Chapter 59 Chapter 59 "Brother, feel my heart and see if it's flustered..."
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Not long after, a new codenamed member was born in the Black Organization.
Kir, Kiel.
"She's quite impressive. She single-handedly caught an undercover agent and even took Veritaserum without revealing any information about the organization." Vodka's tone was filled with undisguised admiration. "She even bit the man's hand, snatched the gun, and killed him. Even the boss admires her."
Hearing that, I immediately scrunched up my face with a grin on my face: "Huh?"
I have to say, even though I already knew this plot, hearing Vodka speak in that tone, I was already in pain, even though I’m afraid of pain and have a very rich imagination. It hurts the truth serum, it hurts the biting of my hand, and it hurts...
In fact, Gere, whose alias is Rena Mizunashi, whose real name is Eikai Hondou, is an undercover agent of the CIA. The undercover agent that Vodka mentioned is Ethan Hondou, who is also an undercover agent of the CIA and the father of Eikai Hondou.
The Black Organization never fully trusts new members and employs various means to monitor them, and Hondou Eikai is no exception. However, she initially fails to notice the organization's transmitter has been placed on her, and by the time she discovers it, it's too late.
To save his daughter's life and clear her of suspicion, allowing her to remain hidden within the Black Organization, Ethan Hondou resorted to a life-for-life tactic: he injected his daughter with Veritaserum, then bit off his own wrist and shot himself. In a complete act, Ethan Hondou even prepared a recording. Because the recording only contained his interrogation, without her responses, any arriving members of the organization would have assumed a rat had captured Rena Mizunashi and was trying to extract intelligence from the Black Organization. However, Rena, despite the Veritaserum injection, remained steadfast, not only refusing to reveal any information about the organization, but ultimately killing the undercover agent.
A new member, a new member who can resist truth serum, a new member who can be restrained and kill the undercover, Rena Mizunashi has won the appreciation of the top leaders of the organization including the boss, and quickly got the code name "Kil".
When I think of the true story, I feel very sad. The father sacrificed his life to save his daughter and for justice...
At the same time, I feel speechless, very speechless. What is the CIA thinking? Letting biological father and daughter go undercover in the same dark organization is also crazy.
Purebreds are sick.
Gin's cold and sinister voice interrupted my thoughts: "It's a pity that we still haven't found out who that rat is."
Of course, four years later, they still hadn't figured it out, otherwise Gil's identity would have been exposed long ago. Not wanting to make Gin continue to ponder whether to investigate further, I asked, "Did she really resist Veritaserum?"
Vodka nodded heavily: "Absolutely true."
"That's amazing." I murmured quietly. Veritaserum or something like that, just thinking about it makes me feel scary. "But does Veritaserum really make people say anything? What does it feel like to be injected?"
Vodka was startled by what I said and quickly calmed me down: "Hey, Yingzi, what are you thinking about? You don't want to experience truth serum, do you?"
"Am I a fool? Why would I want to experience that kind of thing? Besides, I'm not an undercover agent, so I don't have the chance to experience it, right?" I don't know why, but I felt a little flustered. I subconsciously hugged Gin's arm and rubbed my head against him. "Brother, right?"
Gin lowered his head, his long dark green eyes sweeping across my obviously uneasy face. He raised his hand and paused in the air. Finally, he endured and didn't push me away. His voice sank: "What are you thinking about again?"
"That's right, it's all Vodka's fault! I was just curious, and he threatened me!" I immediately took advantage of the situation and started complaining to Gin.
Vodka felt like the sky was falling. The people who wronged him knew best how wronged he was: "How could I threaten you?!"
"Wow, big brother, look~ He's so loud, I'm so scared!" I couldn't hold Gin's arm enough, so I grabbed his other hand and wanted to put it on my chest, "Big brother, can you feel my heart to see if it's nervous~"
Gin's hand suddenly stopped before it touched me. How much strength did I have? How much strength did he have? I gritted my teeth but couldn't resist his strength until he couldn't stand it anymore and said, "Have you had enough?"
"Oh, I remembered I seem to have something else to do... Hey, ah, I'll be there right away!" Everyone could see that Gin was angry. Seeing this, Vodka immediately found a crude excuse and ran away in a pretentious manner.
Left behind, trapped in Gin's arms, unable to escape, I cleared my throat awkwardly, "Ahem, I'm reporting it. Vodka pretended to run away. His phone didn't even light up. No one called him!"
Gin sneered, and his hand, which had been stagnant, finally fell.
Large, warm, and with unquestionable strength, Gin's hand followed my previous guidance and firmly suppressed my pounding heart.
The thin calluses on the palms rubbed against the soft fabric, giving me a strange sensation that made my scalp tingle.
"Panic? What are you panicking about?" He leaned over, a few strands of silver hair falling down, brushing against my burning ears and cheeks, his breath almost completely enveloping me, "Hmm?"
He lowered his eyes, his dark green eyes were bottomless, and he quietly examined every subtle change on my face.
I opened my lips, wanting to speak, but I didn't know what to say, so I could only make a strange sound: "Hmm..."
"Your heart is beating very fast. It seems you are really panicking." Gin's voice contained an indistinct hoarseness. His gaze slowly slid down from my eyes, passed over the wings of my nose where I was breathing nervously, and finally landed on my slightly open lips.
He suddenly let out a very low chuckle.
Then, the hand covering my heart began to knead and squeeze, neither too lightly nor too heavily. Slowly, with a hint of inquiry, it accurately captured the frantic beating of my heart, and...
