Chapter 36 Chapter 36 (Including 2k nutrient solution supplement) Sister...
101.
But soon, I gave up this guess.
Shuichi Akai was the man the FBI would later assign to the Black Organization. Under normal circumstances, as the FBI's top investigator, he would be assigned to this mission alongside Kamal. However, if the FBI discovered that the illegal organization collaborating with local organizations was the Black Organization, they would likely not allow Shuichi Akai to appear.
If a member of the Black Organization remembered his face - even if it was just a vague impression, or if they felt that he looked familiar on some occasion in the future, it might lead to the complete failure of the entire undercover plan, or even endanger his life.
The FBI simply cannot afford to take this kind of risk.
When I think about having to wait another long year before I can see the legendary "Silver Bullet" with my own eyes, I feel like there is a kitten's claws scratching my heart, making me feel particularly anxious.
Wuuuuuuuu, the appearance level of the new recruits recruited by the Black Organization recently has dropped drastically. I am in urgent need of fresh, high-quality handsome guys!
And while Akai Shuichi may seem aloof, he's actually quite the flirt, with a uniquely dry sense of humor. I'm really looking forward to seeing how he'll respond to my corny love talk.
No matter what, it has a unique flavor!
When I think of Shuichi Akai, my thoughts inevitably drift to another important person in his life, I mean Akemi Miyano, and then I inevitably think of her sister, the genius scientist of the Black Organization, Shiho Miyano, also known as Shirley.
Speaking of which, the Miyano sisters and I were orphans raised by the Black Organization. But strangely, I've never met them! Kaimon Eiko is only a few years older than Miyano Akemi, so they should have grown up together.
Could it be that Kaimen Yingzi is really a loser, so loser that she is not worthy of having contact with the second generation of scientific researchers in the organization, so as not to infect them with her worthless IQ?
That shouldn’t be the case. There are many scientific research talents among those I grew up with.
My only understanding of this is that it's because of the different identities of my parents? It's that damn Black Organization theory of bloodline supremacy again. My parents are pure-blooded members of the Black Organization, while the Miyano sisters' parents are scientists who were recruited later.
Plus, my parents probably died while carrying out the organization's mission, so they can be considered to have sacrificed their lives heroically for the Black Organization, while the Miyano couple's death is full of doubts...
In short, before we became adults, the life trajectories of the Miyano sisters and I were like parallel lines that never intersected.
After I became an adult, I was assigned to work at the bar. Thanks to her sister, Akemi Miyano was able to live a relatively ordinary life under the organization's strict supervision, so she naturally wouldn't set foot in the Polestar Bar, the organization's de facto base. After all, people here either came to hold secret meetings or to drink for free to relieve stress.
As for Miyano Shiho, she has always been arranged to study in the United States. She has been living in the United States since she was a little kid until now. Although she returns to Japan several times a year, I have never seen her come here. She also has no reason to come here. Ahem, she is still a minor.
So, this results in the situation that even though I should be the first to see the moon because I am close to the water, I have never seen our Ai-chan even once!
This time I came to the United States, and I don’t know... Oh, there is no hope at all.
Is it common knowledge in some sense? Vermouth and the Miyano sisters don't have a good relationship at all.
I was brought to the United States by Vermouth. All day long I was either stuck with Vermouth or being arranged by her to prepare for cooperation. Not to mention that she wouldn't introduce me to Shirley, I didn't even have a chance to sneak away.
Also, I don't have Shirley's contact information unless I send her an email using the Black Organization's email address.
I really hate her from the Black Organization... No, just thinking about it makes me feel that my initial favorable impression of her will be greatly reduced.
102.
The crew added a scene on the streets of New York City at the last minute, but fortunately it only took one morning to shoot and they would be back in Los Angeles the next day.
The instant coffee provided by the crew was bitter and astringent, completely unsuitable for my taste. Watching Vermouth absorbed in discussing script details with the director, I whispered a greeting to her agent on the set, then followed the navigation on my phone and headed out into the busy streets, searching for a shop rumored to be owned by someone from Hong Kong.
The process of finding it was quite difficult, but fortunately the Chinese sign was easy to recognize, so I got in smoothly. However, due to the character setting and the translator with recording function that I carried with me, I still had to use gestures and mobile phone software to translate, and successfully ordered a cup of silk stocking milk tea and an egg waffle.
I had a lot of stuff. With a scalding cup of milk tea in one hand and a paper bag of egg waffles in the other, I had no choice but to stuff my phone into my open tote bag.
I couldn't wait to take a sip of the milk tea.
Yes! That’s the taste! Delicious! I squinted my eyes in satisfaction and prepared to go back and buy some more to bring back for Vermouth and the others to try.
Then, the accident happened.
First, I felt someone bump into me from behind, neither too hard nor too light. The force was just right, like an unintentional mistake in a crowded crowd.
