villain gin

In the next few days, Gin was making troubles everywhere while preparing for the final outcome. Everything was about to settle down, which made him feel good. After your plan, all good things can make you happy.

Curacao has almost all the real estate left by Rum. I don’t know if Rum will be angry if he finds out, or not. After all, those places will be exposed because Rum revealed the place to Bourbon — Forget it, everyone is dead, and it doesn't make sense to call Rum a fool at this time.

But she still took all the people she could take away. Before leaving, she blew up the shooting range of Gin with Ireland, leaving a lot of corpses of the hunters. Afterwards, he dealt with six senior members of the organization, and this life was not in vain.

Keir also left at about the same time, and Cia still wanted to keep her spy status, so the organization had a tacit scene with the other party, and Gin Jiu didn't participate in the performance, because he had no confidence in his acting skills.

Brandy was the fourth to leave, with the researchers who were still in Japan—in fact, Shirley was the only one who was important. The others had been sent away by Gin one after another, if they hadn't been responsible for researching the antidote Shirley will not stay until now.

Before leaving, Brandy came to look for gin.

He was holding a bottle of brandy in his hand, with a melancholy look on his brows: "If we can't meet again...at least give me a chance to say goodbye?"

"As long as you don't get drunk." Gin replied with a smile.

"I heard... what you and Shirley said." The black-haired man spoke after drinking a cup.

Qin Jiu froze for a moment, and then remembered which paragraph he said: "Your hearing is very good."

Brandy laughed: "Is that what you care about?"

The smile was very short, and soon turned into a melancholy look: "I think I am good to that person... Am I doing the same thing?"

"That's different," Gin said firmly, "Shirley is really for her sister, but you are for yourself."

"...What?" Brandy looked at him in a daze.

"You don't want me to die, because I'm your only relative, don't you?" Qin Jiu raised an eyebrow at him, "You don't want to lose your last relative."

"And Miyano Akemi really wants to live in the sun." He finished casually, took a sip from his glass.

"Sounds like I'm a really bad guy," Brandy said dejectedly.

"Indeed," Gin Jiu nodded, "but there's nothing wrong with it, because I'm the same person, I want to die, so I'm going to tie you into the organization."

We're all bad guys, so there's no need to feel guilty.

Brandy silently poured another glass of wine.

He took a big sip and said slowly: "So... we are still a bit alike, right?"

"It's not a good thing to look like me." Gin looked at this man, Brandy was not drunk, but his expression had become hazy, which made him look younger - although he was actually very young.

"No, of course it's a good thing." There was a faint smile on the young man's lips, "the best thing."

Gin put down his glass.

He stared at the brandy. The man lowered his head, as if he was looking at the liquid in the wine glass. His slightly long bangs covered his eyebrows and eyes, making it difficult to see his expression. His appearance was really not like that of gin. If not Saying that they are brothers, no one would have thought of it at all, but only at this time, the temperament of this man gives people a strong feeling similar to gin.

"I used to be Brandy," Gin said, his voice crisp and steady, "I have also seen a lot of Brandy, and I even killed Brandy. Brandy has never been a special name."

The dark-haired man looked up at him in surprise.

"But from now on, this name will only belong to you, just like no one remembers who the last Gin was." Gin looked at those red eyes that were nothing like himself, "Don't Trying to imitate me, Brandy, that doesn't make any sense, you'll just be yourself."

Brandy stared at him blankly, with a smile still on the corner of his lips: "You always know everything... don't you?"

"Of course not," said Gin, "I don't even know if I'm going to die."

Brandy's smile widened, but there was nothing pleasant in it: "You're so annoying."

"Keep it," Qin Jiu smiled, "I'm more used to you who hate me."

These words seemed to have touched Brandy, and he drank the wine in his glass: "I joined the organization just to find you."

"I thought you were dead for a while, until I knew you were you, and I was really happy then..." he murmured, "But I should have thought you wouldn't come with me, I should have thought... ...it all seems stolen."

"You drink less," Gin said mercilessly, "you have to do business tomorrow."

"It's so easy to get drunk," Brandy said with a smile, "I didn't even take vodka."

"I hate vodka," he muttered softly.

It's okay, vodka doesn't like you either.Gin thought silently.

After all, brandy has always had trouble with gin, and it is difficult for vodka to have a good impression of him.

