Chapter 82
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【Memory Supplement 2】
Ten years ago.
Kurosawa Jin's first mission after getting the code name was to be assigned by his superiors to provide personal protection for a person.
The white hair and red eyes are out of tune with the surroundings, pale and eerie, like a vampire who cannot face the light.
This person, whom Kurosawa Jin is responsible for protecting, calls himself "Vin".
When Kurosawa Jin walked in, the blonde woman who was putting lipstick on her face in the room raised her eyebrows in surprise.
There should be no one in the organization who doesn't know her. She is a popular Hollywood star, a favorite in front of the boss, codenamed Belmode.
Gin, who was not even twenty years old, was even more taciturn than the feared Top Killer in the future. He stood in the middle of the room without saying a word, exuding a murderous aura that kept no strangers away.
His mission is to become a sharp knife. The weapon only needs to cut the enemy's neck at the critical moment. There is no need to waste words.
His eyes passed over the blonde woman and then stayed on the target of the mission. The latter was holding a book without a cover and flipped through a few pages as if she didn't notice him coming in.
Bermode closed the mirror and asked casually, "Didn't the gentleman give you several candidates? Why did he choose a new person?"
Her attitude was nonchalant and she had no intention of avoiding the other person who was mentioned.
Kurosawa Jinke was hiding in the corner dutifully. Upon hearing this, his brows wrinkled slightly, barely perceptible.
He had vaguely heard that among the candidates like him, most were experienced assassins in the action team. Among the many serial bombings and murders that shocked the world, the resume of Kurosawa Jin, who had just been given a code name, seemed out of place and shabby.
...He also wanted to know why he was chosen.
Perhaps there was still some nervousness in his heart that he was not aware of, and there was a slight ripple in Kurosawa Jin's eyes.
He heard Vin's leisurely tone: "Nothing special, if you have to say it..."
"——Maybe because he is the most incompetent one."
Kurosawa Jin clenched his palms suddenly, his nails digging into the flesh.
--
Sooner or later he would have to pay for his words - Kurosawa thought, but the scene of him paying the price seemed a little wrong, and it was a little too early.
The overhead light was shattered by a bullet shot from the window, and the vision fell into darkness the next second. Kurosawa Jin reacted quickly, grabbed the young man who was still in a daze for some reason, and the two of them rolled to the ground together.
It was now after midnight, and we were on the top floor of a booked hotel. Originally, all information was supposed to be kept confidential, but no one knew where the news had been leaked, and an enemy sniper had been stationed nearby.
The gunshots continued, glass shattered, exquisite and expensive mahogany furniture was shattered all over the floor, bullets penetrated the wooden boards leaving charred streaks, cold wind and the pungent smell of gunpowder penetrated the nose together, and one could tell what a terrible state the room was in without even looking.
Kurosawa Jin cursed the useless intelligence team secretly. He bent under the bed, groping for the gun case with one hand and grabbing Vin's head fiercely with the other hand - he had not forgotten his mission.
But a pair of hands was one step faster than him, and Vin grabbed his back tightly like a drowning man grabbing a piece of driftwood. Kurosawa Jin's long hair was scattered because of the violent movement just now, and some strands were held tightly together with the fabric by the trembling hands.
A not-so-slight but negligible stinging pain came, and Kurosawa frowned.
...Just this, you're so scared?
The dark adaptation period has passed, and the dim moonlight shines through the broken French windows, vaguely showing the mess on all sides. Kurosawa Jin feels annoyed, and forcefully pries Vin's hand away to take the gun case.
But Vin didn't seem to follow his train of thought. He still held his clothes tightly, his eyelashes trembling, and his deep red eyes were blank.
The moment their eyes met, Kurosawa Jin suddenly understood something.
He had heard of this disease, which makes it difficult to see at night or in dimly lit places.
He felt it was strange, yet also somewhat believable. So Kurosawa paused, took off his coat, and threw it over Vin's head.
He quickly assembled his sniper rifle and followed the path he had just noted, and soon found the enemy's traces.
The 600-yard shooting range was a big challenge for the young and energetic killer, but Kurosawa Jin was very vengeful. He sneered and fired the sniper rifle as if it were a machine gun to vent his pent-up anger.
It didn't take long to clear out the enemies. Kurosawa Jin walked to the bedside, stepping on the glass fragments on the ground. Vin had regained his composure, but he was still holding his black coat in his hand.
"Three snipers, notify the logistics team to deal with the bodies."
"We've been exposed here," Kurosawa Jin said simply, "Where should we go next?"
Vin seemed to be immersed in his own world. He looked in the direction of the sound, his unfocused eyes were empty, and he asked:
"What do you smell like?"
Kurosawa Jin: “?”
Without waiting for his answer, Vin lowered his head again and sniffed the collar and cuffs of the jacket, "Smell of cigarettes? And it's a rare brand."
He gently stroked the fabric, carefully catching the remaining scent of the other person. His movements were like rubbing ears, but his expression was filled with a layer of coldness:
"Tomorrow's mission should not have this smell again."
...are you more concerned about the smell of cigarettes on him than a sudden attack?