Immediately afterwards, a tall and straight figure strode forward as swiftly as a cheetah, and accurately used his strong arms to block the path of the figure that tried to pass by me.
"Girl, you seem to have dropped something."
His voice was low and clear, and he was talking to me, but his eyes were as sharp as an eagle, fixed firmly on the man in a hoodie with flashing eyes who was stopped by him. His powerful aura instantly made the noisy background sound around him seem to drop in decibels.
Although, the voice is so sweet, especially the word "girl", it's so sweet that it makes my heart numb.
The man who was stopped was obviously panicked. He subconsciously threw something to the ground, then suddenly turned around, squeezed into the crowd and disappeared.
The man blocking him bent down and picked up the things on the ground with a swift movement. Then he walked over to me, who was still a little confused, and handed them to me calmly: "Your things. Please be careful with your belongings next time you are in a crowded place."
Only then did I react. I hurriedly stuffed the milk tea and egg waffles into one hand, and took the things he handed to me in a daze, only to find that my phone had been stolen and now it has been returned to its owner.
I subconsciously lowered my head to check if there were any bumps or scratches, breathed a sigh of relief, and quickly began to express my gratitude.
"Thank you! I really..." I was halfway through saying thank you when I subconsciously raised my head. When my eyes met the other person's deep dark green eyes, I completely froze and the rest of the words were stuck in my throat.
The man before him had long, flowing black hair, a few wisps of it falling down around his hard-lined face. Despite the summer weather, he still wore his signature black knitted hat, and his figure stood tall and straight like a pine tree.
It’s… Shuichi Akai!
"Ah, ah!" Realizing I'd been staring at him for too long, I quickly thanked him. "Thank you, thank you!"
"Japanese? Are you Japanese?" Akai Shuichi keenly caught my words, his eyebrows raised slightly, and then he switched to fluent Japanese and repeated the warning: "Please be careful next time."
That's really considerate.
"If you find your phone is lost, you can contact the nearest police station or go to a phone booth to call the police for help." He added, his eyes scanning my slightly embarrassed expression with a hint of insight, "You should... not be completely unaware of English, right?"
The tone is declarative rather than interrogative.
What an amazing insight! I don't know how he saw it. You know, I pretended that I only knew the 26 letters of the English alphabet, but the teachers all believed me.
I quickly suppressed my surprise and forced a natural smile. "Just a little bit. I have translation software to help."
"Yeah," Akai Shuichi didn't seem surprised and nodded calmly, "Nowadays, technology is advanced and translation software is indeed convenient."
He didn't say anything else, just reminded me again to be careful, then turned around, and his tall and straight figure quickly blended into the bustling crowd.
I stared at his receding figure in a daze. Just as I was about to put my hand on my pounding heart, I suddenly heard my cell phone ringing.
It was Gin's voice, commanding: "Turn around, three o'clock."
I didn't understand, but I instinctively looked over.
My gaze passed over the surging crowds and parked cars, landing on the thick shadows cast between two tall buildings across the street. A man wearing a familiar black trench coat, his long silver hair still striking against the shadows, stood there quietly, holding up his phone.
The shadow of his hat brim obscured the upper half of his face, revealing only his thin, tightly pursed lips and a hard, cold jaw. His gaze, like an icy probe, penetrated the distance and locked onto me with precision.
103.
The heavy windows largely blocked out the clamor of the street. Akai Shuichi climbed into the driver's seat of a parked SUV, but didn't start the car immediately. His slender fingers rested on the steering wheel, tapping thoughtfully, his eyes fixed on the endless stream of people outside the car window, as if trying to catch a fleeting figure.
Judy Stelling, who was sitting in the passenger seat, looked at him puzzledly, keenly aware of his unusual silence: "Xiu? What's wrong?"
Akai Shuichi looked away and paused, as if weighing his words. "Just now on the street... I met a strange young girl." He ultimately shook his head, not pursuing the topic further. "Maybe it was an illusion."
Compared to the Japanese girl who made him subconsciously feel a sense of disharmony when they first met, the other figure that he caught a glimpse of in the chaotic crowd and caught in the depths of his sight emerged more clearly in his mind.
Gin.
It seems that the Black Organization is determined to succeed in this cooperation with the local gang... and is even willing to let this person show up in person to take charge.
This realization made Shuichi Akai's eyes sharper and deeper.
104.
I swear, I never thought that Gin would actually come to the United States!
Even though I knew that his coming here was definitely arranged by the Black Organization, and if nothing unexpected happened it would be related to the cooperation that has not yet been formalized, it did not stop me from excitedly crossing the road and rushing over.
Gin was still wearing his standard black windbreaker, which made it easier for me. I skillfully opened his clothes and put my hands inside to wrap around his waist.
