Conan: About the fact that I have a black brother

Gin didn't understand.

Really, you asked him to collect intelligence a few years later, even though you killed him later.

Jundu thought to himself, what a heartless man.

Sensing Gin's probing eyes, Cointreau had no desire to explain. He stood up and said, "Dutch Gin, the alcohol content is too high. Be careful not to get drunk."

He walked away without noticing Gin's fierce look for a moment.

Gin's eagle-like eyes looked fiercely in the direction of Cointreau, but the moment he saw clearly, an indescribable tremor instantly spread through his heart. He saw that beside Cointreau's not particularly broad back, there seemed to be a phantom that was there and not there.

Gin stared at the receding figure with his eyes wide open, feeling an inexplicable panic and uneasiness in his heart. He subconsciously opened his mouth and shouted in a voice that was almost like a roar: "Where are you going? ... When will you come back?"

But that person seemed to have not heard anything at all. He did not stop at all, and did not even turn his head. He just walked straight into the elevator in silence.

As the elevator door slowly closed, Gin's question was ruthlessly blocked outside the cold iron door.

Gin felt as if his heart was being tightly grasped by an invisible hand, making it almost impossible for him to breathe. Anger, loss, despair and other emotions intertwined together, surging into his heart like a volcanic eruption.

Finally, unable to suppress his inner anger any longer, Gin raised his fist and smashed it hard against the wine glass on the table beside him. With a crisp "crash" sound, the wine glass instantly broke into countless pieces and flew everywhere, and his hand was also cut by the flying glass shards, leaving blood all over it.

But at this moment, he no longer cared about the pain. He just stared blankly at the closed elevator door, his eyes full of pain and confusion.

When Cointreau returned to the ground, he heard the sound of gin and recognized the type of gin.

Hollands.

Gin's hatred for me hasn't diminished at all!

Thinking of this, Cointreau couldn't help but sigh deeply. But it didn't matter, because after this action, it was hard to say whether Gin would have a chance to see him in the organization. In this way, it could be regarded as his wish come true.

As Jundu thought this, he sighed heavily again and slowly got into the car.

At this moment, his mobile phone screen lit up, indicating that he had received a message from an informant.

When I opened it, it clearly stated: According to reliable information, the Metropolitan Police Department is very likely to send personnel to intercept intelligence.

Jundu read the message expressionlessly and deleted it without hesitation. Then, the corners of his mouth slightly raised, revealing a cold smile, and he secretly mocked himself in his heart: "Humph, these guys only know how to use this method. They don't even treat their own people as human beings. How can they be better than the Black Organization?"

As for who the person who came to intercept was... I think I scolded my brother as well. Well, my brother is a man of sacrifice, but in this world...

Jundu chuckled.

Let's end it soon. He misses home.

[The host is detected to have a tendency to self-destruct. Do you want to open the right to use the new body?]

Jundu was startled, but he quickly realized that it was not the system in his brother that was twitching, so he calmed down and said, "Go away, it's not necessary."

The electronic sound quickly faded away.

Jundu called out again tentatively: "System?"

However, there was total silence all around him, and apart from his own breathing and heartbeat, he could not hear any other sounds.

"It's indeed artificial intelligence." Jundu gritted his teeth.

He dialed Bourbon's number: "New mission."

=======

BGM: How come I feel heartache again in an instant~~

Gin OOC apologizes.

One thinks that the other hates him/her, and the other thinks that the other (in the previous life) doesn’t care about him/her.