[Comprehensive] It's not that there is a problem with the way I make friends

Old Mike was a bartender for 39 years.

As a young boy fresh out of high school, he worked as a waiter for his boss.After a few years, I became a bartender.Until now, with its own bar.

You can give priority to standing behind the bar, holding a clean linen cloth and wiping the sparkling glass under the light.When you are happy, talk to all kinds of people about their reasons for getting drunk, and when you are unhappy, ignore them.

Anyway, there are other bartenders behind the bar.

Today is not a bad day, the weather is neither dry nor wet, and there are not too many people in the bar.

On the stage in the corner, the singer held the microphone and hummed the melody softly in a moderate voice.

Old Mike thinks this is very good, maybe because he is getting older, and now he prefers such an ordinary atmosphere to the beauty brought by business.

"welcome."

The bell at the door jingled, and Old Mike said a word without looking up.It wasn't until he felt someone sitting down in front of the bar that he put down the clean, dust-free glass in his hand, and said in the same way, "What do you want to drink..."

The last word was swallowed hard by his throat.

Is this really the regular customer who comes several times a year?Old Mike was stunned for a while, and then he suddenly lowered his head before the man opposite him with the word "danger" written all over his body looked over.

Yes, every time Gin goes to the United States, if he is free, he will go back to this bar occasionally.

Although what he said to the old Mike who was the bartender never went out of the scope of ordering, but some people go there only once in a few years, or only appear once in a lifetime, which is enough for others to be like him. Keep it in mind.

Old Mike is the owner and bartender of a Las Vegas bar. He has seen thousands of people, hundreds of thousands, but no one can be like the man in front of him, just face to face. It made the hairs on the entire back of the person stand on end.

Black windbreaker, black top hat, turtleneck sweater.

He still remembered that when he first saw the man in front of him, he was dressed like this.When the dark green pupils looked at it, it was as if a knife that had seen countless blood was slashed at it, making people feel that they would kill him in the next moment.

Then ten years passed, and he gradually got used to such a 'special' guest.I don't know if it's because I have become more courageous, or because the other party gradually calms down and looks less scary. Old Mike is not as afraid of him as he was at the beginning.

Of course, he still couldn't talk to other guests like he did.

However, today feels very different.

It was like returning to more than ten years ago, when this gentleman first came, the sense of wanton aggression made Old Mike touch his arm involuntarily, and for the first time felt that the temperature of the indoor thermostat was not adjusted high enough.

If it is said that when he first saw this customer in front of him ten years ago, he could suppress the trembling of his hands and feet and pretend to be calm and come up to ask him to order.Now, Old Mike wondered if he was going to kneel on the floor in the next second.

"...is it still the same?"

In fact, the performance of the old Mike is much better than he imagined.

"same as usual."

Just like a lion who doesn't care about the weak lamb under its paws, his strangeness also has no intention of attracting gin, and his deep voice has a hint of indifference.

Old Mike lowered his head, as if he could deceive himself that the person in front of him didn't exist, but the fact was that he was mixing drinks for him.

Although his hands are old, they are unusually calm when holding the shaker, and he is completely immersed in the liquor in front of him with a concentrated look, without the slightest thought to guess why the 'old guest' on the opposite side has such a huge Variety.

After working as a bartender for 39 years in a place like Las Vegas, old Mike knew that if he wanted to live peacefully until No. 40, there were some things he couldn't even think about.

Not enough, now it seems that he should also retire.

Pushing the mixed wine on the coaster, Old Mike quietly huddled in the corner of the bar.He was thankful that business was light today, and another replacement bartender would not be coming.And after all the customers in the store are about to leave, he can also close the store earlier.

Believe him, with this "old client" full of danger written all over his body, this process will definitely become extremely fast.

Even though, Gin simply sat at the bar and did nothing but drink.

Perhaps no one would believe it, but he was indeed in a daze.

It sounds better, it's thinking.

Gin in the organization's population seems to be portrayed as a character who can do nothing but never talk nonsense-he is indeed such a person, but it doesn't mean that he can't think, and even that his mind stops thinking all the time.

Otherwise, Gin would not maintain the high task completion rate it is now.

However, human beings are always deceived by their own eyes, and they always believe in the conclusions they draw.He felt that he was a ruthless killer, and the killer was just a knife in the hands of others.

Even that gentleman, Renye Karasuma, thought so.He is suspicious, but in his heart, he also trusts his own judgment.

Akai Hideichi was not deceived, but he was too busy to take care of himself now, and his identity as an undercover agent made it impossible for him to talk about this with people from the organization.

