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"Bourbon..."

"Bourbon..."

"Hmm..." Bourbon raised his head and moved his stiff cervical spine, "Did I fall asleep, sorry."

"Really, how late did you go to bed yesterday?" The black-haired, cat-eyed young man seemed a little helpless, with a gentle tone, "Lum, let us take care of our younger generations. You can't set a good example like this."

Are the juniors in this organization also considered juniors?What example am I setting for them?Kill without blinking an eye?

And don't let your guard down even if it's just the two of us, you're not Scottish at all.

Bourbon didn't answer like that this time, he smiled slightly, "That's right."

Now Scotland panicked: "Did you take the wrong medicine?"

Bourbon:  …

"No, I just..."

The door of the room was opened from the outside, and a young man with long black hair stepped in. Bourbon paused for a moment, and continued: "I'm looking forward to it, the junior sent by Rum."

Recalling the future of this junior, his tone was a bit complicated.

However, he quickly adjusted his mood, the corners of his mouth raised a slight arc, and his friendly eyes fell on the young man who came in behind Ley, and he froze for a moment.

On the right side of that still young and childish face, there was a red and swollen mark of a slap.Because it was not handled properly, it was particularly shocking.

Ah... that's what happened.

Bourbon dug out relevant memories from his memory.

When meeting Montes for the first time, this guy's face was also swollen, and of course no one would care about this.

Anyway, Rum's order was only to let them teach the newcomers well, but he didn't say that the teaching included any concern.

and……

Bourbon's first impression of Montes was very, very bad.

When the boy met Rum, he was appreciated by the latter, which he found out when he was about to teach the newcomer.

This undoubtedly made him highly vigilant.

Rum, the second-in-command of the organization, the fact that he would appreciate Ren when he met for the first time was unusual.

And on the first day he saw the boy, Bourbon understood why.

The undeserved talents and gifts were, without a doubt, evident in this young man.

Even though he has not formally joined the organization, the other party has already been soaked with the cold, gloomy and evil aura that belongs to this organization and has fallen with the darkness.

Seeing such a person, all I can think of is how he will play with the law, play with life, and fool people's hearts.

In fact, the three bottles of whiskey who were undercover were all very afraid of teenagers, and no one wanted to organize another gin-like helper. Of course, they also secretly obstructed during the teaching period.

However, it is a pity that the strength of the young man was beyond expectations, and he survived tenaciously to the end.

In this way, it is inevitable to be more vigilant towards him.

"Seniors, please give me your advice in the future." The junior bowed obediently and saluted, pulling Bourbon's wandering thoughts back in time.

The other two bottles of whiskey responded indifferently, and Bourbon blinked and smiled brightly: "Please sit down first. I am Bourbon, the one with long hair is Ley, and the other is Scotland."

The black-haired boy raised his head unexpectedly, Bourbon, who had been paying attention to him, didn't miss the surprise that flashed in his eyes and the disappointment that followed.

Mr. A hesitated for a moment, and sat where Bourbon pointed.

As expected of a man with three faces.He thought that his acting skills were really impeccable. If he hadn't known that Bourbon's affection for him was negative, based on the other party's performance alone, he would have thought he was being treated kindly.

Ley glanced at the fake smile on Bourbon's face, still expressionless: "Since you like it so much, you will be responsible for the first week, no problem, Bourbon?"

Bourbon's smile remained the same: "Okay, after all, he is a cute junior, of course I like it very much."

Ley left without hesitation.

Bourbon got up from the sofa and walked to a certain room. Mr. A didn't know his purpose, and couldn't think of anything to say, so he kept quiet knowingly.

Scotland was not in a hurry to leave. He wiped the muzzle of the gun with his eyes down. The lines of the man's face were crisp enough, and he was even more fierce when he was expressionless. It was no surprise that the gun in the opponent's hand was pointed at him in the next second.

Mr. A is very cautious.

"name……"

"Eh?"

Scotland put down the cloth, lightly held the handle of the gun in his hand, and repeated: "Your name."

"No..." Mr. A lightly stroked the candy jar in his hand, and smiled, "I've forgotten about that kind of thing a long time ago."

Along with living memories.

The only things that have not been forgotten are stories that have nothing to do with themselves, such as comics and movies.

Other than that, I have almost forgotten everything, and the name is of course no exception.

But even so, even if he forgot, Mr. A knew that those were extremely happy experiences.

That's why I am obsessed with getting a new life, so at this time, I also smile from the bottom of my heart.

Mr. A said: "If you don't mind, please call me A."

"A...?" Bourbon, who came out of that room, repeated, "Speaking of which, you are from Japan, so you should be able to speak Japanese?"

Mr. A has a bag of ice cubes in a plastic bag in his hand, but what does Bourbon do with ice cubes?Want to make a drink?

This question stayed in his mind for a moment, and Mr. A said: "Yes, it is the mother tongue after all."

"If that's the case, let's communicate in Japanese in private afterwards." Bourbon said in Japanese, "Sure enough, it's more convenient to use his native language?" He said, sitting next to him very naturally.

"I see—" Jun A nodded, suddenly a cold object was stuck to the side of his face, and when he subconsciously tried to escape, he was blocked by a hand, so he could only passively bear the coldness of the side of his face. The coolness of people.

"Hiss..." Mr. A gasped, "Wait, senior Bourbon... what are you going to do?"

Bourbon smiled gently, "Ice compress, Mr. A's face is already swollen, and it will continue to deteriorate if it is not dealt with as soon as possible."

I understand the truth, but why would you do this to someone you hate?

