The red side is always blocking my dog ​​leash

The boy appeared to be asleep.

The other person is quiet even when they cry, so it can be difficult to tell.

Bourbon tentatively picked him up from the chair, obviously not gentle enough, the boy let out a subconscious hum, but he still didn't wake up in the end.The youth breathed a sigh of relief.

He avoided places where there might be wounds as much as possible, and put Mr. A on the bed in the room. The light from the overhead light was very bright, and Bourbon stood by the bed, blocking the light that fell on the boy's face behind him.

The piece of fabric on his chest was soaked, and it could be said that this kind of material was ruined after being exposed to water, but it didn't matter.

The young man looked down at the boy's still childish face, and Montes also had a baby face, and his face had hardly changed after a few years, but he could clearly distinguish them.

If Montes in the future is a fortress made of steel, and no one can penetrate his heart, Mr. A just barely erected the outer wall. This kind of behavior... can be regarded as taking advantage of the situation.

Bourbon leaned over and turned off the lights, leaving only a soft reading lamp.

While Mr. A was asleep, he quickly and gently untied the boy's loose shirt, and briefly checked the wound.

There was a penetrating gunshot wound on the neck and shoulder, the former was located very close to the carotid artery, there was a bruise on the side of the chest, and a penetrating wound on the wrist bones on both sides. The nerve in the middle was injured, and the bones were not damaged. The wound was bleeding a little, and Bourbon took care of it a little.

The most deadly wound is on the neck. If the carotid artery is damaged, it will soon die due to excessive blood loss.

Or if it hit a nerve, he'd be completely paralyzed before the bullet left his neck, or the windpipe...

Mr. A brushes shoulders with death.The biggest reason for surviving is probably luck. The bullet just avoided all the possibility of death and passed through the muscle.

Bourbon covered the quilt for him, and when he lowered his head, he noticed a medicine bottle protruding from the bottom of the bed.

Aspirin, pain reliever.

He unscrewed the lid, and there was only a thin layer of pills inside. Even though it was only three days since Mr. A encountered Byron, if he took the pills every time since then, it would obviously exceed the dosage.

Bourbon screwed back the cap and put the medicine on the table.The phone vibrated in his pocket.He took a deep look at Jun A's peaceful sleeping face, turned and walked out of the room.

"Mr. Rothsay, it's very ungentlemanly to disturb someone's dream late at night."

A man's wailing voice came from the phone, "I'm sorry, I was wrong, sir, I beg your forgiveness, save me..."

"It seems that you didn't do what I said. It's really distressing. Didn't you already say not to be too greedy?"

Bourbon's pupils reflected the city's night, his face was cold, but his voice was ambiguous and kind, "Before doing anything, you must be prepared to bear the consequences. This is the truth that children understand."

"No, no—Please! I'd give anything, please—"

Bourbon hung up the phone.

This desperate man wants to grab his last hope, but he doesn't know that it's Bourbon's fault that got him to this point.

The organization hopes to reach out to the third party in parliament, and Rothsay is one of the steps.

He shouldn't have died.His death should not be regarded as the organization's favor and power over Drake.

So far, Bourbon has done countless things like this. He is an information dealer, and there are countless hidden threads everywhere.

But the people under him will not work for him in vain, he always sells the information at a super-valuable price to satisfy those greedy mouths.

There is also an organization. His purpose of joining the organization is to use this big tree to jump to a higher position. Although the world does not know his name, it knows that there is such a businessman.He has benefited from the organization, and naturally he has to create value for the organization.

Gin doesn't care how many people die, taking the lives of others is as natural to him as drinking water.

But not bourbon.

He killed, died because of him, and countless lives were on his back all the time, just because he had justice in his heart.

Kindness is the worst quality a person who lives in darkness should have.

Just like Mr. A...

Bourbon rejected Mr Rothsay's call, put him on a blacklist, and he dialed another number.

Was connected quickly.

The other party's deep voice sounded in the ear, "Hello, Bourbon?"

"Rye, are you going to Japan next week?" Bourbon directly entered the topic.

"The news is well-informed... yes, what's the matter?"

"It's not important. It's up to you to take Mr. A next, but I happen to need him somewhere. So I hope you leave Mr. A to me. Anyway, Ley, you don't like to take care of children."

The other party said coldly: "Whatever you want."

"Then it's settled, bye—"

There are some things that need to be confirmed as soon as possible, and he is not worried about Mr. A running around with Ley in this state.

But it is impossible to take care of Mr. A all the time.So take advantage of this time to teach the other party the ability to identify danger and the awareness to avoid danger in time.

Bourbon scratched across the cracks on the screen with his fingertips, lowered his eyes and smiled.

Anyway, it's great to be alive.

-

Because of the strange unfolding in various senses, Mr. A shamefully chose to escape.

In the low power consumption mode of the system, he quickly fell asleep as expected.

Waking up the next day to a house-dressed bourbon—an event that was also unexpected, but seemed reasonable.

Mr. A: ...

He silently took the tableware from the other party, picked up the sun-shaped fried egg with one hand, and silently took a bite.

is sweet...

"what about the taste?"

"delicious……"

After the simple conversation, the air became quiet again.

Compared with Mr. A's embarrassment, Bourbon's face was leisurely, his eyes swept over the reddish ears between the young man's black hair, and a smile flashed in his eyes.

"After a while, I will take care of Mr. A." Bourbon smiled, "So is there anything you want to eat? If your physical condition allows, I can do it."

"Ah!?" Mr. A almost spit out the milk in his mouth, swallowed hard, and said, "But I remember that it should be Senior Ley..."

"Ley is going on a business trip, so I handed it over to me." Bourbon blinked, and the grievance inside was clearly visible, "Does Mr. A not like me?"

Mr. A: ...

Be normal, he is scared!

This man is really—

horrible……

Even saying this kind of thing so naturally, is worthy of Bourbon!

Mr. A buried his head deeply, not wanting to reveal his stomachache expression, and answered with difficulty: "Hi, I like it."

His cheeks felt hot all of a sudden.

This is a truth.

After all, who can not love paper people.

Bourbon touched his head happily, "Good boy."

It feels like training a dog.

Mr. A showed dead fish eyes behind his back.

[System: Dog——]

[Jun A: Shut up. 】

I didn't think of dogs on purpose, this time it was really just an accident!

Bourbon continued: "Mr. A, don't call me senior anymore. How about a more intimate name?"

Not so...

Mr. A firmly refused in his heart, and then said: "Bourbon?"

"Hmm..." Bourbon tilted his head, "Call me by my name, Toru Amuro."

"Mr. Tou?" Not knowing what the other party's definition of intimacy is, Mr. A tentatively played freely.

Bourbon didn't want to continue playing guessing games with Mr. A, so he said directly, "How about calling me brother? I will also take care of Mr. A as a younger brother."

thump.

I want to save you, but you want to be my brother?

Mr. A complained in shock.

He didn't want to admit that his heart skipped a beat when he heard that syllable.

elder brother……

family.

Mr. A took a deep breath: "Brother Tou."

The other party touched his head again, and said gently, "I'm here."