Chapter 106 Kill Me 7

Akiyama Kanade calculated the time and released his fingers when the time was right. The silver-haired man below him kept coughing due to lack of oxygen, and his pale face turned slightly red.

Akiyama Kanade's thumb brushed across the corner of the man's eye.

The other person's messy silver hair was like a layer of waves made of moonlight, with the crest of the wave supporting his heavy breathing, and every exhalation caused a shiver on his skin.

"Does it hurt?" Akiyama Kanade gently touched the red mark on the other's neck. He controlled his strength, otherwise the person lying here would have been a corpse.

Gin recovered his breath, and lay on his back on the bed. He glanced at him coldly and said in a hoarse voice, "Shun, don't challenge my bottom line of tolerance for you."

He quickly pulled out the Bolletta from his waist and pointed the chamber at Qiushan Zou's forehead. This time Qiushan Zou was sure that there was a bullet inside.

Akiyama Kanade raised the corners of her lips, and with one hand she pinched her brother's chin and lifted it slightly, "Although I am very happy that my brother wants to kill me... But this is not enough. This alone cannot kill me."

He leaned over and whispered in a hoarse and dark voice: "Brother must love me more before you can kill me."

He licked his dry lips, sniffing Gin wetly like a beast trying to suppress its desire to eat. With his other hand, he firmly pushed Beleta down.

Gin pulled the trigger - strictly speaking, he was not thinking about hurting his brother when he pulled the trigger. It was more like his body's defense mechanism was automatically triggered because he sensed danger.

But regardless, he pulled the trigger.

After realizing this, Gin's eyelashes twitched, and he raised his eyes to look - Kurosawa Shun did not dodge the gunshot from his brother, but the gunshot that almost went off did not hit the vital part, but just brushed past the silver-haired young man physically. Then drops of bright red blood seeped out from his shoulder, soaking a piece of his black clothes.

It was like an unnecessary rain.

Gin felt his palms getting wet, and the cold white moonlight then fell into the deep red bloodstains on his palms.

In Gin's silence, Akiyama Kanade smiled nonchalantly, "Too weak, brother." He announced, "The assassination failed, it's my turn next."

Gin was wearing a white bathrobe with a belt on it. Akiyama Kanade pulled off his belt and tied his hands behind his back - this was a gesture that was highly insulting and showed a desire to conquer.

The slight blush on Gin's face suddenly became more obvious, and Akiyama Kanade reasonably inferred that this time it was because of anger.

"Shun, let go!"

The silver-haired young man rubbed his cheek against Gin's protruding butterfly bone and said in a satisfied tone, "No."

"Brother, isn't it good for you to be alone with me like this?"

Gin gritted his teeth as he heard his brother's tone, which was a mixture of grievance and viciousness, and said, "Let go!"

Akiyama Kanade continued to refuse, "No."

Just kidding, seeing that the other party's anger has begun to materialize, of course you have to keep hitting him hard, lest he calm down and think about it and no longer be angry - Gin has a lot of experience in this regard.

...Would it be better to let the spare body pretend to be a god and sell goods directly?

While Akiyama Kanade was lost in thought, thinking about countermeasures, Gin broke free from the belt that was binding his hands. He rationally gave up on a head-on confrontation and instead suddenly jumped up and covered his brother's mouth and nose with a handkerchief soaked in anesthetic that he had prepared in advance.

Akiyama Kanade smelled the anesthetic. He was being held in his brother's arms in a position similar to an embrace, with one arm around his shoulders, and veins on his forearms bulged from the force.

Perhaps even Gin wasn't sure if this trick would work, as Akiyama Kanade could actually hear his violent heartbeat -

Boom boom boom…

How cute, brother.

The silver-haired young man blinked, then slowly closed his eyes and fell limply into his brother's arms. After a pause, Gin let go of the handkerchief, held his brother with one hand, and touched the painful spot on his neck with the other hand. There was a mirror next to the bed.

There was a circle of red around his neck, and the young man in his arms had a calm expression, looking obedient and cute.

Gin fumbled under his collarbone and pulled out a small pendant in the shape of a moon. His brother also had one hanging around his neck, in the shape of a star.

He remembered that there was another one, the sun, that had been hanging around the neck of that stupid dog.