My mind went blank, my fingertips unconsciously clenched the front of his shirt, and I unconsciously let out a very soft whimper.
His hand paused, and after a few seconds, it moved again.
Through the clothes, the fingertips slowly and forcefully rolled over the bulge on the top, almost in an intimate manner.
A sharp numbing sensation exploded from the place where I was touched, spreading throughout my limbs and bones, causing me to tremble violently and scream briefly.
I wanted to run, but he grabbed the back of my neck, preventing me from retreating.
"It seems that there is a panic here." A smile of understanding and satisfaction appeared on his usually cold mixed-race features. His low and hoarse voice came closer, almost covering my earlobe, and his hot breath penetrated into my cochlea.
The next second, the world was spinning.
He put his arms around my waist and laid me down, his tall body toppling over.
…
The kiss carried the force and predatory quality that was unique to Gin. He closed my lower lip, biting it gently, his tongue prying open my teeth and plunging deep inside, clinging to it.
The hand that had instinctively pushed away his chest gradually lost its strangeness and rested softly on it.
One hand rested on my waist, fingertips stroking the edge of my shirt that was lifted up due to excessive movement.
…
Finally it stopped. I was gasping for breath, my eyes were dazed, my cheeks were flushed, my lips were swollen and numb, my chest was heaving violently, I couldn't utter a word, and I didn't have the strength to cover my slightly trembling body exposed to the air.
The silver-haired man leaned over me, his dark green eyes dark and swirling with emotion, his breathing heavier than usual. His fingertips brushed against the corner of my wet lips, his movements almost tender.
"Are you still panicking?" he asked in a hoarse voice, with a bit of satisfaction and malicious ridicule in his tone.
I looked at him dazedly and subconsciously licked my numb lips, but the tip of my tongue accidentally rubbed against his fingertips.
His eyes suddenly darkened.
...It's over?
At this moment, the cell phone he had placed aside rang at an inopportune moment—no, very opportune moment.
Gin glanced at the incoming call notification, frowned slightly, and the dark color in his eyes faded a little, returning to his official coldness.
He rubbed me punishingly... Feeling me soften under his palm, he bit my swollen lips and said, "Next time you put anything in a man's hand..."
The unanswered phone rang again tirelessly, and Gin finally let go of me and picked up the phone.
I hugged the clothes Gin threw at me and covered myself with them. I only heard his cold voice after he answered the phone:
"explain."
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Vodka seemed to be afraid that my curiosity would kill the cat and I was still thinking about trying the truth serum. The next day, he came in front of me with his mobile phone and started to play magic music in my ears, reciting all the terrible dangers that the truth serum might bring in the same emotionless and unmoved manner as Tang Monk reciting the golden hoop curse.
Oh, it's not really completely emotionless and without ups and downs. When he read out "may cause irreversible brain nerve damage" and "permanent decline in cognitive function", the intonation was particularly obvious. I have good reason to suspect that there was some personal emotion in it.
I crossed my arms in displeasure and squinted at him: "You're reading so enthusiastically."
Vodka pushed up his sunglasses and tried to look serious: "Yingzi, don't let your imagination run wild. I didn't mean to imply anything to you."
"Haha, you'd better not." I sneered, "Besides, I have a good brain and am not interested in truth serum."
"Really? That's good." Vodka was visibly relieved, but then he seemed to remember something and added, "But I heard that the newly improved formula of Veritaserum seems to have basically eliminated the damage to the brain. I heard that the higher-ups were worried that more members of the organization like Kiel would be accidentally injured in the future, so they specifically asked Shirley to focus on adjusting the side effects when refining the Veritaserum."
"Sulli?" I pricked up my ears, accurately catching the key words. "You mean Sulli? She's back home? Wait, that long string of words you just mumbled couldn't have come from Sulli, could it?"
"Yeah, I asked Shirley for it just for you." Vodka even puffed out his chest a bit proudly upon hearing this, then complained with a bit of frustration, "But it's all for you. That girl has such a bad temper. At first, she refused to give it to me, as if talking to me or giving me information would affect her research."
"Maybe they don't like you," I asked curiously. "They have a bad temper? Is it bad for everyone? If it's just you, maybe they just don't like you."
"That's impossible. She's also on bad terms with Big Brother. Could it be that she doesn't like Big Brother? Ah, now that I think about it—" Vodka, who had just seemed to have discovered something, stopped talking abruptly and changed the subject with great tact. "Oh, by the way, Yingzi, don't you know Shirley yet?"
"Yeah, I find it weird, too," I said, turning to look at Gin, who was sitting next to me, polishing Beau Retta's wine. He seemed oblivious to everything, yet also seemed to be taking it all in. I blinked and asked, "Why haven't I seen Shirley before?"
Gin raised his eyelids and immediately understood my eager thoughts: "Want to meet?"
I nodded frantically, my eyes gleaming with anticipation, the only thing missing was a tail wagging wildly behind me.
I went over, pulled Gin's hand that put down the gun, and started to act like a spoiled child: "Brother, brother, I want to meet Shirley. Can you take me to meet Shirley? Please, my good brother! This is my lifelong request~ Brother, brother, listen to me saying thank you, because of you, the four seasons are warm~ Thank you, thank you for being there..."
Gin narrowed his narrow, sharp eyes thoughtfully, looking at my overly excited expression, with a subtle hint of amusement and questioning in his tone: "Are you willing to go to the lab?"
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The author has something to say: I just realized that Kiel appeared a year earlier. It was my mistake. I got the timeline wrong. Let’s just treat it as Yingzi’s butterfly effect TT
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