【Ruijin】Top Secret Mission

Beef hamburgers, double cheese pizza, still crispy French fries, and the milk that Kim specially heated for Gray.

It wasn't a big dinner at first, but because the two of them were thinking about their own thoughts, the meal was a bit depressing.Only the sound of chewing and pendulum echoed in the ears of the two in the whole room.Kim watched as Gray slowly swallowed the pizza in his mouth and handed over a new slice.

The two touched fingertips in the heated room, but they only felt cold.

"Are you working overtime alone today?"

Jin wiped the oil off his fingers with a napkin, and raised questions as if he was talking casually.He lowered his head to look at the ketchup in his hand, and heard Gray's chewing sound faltered, and half a beat later, the other party answered plainly.

"No, with my colleagues."

"Oh, are those...the ones who attended our wedding? I remember one named Leishi...and another named An?"

Gray picked up the glass.

"An Mixiu."

Kim's eyes were fixed unblinkingly on Gray's left hand. His husband was right-handed, and had been since they met as children.But when the people in front of him became strange, Jin realized that Gray's left hand didn't look "normal" at all.

It seems to be the dominant hand of ordinary people, and there are even obvious calluses on several joints.

The blue eyes dimmed again.

It seems that what he knows about Gray is not complete, far beyond his imagination.

"Yes, it's him, and they all worked overtime with you today?"

Gray didn't notice Jin's abnormality.

In other words, his attention was all on Jin's waist—his sitting posture today was a little awkward, and it seemed that the injured part was not as light as he said.Gray knew that Jin was a reckless person, but he also knew that Jin was not stupid enough to sprain his waist because of distraction.

And that place happened to be the part where he missed the infiltrator tonight.

The impulse that had been suppressed in his heart overflowed again, making Gray's throat dry, and his breathing became slow and heavy.

"Well, we worked overtime together." Gray took another sip of milk, and he sounded very sincere—if it wasn't for Jin's contact with An Mixiu during the mission today, he might not hesitate to believe Gray's words. a lie.

fraud.

Or was he right...?

This didn't seem to be a simple scam. Jin thought of Grey's left hand, that strange line, and the overlap between the time period of overtime work and the time period of the task...

On the surface of Jin, he looked calm and composed.

But Jin knew, and only he knew, that his internal organs were sinking, but his heartbeat was constantly accelerating.

"Is the injury serious, do you want to go to the hospital?"

"No need, it's just a small injury."

Gray put down the mug and twirled a French fries, but it took a long time to enter his mouth.Jin looked at Gray with some doubts, but found that Gray was staring at him with a slight frown, with surprise and thought in his eyes.

Jin was startled, and followed the other person's line of sight to look at his right ring finger—damn it, he hung his wedding ring around his neck and forgot to put it back on!

"Where's the ring?"

"It's hanging around my neck!... Uh, because I have to move things and run around today, I'm afraid I'll lose it..."

It's a very reluctant reason, of course Gray doesn't believe it.Kim is not at all good at lying, especially when it comes to him.Those quick-witted blue eyes were erratic at the moment, obviously telling Gray what he said was mixed.

Gray usually wouldn't expose those innocuous little lies, but he couldn't do it today.

It sounded harsh to ask.

"A wedding ring you've worn for seven years doesn't just drop."

"........."

Jin's expression froze on his face, looking pitiful and ridiculous.

"If you have to say it, the earrings I gave you are easier to fall off than the ring."

Instead of watching Jin frantically put on the ring again, Gray turned his attention to the purple ore earrings—a gift for the third anniversary of marriage, which Gray bought with his personal "savings" at the auction.

Just because this ore can see gold from a special angle.

Gray tried his best to ignore the fleeting purple gold when shooting, but it was too coincidental, the same overtime, blue eyes, special ore earrings, and injured side waist.

Grabbing the empty glass in front of him with his raised hand, Gray got up, walked past Jin into the kitchen, filled it with drinking water and returned to him again.

Walked quietly.

It is a unique skill in assassination.

Raise your hand and let go.

pat.

Jin didn't even look back to catch the falling glass, and the water that was almost overflowing didn't spill a single drop.

"gold."

"who are you."

The young man who had slept with him for seven years turned his head, and in his eyes was the frozen sea, leaving nothing but coldness.Jin tilted his head and pulled out a smile that couldn't be called "cute".

"That's what I want to ask you too."

"Grey."

Gray did not avoid Jin's sight, the purple stared straight into the blue, and the two were a little bit infected with killing intent.

When all the guesses were confirmed, the truth after tearing apart the lies brought a certain sense of refreshment to the two—the moment before the flesh thorn was pulled out fiercely and the blood overflowed, relief and despair came together.

Jin stood up slowly, lifted the glass in his hand to his mouth, and took a sip.

"Aren't you afraid that I'll poison you?" Gray stretched his hand to the side of his waist and took out a pistol under Jin Qingran's gaze, "Information thief."

"I tidy up the kitchen, and you're not good at it." Jin smiled and raised his glass, "Mr. Sniper."

