If it weren't for the Mission given by this System, if it weren't for that "Detective Conan" that records the future trajectory, they probably wouldn't even have the thought of resisting.
But what if the things recorded in that Detective Conan are true?
In the future, would they be destroyed along with the Black Organization?
Gin fell silent for a moment; he actually understood Shiratori Midori's concerns.
The Silver-haired youth's parents passed away when he was a child; part of the reason he joined the Black Organization was due to being forced by a series of unfortunate events, but part of it was also of his own free will.
After all, even though it was dangerous, it was a place to belong.
But Midori was different.
She had joined the Black Organization purely by accident. She still had her parents at home, even a younger sister who was seven years her junior and only eleven years old this year. To speak plainly, she was unwilling to join the Black Organization—though, of course, she had no choice in the matter.
But looking at it from another perspective, once her resistance against the Black Organization was discovered.. what would happen to her family?
Moreover, she herself was afraid of death.
That was why she had been hesitating.
Shiratori Midori let out a deep, deep sigh, then looked up and gazed directly at Gin.
Perhaps I am just too cowardly; I cannot decide." Shiratori Midori's gaze was firm. "Zhenjun, I'm counting on you.
The young girl's appearance was not exceptionally beautiful, but she could be considered "pretty" enough. Her fingertips trembled involuntarily, her voice was somewhat unsteady, clearly revealing her nervousness; nonetheless, she still insisted on not showing any fear.
You've always been so amazing, you can definitely, definitely do it, right?
Saying this, the young girl let out a long breath, her features softening, yet her gaze held both trust and resolve. As if she had summoned every ounce of his courage, she looked deeply, deeply at the Silver-haired youth and spoke earnestly:
Besides, I want to stand on your side.. No matter the outcome, I am willing to stand on your side.. So, I will leave the decision to you.
"But don't feel burdened," she said, his hands still trembling as she struggled to force a faint smile, though it was unclear whether she was trying to comfort him or himself.
After all, you are making your own decision; it just so happens that my decision is the same as yours.
The Silver-haired youth silently watched the young girl before him.
His green eyes burned brightly, as if they were ablaze with fire.
What was it that burned within him? Trust, courage, hope for the future..
Even though he was afraid, he did not back down.
So dazzling.. that flame seemed as if it were about to consume life itself.
Gin remembered this scene for many years.
Author's Note:
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O brave youth! Make the choice of your destiny!
Chapter 2: Chapter 2. Are you bullying the enemy, or are you bullying..
After careful consideration, Gin decided..
Well, he decided nothing.
Both choices had their pros and cons, they were matters of life and death. Although he was usually incredibly cool, domineering, arrogant, his future seemed to be even more cool, domineering, arrogantly miserable (.. did something get mixed in there?), he was only nineteen years old now, an age where it wouldn't be an exaggeration to call himself a youth. Facing choices that concerned his future and his life and death, he simply could not be decisive.
Thus, he could only struggle with his indecision, finding it difficult to make a choice.
Fortunately, there were still three days left, so there was no rush.
.. Zhenjun." The brown-haired, green-eyed girl spoke hesitantly. "I mean, speaking of which, there are only two days, twelve hours, 36 seconds left.. It is currently at 34 seconds.
Gin: "……"
Can you just shut up for a bit?!
Choices must be made, but daily recovery training is also indispensable.
Just like Shiratori Midori, who was being tormented by that so-called System to the point where her mental state was nearly collapsing, yet she still had to undergo her training and missions as usual.
If you keep making a scene everywhere you go, people might treat it as a joke or a way to vent stress once or twice, but after a few more times, won't you be labeled a lunatic? Or even worse, the Black Organization's research lab will welcome you.
Of course, there was also the possibility of being dismissed as a chuunibyou.
—At Shiratori Midori's age of eighteen, some people would probably believe it.
Despite his complaints, the Silver-haired youth went to the recovery facility provided by the Black Organization with Shiratori Midori that very afternoon to undergo rehabilitative training.
A while ago, he had been hanging by a thread. By some stroke of luck (actually thanks to the System), he had survived that ordeal. After lying in a hospital bed for over a month, he was now able to engage in some light activity.
He missed his gun a little.
Nothing is absolute, but just as jewelry and clothing are attractive to most women, cars and weapons are naturally attractive to most men.
Guns are not something an ordinary person can simply obtain.
But for the Black Organization, not being able to get a gun? That simply didn't exist.
Even so, the Black Organization did not have enough guns to go around for everyone to have one. Whether from the perspective of weapon allocation or the need for secrecy, ordinary low-level members certainly would not be allocated guns provided by the organization.
