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Hearing his praise, Chacha laughed in a good mood.

The dark red pupils shone with joy, and the color of the heart-shaped pupils was more magnificent than any gemstones I had ever seen in my life.It was clearly pure black hair, but it reflected a faint lavender luster under the light.

Laughing, he deftly twisted the rosette back onto the wedding ring.

To be able to spin such a small object at such a fast speed must have been done countless times.

Bourbon gritted his molars silently, and showed Chacha an ordinary smile.

Seeing his smile, Sake suddenly leaned closer to his face, narrowed his eyes and looked carefully.The faces of the two were very close, and Bourbon even smelled the wonderful cool smell of plaster on his body.

He paused for a moment because of this unexpected taste, and then distanced himself from the sake.

"Please don't get so close." He smiled, "I will reflexively resist."

"Hmph, you don't look like this, I really don't know what she likes about you." Sake snorted coldly and leaned back on the back of his chair, "If you reflexively want to resist, then let's fight, anyway, I I don't have a good impression of you, and people who don't have a good impression of me will never respect his ideas."

Bourbon sighed softly: "Although I don't know why, I always feel that the two of you have misunderstood me." He spread his hands helplessly, "I didn't know you before, and there shouldn't be any conflict. Well—as for the girl in the photo, although her appearance is indeed very cute, she is not..."

Hearing his tone, Sake felt bad and wanted to cover his mouth: "!!!"

Unfortunately, Bourbon has spit out the whole thing:

"...I like the hunting type."

Cha Cha: "..."

Sake took a deep breath, and was completely afraid to look at Chacha's current expression.

That's probably, no, it must be the expression that makes artificial intelligence have nightmares.

Chacha: "...ha."

But unlike Sake's expectation, Chacha smiled instead of angry.

He jumped off the bar with a smile, leaned over and approached Bourbon's face like the sake just now, pinched the side of the chair back that Bourbon was leaning on with his right hand, and pinched Bourbon's shoulder with his left hand.

Then exert all your strength.

The pain caused Bourbon to frown sullenly, and turned his gaze to Chacha's left hand.

——and paused again in astonishment.

There are light blue blood vessels under the skin of that white to almost transparent arm, but unlike ordinary human blood vessels, his blood vessels are like fine fish bones, and dense ribs and dorsal fins are inserted on both sides of the darker blue spine, which looks like It can almost arouse human foreign body phobia and intensive phobia at the same time.

Chacha let go of his shoulders, put her hands on his cheeks, and forcibly made eye contact with him face to face.

"You don't care about my treasures, do you?" Chacha's voice was gentle and exaggerated, "I am really very happy to hear your promise. Because that is the girl I like, so absolutely You can’t shoot at her? You can’t shoot in any sense, she is a treasure that I only dare to look at from a distance and dare not play with, and it is also a precious and unique prey in my life.”

His voice became softer:

"However, I don't want to hear you or anyone say anything bad about her. Since my treasure is rarely and generously displayed in front of people, it means that no one is allowed to question or criticize her...Understand Yet?"

In such pure tenderness, Bourbon felt that the clothes on his back were almost soaked in cold sweat.

The monster in front of him wants only one answer from him:

"……I understand."

"very good."

Chacha showed a smile that was so brilliant that it made him feel chills in his heart.

"Remember what you said now, Bourbon."

After speaking, he restrained all the smiles on his face and left the bar straight away.

Barcelo secretly threw a self-seeking look at Bourbon, and because he was distracted by the conversation between the three, he just found out and poured the apple juice in front of the sake, and chased him out.

Sake touched his non-existent conscience expressionlessly and made his final suggestion: "Why don't you run away quickly, those who are targeted by him will die miserably, you might live longer if you run now."

Bourbon smiled bitterly and spread his hands: "It seems that my luck is really bad to have provoked a big shot inexplicably."

He probed again with extreme caution: "Do you know how to calm Master Cider?"

He had no hope of getting answers and information from Sake, but Sake told him directly, without even hiding anything:

"Mr. Cider... He does things based on his mood and interest. People who can survive under him either because they have something that Mr. Cider is interested in, or because he can make Mr. Cider feel interesting... Of course, not both of them are guaranteed to survive, so a little bit of luck is needed.”

"—Barcelo is the same, Rum is the same, Belmode is the same, and I am the same."

In the final analysis, it is necessary for Chacha to be interested in your existence.

And the day he runs out of interest in you is the day you will die.

