For Furukawa Kumisa, receiving a call from Gin in broad daylight was honestly a bit exciting.

In her impression, Gin, who has become a high-level member of the organization in this life, is a person who likes to send text messages, and his words are concise and concise. He can express his meaning within 10 words and will never use an extra punctuation mark.

——It seems that if he speaks one more word or types one more word, his aloof character will be hindered.

So here’s the question, why would such a Gin suddenly call her in broad daylight?

Furukawa Kumisa collected himself, calmed down for a moment, and answered Gin's phone, "Hello, Gin?"

The other party's cold voice came along the signal, "What's the matter?"

Furukawa Kumisa:……?

She looked down at her phone and made sure it was Gin who called her, not him.

There was something incomprehensible in her tone, "You called me, but you asked me what happened?"

Isn’t this person here to deliberately cause trouble?

There was a hint of impatience in the cold voice on the other end: "You called me at 1:36 this morning. What happened?"

Furukawa Kumisa suddenly remembered that in the car last night, after Toru Amuro refused to give her the medicine, she did take out her mobile phone and planned to stop talking nonsense with him and call Gin directly.

But she didn't remember that she dialed out... probably she accidentally pressed it when the two of them were fighting for the phone later.

She said "Ah" and then laughed, "I'm sorry, it seems I pressed it while sleepwalking, and there's nothing important."

Gin:……

Unsurprisingly, a disgusted sentence came from the other end of the phone: "Idiot."

Furukawa Kumisa:...Forget it, it's my fault, I'll tolerate it.

She took a deep breath: "If there's nothing else..."

Before she could finish speaking, Gin's voice suddenly interrupted her: "An hour later, at the training ground in the western suburbs."

Then without waiting for her to agree, he hung up the phone.

Furukawa Kumisa was left in a daze at the "beep beep" sound on the other end of the phone.

Furukawa Kumisa:......??No, what the hell, why don't you just ask her if she is free??

"Damn, this person is sick!!" Resisting the urge to throw the phone, Furukawa Kumisa roared in his heart and system.

"...Host, I suggest you ask for leave from your boss as soon as possible. It takes 40 minutes without traffic jams to get from the police station to the organization's training ground in the western suburbs."

Gan!

Furukawa Kumisa put the almost crushed cell phone back into his pocket, then quickly left the cafeteria and returned to class two.

The reason for asking for leave was ready-made - he had suffered physical injuries caused by making an emergency landing in Hokkaido, and now it was time for a follow-up visit.

Although the list of "heroic passengers" for the emergency landing incident was not announced to the public, the incident had long been spread throughout the police station. Having such a subordinate brought glory to the police station. The new boss of Section 2 had always been kind to Furukawa Kumisa.

Her reason for asking for leave was reasonable and reasonable. Her boss waved her hand very simply and didn't even mind her filling in the leave note later.

Furukawa Kumisa left the police station without any obstruction and went straight to the underground garage.

Along the way, Furukawa Kumisa cursed Gin while driving the car at a fast pace, almost causing another glorious injury to the car that had just been picked up from the repair shop several times.

She spoke to the system in a sinister tone: "If Gin doesn't have anything important to do this time, I will definitely blow his hat and let everyone in the organization know that he has alopecia areata!!"

The system was a little uncertain and said: "...it has already been four worlds. The injuries he suffered in the first world should have been cured long ago, right?"

Furukawa Kumisa gritted his teeth: "I don't care!"

As she said this, she suddenly remembered something, "System, why did he call me at noon today?"

"What?"

"If it was because I mistakenly called him last night, why did Gin wait until noon today to ask me? Shouldn't he have called me back directly last night?"

——She finally got the answer to this question after arriving at her destination.

She hurriedly hurriedly and slowly arrived at the organization's training ground in the western suburbs.

It was a tall building built on open space, with indoor and outdoor parts, mostly training facilities.

She parked the car into the parking space with a drift, rushed into the building, and looked at the guard at the door: "Where is Gin?"

The lower-level member who was guarding the door in shift was startled by her gritted teeth, "Yes, in the lounge on the second floor."

Furukawa Kumisa was too lazy to wait for the elevator to come down, so he took the stairs and rushed to the second floor, and pushed open the door to the lounge with a bang.

"Gin——"

Then she was dazzled by the firm, wheat-colored abdominal muscles.

