【Comprehensive Anime】Gender-swapped Tomie is a popular figure

Gin never pays attention to these miscellaneous things. He has a weird personality, looks down on everyone, and is very cold to others, including Vermouth.

He looks down on everyone but respects his boss the most.

Because Karasuma Renya gave him a new life. It was he who picked up Kurosawa Jin from the slums and trained him into the current Gin.

The ruthless killer actually values ​​friendship and loyalty so much. I have to say, this contrast is really cute.

Now, Gin is going to the bar to find his subordinate, who is also an intelligence dealer.

Although his intuition told him that his men might not be able to find any useful information, he still decided to go and meet the other party.

After all, any news could be the most critical step.

Gin thought about it, without stopping, and quickly pushed open the door of the bar.

The lights in the bar were dim and the music was blaring.

The moment he pushed open the door, Gin heard music exploding in his ears, as if it was going to break through his eardrums. His expression remained unchanged as he scanned the scene inside.

The center of the dance floor was crowded with people, many of whom were swaying and twisting to the music. In the dimly lit booths, there were even people hugging each other after they fell in love.

The mafia's indulgence and entertainment have crossed the bottom line, and the bar is the cleanest place.

Gin pulled the brim of his hat and walked straight to the bar.

There was no hindrance to his murderous and cold aura, as if he had just walked out of a mountain of corpses and had been there for a long time.

"I want a Martini." (Martini, the world's most popular cocktail)

"okay."

When the bartender saw Gin sitting down, his hands had already started moving.

He swirled the small glass in his hand skillfully, then quickly took out a bottle of gin and a bottle of dry vermouth and poured them into the cocktail glass.

During the mixing process, the bartender kept observing the gin, and there seemed to be something else hidden in his eyes.

He held up the glass and asked, "The base liquor is still gin and a slice of lemon, right?"

Gin remained silent, he knew that the bartender's question did not require his response.

The bartender had already memorized his habits, and the man was also his subordinate.

If a person does not do his job while in office, he deserves to die.

Seeing that Gin didn't say anything, the bartender's expression remained unchanged, as if nothing had happened just now, and he continued with his actions naturally.

When Gin was the only one left at the bar, the bartender pushed the martini he had prepared to Gin and whispered in his ear, "Boss."

Gin took the glass without saying a word, put it to his lips and took a sip with an expressionless face.

Feeling the spicy factor flowing freely in his mouth, completely suppressing the irritability in his heart, he slowly swallowed it.

After a while, Gin finally spoke: "Investigate someone for me, Tomie Kawakami."

The bartender was slightly startled, as he felt that the name was somewhat familiar. However, he quickly regained his composure and nodded, "Yes."

Gin did not miss the pause in the bartender's hand, and glanced at him sharply with his dark green pupils.

"Why, do you know something?"

The bartender nodded awkwardly, trying to find something familiar.

After finally figuring out where the sense of familiarity came from, he immediately put down the cup he was wiping and bent down to search in the cabinet.

Soon, he took out an old newspaper, confirmed that it was it, and stretched it out in front of Gin.

"Boss, this painter is called Kawakami Tomie. Look, although the report said the transaction amount of the work was as high as one million, the signature of this work is Kawakami Tomie."

The bartender pointed to the headline and said.

Gin looked over and saw the words "Kawakami Tomie" in small print on the painting.

Is Tomie Kawakami a painter or just a name?

Gin was not sure. He had only met Kawakami Tomie twice from beginning to end and knew nothing else.

But judging from Tomie Kawakami's temperament, he is definitely not short of money, and even has a noble status.

Even without money, you can't have the temperament he has.

Maybe he really is a painter, at least on the surface.

He became interested and began to observe the painting with a scrutinizing eye.

The painting printed in the old black and white newspaper was also in black and white. Gin combined it with the report entry to realize that it was an oil painting, an oil painting centered on a black crow, and the picture was eerie and dark.

The report also said that the painting can be compared to Van Gogh's "Crows over a Wheat Field" and is a well-deserved work of art.

This newspaper is from 1960, which is too old and doesn't match the current time.

That's the namesake.

Gin ruled out one guess and looked at the black crow with an inexplicable expression.

He knew that the organization's alias was the Raven Legion, with crow symbols everywhere on the walls and members all dressed in black.

Even the boss particularly likes the crow logo.

So who was the buyer of this painting?

The newspaper did not reveal the final buyer of the painting, but simply exaggerated and emphasized the exquisiteness of the painting and the astonishing auction price in order to attract readers' attention and satisfy people's curiosity.

This is what makes Gin so strange. He tapped lightly on the newspaper in his hand, causing the bar to make several crisp and rhythmic sounds.

The bartender stood obediently aside, quietly waiting for the boss' instructions.

After a while, Gin folded the newspaper and put it in his pocket.

His deep voice carried an unquestionable majesty: "Within two days, collect all the information related to Kawakami Tomie, without missing a single one."

"Yes."

Gin said, before downing the rest of his martini.

He was about to leave the bar when an arm blocked his way.

The arm was slender and white, with white gloves on the fingertips. It was obvious that it was a woman's arm.

