Tsunayoshi Sawada always felt his nose itchy.
But in front of the contact person whom he met for the first time, even he was more reserved and tried hard to endure and suppress this itchy feeling.
He suddenly remembered what happened earlier, when he had just got in touch with the contact person.
At that time, he had followed Gin all the way from Japan to Russia, and then turned to Europe. He went around in circles along the way, from not knowing what Gin was like at first to roughly knowing that he was in some kind of "test".
Gin, who was injured on his back, sat on the window frame in a rather unruly posture. He bandaged the other person with a bandage. When he raised his head to speak, the other person happened to look at him and slowly exhaled a puff of smoke.
Sawada Tsunayoshi: …
All his complaints turned into complaints about second-hand smoke. He pinched his nose and waved, then tied a cute bow on Gin's bandage.
Gin: ...
The winery boss with long silver hair held his cigarette and sighed worriedly.
Now that I think about it, that was probably the time when Tsukichi Sawada and Gin were closest. Gin, who had committed some crime, was chased all the way and had to do some tasks assigned to him by the boss of the organization. As a result, Tsukichi Sawada also had to run around everywhere, cooperating with Gin's methods, and gradually revealing his true nature.
Originally, Sawada Tsunayoshi was a little worried that his changes would arouse Gin's suspicion.
After all, although he has acting skills that are comparable to those of his tutor, he doesn't seem to have much chance to use them on a daily basis, so he is a little nervous.
Unexpectedly, the killer with long silver hair was not surprised by his change, but thought it was the result of his careful "cultivation".
Sawada Tsunayoshi: …
He recalled the time he had been running around. Although he was being chased by an unknown force, Gin always seemed to have some spare time and was even able to spare the energy to "teach" him.
I personally held his hand and fired at the target of the mission. It was the first time I sniped at the door of an armored off-road vehicle on a deserted road. Looking back now, some of the steps were similar to what Reborn did back then.
It's just that Reborn's goal is only to train him to be a qualified mafia leader. Although his methods are often criticized as Spartan, in the final analysis, it's all for his own good.
But gin is different.
He was like a wild wolf with nothing better to do, snatching a rabbit from the wild into his sphere of influence and trying to teach this herbivorous animal to hunt on its own.
——Although his method might be to throw this weak, pitiful and helpless rabbit directly into the wild beasts.
But it's not a big problem.
After all, the rabbit is not a real rabbit, but a lion covered with white and tender rabbit skin.
After figuring out the other party's purpose, Tsunayoshi Sawada recalled his growth trajectory under Reborn, slowly "woke up", and tried to grow into the person Gin wanted him to be.
But blindly following the other person's ideas is not a good thing either.
Finally, after a certain "teaching", the stupid rabbit finally realized that the reason he entered the wolf's den was because the wolf was chasing the beasts and forcing the beasts to drive him into its sphere of influence.
That was the first time that Sawada Tsunayoshi had a cold war with Gin.
He even pulled out a gun in front of Gin and pointed it at him with a cold expression.
Gin almost laughed out loud at that time.
"What, are you going to point your fangs at me?" The powerful hunter leaned forward slightly, a cold and wild light flashing in his eyes. Compared to the displeasure of a tamed rabbit's rebellion, the man's expression was more of a calm madness.
Sawada Tsunayoshi's expression was also very cold.
Compared to him in Namimachi, he has grown a lot now. Even some code members of some organizations don't have his aura and talent, and they can follow the Top Killer who is being hunted and grow rapidly to help him.
He had seen blood before, and his body was even shaking when he killed someone for the first time.
What Sawada Tsunayoshi didn't know was that when Gin looked at him holding the gun indifferently, he even recalled with some pleasure the first time he killed a prey.
…
That was probably a rare tender moment for Gin - referring to the fact that he chose an already heinous guy as the victim for his rabbit.
But even so, the other person's body was still shaking.
Gin waited a long time, lit a Seven Stars, and told his rabbit that if he didn't shoot before the cigarette burned out, he would keep him here - forever.
Then the brown-furred rabbit trembled and raised his gun.
He leaned against a concrete pillar not far from the rabbit and the prey, staring at each other, admiring the hesitant and painful expression of the brown-haired young man.
But he didn't wait until the whole cigarette was burned out.
The prey wept bitterly as he confessed his past sins, causing his soft-hearted rabbit's hands, which had been steady, to tremble again, like a patient with Parkinson's disease.
Only a rookie like this would be fooled by these evildoers who speak the truth in every word.
Gin felt irritated at that time.
