Chapter 13 : Chapter 13

Chapter 13:

【Truly impressive.】

【I am staring with my mouth open right now. So the subordinates who contacted Kiyohara Jun have a problem?】

【They only had one phone call, right? He could tell there was a problem from just that?】

【Truly godlike. All I can say is, as expected of the Scriptwriter Group.】

【But it is a little funny. Gin got stood up, hahahahahaha.】

“It is indeed three in the afternoon.” The person on the other end of the phone sounded terrified and reverent. “I also do not know whether something happened that kept him from arriving by now.”

“Tch.” Gin clicked his tongue impatiently and stubbed out the cigarette in his hand. “Useless trash.”

After hearing Gin’s words, the person on the other end of the phone became even more terrified. He hurriedly said, “I will call him right now. Mr. Gin, please believe me. I will definitely make him come!”

Before Gin could say anything, the person on the other end hung up in extreme haste, even forgetting that the call he had just hung up was Gin’s.

“I say, Gin.” Chianti lowered the sniper rifle in her hands, her voice full of disdain. “Instead of having those pieces of trash from the Port Mafia lure over that ability user called Kiyohara Jun, we might as well find him directly and make our move.”

“He is only a fourteen-year-old Executive Candidate from a small organization. What is worth mobilizing so many people for?”

【Small organization.】

【I am dying of laughter, hahahahahahahaha.】

【It makes sense, though. To the transnational Black Organization, the current Port Mafia really is a small organization. But I still want to laugh, hahahahahahaha.】

【Kiyohara Jun is only a f o u r t e e n-year-old Executive Candidate from a small organization.】

【I cannot laugh anymore, I cannot laugh anymore.】

“Chianti, he is no ordinary person.” Bourbon smiled. “He is an ability user.”

“So what if he is an ability user? It is not as though he is one of those Transcendents. Other ability users are still used by the Organization for experiments.” Chianti glanced at Amuro Tooru with some displeasure. She did not like these two Whiskies who had been inserted into the operation.

“He is not an ordinary ability user. He is completely different from those weak ability users.” Bourbon shook his head. He took his phone out of his pocket, tapped on it for a while, then tossed it to Chianti.

“This is a video of his combat that I found during my investigation.”

Chianti, who had instinctively caught the phone Bourbon threw over, clicked her tongue, but still opened the video. Korn and Vodka, who were equally bored, also leaned over.

The video had clearly been cut from surveillance footage. In the upper-right corner, there was even a timestamp from a certain day two years ago.

The target, who looked even younger than he did in the target file Gin had sent them, was standing alone in what was obviously some organization’s base.

“Wow. Is he going to take on an entire organization alone?” Chianti was somewhat surprised. The target was fourteen now, so two years ago, he would have been twelve?

A twelve-year-old child had gone alone to take on an entire organization?

Although she knew some ability users were very powerful, was it not a little exaggerated for a twelve-year-old to challenge an entire organization by himself?

Suddenly, the screen began to tremble. No, it was not the screen that was trembling, but the image inside the screen.

And the trembling began from the moment the boy in the video half-knelt on one knee and touched the ground with the palm of his right hand.

Chianti, Korn, and Vodka, who had originally been watching with a joking attitude, all revealed more or less shocked expressions when they saw what was clearly an organization’s base collapse with a thunderous crash.

“A twelve-year-old kid did this? Controlled an earthquake?” Vodka said in shock. In truth, he had never quite understood why Gin placed so much importance on the target. But Vodka had always obeyed Gin’s orders, so he had not asked questions and had merely buried his doubts in his heart.

Until today, when he saw this video Bourbon had found. To be able to control the occurrence of a small-scale earthquake at twelve years old—what level of ability was this? This was completely different from the ability users he had seen before.

Bourbon, who had watched this video long ago, was watching their reactions with a smiling expression. Rye, who had just returned from another sniper position after learning that the target would not be coming, leaned silently against the rooftop wall as usual.

Gin lit another cigarette. He stood at the edge of the rooftop and took a deep drag, making no move to stop Chianti and the others from watching the video.

After the earthquake in the video ended, not all the members of that organization were buried beneath the base. Some of them still managed to run out.

However, that was not their path to survival. After they emerged, earth spikes suddenly thrust up from the ground.

Chianti, who was holding the phone, trembled and dropped it. Even as a member of the Black Organization, she had never seen such a scene before.

“Shit.” Chianti cursed without hesitation and stepped on Bourbon’s phone. The image in the video came to an abrupt end.

“Either he does not treat human lives as human lives, or he is a bloodthirsty maniac.” Korn pressed down the brim of his hat and spoke in a low voice.

As for Vodka, he subconsciously wiped his forehead and actually came away with a hand full of cold sweat.

“Hey, hey, hey, there was quite a lot of intelligence stored in there.” Bourbon looked somewhat helpless. He spread his hands. “And you just crushed it with one step.”

