Chapter 22 I Just Want to Understand My Brother

Gin had to go back to the organization's base first. He notified Vodka to pick him up. JILOISES dropped him off at the agreed location and went back to report.

The two of them didn't say a word during the whole journey.

Gin is not good at extracting information from others, he is good at torturing people until they give him information. But he cannot use this method on his brother's people.

There were not many people in the base. Several junior members in charge of work were scared away when they saw him from a distance. Vodka followed him, watching him closely and not daring to say anything.

On the sofa in the lobby, a beautiful woman with platinum wavy hair was holding a glass of red wine. When she saw him come in, she raised her red lips and said, "Ah, welcome back."

Her apparent identity is American actress Chrissie Wynyard, but secretly she is a member of the Black Organization, Bermode.

"Boss asked me to stay and let you know that you don't have to worry about the FBI. You should go back to Japan first... As for your brother..."

Gin frowned and interrupted, "He has nothing to do with the organization."

Bermode raised his eyebrows in surprise.

Most of the elders in the organization have heard that Gin has a twin brother, but few have seen him. It is said that Gin keeps his brother under strict supervision.

People who don't know the inside story might think that the two people have some deep hatred.

Bermode once thought so too.

How could people like them have any touching family love, especially when it comes to Gin? Just having such an idea is ridiculous.

According to her speculation, Gin kept his brother under his care, most likely to control the risk. There was too much information about the twins, and as a killer in the dark world, he could not afford the risk of his own information being leaked.

It's even surprising that Gin didn't just kill his twins.

As for now.

Vermouth couldn't tell which was more shocking: that Gin actually cared about his younger brother or that his younger brother was suspected to be a "shadow" boss.

"Well, whatever you want." Bermode is a smart man, and smart people never get tangled up in issues that shouldn't be tangled up. "Rather than that, how about a martini before you go back?"

She raised her red wine glass and gestured ambiguously.

Martini, a cocktail made with gin and vermouth.

Sex is indeed an effective way to vent emotions, and Gin did not refuse it.

When he returned to his temporary residence in the United States at night, Bermode followed him. This was a 20-story hotel owned by the organization. The top three floors did not accept customers and were used exclusively for members to rest temporarily.

The platinum-haired woman deliberately changed into a sexy black suspender dress. The silver-haired man blew out a smoke ring, then put it out and threw it into a portable ashtray. He looked around.

Bermode sat on the edge of the bed and lifted her long hair. "I changed my clothes specially for you, but you didn't even look at me. It's so sad."

Gin was in no mood to pay attention to her.

As soon as you enter the door, you can feel a strong sense of being watched.

Noticing Gin's expression, Vermouth also realized something was wrong, "What's wrong?"

Gin walked around her, bent down, and stared at a round plastic decoration on the headboard of the bed.

The sense of voyeurism is stronger.

Vermouth's gun shattered the decorations, and Gin found the broken remains of the miniature camera on the ground.

Bermode's expression turned cold, "Who is it..."

Gin had a metal detector and a radio signal detector brought up. As soon as the two instruments entered the house, they started to buzz one after another as if they had returned home.

The chandelier overhead, the mezzanine in the cabinet, the murals on the wall, the vases on the table, the door handles, the floor covered by the carpet... with a total area of ​​more than 50 square meters, there is truly a surveillance camera every three steps and an eavesdropper every step.

Vermode's expression turned from shock at first to numbness.

"Are you being targeted by wholesale surveillance cameras and wiretaps?"

Her scalp tingled at the thought that she almost had sex with a man in such an environment.

Gin lit a cigarette and remained silent for a long time. Then, as if realizing something, he took down the hat on the coat rack at the door, fumbled inside the hat for a while, and finally pulled out a small eavesdropping device.

Bermode: "..."

She immediately realized that this was a pool of water and quickly said goodbye and left.

Sitting in the car in the parking lot, she rolled down the window, felt the evening breeze, lit a cigarette and calmed herself down.

The silver-haired young man approached from behind and stopped by the window. He supported the roof of the car with one hand, leaned down slightly, and tilted his head. The strange lights of New York at night rippled on his snow-white face like a breathing monster that had awakened.

"Good evening, Ms. Big Star."

He was followed by a dark-haired waiter.

After taking a quick glance last time, this time Vermouth looked carefully at Gin's twin brothers.

Judging from their facial features, the two men are indeed very similar, except that the younger brother is whiter and the green of his eyes is not as dark, but clearer.

But even if you put the two together, no one would mistake them. It's not the difference in the length of their hair, but their temperament.

Gin is sinister and cold-blooded, but his brother appears to be just an ordinary young man with an overly delicate look, who even smiles when talking to people.

Of course, only on the surface.

Bermode felt a similar feeling in this man as in the organization's artificial weapon, Cherry Brandy - a kind of naive cruelty.

"Good evening." After all, the other party had just saved her life, and was also someone the boss had ordered her to have a good relationship with, so Vermouth replied politely.

At the same time, he was quickly thinking about what he wanted to do.

The eavesdropping devices and surveillance cameras in Gin's room were of course installed by Akiyama Kanade. The eavesdropping devices and surveillance cameras he used were all products developed by the research institute under "Shadow". The latest model can be compressed to the smallest size, which is very suitable for doing this kind of thing.

He had been planning this when Kurosawa Jin was first pressed onto the treatment table.