He pressed off the half-remaining Seven Stars, walked around the brown-haired young man from behind, and overlapped his knuckles on the other's grip on the CZ-75.
"Bang--"
Following the sound of a gunshot, Gin smiled with satisfaction.
He turned his head slightly, which was the best angle to observe the painful and ruthless expression on the brown-haired young man's face.
Yes, before he pressed down the opponent's finger, the rabbit bared its steel teeth and bit its prey to death in the wilderness of concrete and steel.
"Good boy." Gin withdrew his hand and gave the compliment nonchalantly.
…
Anyway, strangely, at that moment, Gin suddenly remembered this past event.
——In fact, although it is a thing of the past, it has not been that long, even less than half a year.
But thinking back to the brown-haired young man in his memory, even Gin, who could not remember the faces of important people, subtly felt that the brown-haired young man had changed a lot compared to before.
He rarely thought too much about it and attributed it to his own "cultivation".
Sawada Tsunayoshi had a subtle understanding of his thoughts, or rather, this was the conclusion he reached after his deliberate guidance.
But for both parties, the past that brought him into the organization is still a buried mine. If this matter is not resolved as soon as possible, he will never be able to gain Gin's true trust.
So after completing a deal with an arms dealer in Dubai who wanted to poach him, Tsunayoshi Sawada raised his doubts about the matter to Gin in the name of the other party.
Strangely enough, Gin is actually a guy who disdains lying.
Except for some moments when he plays a prank on the target, after promising to spare his life, when the target is running away, the killer in black will take out his favorite gun from his big pocket and aim it at the miserable figure.
Therefore, in response to his question, Gin admitted it straightforwardly.
"That was indeed my plan." Gin said at that time, "Why, do you want to kill me? Do you want to point your fangs at me?"
Sawada Tsunayoshi looked hesitant.
Although he knew it a long time ago... or he did it on purpose, the "Hell Temple" was unaware of it.
The brown-haired young man closed his eyes in pain. He could have fired the gun with one hand, but now he had to hold the CZ-75 with both hands. It was like the first time he faced the vicious prey. A look of pain appeared on his usually gentle face.
Gin grinned.
Tsunayoshi Sawada fired the shot.
"Skylark... Mr. Skylark?"
A hand waved in front of him, and a worried voice called Sawada Tsunayoshi back from his trance.
He pulled himself out of his memories, raised his eyes, and met the contact person's worried eyes.
"Are you feeling unwell?" The other person leaned over with concern, his beautiful eyes sparkling under the light.
Sawada Tsunayoshi pressed his eyebrows.
"Sorry, I was distracted."
He was about to continue exchanging information, but was stopped by the other party with a frown.
"Since you are tired, let's end this meeting here." Perhaps sensing his serious words, the other party paused and smiled, "Next time I will make sure you agree to let me continue to be your editor."
The black-haired young man blinked and gave him a wink: "Teacher Yu Que~"
Sawada Tsunayoshi sighed.
"I know." He reached out his hand and subconsciously rubbed Mr. Contact's head like he did to Andrea, "You should also pay attention to your own safety."
After saying this he paused.
Forget about Andrea, that kid always likes to act coquettishly... But this is Mr. Contact! Not his adopted child!
But Hagiwara Kenji didn't feel offended.
Rather than feeling offended... the young man subconsciously raised his head and touched his head as he watched his senior stand up and prepare to leave.
"Senior... Hibari-senpai!" He clenched his fists and begged softly, his eyes shining and making Sawada Tsunayoshi feel strangely familiar, "Can you please do that again?!"
And Sawada Tsunayoshi: ...hiss.
Don't call him Senior Skylark!!!
It will give you nightmares!!!
…
…
Nightmares have nothing to do with it.
On the contrary, Tsunayoshi Sawada went to bed very late.
He felt something was wrong.
The last time I couldn’t sleep was in Gin’s safe house, just a few days ago.
Although it was understandable that day, nothing happened today that kept him awake.
After tossing and turning in bed for a long time, a small light bulb lit up in his head and he sat up suddenly.
The Godfather opened the window and looked outside, and he quickly spotted a dodging figure under the street light.
Since the other party had no intention of investigating, he did not pursue the matter, but he finally found out why he could not sleep last time... It turned out that it was not the resentment of Mr. Contact (No).
He thought about it, took out his cell phone and called a number he hadn't contacted for a long time.
A faint ringing sound came from outside the window, and was turned off after two rings.
Sawada Tsunayoshi was almost laughing because of this kid.
