Gin's Tired Career

In the charming tavern, there are several 'candlesticks' hanging above the bar, emitting dim lights. The walls inside the bar are made of wooden shelves, and a wall full of fine wine is placed.The bartender stood behind the bar, holding a glass in his hand, slowly wiping it with a white cloth.

When the door was opened, the copper bell hanging above the door rang softly.The bartender looked at the reputation, and the blazing sun shone in from behind the person entering the door, outlining a tall and straight figure.As people walked in, the dazzling light was shut out of the door, and the people walked to the bar.

The bartender smiled professionally, "Welcome, what do you need, guest?"

The person who came sat down on the seat in front of the bar, said in a low and magnetic voice, "Gin."

The bartender's smile was not affected by the indifference of the visitor, "Okay, a glass of gin, please wait a moment."

The golden liquid was poured into the wine glass, slowly covering the ice cubes in the glass.The bartender puts the glass in front of the guest and politely says, "Please."

The guest took a sip from the wine glass and seemed quite satisfied.

Soft music was flowing in the air, and the knowledgeable bartender did not try to strike up a conversation, but continued with his movements.The tavern returned to silence.

After a while, the copper bell at the door rang again.

The bartender stared at the black-haired and blue-eyed beauty with amazement, and asked with a smile, "Welcome, what do you need, guest?"

She raised her fair hand and stroked the broken hair beside her ears, and said softly, "A glass of martini."

"No problem, guest, please wait a moment." The bartender stood in front of her and carefully prepared the drink for her, and even played tricks with his hands.It's a pity that Luo Hua intends to be ruthless.The lady completely ignored the courteous bartender and just glanced blankly at the tall, handsome man two seats away.

The bartender sighed inwardly, put the mixed wine in front of the beauty, and reluctantly said, "Ma'am, your martini."

The lady nodded absently, reached for the wine glass, and slowly sipped the liquid in the glass.

About half of the time when Martini disappeared, the glass in front of the man who had been sneaking eyes was already empty.

The lady's eyes lit up, and she gestured to the bartender, "A glass of silver bullet, please."

The bartender remained politely sorry, "Okay."

A glass of silver bullet was delivered to him, and the bartender tilted his head slightly, "That lady invited you."

The person who was signaled raised his wine glass in a timely manner, with a hint of temptation in his blue eyes.

Someone picked up the silver bullet and took a sip.Then the man took the wine glass and hid in the dim booth.The beauty smiled as she wished, and followed with a wine glass.

The seats in front of the bar became vacant again, and the bartender continued to wipe the glasses slowly. You can see this kind of strike-up many times a day, and it is rare to see such outstanding handsome men and beautiful women.

And the handsome man and beautiful woman who chose a hidden deck can finally speak seriously.

Belmode looked at Gin's dazzling silver hair that reached to his waist, and asked with a smile, "Does SHIELD have no requirements for hairstyles?"

"Stop talking nonsense." Qin Jiu said in a low voice, "How about the document you brought back?"

Belmode crossed his legs and lit a women's cigarette. "Zemo is a treasure."

Qin Jiu raised his eyebrows and asked, "Does he have a deep obsession with the Red Skull?"

Belmode thought for a while, then shrugged, "I think it's better to say that he has a deep obsession with Captain America."

Gin frowned, "Captain America?"

"It seems that the goal is to kill Captain America who hasn't been injected with the serum." Belmode said, "This will also save the Red Skull. What's wrong? His face is so ugly."

Gin glanced at Belmode, lit a cigarette, took a deep breath, and exhaled a faint smoke, "We miscalculated Captain America's resurrection."

Belmode sat up straight, "Why? That's the BOSS..." She stuffed the cigarette into her mouth to calm herself down, "What happened?"

"The resurrection of Captain America is not resurrection from the dead." Gin Jiu summed it up succinctly, "He was thawed."

Belmode quickly understood the facts through the... image of gin, and she frowned, "Then..." She also realized something, "Stark's progress on the time machine...?"

Gin shook his head.

Belmode was silent for a while, and tried to ask calmly: "Then what are you thinking now?"

Gin said lightly, "Zemo's research progress must be kept an eye on."

"That's not a problem." Belmode looked at him inquiringly, "Gin, you're not really caught by Hideo Akai, are you?"

Gin raised his eyes and glanced at her, with a hint of warning in his eyes, "I will find a chance to go back." He paused, and added, "Don't make any trouble."

Belmode's red lips curled up in a subtle arc, "That's fine, anyway, now I just need to obey your orders."

"Tsk!" Gin frowned in dissatisfaction, met Belmode's playful eyes, and changed the subject, "Did the people under Strack be lured to Yokohama to seek death?"

"Hmm!" Belmode said with a smile, "That kind of power that can destroy the world is too eye-catching, isn't it?"

This is a matter of course. Gin asked: "Did they find out?" about the fact that Zhongya Zhongya was once a test subject.

