The red side is always blocking my dog ​​leash

Mr. A sent a text message to the three bottles of whiskey that night, saying that he had changed his mobile phone number and contacted him at any time.

Preferably the one that pays you.

His wallet is overwhelmed, and his body is about to be emptied.

Need money urgently...

Less than 3 minutes after the text message was sent, the mobile phone rang. Mr. A looked at the screen and saw that it was Bourbon.

"Hi senior, do you have a job?"

Is there any money to be made?he can!

The other side was silent for a long time, and when Mr. A could not help but speak out, Bourbon said in a low voice: "A?"

Mr. A does not forget his original intention: "It's me. Do you have any orders from senior?"

"No, no." Bourbon on the opposite side smiled lightly and asked, "Where are you?"

As soon as he heard that there was no money to be made, Mr. A lost his mind and replied: "I'm at the Wenger Hotel, do seniors want to find me?"

It's just an expression of concern.He understands and absolutely cooperates 100%.

Showing a somewhat moved look, laying a good foundation for becoming Bourbon's intelligence extraction machine and tool man in the future.

Bourbon looked at the cracked phone screen that hadn't been replaced in time, and was momentarily absent-minded.

Covering his eyes with his palms, he hooked the corners of his lips.

It was like this before.

Mr. A... At that time, it was already Montes. The two of them belonged to the Rum faction and had cooperated many times. When he confirmed that the opportunity was right, he had done the thing of secretly passing information to the hostile forces. .

It is no exaggeration to say that such a situation is almost a dead end.

The enemy had buried bombs in the ground in advance as a means of insurance.In addition to the two thugs on the surface, there are double-digit mercenaries hidden behind the scenes. One person faces dozens of guns, and there is a large-scale explosion in the end. Even Gin will surely die.

Yet Montes survived.

The scorched marks on the USB flash drive he brought back proved that he had indeed encountered an explosion.

When Bourbon saw him, the young man who looked like a teenager had already changed into neat clothes. He did not question Bourbon's mistakes in intelligence that put him in danger.

The next time I received a job to cooperate with Bourbon, I also showed the same trust as before.

It seems that no matter what kind of desperate situation he is in, Montes can make himself possible in an impossible situation. Most of the tasks he undertakes are extremely dangerous. The extremely high completion rate makes him highly valued by Rum. People want to imitate him, but these overreaching guys are all lying on the ground without exception.

What Munster represents is the possibility of the impossible.

And such a person died easily in the hands of Jiang Gu Ling who was seriously injured at that time, a result that should have been impossible.

Mr. A...is Montes.

The figure of a teenager coincides with that of a future youth. Even if the fledgling is fledgling, an eagle is different from a sparrow after all.

Wenger Hotel, 9:13 p.m.

Bourbon rang the doorbell of Mr. A's room.

The boy obviously didn't expect that he would come that day, and Bourbon heard a chaotic sound coming from inside, something fell to the ground, and the hard particles inside made a fine sound of collision.

The door is open...

The young man's black hair was messy and damp, and the clothes he put on in a hurry were a little skewed, but the bandages were neatly wrapped around his neck, the lower end was hidden in the neckline, and one end protruded from the cuffs, wrapping most of his palms.

His pale skin was pink, and his eyes were red for a week, as if he had just taken a shower.

"Senior..." Mr. A hesitated.

Bourbon showed an impeccable smile, and did not feel guilty for disturbing others late at night: "Why don't you let me in first?"

Mr. A suddenly felt a mask of pain in his heart.

I am used to painless happiness, and suddenly it feels really grassy (a kind of plant) to return to the original state, not to mention that he just bathed himself and didn't take care of the wound at all, which is even more difficult.

He felt his muscles twitch subconsciously, and physical tears were about to burst out of his eyes.He forced a smile: "Senior, please come in."

Get out of here...

The duplicity Mr. A turned sideways to leave room for people to come in.

Originally, my acting skills are very limited, and in this case it's even more...

