Chapter 66 Chapter 66 "Yes, with me here, no one can...
10.
Gin brought me to the training ground to practice shooting this time because he just came back last week. When he went to the laboratory to pick me up, my performance was terrible. I knew this very well, and Gin just said it.
The good news is that I at least have a little self-protection awareness. I know that if someone suddenly comes to the laboratory, it may be dangerous, so I need to find a gun to protect myself.
Bad news, I don't even know how to turn the safety catch, or I forgot to turn it on.
While I was lying in bed "recovering," I could vaguely hear Gin cursing Vodka outside, asking him what he was thinking for giving me a gun. I also heard Vodka's aggrieved excuse, saying he was worried I'd be in danger by myself, and that he hadn't expected me to not know how to use a gun after all this time.
...Okay, no need to think about it anymore. If this goes on, I don't know whether I should feel sorry for Vodka for being so kind to me and being taught a lesson by Gin, or should I scold Vodka for indirectly mocking me in a roundabout way.
Even though what he said was true.
That's why Gin decided to drag me to the training ground, trying to get me to stand up again. I don't know where he got the confidence from, but he also thought I could light up the shooting skill point.
I can't think that just because I slept with him, I can instantly open up my Ren and Du meridians and become a genius like him, right? If that's the case, I'll have to tell him that martial arts skills are not transmitted through X behavior.
Just because he's awesome doesn't mean I'm awesome too, having slept with him. ...No, of course I'm awesome, having slept with him, but it's not the same kind of awesomeness as that.
In short, after struggling for so long, I didn't fire the gun once, but I still felt that my strength was exhausted and I was hungry, really hungry.
Gin didn't answer me when we were going to eat, so I assumed he meant we could go eat now.
"Where are we going to eat? Here or out?"
There's a cafeteria inside the training grounds. After all, it's common for Black Organization members to spend all day at the training grounds, so there's even a lounge and a dining area. To be fair, the Black Organization's cafeteria is actually quite good, not the typical terrible cafeteria.
Of course, it could also be that, in other cafeterias, if the food isn't good enough, it's just bad. If the chef doesn't cook to your taste, people who eat there will just complain privately. But the Black Organization... well, if they don't cook well, it could be life-threatening. Especially since this is a training ground, if an exhausted member of the organization eats a bad meal...
No one knows better than ourselves what kind of tough guys are inside our Black Organization.
I have also eaten many meals here, and I think the food tastes pretty good. It is not a bad idea to eat here.
But what I want most is for Gin to take me out to eat, and then not come back, just go home directly.
Gin saw through my little thoughts at a glance and ruthlessly shattered my fantasy: "Even if you go out to eat, you must come back and continue training."
"Why?" I was really confused. "Brother, just let me be a decent piece of trash!"
Gin remained cold and ruthless: "No."
"Okay, I really can't do this." I also became stubborn. "Why do you keep asking me to learn how to shoot? Everyone has their strengths and weaknesses. I'm a bartender, isn't it enough for me to learn how to mix drinks?"
Gin's jawline was extremely tense: "Don't think I don't know that you don't want to kill anyone."
Well, now that it's come to that, I quietly backed away from Gin. I stopped sticking close to him and stood three meters away from him. I raised my head and said seriously, "Yes, I just don't want to kill anyone."
It’s not the first day that Gin has known this. He has known it for a long time. Hasn’t he always turned a blind eye to my cowardice, which he thinks is incompetent?
In the past, I definitely wouldn't have dared to confront Gin like this. I would have used all sorts of soft and hard tactics, using all sorts of gags and throaty, nauseatingly cutesy behavior to get him to just say an impatient "Get lost."
But, things are different now.
Humph, now I dare to challenge Gin.
No matter what, the most Gin can do is kiss me until I can’t breathe or can’t get out of bed, what else can he do?
I don't believe he will kill me!
And, just like when we first arrived at the bar, I was frantically testing him, wanting to know where his tolerance for me was. Now, I was also frantically testing, to what extent could Gin, my boyfriend, indulge me?
I stiffened my neck, looking like "beat me if you dare".
There are only two of us in this space now, and the sound insulation of each space in the training ground has always been very good, so that I can only hear my rapid heartbeat and the nervous vibration of my eardrums.
Just at this moment, Gin suddenly laughed.
"You're quite brave at a time like this."
I lowered my eyes to the floor and continued to provoke her recklessly, but my voice was inevitably a little weak: "So what? Isn't it you who spoiled me?"
That's right. When I first joined his team, I had no desire to test him. I just wanted to be cautious and avoid being noticed by Gin. It would be best if he ignored me and treated me as a decoration. I didn't want to be noticed by him and be ordered to do something dangerous by him. My original dream was just to survive.
It was because Gin turned a blind eye to my furtive glances and infatuated looks, and only said that I was disgusted but did not kill me when I couldn't control my tongue and said the cheesy love words were disgusting, that I gradually realized that his tolerance for me seemed unusually high.
This is what allowed me to become more and more presumptuous and presumptuous.
As a peripheral member, I am so brave. On the one hand, it is because I am an orphan born and raised in the Black Organization. The boss and senior executives like Rum also know about my existence and occasionally they will symbolically ask about my life or death. On the other hand...how can it not be because of Gin's spoiled behavior?
Eh, speaking of this—
Gin nodded in agreement and admitted frankly, "That's right."
I immediately looked at him in surprise, and my eyes became clear.
Gin, actually, admitted it?
...I don’t know how many surprises he has in store!
Gin took a step forward.
I subconsciously took a step back.