Gin put his brother on the bed, treated his shoulder injury, covered him with a quilt, then stood in front of the window and lit a cigarette.

In the hazy smoke, the figure on the bed gradually became vague.

He sighed.

...I am increasingly confused about what Shun is thinking.

As the top killer of the Black Organization, Gin knows how to kill a person silently or with all possible means, but to think about what another person is thinking...

That's not in his line of business.

This becomes even more complicated when that person is his younger brother.

He knew something was wrong with his relationship with his brother, but he couldn't figure out what it was.

The cigarette was burned out, Gin threw the butt into the trash can and decided to deal with Shirley first.

When I'm in a bad mood, I always want to kill something.

——"Brother, please kill me."

Gin's face turned even uglier when he heard his brother's whisper. He closed the curtains, made sure there were no gaps, and left the apartment.

He called Vodka and asked him to come pick him up.

Vodka's voice was still filled with sleepiness. "...Brother, it's 1 a.m. now."

Gin sneered, "If you like sleeping so much, I can let you sleep enough for the rest of your life."

Vodka was encouraged and immediately became energetic, "I'll go right over there!"

There was a bird perched on the electric wire outside the bedroom window of the apartment, chirping non-stop. Gin frowned and looked up at it.

Behind the tightly drawn curtains, his increasingly confused brother was sleeping in bed.

Maybe he should really kill him so he wouldn't have to feel these strange emotions again.

There shouldn't be two identical people in the world.

He raised his gun.

The noisy bird fell from the cool white moonlight, its white feathers stained red with blood.

Gin let out a breath, "Too noisy."

Akiyama Kanade opened his eyes and sat up from the bed. He checked the time. It was seven in the morning. The sun was already high in the sky, but the room was still dark.

Gin specially installed multi-layer thick blackout curtains, the material of which is exactly the same as the one Kurosawa Shun used when he was a child and throughout his teenage years.

Akiyama Kanade twirled the curtains with his fingers and opened them suddenly. The black curtain cloth hit the wall all the way, and its tail swayed like waves. He closed his eyes and felt the hot sunlight falling on him.

It's so warm.

It seems to be sunburned.

There was a regular knock at the door, and Akiyama Kanade walked over to open it.

"How is it?"

The man in a suit pushed up his glasses and said, "The Tokiwa Group has agreed to your attendance... Boss, I don't know when you became interested in this."

The silver-haired young man casually lay on the sofa with his long legs crossed. "Interested? I'm not interested at all. It's because of my brother. A woman that my brother cares about seems to be attending the opening ceremony of the twin-tower skyscraper. I'm also curious about what she looks like."

The second room frowned and half of the curtain was pulled up again, and the shadow once again covered the sofa where Akiyama Kanade was lying on his back. The silver-haired young man slightly moved his arm over his eyes and then there was no movement.

"It's really annoying that you don't let me get some sun. That's too much. I'm going to complain to Beauletta."

"If Beauletta knew you wanted to sunbathe, he might move some wood to seal all your windows." Ciwuhuang pushed his glasses again.

Akiyama Kanade: “…”

Damn, there's no way to refute that. That idiot Beauletta is just so unreasonable.

Alas, this is the downside of having too many subordinates.

No freedom.

"Wait, when did you start wearing glasses?" Akiyama Kanade suddenly remembered, took his arm off, and walked around the room curiously.

Tsuguya Akira pushed up his glasses again, with a proud look on his face. "I heard that glasses make people more mature. When you go out to discuss business on behalf of GIN, being more mature will make people more convincing. What do you think, boss?"

Qiu Shan Kan hummed, "Surprisingly, it really suits you very well."

Like Kyushu, Jiya Akira has a small black mole under his left eye, and when he puts on glasses, he has a kind of abstinence-flavored sexiness. Of course, it has nothing to do with maturity.

Akiyama Kanade decides to hide his true feelings from Jiya Akira as punishment for not letting him get any sun.

"Boss, don't you think you are too dependent on Brother?"

"Yes?"

The silver-haired young man's puzzled expression did not seem fake no matter how you looked at it. It seemed that he really did not understand this question, and he choked when he staggered around the room.

Why does the boss, who is no different from a normal person in other aspects, become strange when it comes to issues concerning his brother?

