Gin Doesn’t Want to Play a Role

“Some people would rather die than become prisoners.”

When Gin pressed the base’s self-destruct button, determined to go to hell alongside the Organization

A cold mechanical voice tore through the roar of the explosion:

“Strong emotional fluctuations detected… System binding forced successfully.”

And so, three years after the distillery’s downfall, the former Top Killer was forced to embark on an absurd “triple life.”

Sickly young master [Kurosawa Jin]:

“Care to dance?” Rei Furuya held out his hand, smiling without warmth.

Kurosawa Jin placed his long-fingered hand in Rei Furuya’s palm, then suddenly tightened his grip just as the other man was about to clasp it

“Sure.” A provocative smile touched his lips. “But…”

His fingers suddenly tightened, pulling Rei Furuya closer:

“Don’t step on my feet, Mr. Furuya.”

Paraplegic senior FBI official [Wende]:

When the long-haired blond man in the wheelchair looked up, Shuichi Akai’s gun was already pressed against his lower back, sliding up along his spine.

“Mr. Wende,” Akai murmured, his voice low, carrying the FBI’s characteristic scrutiny. His warm breath brushed the man’s ear. “Your ‘disability’ seems to be recovering rather well?”

“Compared with my legs, you should be more concerned about, ”

Before he could finish, the fingers resting on his wrist suddenly tightened!

The next moment, the gun turned around and pointed steadily at Shuichi Akai’s own chin.

“, who’s in greater danger now?” Wende leaned against him, face tilted up, the wicked smile at his lips blooming in the shadows.

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◆1V1? No, it’s Gin against the whole world