Chianti did not say much. She only glared fiercely at Bourbon. Having seen such a scene without the slightest mental preparation, she still had not recovered from it.

【Destroying an organization at twelve years old is a little absurd, even for Kiyohara Jun.】

【I think it is fine? For a powerful ability user, it is not absurd.】

【Did you see the image that flashed by at the very end of the video? I rewound it several times and still could not see it.】

【I saw it, but it was just a patch of mosaic-censored red.】

【…Mosaic censorship. Incredible.】

“Gin, are we really going to deal with a monster like this?” After recovering, Chianti asked directly. “I feel like you are sending us to our deaths.”

Gin stubbed out the cigarette in his hand again. He casually tossed the cigarette butt to Vodka and said coldly without even lifting his eyelids, “What are you panicking for? Since I gathered all of you here, I naturally have a method.”

“What method?” Bourbon shrugged. “Surely it is not a method that relies on piling up corpses, is it?”

Gin abruptly raised his eyes. He looked toward Bourbon, whose secretive style he detested most, with a gaze full of murderous intent. Bourbon, however, met his stare without the slightest avoidance.

In the end, it seemed Bourbon, as an intelligence agent, was the first to lose this battle of gazes. He withdrew his eyes, raised his hands in slight compromise, and said, “All right, all right. But even if you are sending us to die, we should at least die knowing why.”

Gin continued staring at Bourbon for a while before withdrawing his gaze. He narrowed his eyes and swept them over Chianti, Korn, and Rye before finally speaking.

“Look at your bullets.”

The three of them simultaneously removed their magazines and checked their bullets, only to find that the bullets this time were not the same as the bullets they usually used.

“These are specialized bullets that can suppress abilities.” Gin gave a derisive laugh. Looking at Chianti, whose expression showed sudden understanding, he said contemptuously, “Otherwise, how did you think the Organization developed to its current level without possessing ability users?”

Chianti looked as though she very much wanted to argue with Gin, but the more composed Korn stopped her.

Just then, Gin suddenly raised his hand and stopped them from continuing to speak. This time, he did not choose to communicate through his headset, but directly put his phone on speaker.

“Mr. Gin, I have already found out why Kiyohara Jun did not come.” The voice of the person on the other end of the phone was full of hesitation, as though he did not know whether he should say it.

“Cut the crap and say it directly,” Gin said bluntly. His features were filled with impatience.

“Kiyohara Jun… he was taken away by the police!” The person on the other end gritted his teeth and said this reason, which even he himself found ridiculous.

Gin: ?

“You want to die.” Gin’s voice was filled with murderous intent. “Do you think I am someone who can be fooled with such a laughable excuse?”

“No, no, I truly do not mean to deceive you.” The person on the other end of the phone said in a panic, “I specifically contacted an informant in the police station. The informant said that Kiyohara Jun was stopped by a police officer named Matsuda Jinpei.”

When he heard the name Matsuda Jinpei, Bourbon’s finger trembled once, but before anyone could notice, he relaxed it again.

“What did he do?” The murderous aura around Gin gradually dissipated. He frowned. “Did he kill someone in front of the cops?”

“No…” The voice of the person on the other end of the phone was full of embarrassment.

“Supposedly, it was because he is a minor and did not go to school on a weekday…”

Gin: ?

Rye: ?

Vodka: ?

Chianti: ?

Korn: ?

Bourbon:

【Hahahahahahahahahahahahahahahaha.】

【I am fucking dying of laughter.】

【Hahahahahahahahahahaha.】

【I cannot laugh anymore, hahahahahahahahaha.】

【Gin: My native language is speechlessness.】

【I really saw bafflement on Gin and the others’ faces, hahahahahahaha.】

【Gin’s expression actually collapsed because Kiyohara Jun got taken to the station!】

【To see a day when Gin is baffled, I can die satisfied!】

【Kiyohara Jun, as expected of you, hahahahahahahahaha.】

【I am seriously dying of laughter, hahahahahahahahaha.】

“Say that again. Because of what?” Gin’s voice became a few degrees gloomier. He ignored Bourbon and Chianti, who had temporarily buried the hatchet and were whispering, “Gin really was not tricked, was he?” and spoke coldly to the person on the other end of the phone.

“Because he did not go to school on a weekday,” the person on the other end repeated again. Trembling, he said, “Mr. Gin, this information is absolutely true. I truly did not mean to deceive you.”

Gin did not listen to him any further. He hung up the phone without the slightest hesitation.

After calming down for a while, Gin laughed.

A boy who could avenge his parents and destroy an entire organization at twelve, then sit in the position of a mafia Executive Candidate at fourteen, would be arrested just because he did not go to school?

What a joke.

“Kiyohara Jun,” Gin said in a low voice. “I will remember you.”