villain gin

After leaving the shooting range, Gin went to the organization's hospital.

Ireland was seriously injured, but he was treated in time, so there should be no sequelae. Schwartz was peeling apples for him when the gin arrived—when did their relationship become so good?

Then Gin saw Schwartz childishly handing the apple to Ireland's mouth and then sending it into his mouth—md, he didn't want to admit that he was his subordinate.

"Gin," Ireland seemed to be very angry with this childish ghost. When he saw gin, he no longer hated it. Instead, he seemed to see a savior, "Hurry up and take this guy away!"

"What are you doing here?" Gin asked Schwartz. He didn't remember that this person was so free, with so many tasks piled up.

"Let's show off our colleagues' love," Schwartz said with a smile, "I even sent a fruit basket."

As soon as he raised his hand, he took out a fruit basket from the side of the hospital bed. It was quite big, and most of the fruit in it had been lost. It seemed that most of it had entered his own stomach.

"And I had a great time chatting with Ireland, didn't I?" He looked at Ireland with a smile.

Ireland didn't look happy at all: "Gin, if you want to partner with this guy, I'd rather you kill me."

"Am I so hateful?" Schwartz looked shocked, "I even brought you a gift! Boss didn't bring anything!"

"Would you like a present?" Gin asked Ireland.

"I don't need it!" Ireland broke down.

Gin nodded calmly. He was completely used to Schwartz's out-of-the-ordinary look, and frankly speaking, it was quite useful at times. Ireland accepted the fact that he was incorporated by Gin very smoothly.

Gin took out his mobile phone and sent an email to Schwartz: "Go to the task."

Schwartz didn't even look at his phone, stood up and gave a crooked military salute: "Okay boss."

Then he waved to Ireland: "I'll see you after I finish my mission!"

Ireland pretended not to hear him.

Schwartz didn't care, and walked briskly. It's hard to imagine that a man with a height of 1.9 meters can get out of this bouncing effect.

There was a sudden silence in the ward, and after a while, Ireland said, "Where did you find such a bastard?"

"Don't you know," said Gin, "in the ruins of the German branch."

"He's not at all German," Ireland said through gritted teeth.

"Don't stereotype," Gin said, "You're not Irish either."

"That's just my code name!" Ireland looked at him with a look of "Are you stupid too?" "I'm not Irish!"

Gin nodded casually. Of course he didn't know where Ireland was from, and they didn't know each other well before. He walked to the place where Schwartz was sitting just now, kicked the chair back a little bit in disgust, and sat down.

"When your injury heals, go take over the shooting range managed by Keir. She has other tasks." Gin changed into a serious tone—although there was no big difference.

Ireland's expression also calmed down. He looked at Gin with complicated eyes for a while, and nodded: "Okay."

"When you go, get familiar with the environment there quickly," Gin said, "It's best to make some changes, but don't let people notice."

Ireland was taken aback: "Is there a problem with Keir?"

"No, it's not her," Gin showed a slight smile, "This shooting range was originally built by Bourbon."

Ireland thought for a while: "Are you... going to war with Rum?"

From here, it can really be seen how much trust Bourbon received. Gin couldn't help but think, if it's really convenient for him to do things, I wonder if he should thank the world consciousness.

"It has nothing to do with rum, it's just bourbon." Gin hinted that he didn't intend to directly tell Ireland that bourbon was a mouse, just let him have a guess.

Sure enough, Ireland nodded thoughtfully, then he looked at Gin and said in a slightly hesitant tone, "Did you go to see the boss yesterday?"

Gin nodded.

Ireland didn't ask what the boss and Gin said. He would never think that it was a good thing, so his tone became more hesitant: "I still don't understand...why did you save me."

Gin replied as it should: "What I want you to do is the reason."

Because Ireland was a useful man, he deserved to live, and things were always that simple with Gin.

Ireland lowered his head: "For you... for someone like that gentleman... If you are useless, does that mean you will be abandoned?"

If Schwartz, or anyone who knows how to read words and expressions, should be able to easily see that he thinks of Pisco here, it is a pity that Gin and even Pisco need to be reminded to remember, so He continued to say in that natural tone: "A useless knife will break by itself, and there is no need to wait until the day it is abandoned."

Yes, many gin haters have cursed him for being abandoned and cut off like them, and some have worried about his future (as opposed to thousands of former, which number about 1), of course, There are also many people who think that he will become a hidden chess player like Rum before he loses his combat effectiveness. No one knows that the ending that Gin imagined for himself is much simpler than that. He will not live to be abandoned or The day the organization fell, he was bound to die before then.