In fact, Gin has more to think about than most people at the top of the organization.

Although, at least half of them are some kid who is good at being troubled, and now he has learned to trouble himself.

However, at this time, Qin Jiu was not thinking about some brat who was stubbornly rooted in his carelessness, but was thinking about himself rarely.

He seldom thinks about his own affairs. For himself, generally speaking, this is the process.

Make a decision and execute it.

After all, it's not a little devil who can't be too light or too heavy, needs to be considered, and handled with care.

He knows his own affairs.

For example, human trials in organizations have always been problematic.

Now that I think about it, it’s not so difficult to explain. Since the old fellow Renye Karasuma knew about the existence of the other world, and even knew that the American world was still in a melee, and had not established diplomatic relations with Japan’s other world, this could be called a secret. things.

He wants to live, and it's normal to use some non-human things.

In the organization, he was the last batch to accept the experiment.It was also the last medicine left by Miyano Shiho's parents.

However, just like in the previous experiment, only Belmode survived successfully, and he was also the only successful experiment subject.

The difference is that Belmott has gained youth and life, but what he has gained is more powerful strength and recovery ability beyond ordinary people.

That woman will still die if she is seriously injured, but the latter has no "immortality" per se.

Both experiments succeeded and both failed.

That gentleman, Karasuma Renya wants everything.

The trial's high mortality rate also held him back.

Not only that, but he also needed medicine to turn back time and rejuvenate his old body so that he could willingly take the medicine of immortality.

Belmott knew about this, and so did Gin.

Greedy old stuff.

"You really are here."

A woman with long brown curly hair and incomparably well-dressed clothes stepped forward with high heels following the sound of a ding dong at the door.

When she saw the gin with silver hair and black clothes on the edge of the bar, her red lips with a classic color number raised a glamorous arc, and then she was stunned for a moment, and couldn't help taking a step back.

With just one small step, she knew that her reaction was wrong.However, at this time, Gin, who was playing with a glass in one hand, had already raised his head and looked over.

At that moment, Belmode suddenly felt as if he saw a pair of blood-colored pupils, and endless killings and ominousness filled behind the pupils.It was as if something extremely evil had been released from the abyss.

For a moment, the so-called witch thought she had seen a legendary demon.

She blinked involuntarily, and when she looked again, she found that the man on the opposite side had a boring expression that didn't bother him, squinted at her, and then picked up her wine glass.

Even if it was only for a short moment, Belmott could still see Gin Jiu's beautiful dark green pupils.

Yes, beautiful.

As long as one can accept the killing intent filled with them all year round, these eyes are undoubtedly very beautiful.

She stabilized her mind, then smiled.

"Still unwilling to make a martini?"

She didn't even look at it and shrank in the corner, wishing she could just take a look at the old Mike who didn't exist.In fact, the old bartender who is very good at seeking advantages and avoiding disadvantages has no intention of coming out to entertain people.

"What do you want to say."

Gin, whose thoughts were completely interrupted by the visitor, put down the glass in his hand, slowly took out a plain handkerchief from his pocket, and wiped the place where he had touched the rim of the glass.

Maybe it's because of the indifference he said for ten years, or maybe it's because he always feels that the state of gin today is not quite right.Bellmode, who has always known how to use his own advantages and is better at seeking advantages and avoiding disadvantages, said directly without making many detours.

"He wants to see you."

There is still a charming and seductive smile on Belmode's mouth, even though she is now wearing a skin that does not belong to her.However, this witch is born to know how to exude her charm.

Just looking at the surface, no one would be able to tell that she was so nervous that she wanted to run away.

Except to a certain extent, it can no longer be regarded as human gin.

He could smell the uncontrollable smell of fear emanating from the woman opposite.

Just like the nickname "rotten apple" given to her by the FBI, rotten.

Gin never thought that there would be a day when he would agree with those people in the FBI.

He didn't say anything about it, but asked back.

"Are you free?"

The person who was supposed to be chasing Shuichi Akai appeared here to pass the news to Karasuma Renye, it was indeed enough time.

Gin took out his mobile phone and looked at it. An unread letter signed by BOSS was quietly lying in his mailbox.

Belmode's expression changed again and again, he hurriedly said that there was still something to do before turning around and leaving the bar.

Putting the cleaned glass back on the table, Gin didn't even look at her.

Half an hour later, all the guests in the bar had left, and the old Mike who was hiding in the corner of the bar came out slowly.

On the bar counter, he mixed the last glass of wine according to the customer's request.

The wine in the glass was [-]% full and remained untouched.

the name of the liquor,

called

"godfather."