He didn't bring many people to the United States, and the personal guards were responsible for guarding the clinic, so he had to control the reserve personnel himself. It took them two or three days to find Gin's residence.

Then he installed all the eavesdropping devices and micro surveillance cameras he had brought with him into the machine.

I'm not afraid that Gin will find out, I'm just afraid that he won't find out.

If he can't discover it, how can he know how much his brother loves him?

Akiyama Kanade left the subsequent equipment adjustment matters to Jiya Akira.

Jiwu Akira saw a long list of surveillance requests and said seriously, "Boss, are we going to take any important action?"

With so much surveillance and wiretapping, I'm afraid many important people will be involved...Politicians? Police? Or the FBI?

"Ah?" Akiyama Kanade waved her hands. "It's not that troublesome. They are all monitoring one person. Just find a computer that runs more smoothly to help me keep an eye on it."

A person who wants to activate such a high-level surveillance and monitoring must be a very important person, right?

"Oh, by the way," Akiyama Kanade remembered something, "If you encounter special circumstances, don't read it, notify me, or save it and read it when I have time."

"Special circumstances?"

Are you talking about private transactions or secret plots?

Akiyama smiled.

"When he changes clothes, takes a shower, or goes to the bathroom."

Jiwu Akira: “…”

He struggled to find his voice with his excellent professionalism, "Boss, may I ask who is the person being monitored?"

"My brother." The silver-haired young man's cheerful tone was full of pride.

"But don't worry. Brother will stay in the clinic to recuperate for the next two days. We will start monitoring when he returns. You just need to make preparations in advance."

Tsuguya Akira: "...Yes."

That was the first time that Akira Jiya felt an emotion called sympathy for his boss's brother.

Gin's hat also had a bug, so his conversation with Vermouth was overheard by Ciwu Huang in the organization's base. However, he didn't understand the meaning of mixing a martini. At that time, the boss was playing poker with the guards, and he lost three games in a row. His face was covered with notes, and he was pouting and making trouble.

At night, I heard the woman followed the boss' brother back to the hotel. I felt strange and thought this should be the special situation that the boss mentioned.

After listening to his report, the boss picked up the computer excitedly, but soon he lowered his head and said, "…it was discovered."

Soon he raised his head again, his eyes sparkling, "You discovered my eavesdropping and surveillance on the first day, isn't brother amazing!"

Tsuguya Akira: "...Yes."

Akiyama Kanade deliberately moved his residence to a hotel near his brother.

He flipped through the physical report that he had given Kurosawa Jin after a full-body checkup and sighed dejectedly.

"What a shame. I thought I could add the information this time."

The next room tilted its head and took a look.

The page of the physical report that was unfolded was blank, with the title reading: Sexual Life and Sexual Behavior Ability Survey.

"I got it! Let's just go ask the person himself!" Akiyama Kanade suddenly tapped his palm and said excitedly.

As a dutiful attendant, Jiya Akira of course had to go along.

Akiyama Kanade held the bicycle frame and greeted Vermouth in a friendly manner before getting straight to the point. For the sake of ceremony, he took out a pair of glasses from his pocket and put them on, then took out a notebook and opened a ballpoint pen.

"Ms. Wynyard, are you my brother's ideal type?"

"How long can my brother last at a time?"

"Where is his sensitive spot?"

"What positions does he like? Traditional or exciting?"

“Can he use props?”

Bermode's brain went blank for a moment, and his thoughts became confused.

Where did this pervert come from?

At this moment, she subtly understood Gin's subtle expression before he came out.

Vermouth was a woman who had seen many storms and waves. She quickly adjusted herself and smiled, "I'm sorry, we haven't tried it for a long time, I can't remember it."

Akiyama Kanade expressed his understanding. He put away his notebook and pushed the frame of his glasses. "It's okay. Next time I can observe the test directly and record the most authentic first-hand data."

Bermode: “?”

She won't sleep with Gin anymore during this time.

"If you want to know, you can try it yourself. The data will be more accurate." Bermode kindly suggested, "I have something else to do. See you next time, Mr. Brother."

The platinum-haired woman smiled slightly and walked away.

As expected of Vermouth, she can even say such things.

Akiyama Kanade originally thought that the brother she created was already perverted enough, but she didn't expect that Vermouth could be even more perverted. It was a pity that she could come up with such a suggestion as sleeping with her own brother.

Where is the morality? Where is the bottom line? Where is the room and rope prepared for him?

Although it is best to act out the whole thing, he really doesn't want to make such a big sacrifice, so Akiyama Kanade shifted his gaze to the next room.

His subordinate, who was highly competent, remained calm and said, "I'm very sorry, but this is beyond my competence."

Akiyama Kanade withdrew his gaze.

Well, how could he be so devilish?

Akiyama Kanade looked up from a high building in the night sky and saw a bright moon hanging high above the neon lights.

The light in the window on the 20th floor was dark.

He felt as if eyes were tracing his outline through the darkness.

Akiyama Kanade took out her cell phone and dialed her brother's number. The call rang twice before it was picked up.

The other party's soft breathing could be heard through the receiver.

It's like tracing the ear bone right next to the ear.

The New York nights are too bright.

But it was not bright enough for them to see each other clearly.

Hidden in the vast tide of light is a breathing night.

He said softly into the receiver, as if begging, "Brother, I miss you so much. Please don't reject me from getting closer to you, okay?"