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

The crisis is not over.

Gin pulled the trigger without hesitation, and the cold Beretta fired a hot bullet, killing the man who was not yet dead.

He pointed the gun at the dying Matsushita Masaharu.

The latter was already squirming with difficulty due to excessive blood loss. He knew that escaping was a daydream, but he still did it.

Suddenly, Masaharu Matsushita felt a sharp pain in his heart. He blinked slowly and saw his companion who had clearly left appear in front of him.

All this happened in an instant. Gin put away his gun with a cold face and looked at Vodka.

Vodka hadn't yet recovered from the sudden situation and stood there in shock.

For the first time, Gin felt that Vodka needed rigorous training.

He narrowed his eyes dangerously and gave the order in a cold voice: "Retreat immediately!"

"Yes!"

Vodka realized the seriousness of the situation and drove the Porsche over without stopping.

"Chianti, there is an emergency, take Cohen away immediately."

After getting in the car, Gin immediately notified the two snipers who were ambushing on the top of the highest warehouse to retreat.

Qian Yuanqiu leaned his head against the car window, feeling somewhat exhausted.

He was shot in the left abdomen. You couldn't tell how much blood he was bleeding because he was wearing a black sweatshirt, but you could tell how serious the blood loss was from his pale face.

"This will at least shake Gin's heart, right?"

Qian Yuanqiu was extremely weak. Although he deliberately calculated the trajectory of the ballistic weapon to make the wound look very serious, it was not actually life-threatening.

But it really hurts.

Yes, Qianyuan Qiu noticed that the man's eyes narrowed before he fired the gun.

He didn't say it, but monitored his every move.

What happened next was as Chihara Aki expected. He blocked a bullet for Gin.

"But I can't see anything."

Noah was a little worried. He scanned Gin's facial expression through Chihara Aki's gaze.

But the man looked indifferent and remained silent.

Noah couldn't even catch the slightest micro-expression. In the database, this expression was called indifference.

But he calmly treated the wound and remained unmoved even though his hands were covered in blood.

No worry, no pity, no anger.

Qian Yuanqiu said: "This is enough."

After all, he is the only one who can ask Brother Gin to bandage people's wounds.

Vodka smelled the increasingly strong smell of blood, and rushed to the secret hospital in the base at full speed.

While waiting for the doctor's diagnosis, Gin took off his bloodstained coat and washed the dried blood off his hands.

Under the cold light, Gin looked at himself in the mirror.

He is a loner, cold-blooded and heartless, but still the familiar him.

The bright red color on my hands faded, but the waves in my heart could not return to calm.

He closed his eyes, and when he opened them again, his dark green pupils reflected a cold inorganic light.

When Vodka saw his eldest brother coming back, he stepped forward and relayed the doctor's diagnosis: "Ramos is lucky. He just lost too much blood, but his internal organs were not injured."

"Where are the others?" Gin looked around but did not see the young man.

"The doctor said that I need to clean the wound to prevent infection. I'm in the operating room now."

Gin asked: "How long will it take to heal?"

"2-3 months. He can't be sent on missions for the time being."

Vodka pursed his lips, and his big sunglasses also expressed his sadness.

Afterwards, he found out that the man was able to succeed by using his shielding, and he once again blamed himself for Qian Yuanqiu's injury.

"...Vodka, you stay."

After getting the answer, Gin left Vodka behind and drove away alone in the Porsche.

It was late at night and there were no vehicles on the road. Gin opened the car window and let the wind blow in to help him wake up.

What happened today has already exceeded his understanding as a killer.

The young man's action of blocking the gun was so natural that there was no hesitation or delay at all.

why?

Gin's eyes were gloomy, his pupils were as dark as ink, and unfathomable.

After a moment, he looked at the bag beside him.

The Porsche's engine suddenly roared, the front of the car changed direction, leaving behind a scarlet taillight, and disappeared into the dark night.

When Gin returned to the safe house, the stars and the moon gradually disappeared, and the sky turned pale.

He felt a slight vibration in his pocket and pulled out his phone, looking at the caller.

"What's the matter?" Gin's voice was hoarse due to a sleepless night.

He put the bag in his hand on the table and took off his hat which was a little damp.

Vermouth's tone was uniquely lazy: "Gin, I heard that Ramos was injured?"

"Oh, you're not the type to care about others."

Gin sat down on the sofa, pinching the bridge of his nose with one hand to relieve his inner restlessness.

He said impatiently: "Vermouth, I told you not to test me."

"......" Vermouth seemed to sigh softly and compromised: "Sorry, I just don't want to reveal too much."

"You've exposed enough to get you killed a hundred times if I report it to that person."

"Thank you so much, it was a great decision to choose you as my ally."

Even so, Vermouth still did not give up trying——

Gin has not yet agreed to an alliance between the two.

But this time the man didn't speak.

"Ah?" Vermouth on the other end of the phone noticed the unusual silence. She immediately stopped what she was doing and sat up straight.

But before she could feel happy about it, Gin's unkind rejection came again: "Vermouth, put away your unrealistic fantasies."

"How is it unrealistic?" Vermouth leaned back in his chair with some disappointment and continued to lobby:

"You are the one and only 'perfect person', and I am the one and only 'immortal'. Not to mention destroying the experiment, even destroying... the organization is more than enough."

The woman's eyes were rolling around, full of calculation.

Every time in the laboratory, she could clearly see the disgust in Gin's eyes.

"Gin, I want to remind you that someone asked me for the organization's experimental site before."

Vermouth tried to raise the stakes and make Gin realize the urgency of the situation. "I don't know who that person is or which force he belongs to. But if he is coming for the organization, how long can you stay under this big tree?"

"Did you give it to me?" Gin asked directly, ignoring the woman's aggressive questioning.

"..."

Vermouth was blocked in one breath.

How could she say this!

"Has he been caught?"

Gin let out a mocking laugh, which sounded very harsh to Vermouth.

"You are always calculating, but now you are being calculated by others. How does it feel?"

Gin did not miss the rare opportunity to laugh at Vermouth and continued to speak.

This bad tone made Vermouth angry. She maintained a nonchalant tone and said, "Although you refused to cooperate, we both share the same aversion to the experiment."

Gin knew what she was going to say, and he sneered: "Don't worry, I won't tell that person about your actions."

"Ha." After getting the answer she wanted, Vermouth hung up the phone.

The cooperation negotiations with Gin were completely broken down, but fortunately, she still had the "Silver Bullet".