"Don't worry, I know my limits." Akiyama Kanade comforted him casually. Jiya Akira's expression showed that he seemed skeptical about this statement, but he still stopped talking.

"Boss, Black Windbreaker and Beau Letta will accompany you to the Twin Towers this time. I have other things to do."

Akiyama Kanade was a little surprised, "Hasn't the hotel business been taken care of?"

Ciwuhuang pushed up his new glasses, looking as serious as a superhero facing a battle with his old enemy, "The first movie of Kamen Rider is going to be re-screened."

Akiyama Kanade: "...Okay, go ahead."

He paused, "If Kamen Rider and I fell into the water, who would you save?"

Ciwuhuang's face was tangled in pain.

"Forget it, I'm just asking for fun." Akiyama Kanade patted Jiwu Akira's shoulder sympathetically. When he left the apartment, the latter was still thinking about it very hard.

Or next time you should ask him who he would save if Kamen Rider and Ultraman fell into the water.

When they arrived at the Tokiwa Group, they were first greeted by the secretary, Ms. Sawaguchi. The main business of the Tokiwa Group is computer software. The man in the black windbreaker whispered to Akiyama Kanade: "The organization your brother belongs to has also done business with engineers from the Tokiwa Group."

Akiyama Kanade knew that the organization had this kind of business.

Bringing the dead back to life - the organization's ambitions are unimaginable.

He thought for a moment and asked quietly, "Does any engineer know?"

"Hara Jiaming." The man in the black windbreaker answered softly. Akiyama Kanade nodded and whispered something to him.

In the Tokiwa Group's showroom there is a computer that can predict facial expressions ten years from now.

Akiyama Kanade sat in front of the computer for a while. Miss Sawaguchi saw that he seemed very interested. "Do you want to try it?"

It is impossible for Kurosawa Shun to live to ten years later, so Akiyama Kanade is actually quite interested.

Because the secretary had other people to receive, a man in a suit came to take charge of Akiyama Kanade and the others. The man in the black windbreaker glanced at the man and said, "He is Yuan Jiaming."

Akiyama Kanade looked over.

The man looked to be in his thirties, with thick glasses on his nose, and his eyes were almost invisible when he smiled. Although the suit he was wearing was simple in style, an expert could tell at a glance that it was expensive.

"Hello, I guess you are..."

Akiyama Kanade was sure that the other person's pupils contracted for a moment when he saw him for the first time. It was a sign of fear, although he quickly concealed it and greeted Akiyama Kanade as usual.

Akiyama Kanade raised the corners of his lips.

It seems that this person has met his brother.

"Mr. Kurosawa." Akiyama Kanade was not in the mood to scare anyone, so after a brief greeting, he turned his attention back to the prediction machine.

He and Beau Leta sat in the machine together. When the machine started, Akiyama Kanade suddenly had a question -

Can the machine see the soul directly through the pinched face?

The answer is obviously no.

Akiyama Kanade looked at the photo that was handed to him. The silver-haired young man in the photo seemed to be not much different from his current face, except that his hair was longer.

The eyes also appear more gentle because of this.

"You haven't changed much." Hara Yoshiaki seemed weak even when he was being polite, and he tried his best to avoid looking into Akiyama Kanade's eyes.

This guy is so afraid of him, he has either already betrayed the organization or is preparing to betray it.

There is a high possibility that he will be on his brother's assassination list immediately.

Akiyama Kanade glanced at the man in the black windbreaker, and the latter nodded.

Bo Leta also got his own photo. He frowned and looked at it for a long time, then sighed, "Looks so weak."

Black Windbreaker: “…”

He complained: "What can you tell from a photo?"

Beau Leta was not convinced, "The boss's photo looks very strong!" He took out the photo that Akiyama Kanade casually threw to him for comparison.

They both have one nose and two eyes. How did you tell that?

The man in the black windbreaker was too lazy to argue with him, "Okay, okay, you're right."

Beau Leta was angry, "I was right in the beginning. If you don't believe me, ask the boss - boss, what are you looking at?"

The elevator stopped again, and Secretary Sawaguchi returned with Mori and his group.

Akiyama Kanade was leaning against the computer, standing casually.

"Seeing an old friend, I thought maybe I should go say hello?"