"Smart. Much smarter than you usually are."

"You are also much more handsome than usual, dangerous and handsome."

So smart/handsome that I want to kill you.

Kim drew his own saber at the same time the trigger pulled—both of them hadn't disarmed because of tonight's suspicions, giving each other a new rage point right off the bat.

The glass was placed heavily on the dining table, the bullet was bounced off by the silver blade, and embedded in the wooden cabinet door beside it.

"Don't you always have such a dangerous weapon by your side at home?!"

"Hmph, your little toy has a high risk factor."

They avoided the dining room with a lot of furniture, and gradually shifted the battlefield to the relatively empty living room while dodging bullets.

"When did you join the organization? Why did you lie to me!"

"Reciprocity, you are a liar too! Sir!"

The two stepped quickly across the soft carpet where they hugged each other two days ago, and finally exchanged a wet kiss.Gray's gun was not aimed at Jin's vitals——Jin's figure was more flexible than he expected, and his hands were shaking so that he didn't dare to shoot randomly—he could only look at the person next to his pillow who knew the way. One rolled and hid in the partition area of ​​the sofa.

Well, damn it, Gray, you have to admit that you still don't believe that Jin is your colleague-or a member of a hostile organization.

He wished he could grit his teeth and give himself a slap to wake himself up first.

"Aren't you going to confess to me?"

Gray heard himself asking this question, and it was only after he said it that he realized that he was actually wronged (this word Gray never wanted to use it for himself in his life), as well as unwillingness and anger.

"You plan to hide it from me for the rest of your life, and then pretend to be an ordinary person to pretend to be such a ridiculous ordinary life?!"

"What about you! Don't you plan to do the same, why just blame me?!"

Jin, who was hiding behind the back of the sofa, bit his lip.

He may have been so angry that he couldn't control his emotions—Jin didn't expect Gray to shoot himself, even if the other party showed regretful eyes when he pulled the trigger, the bullets fired could not be recovered , like the water poured out, the love handed over.

Ha, love, ridiculous.

Lie to the one who loves you, and also to the one you love.

A day ago, they trusted each other and believed in each other's words.

But now, even a laugh, they can hear the meaning of mockery.

"I'm wondering now if you approached me deliberately for the organization!!"

Jin tasted the rusty smell of blood, his own, as if his heart was being held in someone's hand, and he was so uncomfortable that he couldn't sit still.He rushed out of the shadows, holding the handle of the saber with his backhand against the barrel of the gun that Gray was pointing at.

The sound of metal interacting makes one's teeth ache.

They were all exerting their strength, making each other's weapons click and click, but they never took their eyes off each other.

"You're going to kill me, and then what?!"

"I do not have!"

"Then what's in your hand? A gift for the seventh anniversary?!"

"That's because you don't let go of what's in your hand!"

Why are you lying to me?

Why? ! !

They've never stood so far away before -- breathing heavily into each other's faces, and as long as Gray is willing to bow his head, or Jin lifts his chin, they can give each other a soothing kiss, contented and comforted, like they used to.But no, they were neither kissed nor consoled.

The hot feeling began to cool down.

Gray and Jin are both killers, but the division of labor is completely different. In terms of physical strength, Gray is better.Jin might be able to hold on for another ten minutes, but his waist and abdomen were injured, and a large range of movements would involve that part of the muscles.

Gray swung Jin away, and with this force, Jin took a few steps back.They have changed from a dangerous distance that was close at hand to a "personal safety" distance.

The line of sight is still intertwined.

Everything is quiet now.

Neither the bullet in the gun barrel nor the knife in his hand flew out. The owners of this room locked each other's movements, and saw the emotion called hurt in each other's eyes.

Flashing on and off.

Only the needle planted in the living room is turning dutifully.

What else do you need to argue about?explain what?

Gray gritted his teeth, Jin frowned.

What are you waiting for?

Jin moved his steps, little by little, and finally stopped at the balcony.

They stared at each other speechlessly.

Jin blinked, and instantly turned his head and opened the French windows.

Gray's bullets were blocked by the bulletproof glass, and he could only watch the gold disappear into the window - he ran, but not far.

So Gray chased him out. He used the fast track hidden in his home (the original intention was to prevent the enemy from finding his home so that Jin could escape in time) to the garage, and skillfully inserted the key to start the engine.

But he couldn't press the gas pedal.

"...Damn it!"

The fist was smashed, and the harsh horn sounded in the garage.

Gray leaned on the steering wheel, his forehead was pressed against the cold inorganic matter, but he couldn't restrain what was hot in his heart.

"……gold……"

King only ran two blocks.

The winter night wind was biting, and he was only wearing a bulletproof vest and a home T-shirt. After the whole person stopped exercising, those chills that could not be ignored crawled up his back.

He squatted down, like a child who forgot to go home, curled up into a ball, and squatted on the side of the street.

He still held the military stab in his hand, but he never intended to stab Gray from the beginning—even though he had several chances to kill his husband with one blow.

The wound on the lip was open again.

"...Gerry..."

【TBC】