Brandy poured himself another glass of wine. Although he drank quickly, his eyes were still sober. It seemed that gin was similar to his drinking capacity.

"I have another question, brother." He seemed to think of something suddenly, looked at Gin with a little curiosity, "do you think... Shirley's sister will really come back? Since she really wants to to leave the organization."

"Of course." Gin still replied without hesitation this time, "It's just a matter of time."

Miyano Akemi really wanted to leave the organization, but she wanted to be with her sister more.

"Are you going to ask me to drink before you leave?" Gin looked at Belmode.

"Oh? Who else?" The woman smiled with great interest, "Is it brandy?"

"Otherwise?" Gin Jiu patted the seat beside him, "He was sitting here yesterday and asked me a lot of stupid questions."

"Hehe," Belmode chuckled, "Why are you so mean to young people, he seems to love you very much."

"Say it as if I need it." Gin picked up the wine Belmode brought and glanced at the label, raising his eyebrows slightly, "Whiskey?"

"Because you probably wouldn't want to drink a martini with me," the woman slid into the seat, "to make a Silver Bullet?"

"Interesting..." Gin really got up and walked to the wine cabinet, and took a bottle of gin.

He walked back, took out two glasses from under the bar, and opened the freezer to take out some ice cubes: "The base wine of the silver bullet is gin... What are you implying?"

Belmode looked at the silver-haired man with a dazed expression. His movements were not standard at all, and the amount he used was casual. Fortunately, she brought a good bottle of wine, and his wine should be good. Maybe this glass of wine will not so bad.

...I knew I shouldn't have let him kill the dessert chef in the first place, how nice the bartender is.

It took her a while to answer Gin's question: "The organization may not die...but it's changed beyond recognition."

It started with Gin's decision to ditch all longevity-related parts of the organization.

Is the organization today the same organization that was created?It has even changed its purpose, maybe not completely, but there is not much left of the past.

Just like the Ship of Theseus, can the current organization still be the original organization?

"Shouldn't you be happy about this?" Gin raised his eyebrows, and put a glass of wine in front of her.

The woman smiled: "I'm happy...but there's something...I can't tell."

The sadness of the old man, Gin thought silently, but he was wise not to say it.

He didn't feel much about it himself. If the system hadn't fallen from the sky, he wouldn't have cared about the study of organization. The existence or non-existence of those parts had no effect on Gin's concept of "organization".

Belmode took a sip of his wine: "It's a good thing, after all, people who want them... your technology hasn't improved at all, Gin." She turned around quickly.

"Then you do it yourself." Qin Jiu said expressionlessly.

"Forget it," Belmode laughed again, "it still has a different flavor."

"So you're just here to drink." Gin poured himself a glass of pure gin, and sat down beside Belmode.

"Otherwise, what else can there be?" The woman said with a smile, "Come to say goodbye to you?"

"Since you have nothing to do, then I have something for you to do." Qin Jiu looked at her.

"No way, you can still talk about work?" Belmode shook his head helplessly, "A man who doesn't understand style."

The bewildered man continued blankly: "That godson of yours..."

"Okay, don't mention Shinichi," Belmode interrupted him, "You clearly promised me."

"I don't intend to take a shot at him," Gin Jiu said that the agreement is still valid, "I just need you to help me give him a message—don't think I don't know that you will secretly go to see him."

Belmode looked embarrassed: "What are you talking about?"

Gin smiled: "One of his favorite... puzzles."

After choosing the stage for the final dance, Gin began to think about how to equip his stage with audiences—a grand death cannot be without audiences.

Then he realized——in this world, there would be no better personnel gatherer than the protagonist.

Kudo Shinichi's identity as the protagonist, his overly strong curiosity, and his network of relationships will lead everyone to the stage of gin without any problems.

And all he had to do was make up a riddle.

As for the person who spoke, Belmode is of course the best choice. Anyway, with the importance she attaches to that brat, she would definitely go to see him.

Belmode hesitated again and again, and finally agreed with a sigh after Gin once again promised that he would never make a move against Kudo Shinichi: "Okay, you owe me... Forget it, what's the point of saying this now."

"I've already done the work for you, should you have a drink with me tonight?" She raised her glass.

"Of course." Gin picked up the glass, and the glass collided with a crisp sound.