Chapter 74: Bounty Hunter Gin

Shuichi Akai did not answer, but just looked at Chidori quietly, as if he was thinking about weighing the value of it.

Chidori was not in a hurry at all. He half-closed his eyes and seemed to have fallen into a doze. He became completely calm.

He knew very well what choice Shuichi Akai would make in the end.

Although the other party is the American police FBI, the reason for becoming a policeman is not to serve the country and the people. In the beginning, he just wanted to find his father.

He definitely hates darkness, but compared to the real Red Side, he doesn't mind playing some tricks.

His great strength gives him confidence. He has the confidence that he can handle any situation with ease, so he is not afraid of anything.

This is perhaps where he is similar to Gin.

Shuichi Akai is not a detective who sticks to the law of evidence. He trusts his intuition. Sometimes, he will ignore other things and find the most critical choice.

For example, at this moment, can we tell whether a person is valuable just by meeting him once? Akai Shuichi is not sure, but he believes in what he observes and what he feels in his heart.

The person in front of him is different from Gin. Gin is like a wolf on the snowfield, standing tall in the ice and snow, intimidating everyone with the most powerful posture.

But the man opposite is a silver leopard running with the wind, running freely in his territory. He only cares about himself and his own grassland and will not pay attention to others.

Interestingly, Shuichi Akai didn't have to think for too long before he knew what choice to make.

Any choice and plan is risky. Since the other party dares to put himself at the gambling table, he cannot be timid.

Akai Shuichi smiled, like a beast with fangs bared, and responded word by word:

“It’s been a pleasure working with you.”

——————

After briefly discussing the general situation with Shuichi Akai, Chidori prepared to leave the safe house.

"You seem to have received a lot of commissions from the black market during this period." Akai Shuichi suddenly asked as he looked at the person walking towards the door.

There was no emotion in his words, but Chidori didn't think he was just saying it casually.

After reaching an initial cooperation, he no longer had much interest in playing coy with Akai Shuichi. After all, this guy looked exactly like the FBI from another world, and there was not much to say.

He didn't even look back, nor did he care what the guy was thinking.

Since he had promised him, there was no room for regret. He believed that Akai Shuichi was not such a stupid person.

So he just said "hmm" casually. After all, he didn't think there was anything wrong with what he did.

Even the murders he committed were based on a wanted warrant or a murder warrant, so even the police cannot investigate.

"Why don't you stay for a drink? There are extra rooms here," Akai Shuichi leaned against the door and called out with a smile, "GIN."

The unclear pronunciation even made Chidori feel that he was calling his own name, causing him to frown deeply.

Talking in an ambiguous and sticky way is annoying. This is how the FBI behaves.

Ah, Chidori felt unhappy that her body was covered with dust from the bomb and she didn't want to play with Akai Shuichi anymore.

So he stopped, took out the gun from his arms without hesitation, and shot at Akai Shuichi's position.

His shooting skills were extremely accurate. If his every move had not been seen without concealment, Shuichi Akai would have really been hit by the bullet.

The bullet that was heading towards his head without mercy was completely different from the person who was lazily looking at him on the sofa just now.

Chidori ignored Akai Shuichi's reaction and continued to walk away.

It was already late at night, and the safe house was dark and silent, but when he drove to his other half, the bustling city that never sleeps appeared before him.

He simply stopped the car and got out without going in. He looked at the lights inside that were bright enough to hide everything with an expressionless face.

It was only a few seconds before he leaned against the car and lighted a cigarette. It was really annoying that there was no smoking device in the car.

Picking up a beautiful match, he was just a street away from the city that never sleeps, but the only thing that could illuminate his face was the star-like light from the burning match.

After slowly finishing a cigarette and putting the butt into the cigarette extinguisher, he started walking again.

Although the people are a little different, the place and the terrain are the same as in my memory.

He seemed to know his destination clearly and walked into the alley on the other side, which led to the other side of the city that never sleeps, where ants and rats were everywhere, and everywhere were people in despair and hiding in the darkness.

What shapes people?

The past, the present, the future, and how is the other self in this world different from myself?

At least he was sure that their pasts were largely the same, otherwise they would not be so similar.

So now, he had to do some testing and set a trap to attract the wolf.

He walked for a long time, then went off the road and stopped at a wasteland. From the ruins of the buildings and the charcoal-black wood on the land, it was clear that the place had been burned clean by fire.

At a glance, you can see the traces left by the fire, and it seems that nothing has changed over the years.

