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The wind is blowing, the water is cold, and the strong man will never return once he is gone.

At this time, it can not be more appropriate to describe me who keeps dying and never looks back.

Standing on the windy roof, due to my light weight, I had to grab the door of the roof in embarrassment to prevent myself from flying out.

"Damn it, hurry up and help me."

I felt the gust of wind that could blow away everything, and I slandered in my heart: whoever came up with the plan to go out to do missions during the typhoon, and even pretended that others were busy running for their lives and would not pay attention.

In the distant United States, people from WINE's organization and planning department sneezed continuously.

There were three people on the balcony, and in the end, the kind-hearted Scotland helped me stabilize my body, so that I was not eligible to participate in the mission because I was blown away by the wind halfway.

Wait, don't I just don't want to participate in the mission?

……

Looking at my stabilized body, I looked up at Scotland and said in embarrassment:

"Sorry, or you'd better let me fly away."

However, when I asked for help, I had to bear it myself while kneeling. Scotland chose to shake his head with a smile, and then firmly held me in place.

Sure enough, those who can be sent as undercover agents are all stuffed with sesame seeds.

"You smell like Xiaoguang."

Listening to the voices coming from the microphones of Toru Amuro and Belmode who were going to lure Bai Lan, I was stunned for a moment and forgot about the power of Scotland struggling with it. It took me a long time to realize that what I said according to the novel Should tearfully yell in Gin's direction.

{Bryn, I'm here. }

No, no, this is the reality. The reality is that I just want to complain: Bai Lan, are you a dog?Obviously, I just spent two hours last night in the open space without any physical contact with anyone.

In the coffee shop, Belmode and Bourbon sat directly opposite to Bai Lan. They were sitting at the window facing the street. Such a wide view was very convenient for the snipers on the opposite building to work.

Leaving aside the members of the organization who were far away on the rooftop, Bourbon, who was in charge of contacting Bailan directly with Belmode, felt an indescribable feeling, perhaps suddenly feeling like he had been sprinkled with dog food.

However, based on his work ethic and quick on-the-spot responses, he still spoke out about the invitation from the organization:

"Your partner has joined our organization, do you want to come too?"

"Lao Tzu, it's not his partner, at most it's his ex-boyfriend, Bourbon, are you stupid in dating?"

Feeling his almost deaf ears, Bourbon kept a commercial smile on his face. Do you think he won't hold grudges against Fu Wenguang for forcing him to fall in love?Doesn't this mean that the retribution will come immediately.

"companion?"

Holding the cotton candy bag, with a half-smile on his face, Bai Lan looked at Bourbon in front of him, and said playfully,

"Xiao Guang, it's not a partner but a miracle."

"Bourbon stabbed him to death for me quickly, and I will give you 100 billion when it is done."

I don't know how the gin on the other side made Fu Wenguang get the bourbon of the earphones. While enduring the noise attack in the eardrums, he signaled Belmode with his eyes to tell the content of their transaction.

This is very in line with the characteristics of the organization. One person knows the mission location, one person knows the mission content, two people are responsible for killing and killing, and one person is responsible for logistics.

As for Fu Wenguang, it is completely a burden attached to this mission, or a trading item.

Belmode got the hint from Bourbon's eyes, stretched out his hand to brush his hair charmingly, and turned down the noise of the headset, and then said:

"Boss once heard that you seem to be able to come back from the dead, and you have profound knowledge in medicine."

As she said that, she took out a photo from her pocket and it was none other than the Magic Knight.

The photo was taken by Bai Lan, and then an orange-red flame burst out from his fingertips. In an instant, the photo turned into pieces of debris and became dust in the natural world.

"It seems that your BOSS seems to have a good research on time."

Bai Lan, who got the memory returned in the future, is now just a vicious player who wants to research new flavors of cotton candy and persecute Fu Wenguang. He doesn't remember that he has cured the magic knight's illness at this point in time.

That is the credit of Xiaoguang's reversal technique.

"wearetobethatgodisalsoaclemon

and with going against st the time might y torrent

let the dead come back to life

we are god and devil

'cause we're going to turn back time

bring people back to life”

"I don't know if you are satisfied with our answer, is it to join or die?"

Bai Lan's external identity is the prince of a small Italian gangster who ran away from home and opened a cotton candy factory. This identity seems to be unable to stop the sanity of a dying person.

However, considering that the other party was able to get the photos of 'Future', Bai Lan also wondered if the leader of this organization had lost his mind, which caused him to come to provoke him on a sudden whim.

