Conan's winery play house

Chapter 584 Tequila: I've Got It

"Ley, activate the optical camouflage function." Bourbon ordered.

"Woo—" Hei Lang's voice was extremely low.

The next moment, its body disappeared from Bourbon's sight.

Bourbon reached out and touched it. He could touch it, but he couldn't see it.

Is this optical camouflage?

The ability to blend in with the surrounding environment.

"Sure enough, it's like a chameleon." Bourbon nodded knowingly.

Chameleons also change color according to the environment, better blending into the environment and not attracting the attention of other beings.

"Go, go to the yard and try your sniper ability." He patted Hei Lang's head and walked out.

"Remember to give me a permission to come and go freely." Suddenly he thought of something, turned his head and said to Avik Lear.

If you don't have permission, you can't even take the elevator.

Just like the previous Jianggu Zero.

"Okay." Aito nodded.

I didn't see what he did, but when Bob came to the elevator, he was already able to use his fingerprint to unlock the access.

"Wow~" He pretended to sigh with emotion, and couldn't wait to take the black wolf Lay up on the elevator.

came to the yard.

There are targets hanging on the courtyard wall.

Of course, it is not a target for shooting, but a target for darts.

But they are all targets, and they all lead to the same goal.

"Did you see it? Aim at the red heart and test it." Bourbon patted Hei Lang's head while recalling where the bullet filling port designed by Avek Lear was.

Heilang opened his mouth, and he couldn't even see how he did it. A bullet flew out of his throat and shot at the target.

Accurately hit the red heart.

"Wow~ Is the material of the dart target used by Aveklear so good?" Bourbon looked at the undamaged target not far away and asked in surprise.

If a normal dartboard is hit by a bullet, it will be broken long ago.

However, the target hanging over there was not damaged, and the bullet got stuck in the center of the target, and even failed to penetrate the target.

As for the power of "Ley"'s bullets...

Bourbon never thought of this possibility.

Aveklear never cut corners.

It can only be said that this habit of not cutting corners is reflected in all aspects.

"Well, Ley, you..." Bourbon squatted down solemnly, staring at the squatting black wolf.

In the next second, he reached out his hand and carefully groped Hei Lang's whole body.

According to the pictures in memory, he found various extremely secret institutions.

"The bullet is 7.62mm... It's a very common bullet, and it's not troublesome to change it..."

"I thought it would be 12.7mm. The long-range lethality of 7.62 doesn't seem too strong..."

Bob was talking to himself.

But 12.7mm bullets are more expensive.

He is not a sniper of the organization, and he has no way to get sniper bullets for free, so he can only buy them out of his own pocket.

Jiang Gu Ling was quite rich, but after Bourbon bought a bunch of high-end clothes again, he disappeared.

His current deposit is ... 0.

The newly recruited jobs did not pay wages.

On the organization side, he hasn't done any tasks recently and hasn't been paid.

Although Jiang Guling has a house outside, it was prepared by the police and was bombed before.

As for now... Although the house has been repaired, it has nothing to do with him.

The police may have already returned the lease.

Now that I think about it... probably that bombing has something to do with Evic Lear.

Therefore, he is currently kept from living on the streets only by being taken care of by Avik Lear.

Bourbon thought amusedly.

It actually felt pretty good.

Avik Lear seems to have given Scotland a card that he can spend as he pleases.

They are all good brothers, how can they treat them differently?

Try it later and ask Avik Lear for one too.

Bourbon couldn't survive a day without money.

As for asking a child for money, will it make him feel ashamed if someone finds out...

Bourbon showed a half-smile expression with great interest.

Actually quite interesting.

He even looked forward to seeing the organization rumors [Bourbon was taken care of by Avik Lear] and the like.

It must be funny how those idiots who think they know the truth behave.

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"It seems that Brother Che still likes pet Ley very much..." Aituo brought out an automatic sewing machine and assembled the shoe parts one by one.

"Speaking of which, does Uncle Tequila like anything?" He asked suddenly.

Tequila, who was used to being ignored, stared numbly at the three-acre land in front of him...or stared at the bathtub wall in front of him, motionless.

Hearing the voice was still a little unbelievable.

Avik Lear actually talked to him?

He had obviously ignored him for so long before.

But...even if he asked this...he couldn't answer it!
Tequila bit his shackle, his numb expression turned into aggrieved.

If you ask a question, at least give yourself a chance to answer it!
As if he heard the cry in his heart, the curtain in front of him was lifted, and Avik Lear walked to his side.

"After taking off the shackle, can you stop scolding me? If my family scolds me, I will be very sad..." the white-haired and blue-eyed boy said cautiously and aggrieved.

"The sound should be quieter, not too loud, because even if it is loud, you can't hear it from outside. The laboratory uses a soundproof wall..."

"If it's too loud, it will damage the vocal cords." He seemed to be thinking about Tequila.

If it wasn't for knowing that Avik Lear was mentally ill, with Tequila's pure mind, I'm afraid he would really appreciate the other party's concern.

But now he just wants to say to Aveklear—stop pretending, you psychopath.

However, after being taken off the shackle, Tequila just spent a while thinking about how to speak without making Aviclear angry.

Even though he's pretty sure he's a bloody tough guy, but... he's not a masochist, and he's not an idiot.

Why should we bear the severe beating that can obviously be avoided?
"I like..." he said hesitantly.

"Samoyed, the one just like you." He said firmly.

Avik Lear is exactly the same as a stupid dog, huh.

"Snow-white, soft, and cute Samoyed." He said with deep eyes, but he seemed to have completely emptied his mind.

Aviclear, who heard Tequila's answer, was so happy that it can be described as ecstatic.

The smile on his face couldn't be suppressed and didn't need to be suppressed, just such a big and bright smile.

"Like someone like me? Really? Do you like it because it looks like me?" He said happily, as if he was whispering to himself, or asking Tequila.

"Does this mean... Uncle Tequila actually likes me?" A shy and shy blush appeared on his face just right.

Shy, soft, harmless, beautiful boy.

Such a posture can fool other people, but it cannot fool Tequila, who has been beaten several times.

But Tequila did not expose the opponent.

Because he knows that even if the disguise of mental illness is exposed, the mental illness will not be ashamed, but he may be beaten again by the moody psychopath.

"Ah, yes, because you're beautiful," he finally replied.

Describing a man as beautiful may be out of good intentions, but it may also be malicious ridicule.

Because he would rather say that a man is beautiful than praise the other person's other advantages.

From this point of view, it is obviously mostly malicious.

"Pretty? Ah... I like my face." The boy just nodded naturally, as usual.

So Tequila understood that he was not the first to say that about Aveklear.

Nor is it the first person to have ill will towards Aveklear.

"It's great to have something that everyone likes." Aveklear said with a natural tone, even a little proud, with a smile.

Sure enough, psychopaths don't care about so-called metaphorical sarcasm.

Or maybe the other party didn't understand at all.

And Aveklear... is really happy.

It turned out to make the other party happy, so simple.

The beating he received before was really unjust.

It can be avoided so easily.

Tequila looked at the happy boy and thought blankly.

　Fortune tellers say I have a good fortune, the kind of rich and powerful.

　　I believed it when I was naive when I was a child, but I stopped believing it when I went to the hospital every now and then.

　　Who is lucky to be like this.

　　It doesn't matter, it's just a bad life.

　　
　
(End of this chapter)