Gin doesn't want to work hard

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Kurosawa then said in a serious tone.

"Yes, Boss, everything is fine with the organization, there's nothing unusual."

Upon hearing his answer, the Boss fell silent again.

Gin's answer...

Although it felt like a read-and-reply message, the Boss patiently repeated his question and emphasized the subject.

"No, Gin, I'm asking about you. How are you?"

There was a moment of silence on the other end of the phone, followed by Gin's slightly stiff voice.

"……I am fine."

Perhaps realizing the inappropriateness of his tone, Gin added.

"Do you need me to update you on my recent itinerary?"

Gin seems to be overcomplicating the issue.

The boss sighed.

He really just wanted to check on his subordinates' situation.

Gin doesn't seem to be good at chatting.

But when Boss thought about Gin's usual workload, he felt that he couldn't blame Gin.

After all, he's either doing missions or on his way to do missions every day.

There's already so little time available to communicate with people.

There are few people he can communicate with.

Vodka was the only one who stayed by his side.

But according to Boss, Gin usually only uses vodka as his driver.

Asking Gin to chat with a driver... that's just impossible.

Perhaps this was the first time for Gin to have such a casual, everyday chat.

The boss suddenly understood Gin's mental issues.

Anyone who kills people every day and doesn't communicate with others would develop mental problems, right?

The fact that Gin didn't go berserk and blow everyone up already shows that he has a strong will.

Thinking of this, the Boss's long-dormant conscience suddenly ached a little.

He lost interest in chatting.

As for Gin's condition...

Gin is able to remain normal when he is around him.

that's enough.

The boss didn't insist on anything else.

He's the organization's top killer after all, what's wrong with giving him some freedom?

Gin's contributions to the organization are more than enough for him to have this power.

But to prevent Gin from actually blowing himself up, Boss decided to distract Gin.

"The organization has developed many weapons. You can apply to use them for any mission that requires their assistance."

"I have granted you the relevant permissions."

"Yes, Boss."

Although he didn't know the Boss's intentions, it didn't affect him at all, and Kurosawa responded quickly.

The Boss nodded secretly upon hearing this.

If Gin is interested, that's good.

The organization has many novel weapons.

If he can make Gin less obsessed with bombs, then his goal can be considered achieved.

The boss sighed again.

He poured too much into Gin, and before he knew it, Gin had become an indispensable part of the organization.

Gin absolutely cannot be allowed to get into trouble until someone can replace him.

But if they want to find someone to replace Gin...

Forget it, he should think about how to make Gin live longer.

The boss hung up the phone in silence.

……

Hearing the beeping sound in his ear, Kurosawa put down his phone.

I don't know what the Boss was imagining, but he suddenly gave him access to the armory.

This weapons depot does not refer to a weapons depot in a specific base.

It encompasses the entire organization's research and development, and even weapons under development.

This includes, but is not limited to, various firearms, armed helicopters, and bomb-laden submarines.

Give him this permission.

It's useful, but not that useful.

He doesn't need it yet, at least not for the time being.

As for whether it will be used later, that's a matter for later.

Kurosawa put his phone away, putting the matter out of his mind, and continued playing his game.

Outside the door, Vodka yawned, looking slightly bored.

Footsteps approached from afar, and Vodka quickly stood up straight and turned to look.

However, the few who had been abandoned at the training ground by Kurosawa were finally discovered.

God knows the horror the people in the base felt after discovering the five codenamed members lying dead.

If Vermouth and Chianti hadn't been awake and stopped them, the people who discovered them would probably have already pressed the button that signaled an enemy invasion.

Although they were curious about what had happened, under the cold gazes of Vermouth and the other person, the people at the base did not dare to ask any questions. Instead, they carefully carried the person to the treatment area inside the base.

That is, where Kurosawa and Vodka are at this moment.

Vodka watched as Vermouth and the others were carried over on stretchers, and clicked his tongue in amazement.

He can't even walk anymore... Big brother really went all out!

"and many more!"

Vermouth noticed Vodka standing in the doorway and called out to stop the two men carrying her.

"Vodka?"

She glanced at the room behind Vodka.

"Is Gin inside?"

Vodka kept a straight face and didn't answer.

Vermouth didn't seem to care.

She was just asking casually.

As for whether Gin is inside, isn't it obvious at a glance?