He still looks the same as when he goes out on a mission, wearing a bulletproof vest inside, which doesn't feel very good and separates his real body temperature and beautiful muscle lines.
I buried my face in him and groaned, "It's not easy to hold."
A clear, impatient "tsk" sound came from above my head.
A large, calloused hand rubbed my hair hard, its force carrying a hint of punishment: "Don't be greedy."
His voice was low, and the vibrations that passed through his chest were clearly transmitted to my eardrums.
I understand. What he means is that it's already good enough that he lets me hug him. In the past, if I rushed over like this, he would usually press his hand on my forehead to prevent me from getting close.
That is, after that... plus we haven't seen each other for so long...
Oh, it’s been a long time since we last met.
Suddenly, Rum's sly words "A short separation is better than a new marriage" rang in my ears. It's true that I haven't really been newly married, but it has been a month since we last met. I really miss Gin.
Don't be shy. Food, sex and human nature are all part of human nature. As for gin, I don't believe there is anyone who doesn't want it.
Well, I thought about it, and I don’t know if Gin has it, hmm—
I'm sorry, I do have some doubts, uh, although it's not right, but, uh... you know.
She raised her face and looked up into the deep dark green pools of his eyes hidden under the shadow of his hat brim. A smile involuntarily spread across her lips, and her chestnut almond eyes were filled with undisguised anticipation and a sparkling brilliance: "Brother... did you miss me?"
The corners of Gin's lips slowly curled upwards into an icy arc. There was no warmth in that smile, only a hint of usual mockery.
My heart sank instantly, and the smile on my lips drooped, like a flower wilted by frost.
Humph, I knew it...this cold-blooded and heartless guy!
Gin suddenly bent down, and the hand that was originally pressing on the back of my head suddenly slid down and held my cheek with irresistible force.
Before I could even exclaim, a pair of slightly cool, thin lips with a faint scent of tobacco pressed down on me precisely and without a doubt.
Such a comfortable kiss.
It was a tentative touch at first, like a cold snowflake falling on the lips, with cautious confirmation.
Then, the cool softness began to grind gently, with an unmistakable, almost cherishing patience. He held my lower lip, sucking slowly, with a gentle but firm force, as if he was tasting some rare dessert.
The tip of the tongue swept across the lips, bringing with it a burning wetness, gently knocking open the teeth and driving straight in. There was no violent storm, only lingering exploration and entanglement, and every subtle movement was accompanied by a heart-pounding, slow and measured sense of control.
His scent invaded me forcefully. The slightly bitter taste of tobacco, his uniquely cold scent, blended with the sweet, greasy aroma of silk stocking milk tea lingering on my lips, creating a dizzying, complex flavor that instantly stripped me of all my senses. The world spun and blurred, leaving only the suffocating, gentle invasion between my lips and teeth.
My mind went blank, and all the blood rushed to the place where he had grabbed me. I could only passively endure it, feeling the trembling and burning brought by every inch of friction between my lips and tongue.
Too immersive...
So much so that I didn't even notice that he was straightening up very slowly and deliberately.
My body's instinct made me subconsciously follow the warmth and supporting strength on his lips. My hands had already climbed up his neck without me knowing when, like vines chasing the sun. I was almost hanging on him, with only my toes barely supporting a little bit of the ground.
A very light, low chuckle, with clear pleasure and a hint of malicious ridicule, overflowed from his tightly pressed lips, and his warm breath brushed over my lips that were kissed hot.
My shame and anger instantly exploded, like a cat whose tail was stepped on. I suddenly opened my hazy eyes and met his dark green pupils so close to me.
Gin's eyes clearly reflected my embarrassed and obsessed look at the moment, with a hint of triumph and mockery!
I bit his lower lip with my teeth in revenge, neither too hard nor too light, and mumbled an accusation between his lips: "Um... don't... let me go..."
In response, I felt a sudden tightening of force around my waist. I didn't know when he had wrapped his arms around my waist, and with a sudden force, he lifted me off the ground.
My legs subconsciously wrapped around his muscular waist, and the next second, my back slammed into the cold, hard wall.
The coolness penetrated the skin through the thin clothes, forming a sharp contrast with his scorching body temperature in front of me.
His tall body approached with an absolute sense of oppression, trapping me firmly in the narrow space between the wall and him, leaving no chance for escape.
The exclamation was completely blocked in her throat, and this time he kissed her hard.
It was no longer a gentle grinding, but an almost tearing bite, with punitive force and a completely ignited, primitive and ferocious possessive desire.
The entanglement of lips and tongues carried a sense of punishment, and the sucking and biting force almost suffocated me.
The air was completely deprived, and the feeling of suffocation, along with an overwhelming pleasure, surged in. His cold silver hair fell and tangled with mine, forming an isolated, oppressive, and small space.
