Chapter 80 Chapter 80 He really did it. I cried my heart out. I was just pretending. ...

47.

Brandy.

Brandy.

A distilled liquor with a golden color, rich flavor and charming aroma.

What did Gin mean by giving me this bracelet engraved with his wine's name? He couldn't possibly still think I was a malleable talent who could be given a code name, could he?

However, the point is that brandy is one of the six base liquors, along with gin, vodka, rum, tequila and whiskey.

According to the Black Organization's naming habits, even if I relied on my nepotism with Gin and my blood relationship with the organization's second-generation orphans to get in through the back door and be recommended as a code member without any assessment, I would not be qualified to have the code name "Brandy", right?

Am I worthy? The answer to this question is obvious.

Oh, yeah. Speaking of which, why doesn't anyone in the Black Organization use the name of such an important wine? It's really strange.

Yes, that's exactly the problem. The Black Organization doesn't have a codename called "Brandy." As one of the six base liquors, the Black Organization has been operating for so many years, yet they haven't given anyone the codename "Brandy."

After discovering this strange situation that I had ignored for a long time, I thought about it for a long time.

According to my reasoning, there should be three possible answers:

The first one is that the boss has Alzheimer's disease and memory loss, and he simply forgot that there is such a liquor as brandy in the world.

The second reason is that the boss extremely hates brandy or is allergic to it, so he doesn't give his subordinates this code name.

The third one is that someone once called this code name, but it was later sealed or erased for some reason.

All three possibilities make sense, but I personally prefer... the last one.

The reason was even simpler. If the boss really hated brandy, Gin wouldn't have given me the bracelet engraved with "Brandy"—unless he hadn't noticed the words engraved on it. But such an oversight, happening to the usually cautious Gin, was extremely unlikely.

So, my thoughts went around and around and came back to the starting point, that is, why did Gin give me a bracelet engraved with "Brandy"?

Is it really because Gin thought I could be a code member and came up with a code name for me in advance, Brandy, which is obviously not a code name for Little Karami? He doesn't have such a big filter and he wouldn't be such an indulgent person.

What's more, I remember more clearly that this bracelet was a gift that Gin gave me when he came back from hunting while he was out on a mission.

I also remember what Gin whispered in my ear when he came back to pick me up: "I have avenged you."

I still remember what Lei revealed, that during that large-scale event, Gin said there was someone he had to kill with his own hands.

At that time, I connected these clues together and speculated that Gin attached so much importance to that operation that even Vermouth came, not to mention Cohen, Chianti, three bottles of whiskey, etc., which was a luxurious lineup comparable to a future theatrical version... In this case, Gin personally named two people who must be personally involved in the action in order to avenge me.

To avenge my deceased parents whom I never met.

Because according to the conventional logic of the Black Organization, it goes without saying that the parents of an orphan who will be raised by the organization must have both died. The most important prerequisite for being raised is that he or she sacrificed himself or herself for the Black Organization, or at least did not betray the Black Organization.

For example, Melo's parents died together with the enemy while performing a mission, so the Black Organization raised her and let her inherit her mother's code name "Melo".

For example, the parents of Akemi Miyano and Shirley, although they discovered that the Black Organization's research was wrong, they died in a laboratory fire and did not really betray the organization. In addition, the Black Organization expected them to complete their parents' research, so even though the Black Organization deliberately held the two sisters hostage, they still let them grow up and gave Shirley a code name.

The information I received before (plus my own processing and understanding) always led me to speculate that my parents died in the line of duty, so I was raised by the Black Organization; and because we were just ordinary minions, I didn't even have a name, only a numerical code, which I gave myself when I was an adult and assigned to the Polestar Bar.

The numerical code names are only used by orphans adopted from orphanages by the Black Organization and orphaned children whose parents are peripheral members and have fake identities.

If I were to update the information now, it would be that my parents did indeed die in the line of duty, and the culprit was the organization that was recently attacked by the Black Organization. This is correct. The inaccurate part is that they weren't just minions. At least one of them had a code name. Was that code name Brandy?

But if that's the case, then there's something strange going on.

If I am really Brandy's daughter, why did I only have numerical codes during my growth process, and never heard of who my parents are, or the code name Brandy?

In fact, if you think about it carefully, as a peripheral member who was a waste when I first received training and even more of a waste when I grew up, it is indeed not right that I can be treated differently by the top leaders of the Black Organization. Even the boss and Rum are nice to me... At least others who seem to have the same status as me and perform better than me do not receive this kind of treatment.

Brandy……

What kind of person is Brandy?

If he is really one of my parents, why would the Black Organization be so secretive about his existence, not even knowing about him as their so-called biological daughter?

Damn it, I really hate things that require using my brain!

I was becoming more and more lazy because of Gin's pampering. After I discovered the secret of the bracelet, I couldn't wait to find Gin for an answer.

Let me emphasize again, Gin gave me this bracelet. He must know something, right? Something that Ley could find out—even though my first instinct was that Rum had given him some favors, Gin must have known it all along. He couldn't be unaware that this bracelet belonged to my parents...

Wait, do I even need to mention my parents? Such a beautiful bracelet, a women's version, it must belong to my mom! So, if nothing goes wrong, my mom is Brandy? Oh my god, no wonder Melo fell in love with me at first sight. Oh, no, it's not love over time, but that doesn't seem right either. Anyway, no wonder we're so compatible. Is it all because my mom has a code name?

Well, it's not ruled out that the Brandy codename was my father's, and he gave it to my mother just to leave a mark or something...

But I personally prefer that the code name Brandy is my mother's.

Let’s not consider the above for now, the main thing is Gin. If Gin already knew the truth, then when he gave me this bracelet, did he think I would be able to discover it, or did he think I wouldn’t be able to discover it?