Is this the legendary rebellious period?
He thought helplessly and distressedly, and prepared to go downstairs to pour himself a glass of water.
What I didn't expect was that the small light in the living room was on.
When I leaned over to take a look, I saw Lei, who had returned at some unknown time, standing in front of the refrigerator, smuggling a bottle of frozen beer.
The other party heard the noise and turned his head. After seeing him, he obviously relaxed his guard and waved the beer in his hand hesitantly.
"Would you like a drink?"
The young man with long black hair asked.
Sawada Tsunayoshi was silent for a moment, thinking that Lei, squatting like this, looked like a cat.
Thinking of the other bad boy who was wandering outside the door and came from the same house as the one in front of him, he pinched his brows and nodded.
"Give me a glass of ice milk, please."
Rye paused as he was about to give Johnny a can of beer.
He moved his fingers from the pineapple beer to the pineapple milk and stood up to hand it to the other person.
"Here." He recalled the words that Johnny would occasionally emphasize, and paused before making an encouraging sound, "You are still in the growth stage, drink more."
Sawada Tsunayoshi: …
Although this is a phrase he often uses...but why does it sound so annoying when it comes out of Lei's mouth?
But it's better not to beat Whiskey's men.
Sawada Tsunayoshi bit the straw of his pineapple milk, kicked off his slippers, and went to the balcony with Lai.
No sound could be heard outside the window, and I didn't know whether the black cat that had blended into the darkness had returned to its temporary residence.
Tsunayoshi Sawada took possession of a small rattan swing—which he had asked Scotland to buy—and swung on it intermittently.
I haven't seen Lai much recently, so Sawada Tsunayoshi plans to have a heart-to-heart talk with her.
Of course, Lai Yi also wants to spend as much time as possible with his boss, which is what he truly wants both publicly and privately.
So the two of them chatted about all sorts of things until Sawada Tsunayoshi said with a hint of guilt that he seemed to have neglected him recently.
Akai Shuichi paused.
He lowered his eyes, looking a little weaker under the moonlight.
"It's not your fault. I was carrying out other tasks for the organization, so I had less time to return to the safe house and to be with you."
Sawada Tsunayoshi uttered an "eh".
"If it's for the mission." He hesitated, but still shared his experience with his subordinates like a bad student who secretly skipped class, "Just touch the fish a little bit and it looks good enough."
After all, he is the FBI, not a member of the organization... Although he remembered that Lei's number of missions and mission completion rate were much more and higher than those of ordinary organization members.
Akai Shuichi looked up at him, then withdrew his gaze as if he wanted to say something.
"But I joined the organization later than Bourbon and Scotland," he said, looking a little embarrassed. "If it weren't for you, I might still be an ordinary grassroots staff member. So I thought, if I can improve my position in the organization, I can help you more."
Tsunayoshi Sawada: That’s not necessary.
If this was an ordinary member of an organization, he would still think that the other party was a good kid with ambition, but this was Lei Yi, Zhu Xingda, and the FBI whose real name he did not know.
Thinking about Andrea suddenly appearing in front of him and Lei's sudden increase in tasks, Tsunayoshi Sawada felt that some things made sense.
So the FBI is about to take action?
A nerve in the brain was touched.
He heard Lei hesitantly say, "Besides Bourbon and Scotland, there are some rumors about me in the organization..."
Sawada Tsunayoshi kept smiling and stepped out of the stage at the right time.
"gossip?"
Akai Shuichi glanced at him, restraining himself from speaking.
"It's about Martinez..." He tried to figure out Johnny's expression and continued after making sure that this was not a topic that the other party would find offensive. "Boss, are there any similarities between Martinez and me?"
"Huh?" Sawada Tsunayoshi hesitated, not really understanding the other party's question.
Is it similar that they are both FBI? Oh no, is that something that can be said?
But Akai Shuichi didn't really need his reply.
Sawada Tsunayoshi just responded with an interjection, and Akai Shuichi paused and spoke on his own.
"Others in the organization... said I was a substitute for Martinez." He raised his head, his usually calm green eyes flashing, as if he was a little drunk. "Boss, is that how you see me?"
…
Furutani Rei didn't fall asleep.
He was working before going to bed. Although it was not a physical task, collecting and organizing intelligence required more brainpower. As a result, even though the computer was turned off, his brain was still working.
So after tossing and turning in bed for a long time, Fūya Rei went downstairs and prepared to heat a cup of hot milk for herself.
What I didn't expect was that there were other people in the safe house who were not asleep.