Gin was half sitting on the bed with his shirt off, his long golden hair like a waterfall draped behind him, covering a large area of ​​skin on his back, leaving only dots of skin exposed, covered with scars, all of which were old injuries.

——But he had already taken off his clothes like this, but the hat was still welded to his head, which shocked Kumisa Furukawa.

Furukawa Kumisa was shocked and forgot what he was going to say.

On the other hand, Gin, who had been looked down upon, acted as if nothing was wrong. When he saw her rushing in like this, he frowned and didn't even bother to shield his upper body.

"Didn't anyone tell you to knock on the door when entering a room?"

...This familiar taunt with a gun and a cannon called back the stunned Furukawa Kumisa.

She raised her eyebrows and said, not to be outdone, "No one ever told you that before making an appointment with someone, you need to confirm the other person's time?

Gin's tone was normal: "That's not an agreement."

That's an order.

Furukawa Kumisa: ...What should I do? My hands are really itchy and I really want to punch him.

Before Gin stopped talking, he looked up at the clock on the wall and frowned: "You're one minute late."

Strictly speaking, when she stepped into this building, it was "an hour later" as she had agreed with him, no more than a minute, no less than a second.

But Furukawa Kumisa was too lazy to explain, she just choked: "Yeah, what, if you don't accept it, call the police."

——If I call the police, I will go to the police station. Isn’t it exciting?

Unexpectedly, Gin was not angered by her this time. He just flipped his wrist and raised a thin-edged dagger with a "swish".

Furukawa Kumisa suddenly became alert: "What are you doing? Kill people and silence them?"

Gin looked at her like she was an idiot, and there seemed to be two words written in his eyes - sick.

Then Furukawa Kumisa saw him take the disinfectant cotton on the bedside table, reach out and wipe the thin sharp blade up and down to disinfect it.

Furukawa Kumisa: What is he going to do?

The system was unsure and asked: "Please disinfect the knife before attacking you?"

Furukawa Kumisa: "...Then should I thank him?"

Then he saw his wrist turn, and the sharp blade turned at his fingertips, aiming at his own chest.

——With a "chi" sound, he cut it in.

Furukawa Kumisa:......???

The system's explanation came belatedly: "Several large and small wounds were detected on Gin's body. The most serious one was on the chest. One rib was broken on the chest, but there was no blood."

Only then did Furukawa Kumisa belatedly see that the skin on his chest seemed to be slightly sunken, with purple bruises surrounding it.

——This is the injury caused by being hit by a bullet while wearing a bulletproof vest.

She reacted: "No wonder he didn't call me last night. He must have been on a mission and he just came back."

But she was very curious: "You can hit Gin who is wearing a bulletproof vest, tsk tsk tsk, what kind of warrior are you?"

While she was complaining to the system, the thin blade in Gin's hand had penetrated the flesh and avoided the muscles and bones, and she did it all to the end without hesitation.

Then I saw him lift his wrist slightly, and a soft "click" sound came from his chest.

——The ribs that were slightly dented by the impact of the bullet were lifted up skillfully and returned to their original positions.

Furukawa Kumisa recalled the heart-wrenching bone resetting sound just now, and clicked his tongue: "Tsk, your gin is still your gin. If you are ruthless, you won't even spare yourself."

Such a hard-core healing method, she had only seen it with Gin for so many years.

Furukawa Kumisa looked at Gin's expression without even moving his eyebrows, and felt that nothing seemed appropriate to say at this time - praise, relief, and help were not suitable to appear in the conversation with Gin.

So she simply continued on the topic: "So, you called me all the way here to come and see you scraping your bones to heal your wounds, right?"

Before Gin could say anything, suddenly the door to the lounge was pushed open, and a somewhat familiar yet unfamiliar figure walked in.

"Mescal." Gin looked at the man in black who came in from the door, "Did you get the things?"

Mescal didn't say anything, just walked in and put the tray in his hand on the table.

Furukawa Kumisa took a glance and saw that they were all medical instruments, such as disinfectant, cotton swabs, iodine, and the like, as well as two tablets, which were probably oral anti-inflammatory drugs.

She has worked in an organization and is very familiar with the healing process after completing a mission.

Furukawa Kumisa just looked at this taciturn man and had some different thoughts in his mind.

Mescal is the ultimate sociophobe, a man who is more taciturn than Gin, but is very good at controlling his breath. He is a master of stealth and is born to be a killer.
To be continued...