It's not that Gin doesn't know how to work behind the scenes, he can do it, and he can do it very well, he just doesn't like it, Rum may get fun from it, but for Gin, the only fun is blood and fire.

Of course, Gin knows very well that a person's state will change with age, especially for a killer like him who uses his body as a weapon, he cannot always maintain the strongest state, and his enemies (inside and outside the organization) ) will only increase.

So he will definitely lose before everything, before he has time to become old, weak, and dull, unlike the self in his extra memory, Gin will not chase death, but he will not at all Fear of death.

Of course, it is best to kill one, two, three... a lot of enemies (including world consciousness and systems that probably cannot be killed) before he dies.

...and make sure the organization doesn't collapse the month after he dies.

——The boss must have thought the same way and lived tenaciously for more than 100 years, right?

Gin tried his best to disperse the outrageous thoughts in his head, and brought his attention back. Ireland was looking at him in shock, as if trying to identify whether Gin was lying, of course he couldn't see anything (not even that Gin had just I'm distracted), but as mentioned earlier, Gin is a person who is recognized for his integrity, so Ireland, who didn't see anything, believed it.

The other person, of course, believed it too.

Belmode pushed open the door and said with a smile, "It really sounds like something you would say."

She hid the complicated emotions in her eyes with a smile.

"Why are you here?" Qin Jiu frowned.

"Let's take a look at the injured colleague." Belmode smiled and raised the fruit basket in his hand-it looked a little smaller than Schwartz's, but it was the same style.

Maybe they were all bought downstairs in the hospital.

"Then you see," Gin Jiu got up, "I'm leaving."

"Don't be so indifferent," Belmode said with a smile, "I heard you went to see the boss yesterday?"

Gin didn't even think about it: "Schwarzbier told you?"

"You shouldn't blame him, right?" Belmode said slyly, "After all, you didn't say you wanted to keep it secret."

Qin Jiu snorted coldly: "There are many more things to blame than this."

Belmode raised her eyebrows. She and Schwartz are not familiar. I don't know what he did to make Gin say that, but she didn't come here to discuss his little brother with Gin, so she just pointed head, looking towards Ireland.

"You're recovering well, Ireland," she said in a sincere voice. "The organization still needs you to recover from your injuries."

No need for Gin to say anything, Ireland could feel this woman's perfunctory, he rolled his eyes: "If you want to find him, just tell him."

With this kind of detour, it's no wonder that Gin hates it.

"Oh," Belmode smiled, bending his eyes, "you are so considerate."

"How about it?" She looked at the gin, "the patients have said so, let's go have a drink?"

"Your strike-up skills are still so bad." Qin Jiu said.

Belmode: ...When is my old lady going to strike up a conversation, it's me who was struck up by others!

But she really wanted to chat with Gin. After all, she really wanted to know what happened between Gin and the boss yesterday, so even if she was angry, Belmode didn't show it: "I treat you, how about it?"

Gin could almost guess what Belmode was thinking, and he also knew that this woman would not give up easily, so he looked at her for a while, and finally nodded: "Go to the base."

"It's really boring." Belmode complained symbolically, but he was satisfied with the result.

It's just that she soon became dissatisfied.

The hospital organized by the organization is not a closed place like the research institute. Although the location is relatively remote, there is no advertisement, and the flow of people is not large, it is still a hospital open to the outside world.

This means that many ordinary people will come to see a doctor in this hospital, and even the staff in the hospital are not all members of the organization.

So when Gin and Belmode were about to leave, they saw a familiar group walking towards them.

Gin felt that Belmode froze almost imperceptibly, and if the person beside her was not Gin, she should not have noticed any problems.

But the kid in front of him reacted much more than her. Conan wanted to hide, but also wanted Xiaolan and the others out of Gin Jiu's sight. It seemed terribly conflicted.

"Let's go." Belmode took a step forward, trying to block Gin's sight.

Gin showed an inexplicable smile: "You know it's useless, Belmode."

"What?" The woman began to play innocent again.

"I'm not blind, Belmode," Gin said annoyedly, "I'm not interested in doing anything to your godson now, if..."

Before he could finish speaking, there was a scream from the side.

Of course, it wasn't the little detective and his experienced(?) girlfriend who made the noise, but an unknown passer-by who was pointing panicked into a ward.

Someone died.