As soon as he went downstairs, he saw two people sitting on the balcony late at night. It was a bit scary, but still within his tolerance.
As I got closer, I realized it was Johnny Winger and Lei... No, what were they doing sitting on the balcony at this hour? Looking at the stars and the moon and talking about life?
He doesn't believe it.
So Fūya Rei slowed down his pace and tried to listen around the corner.
Unlike the kitchen, there were no windows on the balcony to block out the sound, so even though he was standing near the refrigerator in the kitchen, he could still hear the sound from the balcony.
Unexpectedly, the two people outside were actually talking about life.
Furuya Rei: ...
fine.
He felt that this kind of boring late-night story had nothing to do with him.
While waiting for the milk to heat up, I couldn't help but look towards the balcony.
The brown-haired young man curled up on the rattan swing, looking like a ball.
So, Furuya Rei inappropriately thought of another Johnny.
It was Johnny who he saw on the day of the wildfire.
Different from the Johnny Winks on ordinary days, the Johnny Winks on the day of the wildfire had a temperament similar to the Johnny Winks under the moonlight in this dark night. It was not dark and evil, but shining and bright as day.
This is another reason why Rei Furuya couldn't sleep.
As soon as he closed his eyes, Johnny Yingjia that day would drive into his mind like a car, rushing around and making him unable to sleep.
As expected, he is a member of an evil organization. He is so annoying even in his dreams.
However, while sleeping, Rei Fūya couldn't help but reach out his hand and wanted to touch the other person.
No, not touching Johnny Earl, Furuya Rei thought vaguely while he was sleeping.
Johnny is not a member of this organization. What he wants to touch is... is...
"Huh? Bourbon?"
As he was lost in thought, a voice brought him back from his thoughts.
Furutani Rei turned around and saw Scotland standing behind him holding a transparent cup.
Coincidentally, the two people on the balcony also heard the sound and turned their heads.
Scotland blinked in confusion.
He looked at the two people on the balcony, then at his friend in front of the refrigerator, and threw away the strange thought that had reappeared in his mind, "Am I here at the wrong time?", and raised the cup with a little hesitation.
"Since everyone is still awake...why not have a drink together?"
…
…
"Gin, how about coming over for a drink with me sometime?"
When the meeting was over, Crow suddenly spoke to Gin.
At once, all the glares of those who had not left were directed at Gin, making it difficult for the organization's killer to suppress his instinctive reaction.
In response to the gentleman's "request", Gin naturally had to lower his head and nod in response.
But it’s not really face-to-face drinking.
In fact, even Gin hasn't met Crow face to face for quite some time.
The last time he stood in front of Crow in person was more than two years ago, when he passed Crow's assessment and Johnny was asked to be his accomplice to kill the boss.
After passing the assessment, he became a member of the organization who was in charge of the movements of the action group. His status was extremely high, and he could also take advantage of the new official's initial work to send Johnny to Italy to expand the territory.
Less than three years had passed in a flash. Things had changed, and he had developed ambitions that he had never had three years ago.
However, in front of the Boss, Gin is still very restrained.
The reason why Crow kept him was still Johnny Winger. After all, he was a suspicious old crow. Although Johnny Winger had been recognized by the top management in theory, there were still many steps to be taken to truly accept him. One of them was to start with him, the guide of Johnny Winger.
——Originally, that’s how it was.
Gin had a cold face and responded to Crow with the same attitude as usual.
But the boss's words almost ruined his plan.
I just saw the crow drinking slowly, still with the same crow head, which gave me a creepy feeling.
After three rounds of drinks, Crow, having heard enough of Gin's evaluation, spoke.
"It seems that you are satisfied with him." Crow said, "But I don't want to ask what qualifications Johnny has as a senior executive."
For a moment, the golden gaze under the pitch-black crow's head seemed to penetrate his body, causing Gin's whole body to enter a state of alert. It was only because of his strong self-control that he did not react in response.
He tilted his head slightly to show that he didn't understand what the leader meant.
Then the crow laughed.
"I mean, as a leader - as my heir, what do you think of Johnny getting?"
Gin's pupils trembled.
He held up the brim of his hat to hide his emotions, but subconsciously recalled the time when he held Johnny's hand and forced him to take the life of the target of the mission.
He remembered that he had casually complimented Johnny on his win.
It's like praising a puppy, a kitten, or a rabbit, any animal, but there's little interest in it.
Johnny let his hands drop, staring at him with his brown eyes, as if there were flames flashing in his eyes.
Gentle and wild.
But if that guy...
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