Gin looked at the bold arm and knew who it was.

It's Vermouth...

In the organization, she should be called Absinthe.

This woman was always different from the others. She dared to go against him, but she couldn't be killed easily.

Gin looked out from under his hat brim, with a hint of gloom, and said coldly: "Get out of the way!"

Vermouth looked at the gloomy man in front of her who was tightly wrapped in black clothes. The corners of her mouth rose slightly. She slowly retracted her arm and chuckled.

She was a very beautiful woman, with long curly light blonde hair cascading down her shoulders like a waterfall. Her eyes were deep and mysterious, and her light grey pupils were like a deep pool, making them unfathomable.

Her skin is as white as snow, her lips are painted with bright lipstick, and her hot body exudes the charm of a mature woman, revealing her royal sister style.

Her laughter is full of intellectuality, charm and allure.

"Isn't this Gin? What a rare guest."

Vermouth said this, and was about to put her white-gloved hand on Gin's shoulder.

Before she was about to touch him, Gin slapped her hand away and looked at her with a little annoyance.

"Stay away from me, your perfume is irritating me."

As if he was really smoked, Gin pulled his collar up a little.

Vermouth's expression remained unchanged. She blinked her beautiful big eyes and covered her aching hand, rubbing it deliberately and making a sound.

"Gin, you hurt me, why don't you compensate me? For example, go on an adult date with me~"

As he said this, he was about to reach out and grab Gin's collar.

Pushed away by Gin with a gun.

Gin looked at her unkindly, "What on earth are you going to do? I think we should not socialize."

Vermouth, the lone ranger who collected intelligence and the annoying woman of questionable identity, had absolutely no intersection with him, except that she brought orders from the boss.

Looking at her now, Gin knew clearly that she was pretending.

How could the absinthe of the organization, the boss's most trusted person, be so unbearable from the pain of being hit?

She would even come up to him and flirt with him every time she saw him, and she couldn't be driven away.

There seems to be some kind of obsession.

Gin didn't want to guess what Vermouth was obsessed with, he said with disgust and wanted to walk around her.

"I don't care what you want to do, just stay out of my way."

Vermouth calmly withdrew her hand, her beautiful eyes looking forward, "If this is the boss's order, then we can have a relationship now."

Gin stopped walking.

"explain."

Vermouth pretended to be sad again, "Look at you, a workaholic. Can't you treat me with the same enthusiasm as you treat your work? You are too cold to me."

"My job is to kill people. Do you want me to do that?"

Gin said sinisterly, raised his feet and leaned on the bar, and ordered another martini. The bartender stood beside him, acting as a transparent person dutifully.

Vermouth also ordered a glass, "A glass of vermouth, with wine as the base."

The bartender worked tirelessly to prepare it for her.

"Hey," Vermouth sighed softly and looked at Gin beside her, "Of course I can't let you die. You have more value when you're alive."

Gin still didn't fall for her flirting and warned, "You'd better tell me the boss's orders quickly. My time is precious."

"Okay," Vermouth stroked her hair and looked at Gin with a deeply affectionate look.

But in fact, there was no love in her eyes, she was just teasing.

She said slowly, "The boss asked you to get ready to receive a distinguished guest."

Gin asked: "Who?"

"A distinguished guest from our house. I don't know who he is, but he specifically asked to see Gin, you."

Gin took a sip of his martini and said in a flat voice, "Why do you want to see me?"

Vermouth's drink was almost ready. She stared at the bartender as he mixed the cocktail and spoke to Gin.

"The organization wants to purchase a batch of new arms. Unfortunately, we don't have control over the smuggling route, so we can only cooperate with the rival zoo. They think the price we offer is too low, so they put forward two demands."

"What's the other request?"

Vermouth signaled him to be patient, "Listen to me slowly. The second request is to see you by name, and the first one is to ambush and kill Kudo Shinichi."

"I believe you have received the order to capture Kudo Shinichi alive, right? Although the boss has not agreed to their conditions, no one will refuse the information that is delivered for free. The boss issued the order to capture him alive as a test."

Gin drank the martini in the glass in one gulp, then put the glass heavily on the table, with his head lowered so that his expression could not be seen clearly.

His tone was equally unclear, "So?"

Vermouth took her cup leisurely and took a sip. "So, the news is correct. The boss will definitely consider these two conditions, but he will bargain for a while. I guess you still need to entertain that distinguished guest."

"I just came to remind you, don't scare people away."

Gin sneered, still holding his beloved gun in his hand, examining it in front of him.

"I want to see who dares to let me receive him. Are you not afraid of death?"

Vermouth knew that he was angry and continued to fan the flames, "Maybe they want to see the heroic appearance of our organization's senior officials? Our Gin has to serve them."

Gin's slightly murderous gaze immediately fell on Vermouth.

"If you talk any more, you won't have to use your tongue anymore."

Vermouth didn't care and looked at the bartender with a hunting gaze.

"You make really good cocktails. Can you teach me the proportions?"

Gin snorted coldly, then stood up and left.

It's time for him to meet the boss.