At the same time, Gin is also facing the most important enemy of his life.

A room in the building

"You seem to have a lot of confidence in yourself," Akai said casually, holding a shotgun in one hand and looking at the gin in front of him. "Have you prepared any ambushes?"

"No, I just want to have a good time with you," Gin curled the corners of his mouth slightly, holding a large-caliber pistol. "Shotgun, you're still you after all?"

"You haven't changed much, have you," Shuichi Akai sneered. "So, are you ready to die?"

"I've actually always had a question I want to ask," Gin asked faintly, turning off the safety of the pistol. "You seem to be looking for me all the time, is it my delusion?"

"What, scared?" Shuichi Akai raised an eyebrow. "It's really rare for a cold-blooded demon king like you."

"I don't think you can put the title of Cold-Blooded Demon King on me, right?" Gin snorted. "Thinking about what you've racked your brains to get in all the time, I can't figure out how you could have the courage to accuse me."

"At least I haven't killed as untrustworthy as you do," Shuichi Akai seemed completely unconcerned about the accusations, just staring at the pistol in Gin's hand. "So, are you ready to die?"

"Looks like you're really obsessed with me," Gin asked again. "Seriously, if anything, tell me about it, after all, I won't get an answer when you die."

"When I'm dead?" Akai Shuichi asked rhetorically. "I'd love to talk to you, but I'm afraid I'll never hear you again when you're dead."

"Mind telling me about the reason for killing Akemi Miyano?" With that, Shuichi Akai slammed the barrel of his gun to the ground.

"She sent you a letter to the FBI, is that a good enough reason?" Gin snorted. "Do you think you can trust your people if they secretly send us confidential letters? I'm afraid I'll make the same choice as me, right? ”

"I'm afraid you're just a pretext, aren't you?" Shuichi Akai sneered. "When I'm a three-year-old?"

Silence was followed by an unusually synchronized reaction - Shuichi Akai and Gin raised their guns at the same time, aiming at each other.

And the first to fire was Shuichi Akai.

"Boom!" With such a firing sound, blood bloomed on Gin's thighs - although he drew his gun faster than Gin, this time he was able to gain the upper hand because Gin intended to aim at Shuichi Akai's heart, and Shuichi Akai aimed at Gin's legs.

But Gin's shot was not interrupted, and the amazingly powerful pistol in his hand then locked onto Akai's heart.

"Bang (boom)!" Akai's second shot, aimed at Gin's head, and Gin's bullet shot shot at the same time, each hit their targets, but Akai was hit in the heart by wearing a bulletproof vest provided by the Metropolitan Police Department and a bulletproof vest provided by the FBI.

"Whew-" Shuichi Akai covered his heart, frowning at Gin, who had staggered to the ground and his face was covered with flesh and blood. "Looks like I won...... The shotgun hit you in the face head-on, I think even if you haven't yet. ”

At that moment, Gin made a sound that was indistinct from the heavy blow.

"Dead? Perhaps, but I don't think you won't win either, right? ”

"I'm wearing body armor, and in terms of a pistol, it's not enough—" The look of relief on Akai Xiu's face suddenly froze.

"Armor-piercing bullets with a five-zero charge, it's still enough to break that kind of thing at this distance," Gin said in a weak voice that could not hide the smug element in it. "And in fact, I don't have much time in the first place, and it's never a loss to be able to replace you."

……

When Chiba joined the organization and was in charge of preparing Gin's firearms, Gin was a typical example of the organization's violent aesthetics, known for its combination of large-caliber pistol + strong charge.

But before that, he wasn't that kind of person, and before his 1993 inspection, Gin's favorite firearm was an accurate small-caliber pistol, and his fighting style was as precise and deadly as a viper.

1993, ward.

"Chris, why are you here?" Gin put down the books and periodicals in his hand and looked at Belmode who walked into the room, and quickly tidied up his hair, which was a little disheveled because he had been lying on the hospital bed for a long time, and a smile appeared on the corner of his mouth.

But soon, he noticed that Belmode's face was a little strange.

"You—" Belmode took a deep breath before speaking slowly. "The biopsy results of the cyst found in your lungs came out, and they ...... They found smooth muscle cells in it, and based on that, they diagnosed you with LAM. ”

"What's that?" Gin frowned slightly. "I don't like that weird name."

"Lymphatic leiomyomas, as they are phrased, are a type of cancer." Belmode fell silent again.

"Cancer?" Gin's brow furrowed tightly before it let go after a long time. "Okay, so how are we going to treat it?"

Belmode fell silent, and in his place was another voice answering.

"We'll remove cysts from your lungs as much as we can," Kazuo Ota appeared behind Belmode, with a headset on his ear. "But it will come back...... I mean, the cyst will come back and gradually fill your lungs until you die of suffocation. ”

"Well, at least you should be able to do something about it now," Gin didn't seem too frustrated. "So be it, arrange the surgeries you need or something."

At that moment, Belmode sat on the edge of Gin's bed and gently took his left hand. "Then I'll officially move to your house in the future, what do you think?"

"Don't worry, I'm calm." Gin looked at Belmode. "There's nothing good about this, but I don't need any end-of-life comfort because of it."

"After being announced, you're going to be numb like this for a few days," Belmode said lightly rubbing Gin's hand with his left hand, and the two of them touched their middle fingers together, making a metallic clashing sound from time to time. "Then you may go into a period of grief, crying uncharacteristically for a few weeks, and then start indulging yourself again, and it doesn't matter what you say to yourself anymore - at that time, maybe I can still come in handy, at least so that you don't do anything stupid at that time, at least not at a drinking party like I did, and invite a scary-looking murderer to dance tango."