He took another step forward.
I took another step back timidly.
Gin seemed to have lost his patience. He took two or three steps with his long legs and came in front of me. He grabbed my wrist and pulled me towards him.
"You dare to provoke me, and once I admit it, you get scared again?"
My eyes began to wander uncontrollably, and I said stubbornly, "Am I scared?"
"You know what? You're always like this." Gin looked at me steadily, his other hand expertly clasping my waist, pressing lightly with some hint of meaning...
My legs went weak instantly and I almost couldn't stand.
Satisfied, he reached out to catch me, holding me tightly in his arms, and practically biting my ear as he said, "You may not want to kill, but you cannot help but know how to kill."
I honestly stopped struggling, but I still didn't understand: "W-why?"
"Eiko, you have to learn to protect yourself." Gin rubbed my face, his voice slowed down a bit, with a bit of patience that was almost persuasive, "It's not enough to just run away."
I was confused: "Why should I learn to protect myself? What dangers would I face?"
I'm just an ordinary bartender. Even if I were to gather information for Gin, my life wouldn't be in danger. Who would target me and attack me?
Gin was always extremely cautious and suspicious. He worried about the Polestar Bar being attacked, so I lived on the third floor of the bar as a security guard. Even after moving in with Gin, I would move back in to keep an eye on it when he wasn't in Tokyo. Even though the bar was clearly being monitored by members of the Black Organization, the security factor was actually quite high.
Yes, the bar was also very safe. So when he asked me to move back in while he was away, was it the same reason he asked me to move to the lab last week? Was he worried I might be in danger? The security around the bar couldn't possibly compare to the organization's R&D base, let alone Gin himself.
But, I'm not a code member, and I don't have any special identity...
Oh, come to think of it, I do!
Gin's new girlfriend!
Suddenly, I understood everything.
Just like Gin is very cautious about his own safety and refuses to reveal even biometric information such as saliva and fingerprints, as Gin's girlfriend, although I have just taken office, the Black Organization has already tacitly acknowledged our relationship as lovers. Gin is worried that someone will attack me because of him!
For example, kidnapping me to coerce and bribe him, or killing me directly to make him heartbroken.
Even though the above two things are impossible, Gin will not betray the organization because of me, and Gin will not be heartbroken for me, but who is Gin? He will nip all possible risks in the bud.
The case is solved, that’s what it is!
I nodded in understanding, held Gin's hand, rubbed my cheek against his warm palm, and said softly, "But even if someone wants to attack me, don't I still have you? Big Brother will definitely protect me."
Gin's hand paused for a moment before he whispered, "I won't always be by your side, but I promise nothing will happen to you."
"No, you will." I retorted firmly, even a little arrogantly, "Master Gin is omnipotent, and I won't allow you to lose confidence in yourself."
"You have so much confidence in me?"
"Of course, you're Gin!" I looked up at him with sparkling eyes, and said with great conviction, "Brother, brother, no one can hurt me with you around."
Gin didn't speak immediately, but slowly rubbed my earlobe with his fingertips, and then a kiss slowly fell on the top of my head.
"Yes, no one can hurt you while I'm here."
At that time, I just thought he was repeating my words and accepting my praise and trust.
I didn't know that was his promise to me.
And he did it.
11.
Gin, who was coaxed by me, followed my wishes and planned to take me out for dinner and then go home.
I immediately smiled and hugged his arm, skipping out, but met Vermouth in the aisle.
She was leaning lazily against the cold metal wall, a slender woman's cigarette between her fingers, unlit, simply toying with it leisurely. When she saw us, her all-seeing eyes raised slightly, a playful gleam flowing through them, and her red lips curled into a meaningful arc.
"Leaving now?" Vermouth raised her eyebrows, her eyes scanning between the two of us, finally landing on my hand that was tightly holding Gin's arm.
Oh, yes, Vermouth appeared before and said we would talk later. She must have something to ask Gin.
I tactfully let go of Gin's arm and took a step to the side: "Then you two can talk first?"
"No, I'm not here to look for Gin." Vermouth chuckled and shook her head, her eyes falling on my face, "Eiko, I'm here to look for you."
I was confused and looked up at Gin, but I just missed the extremely brief cold eye contact between him and Vermouth, which contained countless information.
It was Vermouth who spoke up, saying meaningfully, "Ah, Gin, don't look at me like that, as if I'm going to eat Yingzi. I can't bear to lay my hands on the little cutie, puff, I didn't mean to say you meant it."
For a moment, I didn't know what expression I should show, so when Vermouth naturally put her arm around me and half-pulled me away, I instinctively looked back frequently, looking for help at Gin who was still standing there.
“Okay, don’t look at it for now.” Vermouth snapped her fingers in front of me and pointed at the mark on my neck with a smile. “Looks like it worked?”
"Eh? What?"
"Don't think you can hide it from me. It seems that Gin listened to what I said." Vermouth smiled mysteriously, "You two are in a different state today than before. Did our baby get what he wanted?"
"What did you say? What did you say to Big Brother that made him want to sleep with me?"
Oh my god, sister, you are such a good person!
I was wondering why Gin suddenly came to his senses, it turned out to be the magical Vermouth!
I think the way I look at Vermouth now is no different from the way I look at my benefactor.
Vermouth's eyes suddenly became indescribable: "Being slept with by you...Okay, as long as you are happy."
"But, what did you say?"
Mystic Vermouth refused to answer my question. She reached out and pinched my cheek, her voice softer and more alluring, "Little cutie, do me a favor?"
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