Perhaps it was not a whim, but a premeditated plan. After all, Xiao Guang's previous kidnapping seemed to be a prop to attract himself from this moment.

The other party seems to have figured out their personalities: always have a deep curiosity about the things they are interested in.

He is also a little curious now, what exactly is that crazy mastermind behind the scenes trying to do?It's not like just resurrecting from the dead...

And based on Xiaoguang's personality, can this organization persist until now without being destroyed?This is really interesting.

"Well, where's Xiaoguang?"

Bai Lan took out a snowball from the cotton candy bag and stuffed it into her mouth to replenish the sugar consumed by thinking.

However, since the person has been found, it seems good to stay and play.

"Little Light..."

Bourbon was sure that this was the name of the new member Mogao, but it was just a name, which was enough for him to investigate all the information.

"Eh? Hmm... It seems that you all call each other by code names within WINE."

Seeing Bourbon's reaction, Bai Lan blinked her purple-gray eyes, narrowed her eyes slightly, and pointed to Bourbon's ear,

"Then give me your headset... I just heard Xiaoguang's voice..."

Bai Lan opened her eyes completely. The aura of the big boss made Belmode and Bourbon instantly alert. The other party is a person with abilities, and just before the two came, Gin explained the words from the boss. enemy, then immediately choose to kill the opponent, the assassination fails...

'You kill yourself on the spot, or you need me and Rye to help you. '

Bourbon hesitated, he met Bai Lan's eyes, waiting for the voice from the other end of the headset.

"give him."

This was the voice of gin. When they heard this sentence, Bourbon and Belmode secretly breathed a sigh of relief.

Bourbon took off the headset in his ear, put it on the table, and then reached out and moved the headset towards Bailan.

Bai Lan looked at the headset that was moved in front of her, put down the cotton candy bag in her hand, took two paper towels from the table, wiped her fingers and the headset carefully, and then stuffed the headset into her ears.

"Is it Xiaoguang~"

A slightly sweet voice came from Bai Lan's mouth. At the same time, Bourbon and Belmode could clearly see the indifferent and even perfunctory expressions on each other's faces when they were talking to them, which was somewhat surprising. Unexpected indifference.

"Bai Lan, go back to your Italy."

Belmode listened to Nemogao's voice in the headset, and was slightly startled. It was different from the nonsensical and overly overzealous voice shown by the other party in front of the members of the organization. The voice with deadly killing intent was like a silver bullet quickly poking at the eyes. Needles carry extreme danger.

"Xiao Guang is really ruthless~"

"Didn't Xiaoguang make me fall in love with you?"

"That's not because you flipped my coffin boards... And Bai Lan, don't forget your agreement with me..."

Standing on the roof, Fu Wenguang, who was held by Scotland, approached the edge of the balcony, looked down at the coffee shop on the opposite floor, and as if sensing something, Bai Lan, who was sitting by the window, also raised his head to look at the roof.

But the dazzling sunlight could only make him vaguely see an extremely blurred outline.

"Have you found the antidote Xiao Guang was looking for?"

I listened to Bai Lan's voice, glanced at Gin standing next to the rye holding the gun, recalled the other party's behavior of resisting my spell from the first to the second time, and thought for a long time,

"maybe."

"Is it developed by this organization?"

It seems that Bailan can't get rid of the brown sugar for the time being. Thinking about the future memory received after lying in the coffin and being opened by someone, and thinking of the other party's declaration: I love you is my business and has nothing to do with you. I will not stop Xiaoguang's weird remarks about falling in love.

"That's it."

After all, gin is also considered a work of this organization, and bourbon is half of it.

"Then I'll be a colleague from now on, Xiao Guang."

Listening to the words on the other end of the headset, I didn't have any mood to smile at all. I hate this kind of thing the most, and my colleagues... have already guessed what I want to do...

After all, people like us have never been able to tolerate being stepped on the head.

Do you cooperate?

Thinking of Bailan's scientific research ability and her research on Qisan, recalling half of the research materials she had obtained before, she stretched out her hand and pinched the center of her eyebrows, feeling the weakening power of the typhoon.

I left the Scottish brand anti-typhoon equipment and jumped off the roof. Thanks to the typhoon, there were no people gathered around, and the owner of the coffee shop, as the organization's cooperative intermediary, naturally didn't say much. What.

Following the gentle wind, I quickly landed on the ground, then stood on the street opposite the coffee shop, looked at Bai Lan who seemed very happy, and whispered into the headset:

"Long time no see, Bai Lan, happy cooperation."