[Villainess Protagonist x Overworked Gin from the Black Organization]
I, Dongdao Zhenbai, am a fan of a certain Conan manga, and I've transmigrated into the world of Detective Conan with a rather extraordinary identity.
I'm one of the big shots pulling the strings behind the badass Black Organization... but I'm on the side of the good guys, hehe.
Why only one of the bosses? What a joke. An organization that's been around for over a thousand chapters and still shows no sign of meeting its end couldn't possibly have just one boss.
Anyway, the person I've transmigrated into has a pretty significant presence. I'm the one directly in charge of Gin.
As a villain fan who's caught up with the latest manga chapters, Gin is absolutely my number one favorite.
Tall, long-legged, handsome, and great at his job. He hogs the spotlight in the protagonist team's dark memories all by himself. He's my dream lo, wait, my boss is calling me.
Oh, I forgot to mention. The person I've transmigrated into was probably bored of being invincible, so they made themselves a little secret identity and came to work under Gin to experience life.
The real me is managing myself.
So right now, as a fake low-level employee, I watch my fellow organization members get themselves killed every day and get played in every direction by several undercover agents. I feel absolutely nothing.
But when I saw Gin grieving over his brother, who had died a stupid, horrible death, I decided I couldn't be that cruel to him.
You all know that famous picture, right?
The one where a whole row of Black Organization members are walking down the street together.
Gin's in it, of course. But after you take out the CIA, FBI, and Public Security undercover agents, the only person left who's truly loyal to Gin and the organization is Vodka, who can only drive.
One day, I drew thirteen stick figures.
Only the one in the middle had long hair and a tall hat. You know the one.
I showed it to Gin, subtly told him a story about a useless teammate getting everyone killed, and asked him earnestly:
Little Gin, which of these do you think looks like you?
Gin gave a cold laugh and pointed to the one in the center.
I nearly shed tears of relief. “And the rest?”
Gin glanced at me and gave his trademark crooked smile.
“The other twelve all look like you, damn it. If you dare call me Little Gin again, ”
I heard him cock his pistol and felt my heart sink.
Tears streamed down my face.
Later, I came to my senses. If I start making plans in secret now, then after the organization goes down, I can wave a hand at Gin, who's struggling not to cry, and tell him:
“From now on, work for me. I'll give you an even better liquor company!”
Theme: Work hard, earn money, and support your family.
