Conan: Ran, don't turn around, I'm a washing machine.

Chapter 113 The Boss Calls

Thank you for the small birthday gift from the person who loves hawthorn porridge! Thank you so much, brother!

He then snapped at Vodka, "What are you still doing here? Get Gin to the organization's hospital right now. Do you want him to die in the base?"

Vodka snapped out of his daze and said, "Understood, I'll go right now." Then he bent down, picked up Gin, and rushed outside.

All that was left was Su Xingbai shouting incessantly: "Bad luck, bad luck, what a damn bad luck!"

The more he thought about it, the more something seemed off. How could Gin, with his skills, be hit so easily? It was just a pistol. Gin could even dodge sniper rifle shots.

Su Xingbai decided to follow them and see what was going on. He quietly followed Vodka to the outside of the organization's hospital and found a secluded corner to observe.

Vodka hurriedly carried Gin inside, and the doctors immediately surrounded them. Soon after, Gin was wheeled into the operating room. Su Xingbai waited anxiously outside; if Gin had deliberately injured himself, there must be a huge conspiracy behind it.

And he stupidly jumped in, now he's really in for some fun.

Several hours later, the surgery was over. Vodka stood outside the ward, his face full of worry.

Taking advantage of the nurses coming and going, Su Xingbo secretly slipped into Gin's hospital room. Gin was lying on the bed with his eyes closed, looking very weak.

However, seeing that he was no longer in mortal danger, his guilt eased a little.

Back when he wasn't famous yet, Gin treated him quite well. Once he had learned enough, Gin even wanted to recruit him to his team.

At that time, he and Gin were both teacher and friend. They had known each other for nearly ten years. It was also because of Gin that he did not join Rum's group.

I feel a little guilty and remorseful for suddenly shooting and injuring him.

Having been here for so long, to be honest, I don't have any friends. Besides Akemi, the person I know the most is Gin. I haven't known Gin as long as I have known Vodka.

Childhood sweethearts are not as good as a gift from heaven.

Looking at Gin's face, which was pale and bloodless after surgery, he didn't know what to do.

Vodka walked in at that moment, knocked lightly on the door, pointed at his phone, and then told him to come out.

Although he didn't know what it was about, he still came out.

Vodka forcefully covered the receiver and whispered, "It's the boss calling!"

He nodded, took the phone, and walked to the end of the corridor, where it was very quiet.

"Boss, how have you been lately?"

"Thank goodness, how is Gin doing now?"

Alas, there's no escaping it.

He forced a smile and replied, "He's out of danger now, but he needs some time to recover. He'll probably need to rest during this time."

"Hmm," came a soft exclamation from the other end.

The BOSS paused for a moment and said, "You acted rashly in this matter, but considering your past relationship with Gin, I will let it go for now. However, you must not act so impulsively in the future."

He quickly agreed, but still defended himself, saying, "It really has nothing to do with me. Gin suddenly shot at me, and if I hadn't fought back, he would have killed me."

"I already know what happened, so there's no need to explain further. The important thing now is how to resolve this matter."

"What issue are you trying to resolve?" Su Xingbai asked, puzzled.

The boss said calmly, "Gin needs to rest and recuperate. Who will carry out the missions during this time? Doesn't this problem need to be solved? You tell me who will replace Gin."

This question really stumped him. Vodka's loyalty was obvious, but his abilities were far inferior. As for Corin and Chianti, they were simply executioners.

Vermouth didn't return to Japan; Pisco and Tequila were both incompetent; Kir and Bourbon were undercover agents.

He suddenly remembered someone else and hurriedly said, "Rum's subordinate, Curaçao, is actually quite capable. Although her mobility isn't top-notch, she can barely hold on until Gin recovers."

“Rum won’t release him easily. He has something important to do that requires Curaçao, and he can’t spare anyone to help.”

Then he has no way to deal with it.

"Boss, do you have a better candidate?"

"Yes!" the boss confirmed.

This piqued Su Xingbai's interest. Could there be an even more powerful expert, or had the organization recruited another formidable individual?

"Who?"

"you!"

"So it was you? What, me?! No way, I was planning to go do logistics work." Su Xingbai immediately refused upon hearing that it was him. So the tough guy in the organization was him. What a waste of his expectations.

The BOSS's voice turned cold and stern: "You have no choice but to comply. You injured Gin this time, so it's your responsibility. Besides, your abilities aren't lacking; you just didn't want to participate in missions before."

"And don't forget, you're still my son. You'll be sitting in my position someday. If you don't build up your prestige and experience, who among your subordinates will respect you?" Su Xingbai sighed helplessly. He knew he couldn't refuse now that things had come to this point.

"Understood. I will be leading them on some assassination missions during this period, but there is something I need your permission for." Since he couldn't refuse, he might as well accept it with a smile.

"explain."

“Once Gin recovers, why don’t we train him to be our successor? What do you think?” Su Xingbo tentatively suggested.

To everyone's surprise, the other end of the line hung up immediately, showing no intention of replying.

He didn't know whether it meant he had agreed, agreed, or agreed; it was truly nerve-wracking.

Back in Gin's hospital room, Su Xingbo saw Gin slightly open his eyes. He walked over, sat on the stool by the bed, and said softly, "I'm sorry, Gin-san, the boss asked me to temporarily take over your work."

After saying that, he left the ward. Vodka was taking care of him, so there was nothing to worry about.

However, not long after he left, the "sleeping" Gin twitched his lips into a barely perceptible smile: "Hmph, I knew it would turn out like this."

After confirming that Su Xingbo had gone downstairs and driven away from the hospital, Vodka returned to Gin's bedside and spoke softly.

"Brother, Caesar has already left."

"Okay, leave everything else to him. If he asks for your help, then go help him. If he doesn't, then just stay here." Gin said in a hoarse voice, his eyes still closed.