Or, did he expect me to ask him if I found out, or did he expect me to remain silent and not notice?

I didn't dare ask.

I admit I'm a bit of a coward. Gin and I have been getting along really well lately, and I'm a bit worried about the consequences of asking this out of the blue.

If it's a good influence...good influence, bad influence, I can't bear it now. As for why...

Or maybe it’s because I, who have always been extremely dependent on Gin, have now unknowingly placed more of my sense of security and belonging on him.

I was afraid that he wouldn't want me, that he'd show his cold side again because of my recklessness. The possibility was slim, but I couldn't afford to take the risk. Gin was right, I was an ungrateful person.

I'm just as afraid... What if Gin really... really ruins his character to the point of losing his mind and really likes me, or even falls in love with me? If it's not as strong as the Black Organization, that's understandable. But what if, one in ten thousand, one in ten million, what if the strength is the same?

Not to mention, I haven't thought about my feelings for Gin, or how much I love him. It's definitely gone beyond the past, but at least for now, I don't dare to tell him seriously that I hate this organization and want to leave.

I had been looking forward to leaving.

So, it’s better to continue with the current state.

I admit that this is an escape, but until the Black Organization's survival is at stake, or until Gin has to choose between me and the Organization, I still don't want to change.

Just as I was disturbed by my chaotic thoughts and trembling unconsciously in Gin's arms, he seemed to sense my uneasiness while he was sleeping.

He tightened his arm around my waist a little, and then, the hand that had been casually resting on my side, raised up and, hazy and instinctive from sleep, gently patted my back.

Look, it looks good now.

I snuggled deeper into his arms, finally unable to resist the sleepiness that invaded me, and fell into a dreamless sleep.

48.

After waiting and waiting, spring is approaching (crossed out), and Binga finally returned home as I had been waiting for.

As soon as we returned to China, Binga, who didn't ask me to pick him up at the airport, didn't even adjust to the jet lag. He pushed open the door of the Polestar bar with the snow falling on his shoulders.

My eyes lit up instantly and I shouted in surprise, "You understand my joy!"

Binga obviously didn't understand. He was stunned for a moment and subconsciously brushed off the snowflakes on his shoulders: "What?"

I smiled till my eyes were wide open, then ran over to him happily and circled around him: "How did you know?"

Binga was even more confused, his brows furrowed slightly. "What are you talking about? Did your vocabulary expand while I was gone?"

"What do you mean by 'vocabulary expansion'? Do you think I'm a computer program you're researching?" I rolled my eyes. "Didn't you sense that I wanted to play snowballs and come along just to play with me?"

Binga also rolled his eyes like me, but I personally felt that he rolled his eyes a little meanly, and it was definitely not because he was denying me.

"I just got off the plane, how do I know you want to have a snowball fight?"

"No matter what, you came to the bar because you missed me, and if you missed me, you have to play snowballs with me." I acted like a spoiled child angrily.

"I heard that Lei often comes here. I want to see what this guy looks like."

Binga, he really made me cry.

I was pretending.

I couldn't help but hold my forehead and smile bitterly: "Then you are disappointed, he is not here today."

Binga sneered: "It seems that he knew I was coming back and hid in advance."

In fact, Lei probably didn’t even know that Binga was coming back today. Never mind, considering that he had finally come back, I didn’t have the heart to undermine his confidence.

Yes, I am such a kind woman.

Facts have proved that good people are rewarded.

Binga touched his nose, coughed softly, and looked out the window at the snow-covered street. "Where are we going to have a snowball fight?"

48.

"Ah ...!" Binga knocked me to the ground once again. I gave up trying to get up and just pawed hard on the snow with my limbs. "Despicable! You actually used physical skills! That's cheating!"

Binga squatted leisurely beside me, looking at my utter disarray with an undisguised smile on his face. "Come on, it was you who asked me to play snowballs with you? I can't just let you hit me with snowballs without fighting back, can I?"

As he spoke, he reached out and flicked the snowflakes that had fallen on my bangs.

I stopped scratching my eyes, blinked my eyelashes which were covered with snowflakes, and looked at him innocently: "Is it not possible?"

Binga suppressed his smile and said, "No."

We stared at each other in the snow for less than a minute, and Binga finally gave in. He sighed, a tone of resignation in his voice, "Alright, I'll let you smash a few to calm down."

"There's another way to calm me down." I still lay on the ground, hooking my index finger at him with a sly smile on my face, "Help me find someone."

Binga raised an eyebrow in surprise. "You still need me to help you check someone? What's Gin doing here?"

There was a hint of anticipation in his tone that he could finally defeat Gin.

"What does this have to do with Gin? Will you help me?" I stared at him.

"Help! Of course!" Binga was immediately filled with energy at the thought of surpassing Gin. "Tell me, who do you want me to help you defeat?"

Me: "...No, brother, can we be more civilized? Do you think I'd let you kill someone?"

You see, we in the Black Organization are so simple and brutal. Investigating people is equivalent to killing them. It is outrageous.

Binga paused, looked me up and down, and looked at me with complicated eyes: "Oh, that's true."

"Hey, hey, hey, what do you mean by that look?" I was about to get angry when I suddenly felt cold all over and shivered. "Hiss, it's so cold all of a sudden. Have you been in the snow for too long?"

Binga's gaze shifted from my face to the two men in black slowly approaching. He smiled maliciously and said slowly, "I don't think so."

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The author has something to say: I just realized that the previous numbering was wrong. Since no one noticed, I secretly changed it, hehe [scatter flowers]

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I tried to reflect on why my eldest brother always appeared in the suspected position of catching an adulterer...

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It was too heartwarming before, today's update... (pointing fingers) [poor][poor][poor]

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