Gin doesn't want to work hard

Gin doesn't want to work hard

Author: Candy Jianbing Guozi

Summary:

Original name: Gin doesn't want to work hard

Alternative name: The winery's model worker just wants to slack off.

Tags: Anime derivative, Time travel, 2D, No female lead, Fanfiction, No harem

Main characters: Kurosawa, Gin

Synopsis: (No female lead, no romantic pairing)

In the face of intense competition, Kurosawa Company adheres to the principle of "enduring as long as we don't die."

Working 007 is the norm, and occasionally working 996 is considered a break.

Finally, after a month of intense work, Kurosawa suddenly collapsed and died in front of his computer.

"I definitely want to be a salted fish in my next life!"

With this thought in mind, Kurosawa completely lost consciousness.

When he woke up again, Kurosawa was a child in an illegal training base.

The competition there is fierce, with a survival-of-the-fittest mentality, and the involution is even more intense than in Kurosawa's previous life.

Kurosawa: ...

With his awareness far exceeding that of his peers, Kurosawa successfully became the best one and left the base.

Kurosawa, who thought he could finally relax and do nothing, fell into deep thought as he looked at the long list of tasks in front of him.

After several more years of hard work, Kurosawa became a top henchman for that criminal organization and gained the appreciation of the big boss.

The big boss expressed his high expectations for him and gave him a code name: Gin.

Looking at his long golden hair, Kurosawa turned to look at the underlings the organization had assigned to him.

"What's your code name?"

“Vodka!”

Kurosawa: ...I can't live like this anymore!

Chapter 1 Initial

Japan, Tokyo.

Night had fallen, and the streets were almost deserted. Occasionally someone would pass by, but they would hurry along in the cold wind and disappear around the corner in the blink of an eye.

Only the streetlights flickered, adding a touch of life to the street.

"Tap!"

Footsteps approached, sounding particularly clear on the quiet street.

Accompanied by footsteps, a figure staggered out from the street corner.

His face was haggard and his expression was panicked. He ran forward with all his might, glancing back every now and then.

"Ha ha…"

The figure was breathing rapidly, its eyes filled with fear.

Looking back once again, the deserted streets brought him a slight sense of relief.

"Phew, I think I've shaken them off..."

He let out a breath and comforted himself with a thought.

Despite thinking this, he didn't dare to stop moving forward for a moment.

No one knew better than him what kind of devils the two people pursuing him were!

He witnessed them kill someone with his own eyes, yet their gazes were unusually cold and devoid of any emotion.

It was as if, to them, this wasn't killing someone, but simply crushing an ant!

Rushing out of the street, the figure turned into a small alley.

Looking at the dark alley, he hesitated for a moment and stopped.

"Call the police! I need to call the police!"

The figure muttered to himself, trembling as he pulled out his phone.

Pressing the button and listening to the call waiting tone coming from the phone, the figure paced back and forth in place.

"Answer it! Answer it now!"

He couldn't help but urge him on, his anxiety almost overflowing.

"drop-"

Finally, the connection was answered.

The figure's eyes were filled with excitement, and he opened his mouth.

"puff!"

A faint voice came from behind, and the figure froze, staring in disbelief at his blood-stained chest.

"boom!"

He collapsed to the ground, lifeless, his eyes still filled with agitation and confusion.

The phone fell to the ground, and a faint sound could be heard coming from it.

"Hello, hello? Is anyone listening?"

"Pfft, bang!"

The bullet hit the phone, which bounced a few times on the ground before exploding.

……

After glancing at the fallen figure, Kurosawa sheathed his silenced gun and turned around.

"Let's go, Vodka."

"yes, Sir!"

A few streets away, a black Porsche 356A was parked on the side of the road.

Kurosawa didn't stop, opened the passenger door, and got in.

Vodka consciously went to the driver's seat, skillfully started the engine, and drove away from where he stood.

Kurosawa took out a cigarette, lit it, but didn't smoke it; he just let it burn.

White smoke rose from the cigarette butt, slowly ascending and dissipating throughout the carriage.

Smelling the familiar scent of cigarettes, Kurosawa was lost in memories.

In his past life, he worked day and night under intense competition, and unsurprisingly, he died suddenly.

Fortunately, he time-traveled and had a second chance.

I thought I could finally relax for the rest of my life, but I never expected to start with regional difficulty and end up in an illegal training base.

As a talent scouting point for organized crime, the base receives children abducted from all over the world and is responsible for teaching them various kinds of knowledge and skills.

Oh, and brainwashing too.

There, survival of the fittest is the law.

A test every week; if you fail, you face death or being used as material for human experiments.

In this environment, for the sake of his life, Kurosawa once again mustered the drive of 007 from his previous life, successfully climbed to the top, left the base, and became a member of that evil organization.

Relieved that his life was safe, Kurosawa began to fantasize about a carefree, lazy life of slacking off in the future.

Unexpectedly, because of his outstanding performance in the base, the organization had exceptionally high expectations for him.

Others have tasks one at a time, but he has tasks one by one!

Fortunately, with this high frequency of missions, Kurosawa's reputation grew, and in less than a year, he successfully gained the appreciation of the big boss.

Later, he was even received by the boss.

Thinking of this, Kurosawa sighed, shook his wrist, and flicked off the cigarette ash.

……

"Drive well."

Kurosawa glanced at the vodka.

Vodka shuddered and quickly looked away, focusing intently on the road ahead.

Kurosawa turned to look out the window, unable to help but recall the day he met the boss.

That day, Kurosawa opened his eyes, turned on his phone, and as expected saw a long list of tasks.

Resigned to his fate, Kurosawa began to complete tasks one by one: killing to earn money, earning money to kill, and repeating the cycle.

As darkness fell, Kurosawa returned to his safe house carrying a large bag full of money.

He glanced at the door seemingly casually, then paused in his tracks.

Something seemed off.

The hair that had gotten stuck in the door crack before he left the house was gone.

After hesitating for a moment, Kurosawa turned and left.

The remotely monitored boss: "..."

Kurosawa kept walking, and it looked like he was about to walk out of the surveillance range.

The boss raised his hand and dialed Kurosawa's number.

"Boss?" Kurosawa's puzzled voice came from behind.