Conan's winery play house

Chapter 482 tit for tat
"It seems that the bourbon whiskey that is the most popular in the intelligence department is nothing more than this." Seeing this, Ireland did not give the other party a good look, and said calmly.

Bourbon, a member of the intelligence department, is well-known in the organization, but...

Even Rum, the head of the intelligence department, did not dare to say that he knew the intelligence of all members of the organization.

So it's normal for Bourbon not to know.

But this does not affect Ireland's use of this to mock each other.

When the two met for the first time, there was a posture of incompatibility.

"Come to my side, Ivy." Amuro looked at Avik Lear.

He doesn't need to care about other people, as long as Avik Lear has not recognized other people as his master.

He managed to make Gin almost lose its place in Aveklear's heart, but in the end the result was about to be robbed by others?
Thinking of this, the expression on Toru Amuro's face became more and more gloomy.

Recently, he has always been very easy to get angry, and his aura has become more and more gloomy.

Even Suzie sneered in the punishment room that he looked more and more like a mentally ill golden retriever.

Extra gloomy, extra irritable, extreme emotions switch back and forth.

Being unable to control your emotions is a big no-no.

Amuro closed his eyes slowly, he even had some doubts, such a gloomy and irritable person...is it really him?

"Why don't you come here?" After he calmed down and opened his eyes, he saw Aviclear still sitting on Ireland's arm, motionless, so he asked in a puzzled tone.

Aito looked at Uncle Ireland's arm, not only didn't intend to let go, but hugged him even tighter.

But the next second he noticed his eyes, he relaxed and let him go.

After letting him go, Ireland saw Avek Lear running up to Bourbon, asking for his warmth carefully.

"Great, Brother Tou is finally back..."

"Is there any injury? Does it still hurt? Do you need medicine?"

"let me see……"

"Who is responsible for punishing you? How is the punishment? Is it hard?"

The white-haired teenager circling around the bourbon asking all kinds of questions looks no different from the white Shiba Inu circling and barking around the bourbon.

Aveklear is too clingy, and...not just one person.

Gin is regarded as the guardian of the father, and Avik Lear sticks to each other, and Ireland can understand.

But what is Bourbon?Why is Evikrill so clingy to each other?
The best way to get along with members of the intelligence community is to... keep your distance.

Because once they take the initiative to approach, maybe it is to obtain some information.

Even if you don't take the initiative to approach, you will subconsciously and unknowingly inquire about various information from you.

The members of the intelligence department are a group of psychopaths who can give everything for intelligence.

There are very few normal people in the organization.

Scientific research madman, murderer, sadistic maniac, task maniac, intelligence maniac...

Members of each division considered members of the other divisions to be the least normal.

But from the perspective of Ireland, everyone is actually similar.

"At this time, you should go to the medicine first, instead of pretending to be pitiful with a child who is younger than you." Ireland said, looking at the weak Bourbon.

How can Bourbon, who is famous in the organization, be a normal person.

"You're right, but I wasn't hurt." Bourbon said with a twitch of his mouth.

Suzi didn't hurt his body, and the torture methods used were all methods that would not leave any traces on his body.

But... the impact on him was much greater than that week in Avek Lear.

Just the so-called mask, he went through 25 times a day.

A short day seems to have passed a week or even longer.

Not to mention that Suzi has other means.

Let the ants crawl around on him, and watch the spiders and ants fight each other on him.

When he was on the verge of death after being poisoned again and again, he was injected with an antidote to bring him back to life.

When the punishment was over, there was no scar left on his body, not even a broken skin.

However, the exhaustion of the spirit caused the body to become extremely heavy. He felt that the spirit at this moment was riddled with holes and would collapse at the touch of a touch.

But this will not work.

"No injury? Then you need to sleep now." Ireland looked at Bourbon again, and said in a subtle tone.

He has some experience of the punishment of the organization.

Simply punishing the flesh is the easiest way, and this is what he experienced.

And some people will suffer more painful mental torture, even if they leave the punishment room later, they will leave an indelible psychological shadow.

Some people even trembled when they heard the word punishment room.

Apparently, that's what Bourbon encountered.

"If you can't slow down... maybe you will join the suicide squad." Ireland reminded with some colleagues.

Suicide Squad, or Mad Dog Squad.

The people staying inside are all completely crazy members of the organization. Most of the time, they are locked in the room with restraint belts and electric shock collars all over their bodies. They let them out, and sometimes let them cooperate in experiments.

Because he is completely insane, he doesn't care about life and death. He will die without hesitation in order to complete the task, and he is also very cooperative with experiments.

For them, the punishment room is more terrifying than death.

Mad Hounds means Outcasts.

They are all the existences that the organization doesn't want, and keeping them is just to let them play their final value, such as sending them to death and cutting off their queens.

Bourbon knew the existence of this squad, but he never thought that he would be reminded one day to be careful to be a member of that squad.

"Don't worry about it." He sneered stiffly.

"Let me catch up on sleep first, you guys talk." He ruffles Aveklear's hair perfunctorily, and walks upstairs.

Ai Tuo stood in the living room and watched the other party's back disappear down the corridor.

"He seems to be in good spirits, don't worry." Ireland thought that Avek Lear was worried about Bourbon, so he comforted the boy by touching his head.

Those who are in a bad state of mind have already lost the desire to communicate with others.

Not to mention provoking him tit for tat.

Bourbon can still do this, which means that the opponent can still hold it.

The willpower is indeed very good, no wonder he is famous in the organization.

"I'm not worried." Aituo smiled and shook his head.

"I'm looking forward to it." He said seriously and softly.

He is just looking forward to it.

Because Brother Tou's soul has... almost been swallowed up.

Soon he will have the love of Brother Bourbon and Brother Tow as one.

"What are you expecting?" Ireland was a little puzzled.

"I can't say yet." Aito shook his head.

"Hold me, Uncle Ireland." He stretched out his hand towards Ireland, with a cute and cute appearance.

A gesture Ireland could not refuse.

Ireland bent down and picked him up.

"Bourbon has a problem, right?" Ireland asked in a low voice after picking up the boy.

"It will be fine soon." Aveklear also replied softly, with a soft voice and a smile.

　Because of the roaring footsteps, Ireland guessed something was wrong with Bourbon.

　　hhhhhc
　　Don't doubt the vigilance of members who work in an organization where undercover traitors appear from time to time hhhhh.

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　　I don't mind restricting free readers, but don't tell me that restricting free is not free prostitution.

　　But when I say these things, I don’t mean to ask everyone to make full reservations. I just want to say... since there are so many prostitutes for nothing, don’t ask for it.

　　Like most readers, just wait quietly and see if it doesn't work.

　　Recently, my mental state is not normal, and it is very easy to explode, so it is best to leave me alone.

　　Now when I see a dog passing by with wrong eyes, I have to scold it for half an hour.

　　If you have any requests, wait until I get back to normal.

　　I think it's too late to start anti-theft after more than 1000 chapters, and it's almost finished.

　　
　
(End of this chapter)