Gin gave him a look of surprise but did not press further.
"We have plenty. When you leave, have Vodka take you to get them, and pick up the ammunition while you're at it."
To someone like Gin, such things were secondary, but Yuu Hoshimiya was different.
They used sniper rifles for long distances and pistols for close range.
That gadget had massive distance limitations and was single-use; only Yuu could barely manage to use it like a regular handgun.
"Understood."
Yuu Hoshimiya agreed cheerfully. Seeing that Gin seemed to be in a good mood, he was in no hurry to leave.
He ordered a low-alcohol cocktail and continued to fiddle with the real deal in his hand while drinking.
Compared to the ones used during training, this one was significantly higher in both craftsmanship and quality.
He quite liked the handgun Gin had given him, which shimmered with a dark metallic luster.
The body was entirely black, slender and elegant yet not lacking a sense of brutality; it felt heavy in his hand, giving him an inexplicable sense of security.
If he didn't have more questions for Gin, he would have wanted to go test the gun immediately.
Yuu wasn't a military enthusiast; he could distinguish between pistols, rifles, submachine guns, and sniper rifles, but he was completely clueless about specific models.
It was just like with alcohol.
He could tell red wine, spirits, beer, cocktails, and grape wine apart, but as for what brand or what name...
Don't ask—if you ask, he doesn't know.
While playing with it, Yuu couldn't help but wonder: if he flipped the safety now and gave Gin a shot, what kind of reward would he get?
Well, the reward was unclear, but he'd likely be dead for sure.
Even if he fought his way out, he'd either end up in a witness protection program being monitored for life, or be assassinated or blown up by the organization one day.
Before dying, the video of him killing someone would probably be leaked, resulting in social death.
Unknown if he sensed Yuu's dangerous thoughts, Gin suddenly looked over.
Stifling the suicidal thought, Yuu put away the pistol and asked curiously, "Lord Gin, Hitomi was asked to take a leave of absence for missions, why didn't I get that?"
"You two are different."
Gin took a sip of the dark red liquid in his glass and said coldly, "That schooling of hers is useless. Kir arrived recently and needs a helper, so I let her go along."
Kir was Hidemi Hondou, the CIA undercover agent. He hadn't expected her to arrive in Japan so early.
She was going to be a reporter for Nichiuri TV...
Or was it TV Asahi?
Yuu was too lazy to think deeply; such small matters didn't matter, and digging through his Memory Palace constantly was exhausting.
Hitomi Kujo had been practicing gymnastics, but due to the interference of the blonde Kishida, she hadn't achieved much.
But with her looks and figure, it was reasonable for her to drop gymnastics and go work at a TV station.
Gin said Hitomi was assisting Kir, but Yuu felt Gin had specifically sent Hitomi to monitor Hidemi Hondou.
Hidemi Hondou had long been suspected by Gin; if she hadn't put on a show with Conan and Shuichi Akai later, Gin would have finished her off.
"Then what use is my current job?"
Yuu knew the organization had started giving Hitomi action funds—essentially a salary.
Having nothing to do and not working would be boring, but he not only had things to do, but he also had many top-tier beauties to "do."
So, if possible, he didn't want to work but still wanted the salary.
"Continue maintaining your relationship with the second miss of the Suzuki family at school. If you can successfully marry into the family, that's best; if not, it's still a channel if we ever need to deal with the Suzuki Zaibatsu."
Gin originally didn't want to tell Yuu this so early, but he saw that Yuu wasn't keen on working, so he had to mention it in advance.
Yuu's heart tightened, but his expression remained unchanged.
Hiding his true relationship with the Suzuki family was indeed the right move!
He put on a disappointed face, "Then do I get monthly action funds?"
Gin was speechless and couldn't be bothered to respond.
Seeing this, Vodka retorted, "Aren't you already being kept by the rich second miss of the Suzuki family? You still care about that small change?"
Does the organization care about that small change then?
Yuu grumbled internally, but said, "The organization wouldn't make someone work for free, right?"
While others couldn't find out about him being "supported" by Sonoko Suzuki, the Black Organization certainly could.
A poor orphan boy, not long into his job, has a high-end apartment and a private doctor.
He even signed up for a driver's license recently, preparing to buy a car after passing...
