When Kumisa Furukawa drove away from the Metropolitan Police Department, it started to rain heavily outside the window. She was not in the habit of going out to check the weather forecast, so the heavy rain came unexpectedly.

Ever since she was strapped into the time travel system, she didn't really like rainy days, which always reminded her of the Waterloo-like first world she conquered.

The raindrops were like pouring down from the heaven, hitting her car window with crackling sounds, and the wiper scraped up and down, making a "squeaking" noise, which made her teeth ache. Through the car window, the world of heavy rain fell on her.

Her eyes were constantly clear, blurry, clear again, blurry again... the cycle went on and on, which inevitably made her feel a little dazed.

On her last day in the first world, there was also such a torrential rain.

018 had just survived a dangerous mission. She didn't even have time to bandage her wounds. She just returned to the dormitory and roughly washed the blood all over her body, then put on clean clothes and trotted out.

Hurry up, hurry up...

She looked at the cheap watch in her hand, and saw that the hands were gradually moving towards the closing time of the mall. She ran in the rain and splashed mud on her trouser legs, and finally rushed into the mall before it was locked.

She squeezed the crumpled banknotes in her hand, rubbed the sweat on her hands with some embarrassment, and walked in to buy something.

"Do you need it packaged for you?"

Yes, do you need packaging?

018 is a little worried. Although this is a gift she bought for that person, but...if it is over-packaged, will he not like it?

And...she remembered that once when she went on a mission with him, he frowned at the mission partner's bow-tie bag. Maybe he didn't like the taste?

"Well, let's put it in a box. Well, you can wrap it with a ribbon, but don't, don't tie it with a bow..."

Now the clerk in the gift shop was a bit confused. Most of the gifts tied with ribbons were tied with bows. She thought for a moment: "Tie it with a ribbon and put a flower on the box. Do you think it's okay?"

"

"Okay, do you have any roses here?"

"Sorry, there are no flowers, but I can use a ribbon to fold one for you."

When 018 came out of the gift shop with the gift box in her arms, it was already close to midnight. She whispered "no" and ran back quickly. Finally, she rushed back to the organization dormitory before midnight. She saw a black figure in the distance.

Standing downstairs.

Like him, she didn't bring an umbrella, and her wet clothes and hair stuck to her side, showing a rare embarrassment on that person.

Only at this time, 018 will feel that this person is the same mortal human being as himself.

"019!" She trotted towards him.

The silver-haired man heard her call and turned around slowly. His sharp eyebrows were blurred in the pouring rain. She couldn't see his expression clearly, but she was excited.

Is 019 waiting for me? Is he finally willing to take the initiative to celebrate his birthday with me?

——Yes, today is their birthday.

As orphans who were adopted and trained by the organization, they did not have exact birthdays.

But since forming a team with 019, 018 has begun to feel attached to this taciturn but extremely reliable partner.

This is the first time she has a "companion" after growing up in a cannibal-like organization.

The girl who has been accustomed to blood and betrayal since she was a child doesn't know what feelings are. She only knows that she wants to be closer to her companion, wants to be good to him, and wants to share with him everything that makes her feel warm and happy.

His birthday is such a memorable day, how could he not have it?

For the first time, the young girl ignored her partner's wishes and unilaterally decided on their birthdays - on the day they officially became partners.

From then on, every year on this day, no matter where she was born or what she was doing, 018 would prepare a gift for her partner. If time allowed, she would even make it herself.

The rough fingers that have been used to holding guns and weapons since childhood touched the unfamiliar paper, pen, scissors, needle and thread, and carved their own hard work and unspoken emotions into the handiwork bit by bit.

However, her partner was very puzzled and even said coldly to her with some disgust: "If you want to celebrate your birthday, just prepare a gift for yourself."

"No," 018 smiled and waved a finger, "Birthday gifts need to be given by others to show your sincerity."

Only on this day every year can she generously send this "heart", just like the Cowherd and the Weaver Girl who meet once a year, she looks forward to it and is excited.

This year's gift is not handmade, not because she has no time. On the contrary, all the gifts that could be made in previous years have been made. She spent a lot of time thinking about this year's gift, but none of them are satisfactory. Her birthday is approaching.

But I haven't decided what to give yet.

Until she partnered with him on a mission last week, this incident was always on her mind. She accidentally failed to stop the mission target's counterattack, and it was too late for her to come back to her senses.

The poisonous flying knife came towards her, and at the moment when she could no longer avoid it, a strong hand pressed down on her head, forcing her to lie on the ground and avoiding the knife.

"Ding--"

"boom--"

The sounds of flying knives hammering into the wall and bullets coming out of the box came at the same time. She raised her head and saw that the other party had died, but she didn't care about anything else and staggered towards her partner: "019!!!"

