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

The moon was already high in the sky when Gin came out, and Vodka drove him back to the safe house.

"I'll leave Itakura Taku to you."

The Porsche was moving at high speed on the road at night. The street lights shone through the car window onto Gin, flickering.

"Tell him to make the software as soon as possible, and you decide how to do it."

"Okay, brother." Vodka responded.

This safe house is located on the outskirts of the city. Due to its remote location, there are not many residents nearby.

"Brother, I'll leave first."

When they arrived at the safe house, Vodka parked the Porsche in the garage and drove away in an ordinary black car next to it.

The snow had stopped. Gin looked around vigilantly and made sure there was nothing unusual before walking into the house on the snow.

The leather soles made a crunching sound as they rubbed against the snow.

The tightly closed curtains blocked the faint light reflected from the snow outside the window, and the room was pitch black, with no sight of one's hand in front of one's face.

When the homeowner opened the door, a faint light came in from the door frame, illuminating the outline of the entrance.

Gin pressed the switch, and the lit incandescent light dispelled the chill of the darkness.

He took off his heavy coat and hat and hung them on the hanger at the door, leaving only the Beretta behind.

Gin's image in the organization is that of a tireless, cold-blooded machine. Being busy with work is his normal life, but he can't escape from his human body after all. The quiet night is his rare rest time after work.

I haven't been back to this safe house for a long time, and the refrigerator is still empty as it was when I left last time.

Gin sent a message to Vodka asking him to send something over tomorrow morning.

There was no heating in the room because Gin felt that warmth would lower his vigilance.

The experiments performed on him would also protect him from the stiffness caused by the cold.

Having walked on the edge of a knife for so many years, he can no longer live like a normal person and he has long lost his qualifications.

After quickly washing away his fatigue, Gin finally had the leisure to sit on the bed.

But he opened the task list and looked at the next plan.

I don't know how long it took before the room returned to darkness.

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Gin opened his eyes on time because of his biological clock. He knew it was five o'clock in the morning without looking at the time.

This is a habit he has maintained since training.

After washing up, Gin received a call from Vodka:

"Sorry, big brother. There was something strange about the previous mission that I need to verify. Can I ask Ramos to deliver the things?"

"Ah."

Gin agreed, his deep voice carrying an imperceptible laziness.

Not long after, there was a knock on the door. Gin opened the door only after confirming that it was someone.

Qian Yuanqiu stood at the door carrying two large bags and greeted him energetically: "Good morning, Brother Gin."

After entering the room, Qian Yuanqiu looked around the room calmly.

The layout of the house is one bedroom and one living room. The small space seems a bit empty against the simple furniture. The utensils in the kitchen are as new as new, and some have not even been unpacked.

The only two things that were functioning properly were the fridge for storage and the microwave for convenient heating.

He glanced at the bloody gauze on the table that had not been cleaned yet. The blood color was particularly glaring in his eyes.

Qian Yuanqiu placed the instant food and fresh ingredients in the bag neatly in the refrigerator, and placed the remaining daily necessities in their respective places according to their types.

Although there are not many things, it adds a bit of life.

During this time, Gin sat on the sofa and watched the young man running around with an indifferent expression.

Vodka doesn't do any of these meaningless things.

Seeing Chihara Aki's satisfied look, Gin couldn't help but interrupt him: "I don't come here often, so it's useless to prepare these."

Chihara Aki didn't care about the coldness in Gin's tone.

"I asked Vodka, Gin will be staying here for the next few days while he recovers from his injury."

Gin didn't respond. He took out a rice ball and prepared to put it in the microwave to heat it up, but was unexpectedly stopped by the young man.

Gin looked at Chihara Aki unkindly. He didn't like others interfering in his life.

"Gin, just eating rice balls is not good for wound healing."

Chihara Aki looked serious, his eyes fixed on the location of Gin's wound.

"Ok?"

Gin looked back at the ingredients he had just put into the refrigerator and suddenly realized something.

Is this the reason why Ramos bought the ingredients?

But Gin didn't need it. He felt that Ramos was too nosy and he didn't need anyone's advice about his health.

After Gin heated up the rice balls in the microwave, he walked straight to the sofa and sat down, and shouted to drive them away: "You can leave now."

Qian Yuanqiu silently took out the ingredients from the refrigerator, walked into the kitchen and closed the door.

Gin, who was left in the living room, had his pupils slightly dilated and looked over with a little surprise.

Gin doesn't hate members having their own unique personalities because he is confident enough to control them, and he hates mysticism because it is difficult to grasp their minds.

But this time Gin felt out of control, and he hated being out of control.

Gin exuded dissatisfaction. He stood up and walked to the kitchen door. Just as he was about to pull the handle, the door opened from the inside.

Chihara Aki walked out with his eyes downcast, and was startled by Gin who was blocking the door.

"Ah, Gin-nii."

He raised his head and looked at the familiar yet unfamiliar pair of dark green pupils hidden under the silver hair, which were now looking at him indifferently.

Chihara Aki pursed his lips. He knew that his behavior just now was challenging Gin's bottom line. If he was just an ordinary member of the organization, he would obey Gin's orders.

But he is not.

He couldn't allow Gin to be so harsh on him.

"I cooked the udon, put the ingredients in, and just turn off the heat after 5 minutes."

Chihara Aki raised his head slightly and met Gin's gloomy expression again.

"Then I'll go first."

He suppressed the sour emotions in his heart, looked away first, and passed by Gin.

"Stay here first, there are tasks to be arranged."

Before he had gone far, Gin suddenly spoke up to stop him.

Chihara Aki stood there in a daze, turned back in disbelief, blinked at Gin, who walked to the sofa and sat down again with an expressionless face.

Qian Yuanqiu understood the situation and said nothing more. He returned to the kitchen humming a tune.

He was pressed for time just now and only cooked the noodles, so now he wanted to make something richer, just like what Sister Ling made for him when he was a child.

Suddenly, the atmosphere in the room became peaceful, and the steam from the kitchen spread out, forming a misty cloud, lingering in the cold room.

Gin suppressed the weirdness in his heart and focused his attention on the plan for the next mission.

The steaming rice ball lay alone on the table, forgotten.

Chihara Aki opened two sets of bowls and chopsticks and placed the prepared udon noodles on the dining table.

Gin appeared silently behind him, staring at the two bowls of steaming noodles on the table.

He was hesitating.

As a killer, he should always be vigilant, especially when it comes to food.