Seeing this, Chidori's brows relaxed a little, which proved that their pasts were indeed the same.

Although I don't know what caused them to go their separate ways, this is enough.

He took a few quick steps and walked around the back of the ruins. There was a tree that had also been burned, with only a charred and thick trunk left, lying alone on the ground.

Chidori didn't mind digging up the soil next to the tree trunk. Because of the fire, the soil had a bad smell, but he continued digging without changing his expression.

He didn't dig very deep, but he could already see old bullet casings in the soil. Judging from their condition, they must have been there for decades.

Even though he had expected it, he still blinked slowly when he saw it. For him, this was a rare and genuine emotion.

At that time there were no words or texts, and even facial expressions were controlled.

Useless bullet shells are rewards thrown at random, but people’s desire to speak and communicate is irresistible.

So over time, bullet casings became a means of communication, with the number representing different words and moods.

It is so simple that it cannot even be called words, it can only be called a signal.

But Kurosawa Jin remembered it clearly, not because of his vaguely remembered companions, but simply because of this tree.

This tree used to be a beautiful cherry tree. Every season, it would bloom with tender pink cherry blossoms. When the wind blew, the petals would fall gently, as if it was raining without getting you wet.

When the petals fell on my face, they brought with them a barely detectable fragrance, very lightly and softly, without a trace of strength, and sliding down made my heart itch.

Kurosawa Jin likes this tree. It is the most gorgeous and beautiful color in his boring life, except for black and white.

He would not talk to the speechless children, and he buried the bullet casings under a tree.

The young child was buried in the soil under the tree, wanting to tell this beautiful tree:

From now on, this most beautiful and unique you belongs only to me.

The bullet casing couldn't speak so many words, but he spoke to it many times in his heart.

A strong and unique possessiveness appeared in the dark green eyes of the young child.

This was the first thing he loved, so he wanted to keep it for himself forever and not let anyone else see its beauty.

And he did what he said, and the most beautiful appearance of this tree truly belonged to him forever.

Chidori's recollection lasted only a few moments, and he quickly came to his senses, took out the prepared bullet shell from his pocket and put it next to the rusty bullet shell.

After putting it in place, he covered the soil he had just dug up little by little. When everything was done, there was no trace of having been dug in this place.

He didn't look at it any more, not even for a moment as he recalled what the tree looked like before.

The hem of the gray coat fluttered, almost touching the dry black tree trunk, just like the child who once tilted his head back to feel the flower petals falling on his face and Gin now, both are no longer the same.

He took a step forward, leaving this place full of the past. He walked in the present, and the future was waiting for him.

————————

When Chidori walked out, the lights outside were still flashing. The lights crossed and fell on his face, but did not add any warmth to him.

He had no fixed place to live and only bought himself a few basic safe houses. In many cases, when he did not have time to go there, he would find a place to live nearby.

Quality of life is something that is optional for him. If it is available, it is better, but if it is not available, he does not care.

But before leaving, he went to the restaurant next door that was still open. Although he didn't know why such a high-end restaurant was still open at this time, it was not strange in such a place.

He paused at the door for a while. Even here, his presence was enough to attract attention.

But before he completely attracted attention, he stepped into the restaurant.

He ordered a bottle of wine, looked at the red wine that looked like blood, and thought about his next move.

Although he was sure that Gin could understand what he said, he had no idea when the other party would get there.

The cooperation between him and Shuichi Akai was simple: the other party wanted to severely damage or even destroy the [organization], and he assisted and provided relevant intelligence.

Shuichi Akai did not say what he needed specifically, or what he asked Chidori to do. After all, he still needed to communicate with the FBI behind him.

But the hidden meaning was that she wanted him to help catch Gin.

It's not that he wants to kill Gin, it's that he wants to catch him.

Sure enough, once this person decides to do something, he wants to do it the biggest.

However... I have to try it, but I can't agree to it easily.

The Kurosawa Group will not belong to any side, and everyone must know this.

And now, the situation is still far from what he wants.

He is not trying to help anyone, what Kurosawa Jin wants is chaos.

Now all that was left was for a codename member of the [Organization] to approach him in person. He believed that the old crow would definitely be very interested in him.

It was probably some time, Chidori still had an unlit cigarette in her mouth, thinking constantly.

Judging from the speed over there, plus the fact that I had just drawn special attention, or just now...

"Sir, your steak." The waiter said with a smile, interrupting his thoughts.

Chidori raised her head and looked at the ordinary-looking waiter in front of her.

But he smelled that stinking perfume.