Chapter 61 Chapter 61 "I've avenged you."...

183.

This meeting lasted an unusually long time, so long that I even felt that it was the longest meeting that Gin had ever hosted since I came to the Polestar Bar.

It was so bad that I even thought it was stupid to squat at the bar and secretly eat all the little dog cakes that Bourbon gave me, out of fear of being caught slacking off at work.

...This makes me look stupid.

Like, have you ever tried to wait from dusk till dawn? If they don't end soon, I feel like I'm going to stay up all night and see the second sunrise of the year.

I even went through the motions of sending the guests and other colleagues off.

Yes, their meeting even lasted until the bar closed. This was really the first time, and it made me curious about what important things they were talking about in the meeting.

What kind of major operation would require such a luxurious lineup and take so much time to plan and divide the work?

For those three bottles of whiskey, this was like a mouse falling into a rice jar or me falling into a gigolo parlor. They'd only just joined the organization, barely received their code names, and already been assigned such an important mission. I can't imagine how excited they were.

How much valuable information can be obtained from it for the Japanese public security and the FBI.

At the moment, I can only silently pray that they don't lose their patience and "mess up" the Black Organization's mission or secretly pass on information as soon as they arrive. Gin is not easy to fool, especially... he hasn't fully trusted these three code members and asked them to supervise each other.

However, on second thought, I was worrying too much. After all, the three of them were elites picked from thousands of people. If they were so easily exposed, they would not have been lurking in the Black Organization for so long, especially Furuya Rei.

When I think of bourbon, bourbon comes down.

The meeting finally ended, and this time he wasn't traveling alone, but with Scotland and Ley. The three of them maintained a delicate distance between them, not too close but not completely alienated either. It seemed they were leaving together.

The gap between people is clearly revealed at this moment. If it were me, a ten-minute meeting would feel like the energy has been drained out. I wouldn't even be walking, I'd be floating.

As a result, when these three paper-thin handsome guys came downstairs, they were full of energy and radiant. They didn't look like they had just experienced a long and time-consuming meeting. Instead, they looked like they had a spa treatment for several hours. They were so radiant.

It makes people want to bite their handkerchief with tears in their eyes.

"Why that expression?" Lei keenly noticed the envy and jealousy on my face and raised an eyebrow, his emerald eyes full of teasing. "Have you been waiting too long for us to finish? How about I help you clean up the box?"

"No need, Yingzi, I've got you...Big Brother and I to help." Vodka followed closely behind and spoke hastily after hearing this. When we all subconsciously looked over, he realized that his tone was too hasty and coughed twice. "You guys better hurry back. If this affects the mission, hmph."

The cold snort at the end was extremely threatening.

Not bad, worthy of being a senior in the Black Organization, this dark power really needs three bottles of whiskey to learn.

But I have to learn what I need to learn, and it is impossible to give in.

Scotland heard this, with a gentle and harmless smile on his face, but his tone was not gentle and harmless at all: "I don't know why you think we will affect the mission. Are you looking for an excuse for the failure of the mission in advance?"

Wow—for a moment, I didn't know whether to be surprised or to sigh in awe. As expected of Zhufu Jingguang...

"So free? Arguing here?" Gin's icy voice suddenly echoed from the top of the stairs. He walked slowly down, his oppressive gaze sweeping over everyone present, even me, an innocent bystander.

There are also Chianti and Cohen who just came downstairs.

I knew it, there are huge differences between people. Chianti and Cohen are like tired rats, but this makes me feel balanced.

Chianti, who was affected by the gin, was about to explode, but Cohen, who was very good at reading the atmosphere, quickly pulled her away and said, "Then we will go back first."

"That's right. You should just go do what you need to do. Everyone here should leave early so Yingzi can rest early." Vermouth's lazy and magnetic voice sounded at the right time. She walked down the stairs belatedly and put her arm on my shoulder very naturally. Her slender fingers curled up a strand of my hair and brought it to her lips for a gentle kiss. "Little cutie, do you need my help? Well, it seems that I don't need it."

After finishing her self-questioning and answering, Vermouth waved her sleeves and left without taking a single cloud with her.

Bourbon, who had been silent the whole time, adhered to his mysticism. He leaned against the wall with his arms folded, watching. After Vermouth left, he finally spoke: "Then we'll leave too."