Sake thought for a while, and added: "But there are still special people, just like the existence of Ms. Mian itself is an attraction, although this attraction is not necessarily a good thing. Mr. Cider has always been moody, I am more worried If Ms. Sleep finds out that he is paying attention to her, she might take some action of resistance, which might offend Mr. Apple Cider."

"...by then, Mr. Cider will probably be the first to hit her."

"So, I don't care about that...Miss Mian?" Bourbon said with a helpless face. In fact, he had already arranged the witness protection plan of the Japanese police in his heart. "Could it be that I Is it similar to someone that the young lady knew or liked?"

"Then pretend you don't care."

The sake was noncommittal.

"The next thing is mission time. I hope I can see what attractive qualities you have. If you can impress me, you can ask Mr. Cider to plead for you."

"—Didn't you believe me at all?" Bourbon smiled wryly and shook his head, "However, I hope that the ability I have shown will not disappoint you."

Sake calmly pulled up the mask: "...I will wait and see."

He covered the lower half of his face with his left hand, and with his right hand, he pushed up the underside of the medical mask to a point above his lips. Then he drank the apple juice with his right hand and left the bar.

The whole process was well-prepared. Even if Bourbon observed carefully, he could hardly see what he looked like under the mask.

However, his keen observation skills came in handy, and he vaguely saw a clue through the wall of the cup-the area under the sake mask, from the chin to the upper lip, was covered with a layer of light white ointment. The same goes for the part above.

Bourbon mused:

...was the lower half of Sake's face badly injured for some reason?

Let the police investigate the name of Bai Chuanmo, and Chacha, the name of the cider that the sake was exposed in the early morning, must also be investigated as soon as possible.

Using the emergency method taught in the training, Bourbon quickly took samples and bagged the fingerprints left by Chacha on the back of the chair and the fingerprints left by sake on the wall of the cup respectively. The saliva stain collected several samples and sent them back to the police to extract the DNA of sake as soon as possible.

He moved very quickly, and the whole process only took about 3 minutes.

Today's harvest is quite rich.

Bourbon wiped the sweat from the tip of his nose and forehead, and briefly thought about whether to ask Kazami to notify and protect Suzukisan.

But considering Sake's warning, he postponed the notice a bit.

Let's look at the specific situation again.

It would be bad to startle the snake.

Gin and Chacha occupy one side of the back seat of the Porsche 356A, and neither of them intends to speak first.

Vodka, who was driving, felt the weird atmosphere, and sweat kept streaming from his forehead, but he didn't even dare to wipe it off.

Sitting in the passenger seat, Barceló shrank silently, trying to reduce his sense of existence.

In the end, Qin Jiu asked a crucial question: "...Who will be in charge of the task?"

Generally, mission command is conducted by Gin.

Vodka, Cohen, and Chianti, who often partner with him, all have positions under him in the organization, so they will naturally obey his orders.

But at this moment, Qin Jiu was no longer the highest-ranking person in the task force.

Although his perception of Chacha was mediocre—it was bad at first, but somehow improved slightly after meeting today—he must also recognize the fact that this guy in front of him is actually the third in command of the organization.

If Rum's attitude is included, he is likely to become the second in command of the organization.

Chacha's high status gave Gin a headache.

And when the gentleman sent him a message, he repeatedly emphasized that he must follow the other party's wishes, and must not offend the other party, even if it makes the other party unhappy.

...made his head hurt even more.

Barceló spoke for Chacha knowingly: "Of course Apple Cider will direct it in person. Why, do you have any objections to this, Gin?"

Gin: "Of course not."

After a while, Qin Jiu snorted coldly:

"Hmph... I hope this mission will not become a farce."

"The success rate of the cider mission is higher than yours." Barcelo continued to retaliate sensiblely, "On the contrary, I hope that you and vodka will not hold us back."

"It seems that the two of you are quite sure about this mission...I'll wait and see." Gin Jiu emphasized on being sure and waiting.

Barcelo immediately continued: "I don't dare to be absolutely sure, but I should be more sure than you."

Gin: "..."

Vodka drove tremblingly, afraid to speak.

The delicate atmosphere was maintained until the meeting with Cohen and Chianti.

Seeing the people outside the plan, Barcelo immediately thought something was wrong, and saw Chacha's face was really not very good-looking.

After a moment of silence, Barcelo and Chacha immediately stood on the united front, their eyes meaningfully drifting towards their necks, as if they were wondering where to start.

Chianti touched his cold neck in a daze: "Cohen, do you feel a little cold?"

Cohen nodded.

Vodka looked at them blankly: "But, it's summer now."

The author has something to say: Me: The Quest of Bourbon and Gin (crossed out) The Misery of Bourbon and Gin.

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