Chapter 34: Give up explaining and be sure to be careful of the little black face, Midorikawa-kun! ...

The tires of the Porsche 356A sparked around the bend. Gin bit down on the filter so hard he could practically hear his teeth grinding. Nonsense chatter continued to stream over the car's intercom, and Vodka's hands, gripping the steering wheel, were sweating—after all, his older brother in the back seat wasn't looking too good.

The Shimizu family's private residence was not originally the organization's primary target. It was just this morning that the intelligence team received news that Ms. Shimizu had a secret meeting with Councillor Fujita in her study during last week's banquet. Therefore, the infiltration mission was only urgently issued today.

Vodka said that jerk Rum clearly had ulterior motives. If this intelligence was so important, why hadn't he informed the task force of last week's events until today? Rum was clearly trying to slow down their investigation of Councilman Fujita so his own subordinates could take the lead.

But the lord took this information quite seriously and ordered an investigation directly.

That old guy Fujita has been jumping back and forth between several factions in an attempt to gain more benefits. He even shows signs of betraying his previous cooperative relationship with the organization. The organization's tolerance for him is nearing its limit.

Against this backdrop, the news that "Congressman Fujita secretly met with the heir of the Shimizu family and was suspected of inciting the other party to defect" undoubtedly touched the sensitive nerves of that adult - although according to previous investigations, Ms. Shimizu and Congressman Fujita were just having an extramarital affair, the probability of the two having an affair or quarreling in the study was even greater... Everyone who attended the banquet that day knew that Ms. Shimizu had been upset for a long time because Congressman Fujita had found a new love.

The order had been given, and Gin naturally wouldn't disobey. To show his respect, he dispatched two of his promising new recruits to compete against the newcomer Rum had been nurturing, sparing himself the task.

But now, he has changed his mind.

"Redirect to the mission location." That annoying voice still echoed through the channel, like a rat's tail brushing against a cheek. The silver-haired killer's eyes were so cold they could freeze the vodka. "Where's the camera? Turn it on."

Although he desperately wanted to comply with his leader's request, Zhu Xing, lurking on the other side, typed in a regretful code: "All the cameras installed in the study have been sucked away by the toilet plunger. There are no cameras."

…How did the toilet plunger appear in this serious conversation?

Vodka, who was driving in the front, was extremely curious - but he didn't dare to ask, because his elder brother didn't seem to want to ask either, his expression just became even colder.

After making sure that he couldn't confirm the woman's face, Gin cut off the sound on his side and continued to monitor the conversation over there.

The familiar female voice chattered on, still using that annoying mouth to spout irritating words: "Don't think it's no big deal just because it's just borderline. I heard from my neighbor that when he first started performing, he also insisted that he was a fitness trainer... In the end, he couldn't resist the temptation of money. One wrong step leads to another... Although it seems that he didn't really resist it."

"But you're different from him, Midorikawa-kun. You're so pure..."

The innocent sniper Midorikawa coughed heavily, hesitating to speak: "Um, Miss Asamura, things are really not what you think... I do a serious job..."

Chaomu? Why does this name sound so familiar... I think my big brother asked him to look it up before...

Gin's murderous intent grew more sinister, and Vodka suddenly realized: Isn't that the female neighbor who lives next door to Big Brother's safe house and is very close to the police? She seems to have been doing housekeeping work recently. He just submitted the new investigation results to Big Brother yesterday.

Big Brother is so angry now. Could it be that the neighbor that woman mentioned is referring to Big Brother? No wonder Big Brother pays so much attention to this ordinary woman. There must be a lot of friction between the two of them...

Vodka, feeling he'd figured it all out, was immediately filled with righteous indignation. "What nonsense is this woman talking about?! Why is she fabricating rumors about Big Brother?! Big Brother has barely ever performed any honey trap-related missions, so how could he have been a gigolo?! That woman must have fabricated rumors because she failed to woo Big Brother...!"

After suddenly realizing what was going on, a hint of murderous intent surfaced on his somewhat honest face. He lowered his voice and said, "How dare that woman offend Big Brother like this? Do you want me to go back and kill her..."

"...Idiot, use your brain." The subordinate's thoughts were written on his face. Gin's forehead veins bulged, and he said, unable to bear it any longer, "There are more than two households living on that floor!"

The neighbor the woman was talking about was obviously not him, but someone from one of the other households; Vodka didn't know why he wanted to investigate that hateful woman - but when he heard the word "offense" from Vodka's mouth, the silver-haired killer still felt a burning pain in his eyes, and the shame of having his hidden weakness exposed burned his brain with murderous intent.

That subtle moment resurfaced in his mind—the girl's fingertips brushed his cheek, but he grasped them tightly above her head. As the bed rocked, he and her fought hand-to-hand, surprisingly at a slight disadvantage in terms of strength...

But in reality, nothing happened, as if only the dream was haunting him, making Gin not even know who to attack.