Kurosawa Jin curled his lips, his already limited patience was about to run out.
The air was stagnant for a while. He leaned down without warning and saw his own gloomy face in the white-haired young man's suddenly widened eyes.
"Don't move," he warned, then grabbed the man by the waist and lifted him up as if he were a corpse.
"you--!"
"Now let's go to the next base." Kurosawa Jin slammed the broken door behind him. "If you want to attract the enemy here, go ahead."
"——If you can't see it, don't hold us back."
In his opinion, Vin's struggle was not as strong as that of a wild cat, and after he said that, the last bit of struggle disappeared.
He curled his fingers together, like he was retracting a claw. "... Use bombs or gasoline to burn all traces of that room."
Kurosawa Jin was too lazy to pursue his inexplicable thoughts any further and responded perfunctorily.
After receiving a positive reply, the young man remained quiet. This silent and obedient look was much more pleasing to the eye than other times.
Kurosawa Jin glanced at him and tightened his grip on his waist.
--
The final mission of this trip is at a business dinner on the second night, where Chris Wynyard will appear as the headline guest and use this as a springboard to deepen her connections with the upper class.
The target of the assassination was a congressman who secretly used his position to manipulate bond transactions. His political stance was contrary to the candidate supported by the organization, so he could not be bribed and was simply eliminated.
According to the plan agreed upon previously, someone would be responsible for leading the congressman to a certain room, and when the former reached the agreed location, the sniper hidden in another building, namely Kurosawa Jin, would be responsible for killing the target with one shot.
After waiting for more than two hours, seven or eight drunken guests walked out from downstairs of the hotel one after another, and movement finally appeared in the room that the aiming camera was aimed at.
Even if a congressman who holds many of the country's secrets is extremely drunk, he will not easily stay out overnight. So it is obvious what methods the organization can use.
The door was pushed open, and the congressman's figure was exposed in the sight. Sure enough, he was not the only one.
But the identity of the other person was beyond Kurosawa Jin's expectations.
Not Belmode?
The white-haired young man - perhaps it would be more appropriate to call him a teenager at this moment. He had two buttons of his light-colored shirt unbuttoned, revealing a section of his collarbone; the accordion pleats were a bit messy, and the loose curve suddenly tightened in the middle and lower parts, pinching out a slender waistline.
The hem of his clothes was stained with red wine. The thin boy folded his arm with one hand and frowned slightly. His delicate eyebrows were stained with a bit of sadness, which undoubtedly made people want to reach out and play with him.
The congressman walked in with his arm around his shoulders, his hand tending to slide down again, but Vin seemed unaware and followed the other's footsteps meekly, completely lacking the cold look he had when he gave him orders more than ten hours ago.
Kurosawa Jin pressed down the finger on the trigger slightly, and he suddenly wondered, if he broke the lamp at this moment, would Vin show the same expression as last night?
Unfortunately, before he could think further, Vin in the mirror was already standing at the marked spot, and suddenly raised his eyes to the window.
The congressman was unaware that he was standing within the range of the sniper rifle.
Kurosawa Jin snorted and laughed at this poor bastard who was still smug even though his death was imminent.
The bullet passed through the target's head at an extremely tricky angle, and he even had a smile on his face as the blood sprayed out.
Watching the sniper's performance at a close distance, Vin's face and body were inevitably stained with blood.
He still stood there, expressionless, even looking a little scary because of the blood on his face, and turned to look out the window.
With a distance of 500 yards between them, everything was blurred into a black dot, and even the closest partners could not catch each other's position at a glance. However, in this creepy gaze, Kurosawa Jin intuitively felt that Vin was staring at him.
The center of the crosshairs moved from the boy's brow to his heart. He couldn't help but feel a mixture of disgust and murderous pleasure rising in his heart, but he felt a little regretful when he pulled the trigger.
Gin doesn't remember the people he kills, but if it's this one, he can remember it for longer.
After the mission was completed, Vin returned to the research institute at the base and almost disappeared.
Kurosawa Jin was appreciated by the boss and was responsible for cleaning out traitors and undercover agents, and that was the only part of their interactions.
A deep slash was drawn in red ink on the unknown mission file.
…
Gin replied to two text messages briefly, closed his phone, and returned to the data room.
Bourbon was leaning against the wall, slowly flipping through a stack of documents. When he saw him come in, he glanced at them casually, but the hint of arrogance in his expression did not subside.
Gin was accustomed to his attitude. Even though his performance was outstanding, it did not prevent him from disliking Bourbon.
"Is that all?" Bourbon shook the papers in his hand and sneered, "I didn't handle it myself. I don't believe it's true."
Gin said impatiently, "Whatever you want, just finish this mission as soon as possible."
He caught a glimpse of the red screen, narrowed his eyes slightly, and turned to look at Bourbon, "Are you not leaving yet?"
Bourbon shrugged and walked towards the door.
Just before the door closed, Bourbon asked casually, as if suffering from the occupational disease of an intelligence officer, "By the way, Gin, you didn't stay in this room all night, did you?"
Gin didn't even look at him and took out a cigarette from his pocket.
"It's none of your business," he said.