The rough wall, the hot chest and the kiss, the stimulation of ice and fire made me feel weak all over, my brain went blank, and I could only sink in the whirlpool he created.
...Sister might die this time.
105.
The person who saved my life in the end was Vermouth, who hadn't seen me come back from filming. She thought I was lost on the street, so she followed the location of the translator to find me. What she saw was a scene of us having sex in broad daylight (?), no, it was a scene of us kissing passionately in the corner of the street (not really in the street), and the protagonists were Gin and I.
A blonde beauty wearing large sunglasses leaned lazily against the opposite wall, a slender woman's cigarette between her fingers. The smoke curled up, blurring the mischievous smile on her lips. She coughed softly, breaking the heated atmosphere. "Ahem, let me tell you."
Her gaze was fixed squarely on the man who narrowed his eyes dangerously even at the sound of footsteps, and who finally stopped his predatory actions until she spoke.
One of Gin's big hands still held the brown-haired girl in his arms - that is, me - tightly, and he seemed to be very possessive.
The teasing on Vermouth's face was almost overflowing: "Are you so... impatient?"
Gin's cold eyes shot over to me unhappily, and he pressed his fingers through my hair, with a hint of tenderness.
I shifted uncomfortably while being held captive, my voice as thin as a mosquito's, a hint of surviving sobs: "I want to get off."
Gin then let me go.
How should I put it, the feeling of landing on the ground again is really comfortable TT
It was so scary. It was really scary just now. I almost thought I was going to be the first member of the Black Organization to be killed by someone. That would be too embarrassing!
Vermouth's gaze wandered over my face with interest, from the corners of my red, tearful, wet eyes to my burning cheeks, finally settling on my slightly swollen, still watery lips. She smacked her lips, painted with bright lipstick, and said in a half-hearted, half-serious tone, "Tsk, tsk, tsk, Gin, you're really bullying our Yingzi."
Benefactor, I nodded frantically, the villain in my heart bursting into tears. That's it, too bullying! Very bad!
Gin's oppressive gaze immediately fell back on me. The sting of that look made the hairs on my body stand on end, and my will to survive instantly overwhelmed. I quickly shook my head like a rattle.
A low, almost joyful hum rolled out of Gin's throat.
My whole face was wrinkled, but I could only helplessly let Gin hold my shoulders with one hand, and I couldn't even run to Vermouth.
I take it back, I don't want it at all! Gin!
Just thinking about the bad taste of him bending over and then standing up again makes me so angry that my teeth are itching!
But apparently, my itchy teeth mean nothing.
Vermouth said she felt sorry for me, but in reality, she had no intention of diving into the tiger's abyss to rescue me. Seeing that Gin had no intention of letting go, she simply raised her eyebrows gracefully and said, "Then let Yingzi take you to the hotel. I'll come find you when I'm done."
Obviously, the "you" here includes vodka, who did not show up but must have come to the United States.
Vermouth turned and left leisurely. Before I could see her figure completely disappear, my chin was pinched by two cold and powerful fingers and forced back.
Gin looked down at me steadily, his dark green pupils were bottomless, and the corners of his mouth curled up dangerously: "Can't bear to leave?"
I was very tactful and changed my attitude according to the situation. What I said sounded like the truth, and it was true. I was still thinking about him before he showed up.
"I'm sure I still miss you, big brother. Big brother, I really miss you——"
No, why are you still kissing me! Do you really want to kiss me to death!?
106.
When we met Vodka in the car, I hung my head and wore a mask humbly.
Vodka still cared about me: "Did Yingzi catch a cold in America?"
"I, ah, you, ah." I took several deep breaths and finally said, "It's better if you don't know."
Vodka went to see Gin without thinking, but Gin chuckled meaningfully: "Don't mind her, she just likes playing these games."
Wow, I'm really impressed. What do you mean I just like to play these games? If Gin hadn't wanted to save face and didn't want Vodka to know that he could actually do this to me, would I have done this?
I would like to let Vodka see what Gin has done, so that the filter of Gin in his mind will be broken.
I snorted, said nothing, and remained angry all the way.
But this anger turned into gloating after arriving at the hotel.
Something went wrong. The Black Organization forgot to book a hotel for Gin and Vodka in advance, and as it happens, this hotel is closed today——
Full! Room!
Going to sleep on the streets!!
Hahahahahaha Gin, you have come to this day too!!!
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The author has something to say: I'm thinking of changing my name. My current options include going crazy to save my life in the Black Organization and licking my boss's boots after my rebirth at the distillery. Compared to the current situation where Gin insists I'm responsible, well, what do you all think... or are there any kind-hearted people with suggestions? I really don't know how to come up with names! Everyone who participates in the discussion will get a bonus—until I decide on a new name.
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Nutrient solution: 2-1=1
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