However, for the cadres, the provision of weapons was still guaranteed.
Whether it is the standard version or the deluxe version depends on one's status within the Black Organization.
Gin is still considered a newcomer for now, but due to his outstanding strength and his own potential, his weapons are naturally not bad. However, compared to his sidearm several years later—the one used by Gin in Detective Conan—they are still somewhat lacking.
The silver-haired youth thought about his future sidearm with a hint of envy, but he did not dwell on it.
After all, the gun that accompanied him now was also quite good, he liked it very much.
As for the better one, whether or not it was recorded in the books, he would obtain it sooner or later through his own strength.
..
The silver-haired youth soon saw his sidearm.
Although he was heavily injured at the time, he still held his gun firmly in his hand. There were two bullets left in the gun; one was for his enemy, the other was for himself.
After all, considering the grievances between the two sides in the firefight, his fate after being captured would certainly be no better than death; it would be better to do it himself and end it quickly.
Fortunately, he had not fallen to that extent.
When he was brought back to the Black Organization for treatment while unconscious, the gun was naturally not kept by his side, but now that he has begun rehabilitative training, the gun has been returned to him.
His handgun is a □□ model that fires 9mm Parabellum rounds. The firearm has a total length of 198 mm and an empty weight of 0.934 kg. It features a barrel length of 114.3 mm, an effective range of fifty meters, a magazine capacity of fifteen rounds (1).
It's been over a month; I've really missed you..
The Silver-haired youth stepped forward a few paces, his well-defined fingers brushing against the rifle. Although his expression still held a trace of youthful immaturity, it had become gentle, losing its coldness and even carrying a hint of a smile in his eyes.
Shiratori Midori..
So, for men in the 'assassin' profession, are weapons their lovers..
The brown-haired girl muttered her complaints silently in her heart, but she wasn't foolish enough to actually say them out loud.
Since he had only just been able to get out of bed, Gin had no intention of spending much time on recovery training—after all, too much of a good thing could be harmful, if he failed to manage his wound properly and ended up back in a hospital bed with it reopened, it would be a disaster.
Therefore, in addition to his regular recovery training, he only wanted to practice his marksmanship today.
..
When it came to marksmanship, Gin truly held a bit of a grudge.
Even though he was part of the Black Organization, weapons like guns were not something the Black Organization just handed out casually.
He could have started training in close-quarters combat early on, but when it came to marksmanship, he had to wait until a certain age—even though he had started practicing much earlier than the average person, it had only been two years.
As for Shiratori, she has only been handling firearms for just over half a year.
So, as it stands, Gin's marksmanship cannot compare to his grappling skills.
However, he was confident that he could gradually improve his marksmanship.
However..
Logically speaking, his future nemesis—that FBI agent Akai Shuichi—shouldn't have spent any longer practicing his marksmanship than he had! In fact, he might have even started even later than him.
What on earth is up with that kind of marksmanship—the kind that says, "Just give me a light, I can curve a bullet and hit you from eight hundred meters away (2)"?!
Are you bullying your enemies, or are you bullying Newton?
The Silver-haired youth recalled the contents of the spoilers, his mouth twitching as a sense of unwillingness surged within his heart.
After all, he felt confident that he could defeat Akai in close-quarters combat, but as for that cheat-like gunplay of his..
The Silver-haired youth couldn't help but cold his gaze.
It seems I will have to practice my marksmanship much more in the future.
However.. even after making up his mind, Gin still felt some hesitation.
Was that marksmanship not simply using cheats? (You've figured it out)
Is that also part of Akai Shuichi's basic character design, just like his knit cap?
Bang—
Beside her, Shiratori Midori raised her gun and fired, hitting a nine.
Her scores had always hovered around the nine-ring mark; sometimes she would hit a seven, while she had hit a ten, it was quite rare.
Startled awake by the gunshot, the Silver-haired youth [male] felt that his imagination had run away with him after his wild thoughts (……). He composed himself, secretly warning himself not to become paranoid about every little thing just because of a supernatural phenomenon.
With that thought, the Silver-haired youth focused his gaze on the target dozens of meters away, his pupils contracting as he swiftly raised his gun and fired.
A direct hit on the ten-ring.
Clap—clap—clap—
The Silver-haired youth and the Brown-haired girl frowned simultaneously, quickly turning their heads toward the source of the sound.
It was a stunningly beautiful blonde woman, appearing to be about twenty, with a charming smile playing on her lips.
It seems no side effects were left behind—" the woman drew out her voice, praising with a smile, "Your marksmanship is quite accurate.
Vermouth," Gin said with a frown, "what are you doing here?