He waved to me casually, turned around and left, pushing the door open and blending into the night outside.

His expression was very natural, as if he was not the one who secretly slipped the note into the decoration of the cupcake. He didn't even confirm it. Was he so confident that a greedy girl like me could discover the secret of the small stick?

Scotland nodded slightly at me and left as well.

Lei was the last one to fall behind. He looked at me questioningly, and when he saw me shaking my head, indicating that I didn't need him to stay and help, he finally turned and left.

"Come on, Yingzi, I'll go upstairs with you to clean up." Seeing this, Vodka pulled my wrist and walked upstairs.

I instinctively turned around and saw Gin following us without saying a word. Only then did I feel completely relieved.

...Well, it's impossible that in the end it will be just Vodka and I cleaning up the battlefield they caused, right?

Although Gin did come up, that was all he did.

He leaned casually against the door frame of the box and lit a cigarette.

The grayish-white smoke blurred the outline of his stern profile, and his long dark green eyes appeared even deeper and more difficult to understand behind the smoke.

He just watched me and Vodka busying around, and several times I felt like he had something to say to me.

But he said nothing.

184.

This was the first time Gin and Vodka had refused to let me stay at home even though they were on a mission in Tokyo.

Nor did they let me go back to live in the attic of the Polestar bar.

Gin just stood silently at the door, watching me pack my luggage slowly, and turning a blind eye to me secretly stuffing one of his clothes into my pajamas.

Then, he drove Vodka and me personally to the Black Organization's secret research and development base.

To be precise, it was the laboratory where Shirley was.

That's how Shirley and I became half-roommates.

Shirley was clearly extremely unhappy with this. She crossed her arms defensively, her short brown hair looking neat and distant, and her large eyes filled with undisguised resistance.

However, Shirley's resistance was undoubtedly insignificant in front of Gin. Gin simply said "It's the organization's decision" and ignored Shirley's sullen face, and asked Vodka to carry my luggage directly into Shirley's lounge in the laboratory.

Shirley is a code member after all, so naturally she has her own independent residence. However, sometimes when the experiment reaches a critical stage, she has to work all night or find a place to catch up on some sleep. As the main person in charge of the research team, she has an independent lounge in the base.

Now, it's mine.

Of course, Shirley was incredibly repulsive to me at first. She already hated Gin, and I was someone Gin had sent over, someone close to him. I'd even taken over her lounge, invading her personal space. And to top it all off, my reputation wasn't exactly great.

"Stay away from my equipment," Shirley said in a very unfriendly tone. "I don't want to see any explosions."

It was a very unfriendly and cold warning. Although he was only in his teens, he already had a sharpness and momentum beyond his age... But it didn't scare me at all.

On the one hand, it’s because I’m with Gin every day, and Shirley’s aura is really far inferior to Gin. I’m not afraid of Gin, let alone her.

On the other hand... wow wow wow, this is Shirley! Miyano Shiho! Haibara Ai!

Ai-chan, my destined Ai-chan, I have liked Ai-chan since I was born!

Ai-chan’s cold face is cute, I like it, sukisuki!!!

What's the difference between this and a furry kitten with its fur standing up! If we hadn't just met, she would already be in my arms!!!

And, to be honest, looking at the wariness in Shirley's eyes, I doubt whether I am a walking bomb in the eyes of those researchers. Is that right?

But, like I said before, Gin just needs me to meet Shirley, and leave the rest to me...

Humph, there is no beauty that I, Kaimen Yingzi, cannot melt~

Just Shirley, what a joke!

185.

In the future, when the Black Organization is completely destroyed and Miyano Shiho's name is known throughout the world, I think I will publish a book called -

"Three Sentences to Help You Win Over Miyano Shiho".

"Shirley, do you want strawberry-flavored Cornetto, mango-flavored Cornetto, or this Cornetto of mine?" I held an ice cream cone in each hand, approached Shirley as if offering a treasure, and asked with a smile, tilting my head and winking suggestively.

Shirley didn't even raise her eyelids, her eyes still focused on the computer screen in front of her. She said in a flat tone, "I'm not interested in this kind of sweet food full of industrial additives and excessive sugar. I advise you not to eat too much of it. Frequent consumption of this kind of food will be bad for you..."