If he didn't use Sonoko Suzuki as an excuse, any one of those things would be impossible to explain.
The private doctor referred to Seimi Asai; not only was she a doctor, she was Yuu's personal maid on the surface.
Yes, just like the house, it was all claimed to be provided by Sonoko Suzuki.
That was the power of capital; with the Suzuki family behind him, Yuu faced far fewer troubles.
This investigation was conducted by the organization after Yuu officially joined.
It wasn't because they suspected Yuu—he was personally recruited by Gin, so there were no issues there.
They just wanted a clearer understanding of Yuu's info to see if they could bind him more deeply to the organization in other ways.
Just like dealing with those high-ranking government officials: threaten them on one hand, lure them on the other.
While providing incentives, new leverage for threats would also be generated.
Before seeing the report, Gin had considered giving Yuu a sum of money to build rapport and loyalty.
After seeing the report, Gin was only glad he wasn't such an impulsive person.
The money the organization could give wasn't even as much as what his patron gave; it wouldn't serve as an incentive and would lower the organization's prestige.
Better not to give it at all!
Compared to the Suzuki family, the organization's financial power was just so-so, let alone the funds Gin could mobilize.
Sonoko Suzuki currently couldn't use too many Suzuki resources, but it was still more than Gin could give Yuu.
She was, after all, being raised as the next successor.
The reason Gin didn't issue a mandatory mission to marry into the family was because he knew such large conglomerates weren't easy to enter.
It was one thing for Sonoko Suzuki to keep Yuu now, but if he really tried to join the family, he'd be investigated down to his roots.
No matter how deep the organization hid, the Suzuki family would find a trace.
And as long as there was a trace, Yuu could never successfully marry in.
Even if he did, he wouldn't be able to help the organization one bit.
In that case, it was better to let nature take its course and train Yuu as his own successor, letting him shine for the organization first.
Vodka was choked by Yuu's reasoned argument, then said somewhat unhappily, "There are no action funds, but we provide what's needed for missions, and there will be a bonus after the mission is completed."
"And if the mission fails?"
"The organization does not support dead weight."
This time it was Gin who spoke. After the cold remark, he waved his hand for Vodka to take Yuu away.
Seeing this, Yuu tactfully shut his mouth; he had asked most of what he wanted to know anyway.
He gulped down the slightly sweet cocktail, followed Vodka to collect five magazines of ammunition, two silencers, and five pen-shaped concealed firearms.
He then went to the open area where he had committed his first murder and began shooting at a circular target thirty meters away.
For the first few rounds, not knowing the trajectory or recoil, Yuu didn't use his Eye of Truth and relied on his own skill; the results were mostly misses...
Yuu wasn't surprised. Back in school, he had tried various sports, including archery and shooting.
Without exception, he was average—not terrible, but definitely not gifted.
Seeing Vodka's expression turn strange, Yuu stopped playing around; it would be troublesome if he were actually viewed as dead weight.
He activated the Eye of Truth, and the distant target instantly felt like it was right in front of him.
In reality, it wasn't, but the zooming of his pupils achieved a focal adjustment effect.
Not only that, a predicted trajectory line from the muzzle to the bullseye appeared in Yuu's mind.
This prediction line shifted constantly according to his intent.
He had already grasped the rifling and recoil of this gun, and there was no wind indoors.
So, Yuu gently pulled the trigger.
The look behind Vodka's sunglasses shifted constantly as Yuu kept firing.
From skepticism to surprise, then to disbelief.
One, two, three...
By the time the magazine was empty, the distant target had been completely riddled through.
Seeing that Yuu intended to go for another magazine, Vodka quickly stopped him, "Alright, alright, you're fully familiar now. Don't waste ammunition."
It wasn't that he feared Yuu wasting it, but he didn't want to continue being humiliated.
He, a code-named cadre, actually couldn't compare to a newcomer who had just joined the organization—and it was a total massacre. This really struck him hard.
In short, his "Dao Heart" was shattered.
Shortly after, Vodka would completely set out on the path of a secretary, basically no longer using force except for driving for Gin, pouring drinks, and handing over cigarettes.
At this time, Yuu didn't know yet that Vodka's later transformation was inextricably linked to his performance today.