Bourbon noticed his unnaturally trembling fingers, and after a moment's hesitation, walked into the room.

There were two chairs in front of the floor-to-ceiling windows, and that was the only place where two people could sit—they couldn't possibly go to bed, which was kind of weird.

Mr. A held his hand, found a cup, poured two cups of water, and put it on the table in the middle of the chair.

"Senior Bourbon is here for something important, right?" If he just came to visit, he... can't do anything. )

oh so angry...

Bourbon didn't know the extent of Mr. A's injury. He could only speculate from the bandages wrapped around the boy. Apparently Mr. A's current tolerance was not as good as that of Montes in the future. This was the first time Bourbon saw him in such a mess.

The embarrassment here does not refer to the appearance. During the training, Bourbon beat Mr. A so many times that he couldn't get up.he means...

Mr. A put on an indifferent illusion, but the unnatural muscles have exposed the real state of the other party. He does not want to show his weak side, but he does not have the ability to completely hide the pain.

Mr. A is not used to this kind of life now.

Accompanied by pain.live with violence.

Bourbon was silent for a moment, and he was silent many times when facing Mr. A.

He realized that there was a living being who was numb in pain, killed the weakness of the heart, erected a shell full of spikes, and isolated everyone. He could have lived well in a violent world.

But the kindness that still lives in him makes him willingly walk into the light, even if it means dying.

And now, he has a second chance.

Bourbon no longer covered it with a fake smile, he raised his hand, and it fell on the messy black hair under the boy's stiff gaze. His palm was cold and wet, "It must be painful."

The young man who was no longer wearing the Bourbon mask got up from the seat, half-kneeled in front of the young man and looked at him at the same level, gently stroking the already warm hair with his fingertips, and his voice was soft.

"It's okay to cry."

Mr. A was stunned, and there was a gentle touch on his cheek, and he realized that the tears fell down by himself at some point, and Bourbon was wiping them away with his fingers.But because it's been dripping all the time, it can't be wiped clean at all.

There was a helpless and gentle look on the young man's face.

Too sly.

Is it because I let this man see the value this time?To do this.

Mr. A cannot deny that he was really moved.

It has been a few months since I came to this world. Because of assaulting the police at the beginning, I have been wandering around for a month, and I have never been safe from the beginning.

After joining the organization, I had a delicious meal because of the bourbon.But even then, he was alone all the time.

No friends, no relatives, no one can trust, only myself.

The disgust of passers-by because of props also makes it difficult for him to establish a positive relationship with others, even if he has no such idea himself.

But the kindness of strangers is also a kind of comfort. Mr. A also had kind people to help him when he was in Japan.

Most people are social animals, and Mr. A is too. Being alone can drive a person crazy.What's more, he had to turn himself into a bad person. When he took other people's lives, he used indirect reasons to convince himself that he was not the one who violated the rules.

And the system is not within the bounds of the rules.But it doesn't mean that there is no psychological burden.

No normal person likes pain, at least Mr. A does not. He can actually buy pain shielding from the system. He has the confidence to earn enough energy, so the stingy character design will jump left and right.

This pain...it's hard to say that it's not a masochistic punishment.

Of course, he has a firm goal. No matter what he encounters, Mr. A has the confidence to go to the end alone.However, this does not mean that he can remain unmoved when someone reaches out to him.

What's more, this person is...

Mr. A buried his face in the chest of the young man who smelled of men's perfume, and felt that the other party patted his back lightly.

Isn't that what his plan is?Pretend to be impressed and get closer to Bourbon.

Originally, I was very worried that my acting skills would not be able to deceive the other party, but now it happened that half-truths and half-false words were the most deceptive.

There is a saying that doesn't mean that, if you want to deceive others, you must deceive yourself.

Mr. A wrapped his arms around the broad back of the young man, his knuckles were slightly white, and the tearing pain at the wound reminded him of his last sanity.

Just an excuse.