The murderous look in the silver-haired man's eyes became increasingly piercing. Vodka swallowed all his guesses and tried his best to guess his brother's thoughts: "That's fine. If you don't like that woman, why don't you secretly get rid of her when she comes home... or move her to another safe house?"

Anyway, as the organization's TOP Killer, Gin couldn't have only one safe house. Killing someone or moving could solve the problem - after all, he could see that his eldest brother obviously hated that woman.

The problem that he thought was easy to solve was once again rejected by Gin in silence.

The killer with long silver hair sat in the back seat of the Porsche, his sharp brows furrowed as he glanced at the street outside the car window. An intuition lingering in his memory told him that "killing" the woman would not work, and there was no need for him to do such a futile act.

And "changing to a safe house" was also filtered smoothly, as if moving had never been an option for him.

Before the slight sense of strangeness could surface, Gin's thoughts were interrupted again by a female voice coming from the channel.

"So you really are doing this...real job completely voluntarily?"

At the Qingshui residence, the study was brightly lit. A sniper with long black hair stood sideways behind the door, pulling back the ends of his hair that had been blown past the doorframe by the wind, so as not to expose his position.

Chaomu, thirsty from all the persuasion, pulled out a bottle of water from his backpack and gulped down two mouthfuls. He looked at the somewhat bewildered young man with cat-eyed eyes with a look of new understanding: "No one is lying to you. You are fully aware of what you are doing."

"Yes, I know very well..." Midorikawa held his forehead with one hand, feeling a little swollen and painful. "First of all, I'm really not a gigolo, I am..."

"Yeah... I understand." The short-haired girl sighed deeply and patted his shoulder. "Preparing for one-on-one service is different from the kind in the store. I understand."

...Isn't this completely incomprehensible? He's not Ms. Shimizu's reserve lover!

Midorikawa Kei let out a painful breath - Dai Moroboshi outside the door was obviously laughing, and the ends of his conspicuous black hair fell out again, and the tips of his hair were shaking.

However, his good companion didn't just laugh. Instead, he typed lightly in code: [There's no point in continuing to pester her and explain. Our time is limited. Don't keep Gin waiting too long.]

Perhaps his original intention was simply to avoid the impression of inefficiency from his superiors, but Midorikawa Kei reacted instantly: Gin couldn't be allowed to see Asami. He was an overly cautious and vicious killer. If he saw her as an obstacle to be eliminated, her safety...

He couldn't drag it out any longer. He had to make a quick decision and let her leave. He wasn't confident leaving her to Moroboshi Dai to lead her away. That man had a reputation within the organization as the "second Gin"...

In a split second, Midorikawa Kei had already made his decision. He temporarily turned off the channel and responded to his "companion" outside the door: "I'll lead her away, and you take over the insurance..."

Midorikawa Jing didn't want to hurt the girl - in his hands, the passerby girl would not be in danger of her life.

This clear message was received almost immediately by Zhu Xingda.

The black-haired sniper, who had been about to offer to take over, retreated into the shadows outside the door and glanced down at the time. He didn't know why Gin had become so interested, but it would take him time to get over there—they needed to complete all the work before the other party arrived.

"Anyway, I completely understand." Chaomu, who was sitting opposite him, was completely unaware of the approaching danger and was instead focused on persuading the NPC he favored.

Her hand was still on his shoulder, her expression a mixture of seriousness and understanding. "Don't worry, it's not that I can't understand your choice. I just have to remind you that your current image is a bit lacking in competitiveness. Do you know what kind of opponent you're facing?"

Midorikawa, who didn't want to refute her anymore and just wanted to take her away first, gave up struggling and asked obediently, "What kind of opponent is it? Miss Asamure, can you tell me?"

"It's a blonde puppy and a black wildcat." Thinking of that man, Chaomu's expression unconsciously became solemn. "The feeling of being broken is twenty thousand times stronger than yours. He works as a gigolo at night, sells tea during the day, works non-stop, and has a wicked black face who rummages through trash cans in his spare time—"

Thinking of his wet purple eyes and sunny blond hair, she scanned the young man's unshaven face critically and said solemnly, "No, you have absolutely no chance of winning against him... Or you should change your career as soon as possible."

Blonde hair and dark skin... I always feel that this setting is a little familiar...

Before her delicate thoughts could form, they were interrupted by an urgent situation. Midorikawa Kei took her wrist, his expression softening. "It sounds like Miss Asamure is quite skilled in this area... Could you please teach me in detail?"

"Although I may not have a chance of winning right now, I can learn... Let's go somewhere else and talk about it in detail, okay? There seems to be a barbecue restaurant nearby..."

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The author has something to say: It is hard to imagine how many people the raccoon will introduce the image of Little Black Face to in the future.

I probably won't be able to write too much during the New Year holidays, so it would be great if I could update daily (I'm sure)