GBP Chapter 211 You call this exchanging feelings?
Chapter 211 You call this exchanging feelings?
Medical staff have already removed the clothing from Vienna's wound and are performing on-site suturing; it looks horrifying.
But what's even more crucial is "that thing" that makes the eldest brother value it so much.
Vodka looked towards the corner, where a half-person-high blue suitcase lay bulging on the ground, stained with blood, and tied with several bows of hemp rope. An A4 sheet of white paper with "Mission Objective" written on it was pasted on the surface, which was undeniably perfunctory.
A convoy arrived late, and waiters pulled a one-cubic-meter metal box from a specially made vehicle disguised as a refrigerated truck, leading the procession in. The silent convoy moved through the snow, huddled in a corner, awaiting Gin's instructions.
“It’s alright, I’ve weakened it to the point where it’s temporarily harmless.” Sometime later, Kuromon Haruya, who had been dozing on the sofa, was standing behind Vodka and casually rested his hand on his shoulder: “We can open the box and verify it again if needed.”
"No need." Gin took the infrared scanning ray handed to him by his subordinate. No matter how much "restrained affection" Kuromon Haruya exerted, he did not make sarcastic remarks or take the initiative to distance himself.
This made Haruya Kuromon feel somewhat uncomfortable.
Something's not right. Why is Gin being so gentle with me today? He's even patiently waiting for me to wake up. Could someone have disguised him?
The scent of the soul remained unchanged, leaving Kuromon Haruya even more perplexed. He tentatively raised his hand to place it on Gin's shoulder... only to have it gently slapped away.
hiss~
He gasped, momentarily unsure whether the black bear was more terrifying or the kind and gentle Gin.
Bathed in Butbel's increasingly intrusive gaze, Gin took a deep breath, suppressing the urge to draw his gun, and patiently asked, "So what were that gentleman's orders?"
Gin recalled Vermouth's inexplicable message not long ago: 'Butbelle isn't the boss, but he and the boss are similar in some ways... (laughs)'
...I wonder what clues she has uncovered this time; what an annoying mystic.
For forty years, that man had been pursuing rumors related to the occult, appearing and disappearing like a dragon. Now that his carefully planted pawn had finally reaped some rewards, he couldn't possibly remain indifferent.
Ultimately, Kuromon Haruya was essentially that man's toy. He and Vermouth merely made a tentative attempt to snatch him away, and that man, as always, relinquished him with an attitude of "not caring about anything." It was only out of respect for that man that Gin tolerated Kuromon Haruya; anyone else would have been thrown into Tokyo Bay to feed the fish long ago.
"Instructions? What instructions?"
After a second of stunned silence, Kuromon Haruya finally understood why he was behaving so strangely—he was waiting for my command!
I was terrified! I thought my disguise had been exposed! I almost didn't dare to tease my son anymore.
With an elegant and mature smile, Kuromon Haruya took out her phone to check in front of Gin, knowingly asking, "The boss really didn't send me anything. If you need, I can try emailing the boss right now?"
Click. The one who responded to Haruya Kuromon was his old friend Beretta.
Wow~ Did Jin-chan just get her hair done? It's all so frizzy and cute!
Forced to retreat by the murderous intent, Kuromon Haruya backed down and put his arm around Vodka's shoulder, indicating that he would not say another word.
"Heh." Gin walked slowly up to him, coldly raising his gun and asking, "Butbel, what do you want?"
"Gin, what are you saying..."
Bang!
Haruya Kuromon released his grip and dodged the incoming bullet, but the distance was too close, and a scratch was still left on the side of his face.
"Big brother!" Freed from his restraints, Vodka ran back to Gin, tears streaming down his face, to complain: "He was groping me from behind, touching my back and spine! He definitely wanted to kill me!"
"Don't be so serious, that's an exaggeration."
The wounds healed in an instant. Kuromon Haruya rubbed the spot where the pain lingered with his fingertips and whispered, "I just wanted to scare him."
As the dark clouds swept by, the moonlight shone even further. Vodka saw that his face appeared normal, but his eyes were downcast, inexplicably revealing a sense of fatigue.
Gin remained silent, only gripping the gun tighter: "Put the gun down."
Oh dear, Jin-chan found out.
As killing intent surged, Kuromon Haruya licked his teeth, narrowed his eyes, and suddenly felt a surge of interest. A thought popped into his mind: How long has it been since they last contacted each other as father and son?
He raised his hands, slowly and deliberately unloaded the gun, and stepped on it with his heel. With a push of his ankle, the pistol slid down the gleaming tile floor with a crisp scraping sound—
*Clang!* The dagger held upright in front of his right eye deflected the bullet.
Standing leisurely between the sights, Kuromon Haruya feinted past the bullet, then shook his aching left hand with satisfaction.
'It's been a long time since I've stretched my muscles, so I'll relax a little more.' I thought to myself, but a hint of excitement flashed in my eyes.
The next moment, he suddenly exerted force with his feet and rushed towards the light and shadow at an extremely fast speed!
Before Vodka could react, his older brother kicked him away. The ghostly attack was barely dodged, and when he looked up again, a figure was already fixed in the spot where he had just been standing.
Seeing him pause briefly due to missing his target, a second shot followed. Kuromon Haruya stood still and took the hit head-on, but continued his attack without a care, thrusting his hand at Gin's face.
Gin's expression turned cold. The effect of the first few shots was merely to restrict his subsequent movements. Subduing him was a given. The problem lay in Butber's condition.
He took a half-step back, narrowly missing the blade, and parried with a flick of his wrist, the muzzle of his gun precisely blocking the next thrust. He followed up with a swift and clean side kick, instantly widening the gap between them, but also further confirming his suspicions.
A meter away, Kuromon Haruya released his right hand from his left abdomen, and blood gushed out instantly. The wound continued to burn with pain, and although it took a long time to heal, it somewhat alleviated the original phantom pain.
“You are conscious,” Gin stated calmly.
If Butber truly intended to rebel, he wouldn't have kicked away the pistol at the beginning. In a gunfight standoff, he would have ordered the other members present to assist in suppressing the attack, rather than handling it himself. Therefore, Butber's actions were simply intended to engage him in combat.
"That's really perceptive."
With a sigh of utter disinterest, Kuromon Haruya swayed for a moment before regaining his footing, a faint smile playing on his lips, and approached step by step: "However, you're wrong about one thing. I am seeking clarity."
He gasped for breath as he curiously examined Gin's pistol: "These bullets are for our special operations, right? What are they called? And... can they really kill me?"
Gin, if that day ever comes, I hope you will be the silver bullet that kills with a single shot.
Words I don't want to recall come to mind again.
"Very good," Gin thought to himself, "I understand what Vermouth meant by 'certain similarities'."