Blood flowed down the bridge of his nose. Although he lowered his head to avoid it at the critical moment, he was too late to save her and was grazed on the top of his head by the poisonous flying knife. Horrible blood gushes out instantly.

"019!019! Are you okay?019!!"

"Why are you crying? I'm not dead."

019 was made to frown by her cries, with a murderous look on his face as if he would sew her mouth shut if she didn't silence him.

Although 018 was his partner of the same age, he was still frightened by his intimidating aura. He cowered his neck and stopped crying. He quickly tore open his sleeves and bandaged him to stop the bleeding.

It was just a false alarm after that day, and 019's injuries recovered quickly, but the toxin on the blade still had some impact on him, leaving a large scar on the top of his skull.

So she prepared today's gift.

She happily ran to him holding the gift box, muttering his name: "019! 019! I'm back!"

She thought that he was waiting for her below the dormitory because he was finally willing to celebrate her birthday with her. Maybe... could she look forward to a birthday gift?

Thinking of this, 018's heart beat faster, and he couldn't help but run towards him.

The pounding heart stopped completely in the next second, and 018 didn't even see what was happening.

He only saw his partner pull out the gun at his side, load it and aim at an extremely fast speed - it was an action that he was extremely familiar with 018 who had done countless missions with him.

Only this time, the gun was pointing at her.

The silencer didn't even make much noise, just a sharp sound breaking through the air. 018 felt a chill in his chest and stopped halfway.

Blood exploded in front of her eyes, and the coolness in her chest told her that it was her own blood.

Her breathing had not yet been cut off, and she could even feel the rapid panting left by running in the rainy night.

She was still holding the carefully wrapped gift box in her hands, and her face still showed the joy and expectation of celebrating his birthday.

The heavy rain washed away the rushing blood. In the last moment of her remaining consciousness, she saw 019 walking to the end and reached out to pick up the gift box that rolled aside.

"0...1...9..."

Gin opened his eyes in the car.

"Brother, are you too tired lately?" Vodka's voice came from the driver's seat, muffled, with a hint of concern.

The man's green eyes paused for a moment, with no hint of confusion about to wake up from a nap. They were as clear and cold as glass. Gin stretched out his hand to straighten his hat, just like he had done subconsciously in the past.

He lit up a cigarette with a calm expression and opened the car window slightly to let out the smell: "Those two people haven't arrived yet?"

Vodka naturally knew who the boss was referring to: "Boben should be here soon. Natafi came out of the police station, which is some distance away from here. He may be stuck on the road."

As soon as Vodka finished speaking, the familiar white Mazda appeared in the rearview mirror. Gin glanced at it and allowed the other person to park next to him.

Toru Amuro lowered the window, turned his head slightly and greeted him: "Gin."

Gin bit his cigarette butt and said without any fluctuation in his tone: "Bourbon, your people are late."

Toru Amuro:......

Although Furukawa Kumisa was the person appointed by Rum, it was still under his name after all, and he could only acquiesce to Gin's words.

Sighing again for Furukawa Kumisa's sense of time, he turned on his cell phone and wanted to issue a reminder, when he heard the sound of the engine motor coming from the silent and empty underground garage again.

The sky blue car drove into the area where their two cars were parked. There was a very eye-catching scratch on the spray paint of the car body. The scratch mark was still very new and it looked like it was caused within a day.

Furukawa Kumisa finally arrived at the meeting place on time. If she hadn't gotten distracted and had a small car accident halfway, she wouldn't have been so late.

"Natafi, tell me you are not so stupid that you will miss the time if someone touches you halfway."

Furukawa Kumisa:……

Gin looked at the silent Furukawa Kumisa, took off the cigarette butt and sneered, disdain clearly visible in front of his eyes.

Furukawa Kumisa rolled his eyes and smiled disdainfully in his heart: Who would have thought that such a cool and cool black society would have a bald spot under his hat?

"Gin, what's your mission today?" Toru Amuro's voice came to the rescue for Kumisa Furukawa.

Gin also doesn't like to ridicule people, and he never likes to waste time on things that have nothing to do with the mission.

"The target of the mission, Ewara Tetsuya, is currently on a plane from the United States to Tokyo. He will land at eight o'clock tonight and then go to the banquet hall on the top floor of the Cupido Hotel to attend the dance."

The moment he heard the name, Furukawa Kumisa subconsciously tightened his grip on the steering wheel.

"Just kill the target?" Toru Amuro's voice came from another car.

"Tetsu Ehara is also the contact person for that woman Yoshiko Kushi. After Yoshiko Kushi's death, if this guy notices anything, he will be in trouble."

The organization's style has always been to nip trouble in the bud.
Chapter completed!