While Shirley was explaining her story in a cold voice, I had already quickly unpacked the strawberry-flavored Cutie, took a lick, squinted my eyes with satisfaction, and then quickly kissed the girl's soft and elastic cheek.

Shirley's body stiffened imperceptibly, and she wiped away the ice cream stain I had rubbed on her with her hand, expressionless. To be more precise, she was trying to keep a straight face, but in reality, her face was already red, and her big eyes were full of tears. "Can you please not kiss me so suddenly all the time?"

"You can also kiss me suddenly!" I took advantage of the situation and smiled, even raising my cheek to her, "Here, I'm ready!"

"Who wants to kiss you? You're so dirty." Shirley said this, but she had actually taken the Cornetto from my other hand and licked it like I did.

He gave me a quick kiss and ran off.

"I'll get you dirty too!"

Woohoo, Sulli, who holds a grudge and will take revenge, is so cute!

I am grateful to my elder brother. Without him, how could I be as happy as I am today?

Qinmen——

But speaking of which, Gin has been completely absorbed in the mission for three days now. Aside from occasionally replying to my messages to reassure me he's not blocked, I have no idea where they're at with the mission. I can't get in touch with the three whiskies either. Chianti and Cohen rarely reply either, and the same goes for Vodka.

It always feels like an important and dangerous mission.

Gin...he won't be hurt, right?

186.

"Then I'll go back." Shirley pursed her lips before speaking shyly, trying to hide the expectation in her voice, "Won't you go back with me?"

"Sherry, do you want to sleep with me?" I suddenly realized and invited her, "Why don't you share the bed in the lounge with me?"

Shirley's face turned cold and she snorted, "Not interested. I'm leaving."

After Shirley left, I operated the control panel to completely close the laboratory door. All the lights went out one after another, and only the necessary safety indicator lights were still emitting a faint green light.

I sat on the small bed in the lounge, hugged the giraffe and sighed regretfully.

Oh, I also want to go to Shirley’s house. What’s the difference between this and a pilgrimage?

But, I can't go.

Because I know why Gin put me here, not just because I pestered him to meet Shirley.

The organization's research and development base is located semi-underground, with an extremely high security level. It is more like an iron wall than the bar and safe house where Gin is not in charge.

It's because I know that Gin put me in the laboratory for safety, which makes me even more worried.

What kind of mission would make Gin so nervous?

As I was lost in thought, I suddenly heard the sound of the door opening.

I clearly remember locking the door. Not only could Shirley not open it, let alone anyone else. Unless an attacker forced the door open, or...

The one with the highest authority has arrived.

My heart skipped a beat, then began to pound wildly. But I remembered Vodka's instructions, dug out the pistol from under the bed, and carefully opened the door to the living room.

Outside the door, a tall, familiar figure almost blended into the shadows of the corridor.

Before I could see clearly, a hand wearing a black leather glove pressed down on my gun-holding hand at a speed I couldn't react to.

The force was controlled very well, just a light press, and I felt my wrist go numb, and the gun in my hand fell to the ground.

A tired yet familiar voice rang out above me: "Looks like I'll have to teach you again. The safety catch is—"

"Brother, you're back!" He didn't care about the gun or the safety catch! I cried out and pounced on him, hanging on him, and skillfully wrapped my legs around him, "I missed you so much, woooooo!"

Gin had a familiar smell on him, as well as the lingering smell of gunpowder and... the smell of fresh blood.

I moved my nose and sniffed his shoulder like a puppy, and said in a terrified voice, "Brother, are you hurt? Where?"

"Don't move, let me hold you for a while." Gin's big hand pressed down on the back of my head. The force was a little heavy, but it made me feel at ease. "It's someone else's."

My heart finally settled down, and I breathed a sigh of relief. Coming to my senses, I looked at the overlapping shadows on the ground cast by the light from the lounge behind me, and I hugged him tighter, clinging to him.

"Yingzi." He suddenly called my name in a low voice.

"Huh?"

"I have avenged you." I heard Gin's hoarse voice say in my ear, as if suppressing countless turbulent emotions, but then returning to calm.

...Revenge?

Do I have any grudge that requires Gin to avenge himself?

Wasn’t the last American organization that hurt me eradicated by him and Vermouth and his men a long time ago?