everywhere.
With only the "ding" of an email notification coming from the mobile phone, Heine's handsome face wore its usual smile.
A new employee, a new look." His boss encouraged him. "Zhenjun, I believe in your abilities.
Gin immediately had a foreboding.
The Silver-haired killer lowered his eyes and opened the email on his mobile phone.
What caught his eye was an urgent mission notification, reminding him to complete the ammunition transfer in Milan, Lombardy as soon as possible, to be careful not to attract official attention—if the authorities were to notice, he was to clean everything up immediately.
Gin: ……
As for the deadline, it is in three days.
Gin:?
Looking up again, Heine, who had just been talking incessantly in front of him, had long since vanished; he had probably fled first out of guilt.
It is indeed an urgent mission.
But since it's so [urgent] (emphasis), why is the flight schedule you arranged so slow!
So your leisure is all built on your subordinates carrying the heavy burden, is it?!
..
Three days later.
After dealing with a group of hostile Mafia members, Gin successfully archived the ammunition into the warehouse. Looking at the hardworking logistics staff and the several elderly family members filled with many emotions, the Silver-haired killer once again had a foreboding.
"Young Master Philostratos has finally found a reliable confidant." One of the elders praised Heine, though, to be honest, Heine's name was quite a mouthful.
Indeed, the Old Master truly did not choose the wrong person.
Gin, who had been eavesdropping on their conversation..
Excuse me, what do you mean by 'finally' or 'found a reliable confidant'?
The silver-haired man closed his eyes, feeling that he could no longer see the future of his family.
—In this new company, am I really the only one who can actually work?
Three months later.
Boss!" Vodka rushed over, "Boss, there's a problem with that shipment from the Andruiva family. The Boss wants you to go handle it as soon as possible!
Gin remained silent for a moment, changed the magazine for his Beretta M92F, strode toward his car: "Time and location."
Vodka jogged to catch up, briefing Gin on the mission details as he went.
One year later.
Chianti wiped the blood from her face and fired several more shots at the enemies to the west in excitement, the butterfly on her left eye fluttering as if ready to take flight. "Gin! I told you we should have just charged straight in! Look, those previous, half-hearted negotiations had zero efficiency!"
Beside her, Korn silently delivered the finishing blow with a sniper rifle.
Cut the chatter, Chianti." While raising his hand to fire two shots that blew out the tires of the pursuing car, Borse snapped coldly, "And you should call him Lord Kurosawa.
The title Gin is not necessary to use within the Mafia.
Tsk, fine, I get it," the female sniper clicked her tongue in dissatisfaction and muttered, "You still call me Chianti.
Borse sneered, his eyes as cold as ice: "You think you can compare yourself to Lord Kurosawa?"
"Are you looking for death, Borse?!" This was Chianti.
"Do you want to see if I can kill you?" That was Borse.
".." This was Gin, who had listened to the entire conversation through the communication channel.
Two years later.
With highly efficient execution (everyone knew whose credit it was), Young Master Philostratos, who had assumed the position of Mafia Godfather earlier than expected and had previously used the codename Heine, greeted the important members of the family. Seated in the first position to his right was his most important confidant, his Outside Consultant, an elder among the core members he had established, Kurosawa Zhen.
He praised the most important contributor to his rise with non-stop compliments, a sincere tone, overflowing emotion; none of the subordinates had any objections—and even if they did, they wouldn't dare say it aloud.
As for the hero himself, he listened to his boss's compliments with a expressionless face, his gaze as sharp as a knife, coldly glaring at Philostratos.
"Kurosawa, you are my eternal friend!" Philostratos smiled affectionately.
"Heh." Gin laughed numbly.
Three years later.
"Boss, something's wrong!" Vodka came running in a frantic rush once again.
Gin signaled with his eyes for him to speak quickly.
The FBI cops are at the base, right at the main gate!" Vodka said hurriedly, guessing, "Was it because we went too far when we destroyed the Hertu family last time? I heard they have connections with several arms groups in the USA.
"Those pieces of trash are even worthy?" Gin sneered, looking on with disdain.
He rubbed his temples, which were throbbing from not having slept for two days, said irritably, "How many people came? Have Borse handle it."
"Just one." Vodka took out his phone, preparing to call Borse.
One?" Gin asked suspiciously, "Is he looking for death?
Just one? It seems to be Rye from before. Speaking of which, why is it him again.. Wait, Big Brother?
"No need to look for Borse." Gin stood up and walked toward the base gate.
Vodka rushed to keep up. "Boss! Are you going to do it yourself? Should we first confirm whether the opponent has reinforcements?"
No need," Gin said coldly. "Go find Philostratos and ask for leave on my behalf.
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Author's Note: At the end here, Akai actually took a few leaves of absence during those three years, but this was the first time he ran into Vodka.
Gin doesn't work without rest all year round, but he does have a lot of busy periods.
Flowers thrown to celebrate the completion~
Next up are various side stories.
Little Angels can talk about the side stories they want to see in the comments section, or you can mention them below Chapter 246. I've set up a lucky draw activity; you can participate by commenting under Chapter 246.
Aside from the side stories I've mentioned before, what I want to write currently includes various Parallel World IFs, as well as traveling to the original work or traveling from the original work, so on. I will list them in order first.