Belmode said: "I guess not yet, otherwise someone will definitely ask me." The experimental base has been abandoned, and if you want to know that information, it is the fastest to ask her, just like gin.

Qin Jiu sneered, "Is it just purely wanting to take people away? Hmph! Wishful thinking."

The smile on Belmod's lips was a bit more ironic, "It should be lured first, and then tear the face if it doesn't work. Although his power is daunting, he is a mafia." It makes people feel that there is a possibility of being recruited.

Qin Jiu asked: "How many people went?"

"A lot." Belmode said, "Probably the plan is to kill more elephants with ants."

Qin Jiu asked: "Who gave him the confidence that this strategy will succeed?"

"...I don't know." Facing Gin's suspicious gaze, Belmode said helplessly, "I really don't know. Now that Zemo has been chosen, it's not so convenient to follow Strack. I just know There's just one person, that's all."

Osamu Dazai's face suddenly flashed in Gin's mind, but, "Is it Asian?"

"No, Europeans." Belmode reminded, "Don't forget, Hydra is a Nazi organization."

Does this really have nothing to do with Osamu Dazai?

Once again, on the streets of Washington, D.C., I thought about Gin Jiu, who met Zhongya Zhongya on a narrow road.

Zhongyuan Zhong also blinked his blue eyes, looked at Qinjiu with a puzzled expression, and asked in amazement: "Is there such a thing as fate in this world?"

"...No." Gin closed the door of the Porsche, turned around, and faced Chuya Nakahara head-on, with the strength to refuse the failure caused by getting involved in emotional entanglements and being targeted by Osamu Dazai, "If the hobbies are similar, in the same A city, but never come across it, that's called fate, Mr. Zhongye." Nie Yuan.

Zhong Yuanzhong also thought about it, and felt that this statement made sense, "It seems to be true."

There is a fart reason!There are people in Washington DC who have lived in this city all their lives but have never met!

Gin quickly changed the subject before Zhong Yuanzhong realized it.He looked at the ring on Chuya Nakahara's hand and asked, "You and Osamu Dazai?" Should I say congratulations?

Zhongyuan Zhong also looked at the ring on his left ring finger following Qin Jiu's gaze, and stroked the inlaid yellow gemstone with his right hand. You can see the priceless yellow gemstone with the naked eye, and quickly denied: "No, yes leader."

Gin: ? ? ?

Gin was rarely at a loss, "Huh?"

Osamu Dazai was greened by Mori Ogai? ! !

Is the age difference too big? !Is there a reason why Osamu Dazai was forced to defect?Because they found that there were signs of reconnecting between the two, so they acted first?As expected of the leader of Port Mafia? ! !

Throwing those messy thoughts above Gin out of his head, he cleared his throat so as not to look so surprised, "Chuya-kun, you and Mori Ogai?!"

Zhong Yuanzhong also looked at his reaction suspiciously, "Me and the leader?"

Qin Jiu asked cautiously: "Mr. Zhongye, do you know what it means to wear a ring on the ring finger of your left hand?"

"Of course I know..." Zhong Yuanzhong also paused for a moment, realizing what he meant, and eagerly denied, "No! I am not with the leader! Neither is this ring!" He slowed down and explained, "This It's just... a token."

Gems, energy, illusionist, Vongola, the future... Countless trivial clues finally became a thread.

Qin Jiu tentatively asked ambiguously: "What is the attribute of Mr. Zhongye?"

"It's Qing." Zhong Yuanzhong frowned slightly and complained, "I thought it was Lan!"

Gin said: "Qing really matches you." Literally.

Zhong Yuanzhong also scratched his head, as if a little embarrassed, "Do you drink?"

"...Nope." Qin Jiu hesitated for a while whether to stay and continue the cliché, but he didn't really want to lose this friendship, so he regretfully refused. "I have something to do in a while."

"Oh." Zhong Yuanzhong nodded indifferently, and left without hesitation.

Gin opened the car door neatly, sat in the driver's seat, closed the door and drove in one go.

The black Porsche parked steadily downstairs of the FBI building. Gin glanced at the time, leaned on the back of the driver's seat and closed his eyes to rest.

Soon after, the environment outside the car became noisy.Gin opened his eyes, watching the flow of people pouring out of the FBI building.A familiar figure slowly walked into his field of vision, and Qin Jiu's eyes softened unconsciously.

Seeing Gin coming out of the car, Akai Shuichi hurriedly bid farewell to the colleagues around him, walked over in three steps at a time, and sat in the driver's seat by himself.

When Gin Jiu opened the co-pilot's door, the figure he saw in a glimpse was burned on his retina, and he stopped moving.

The sense of sight made him stare at the figure, and stood up straight.

The man seemed to have noticed his unscrupulous gaze, smiled in his direction, turned and left.

Akai Shuichi asked suspiciously, "Gin?"

Qin Jiu got into the passenger driver, closed the door, "Let's go."

He knew that person, and he was acquainted.

— Edgar Allan Poe.