On the possibility of Gin's younger brother taking his older brother away

Chapter 17 Goodbye

Huishui Cong turned around and looked at the man dressed in all black, and said in a familiar tone: "Yes... Gin, thank you for not shooting my men."

"My target is you." Gin ignored the man's politeness.

"What? Am I on the organization's task list?" Hui Shuicong stroked his beard. The content of his words was contrary to his tone, which was not surprising at all.

The organization does not allow anyone to violate its orders, and this will is determined by that person.

He had been prepared for this ever since he disobeyed the orders of his superiors.

"Alright alright."

He raised his hands in surrender and complained, "I just love my men and don't want them to die in vain, so I tactfully asked my superiors if they could change their mission."

"Does your euphemism mean kicking out the people above?"

Gin snorted coldly: "You have done this kind of 'euphemism' three times."

Hui Shuicong was not ashamed of being exposed. He shrugged and spread his hands, saying, "That's their fault. It's too much to let a debt collection base fill the gap of their lack of people in the fight."

"I just exercised my legitimate rights!"

Gin narrowed his eyes and said nothing.

"I recruited all the people in this firm bit by bit, so naturally they have to listen to me. There's a saying that goes, 'My vassal's vassal is not my vassal.' How come they don't understand such a simple truth?"

Huishui Cong didn't seem nervous at all and even started to complain while gesticulating.

"How much do they hate me? They say they are on top, isn't it just that they have one more code name than me? Ha, when I was a jerk, I was barely even fully grown, but they paid to put me on the task list. What's the point of the review? They even let me pass!"

Gin couldn't stand it anymore and interrupted the increasingly agitated man: "What do you want to say?"

"Cough cough!"

Hui Shuicong was choked by saliva and his face turned red from coughing. It took him a long time to recover.

He sneered and said, "Anyway, it's impossible to let my people go and die."

"Everyone on the list is doomed to die. You have disrupted the operation of the organization. They will not let you go." Gin closed his eyes and put away the gun.

Hui Shuicong looked at the well-maintained Beretta and said nothing.

Of course he knew the consequences.

Gin felt annoyed again. He took out a cigarette and prepared to light it, but the man stopped him with his hand: "Hey, don't smoke in front of the patient. That old man left you with such a bad habit."

"What?" Gin stopped and looked over.

Hui Shui Cong sat back in his chair and said slowly, "I'm glad it's you who came. I can see you before I die. If it weren't for this mission, you wouldn't have come to see me at all."

He sighed and added: "Everyone who came before is dead, now it's my turn."

He turned his head and looked out the window. The weather was very good today, with no wind or clouds, just a blue sky.

Gin took a deep breath, put the cigarette away, and looked at the man: "What disease is it?"

"Cancer, only half a month left."

Huishui Cong suddenly started joking: "Those guys won't spend money on me to set a time limit for the task. You can talk to them about it. If you complete the task ahead of time, they will give you more money, and you can make some money."

Seeing that Gin didn't react, he felt bored again.

"Just kidding, haha."

Hui Shui Cong saw an old friend whom he hadn't seen for a long time and couldn't help but confide in him:

"Do you know why I applied to remove the code name and set up a debt collection agency here?"

He didn't wait for Gin to answer, and continued: "I'm tired of that kind of life, endless killing, and I began to yearn for peace and quiet."

"Fortunately, I'm just an ordinary member, and with G...that old guy guaranteeing me, I can enjoy a few years of stable life."

The black hat brim and long silver hair blocked Gin's eyes. He leaned against the wall with his hands in his pockets, supporting himself with only his right foot.

Hui Shui Cong looked at him deeply, revealing a nostalgic expression: "People are different. Just like you and him, neither of you has the idea of enjoying yourself. It's the one who likes it the most...machine."

He opened his mouth and couldn't help but say: "Gin, have you ever thought about..."

"Enough, I'll pretend I didn't hear what you said today." Gin interrupted the man again.

This again aroused Hui Shuicong's dissatisfaction, and he raised his voice and said, "Oh, when you grow up you don't know how to respect the elderly and love the young."

Gin's emotions were rarely provoked, and he gritted his teeth and asked: "Are you expecting a killer to respect the elderly and love the young?"

"Why not?" Hui Shui Cong asked in surprise.

Gin: "..."

Huishui Satoshi looked at Gin's tightly-fitting lips and the way he was trying hard to suppress his anger, and suddenly laughed out loud.

He remembered again the time when Gin was not yet Gin but just a number, and his angry expression was exactly the same as it is now.

When people get old, they can't help but think about the past. Because they are not happy, they will keep thinking about the happy moments in the past.

His sins will be paid for in hell after his death, and perhaps the cancer that is causing pain all over his body now is the punishment for his escaping his sins.

He took a breath and said in a pleading tone, "I will die, but the others in the firm don't deserve to die. I don't know what's written on the task list, but if they are included, please let them go."

Gin looked at the old man who had suddenly lost his luster, and described in a flat tone: "They can't afford the expenses of more than a dozen people. Also, those people who didn't deserve to die that you just mentioned have already run away."

"Is that so?" Hui Shui Cong chuckled, "It's good that they ran away. The money they took is enough for them to live on."

He stood up, walked to Gin, looked into his indifferent eyes, and asked, "Now, do you choose to shoot me directly, or let me suffer for fifteen days and then die."

Huishui Satoshi spread his hands, took a step back, distanced himself from Gin, and waited for his choice.

Gin clenched the Beretta in his hand, obviously he hesitated at the last step.

This is his mission. He had already made the decision when he took on the task, right?

The old man in front of me has closed his eyes, ready to meet his own end.

Gin raised the gun and pointed it at Huishui Satoshi's forehead, lowered his eyes and pulled the trigger.

The old man closed his eyes peacefully and fell down.

The bloodstains on the ground slowly spread out, somewhat glaring on the white floor.

Gin opened the door and walked out.

At the stairs, the man hidden in the shadows leaned against the wall. When Gin and he crossed paths, he asked, "Was it painful for him to leave?"

Gin ignored him and left the office.

The man who remained in the shadows gritted his teeth and sobbed.

The sky turned overcast again, with dark clouds covering the sky.