So, is it necessary to do this kind of thing in disguise?

Mr. A fell into confusion.

and……

It's too close.

Bourbon covered the back of his neck with one hand, and pressed the ice pack on his face with the other. If you look at this posture from the side, Mr. A seems to be trapped in Bourbon's arms.

You can smell the shower gel on the other person.

Mr. A couldn't hide his embarrassment, and forced himself to take the ice pack from Bourbon's hand calmly: "I'll do it myself... Thank you, Senior Bourbon."

Scotland watching: "You really like him, Bourbon." He also used Japanese.

Bourbon: "Because Mr. A is a good boy."

Scotland:……

Mr. A: ...

Mr. A's expression was extremely complicated in an instant.

To be able to use a good boy to describe him with a natural evil temperament, are you sure you are not ironic?

[Mr. A: Just to confirm, Mr. Bourbon here is the undercover agent of the Japanese police, Rei Kotani, right? 】

[System: Yes. 】

That's even more wrong!

Seeing the boy's suspicion and vigilance, Bourbon accepted it as soon as he saw it, and said with a slight smile: "Then I will leave. This residence is your residence during the United States, and the food in the refrigerator can be used as you like. Your first The first test is tomorrow, so prepare well."

Mr. A nodded quickly.

"Ah, that's right." Bourbon took out his mobile phone, "Exchange your contact information?"

Mr. A: "..."

"Can't you?" Bourbon tilted his head, and the baby's face was pure doubt.The smoky purple eyes reflected the light from the window, as dazzling as the morning sun.

Yes, damn it!

This guy did it on purpose!He clearly knew that his face was foul!

Mr. A resisted the desire to lean back, and said with difficulty: "I don't have a mobile phone."

Bourbon bent his eyes: "Then... If that's the case, I'll bring one to Mr. A tomorrow, as a meeting gift for seniors."

Mr. A: "Ah, um, thank you, Mr. Bourbon."

[Jun A: Is he really Belmode? 】

Although Belmode wouldn't do this either.

Mr. A thought deeply.

The amuro content of this bourbon...is too high.

[System: Please don't make unrealistic assumptions. 】

After Mr. A sent the two policemen away, he slumped on the sofa and pondered for a long time, and finally convinced himself.

After all, Bourbon has never been drawn in the comics as soon as he joined the organization. Maybe his current character design is like this?

As for giving him a mobile phone or something... because it can be bugged or something.

Well, anyway, he doesn't care about this. Mr. A doesn't think there are any ulterior secrets, and he doesn't have much value in being investigated.

Even being able to stand here is only due to the credit of the props.

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commercial street...

Bourbon walked into the shop down the street.

Waiter lady standing inside: "Is there anything I can do for you, sir?"

"I want to buy a mobile phone, do you have any recommendations?" Bourbon smiled, but the smile couldn't reach his eyes.

It had been three years since he had last seen Montes.

Personally... killed the other party.

In the past few days of being a bourbon again, I dream of that day every time I fall asleep.But every time I couldn't see the face of the young man in the dream.

The only certainty is that Mr. A at that time will no longer be recognized as a bad person at first glance.

Mr. A, the name Bourbon has always been known, but it has never been called by it.Because of his initial impression, his attitude towards Mr. A has always been vigilant and defensive.

Mr. A is a sensitive person, and these things cannot be hidden from him, so he chose to avoid Bourbon.

But it will be more friendly when facing the relatively milder Scotland.But that's just one point. After all, they are essentially undercover agents, and they all have a certain degree of hostility towards Mr. A, who has huge criminal potential.

Even so, Mr. A who was treated like this still chose to help them at that time.

It's not because of how charismatic they are, probably anyone else, Mr. A would make the same choice.

Bourbon stood in front of the counter of the mobile phone store and showed a wry smile, which was fleeting.

And when Bourbon back in the past no longer faced Mr. A with a hostile attitude, everything became different.

He recalled the surprise and disappointment that flashed in those gray eyes when he greeted Mr. A in the room.

The surprise is because I didn't expect to be treated kindly, but the disappointment is because I think that kindness is just a fake.

Putting ice on him... probably also considered adult hypocrisy.

That's why there was a look of doubt for a moment.

The confusion and doubts when I heard the evaluation of the good boy...

I'm used to being misunderstood.

Everyone regards him as a reserve who will become a bad guy sooner or later, hostile, guarded, disgusted, accused, and murderous, growing up in such an environment...

first name.

No.That kind of thing has long been forgotten.

What kind of mood did you say that?

And he, who claims to be righteous, has always done the same thing as everyone else.

Why didn't he realize all this until he learned the truth from others?

It turned out that the boy hadn't changed from the beginning to the end, but he stubbornly chose not to understand it - because of his own prejudice.

Because... unwilling to consider the possibility that the person who killed his colleague was not actually a villain.

But in fact, what I do is not fundamentally different from Mr. A.

For the benefit of more people - the justice recognized by most people, Jiang Gu Ling murdered innocent people, Mr. A just wanted to survive, if he didn't kill others, he would be killed by others.

Bourbon was silent for a moment, choosing from the mobile phones recommended by the salesperson, "Give me this one, please."

White suits him better than black and gray.

After paying, Bourbon left with the cardboard box printed with the logo, and the phone in his pocket rang a notification tone, which was an unsigned email.

【doing what? 】

A sentence with no beginning and no end and no value.

Bourbon smiled, knowing that it was Scotland who noticed his strangeness today.

He typed with one hand, 【Choosing a mobile phone.I know what's going on, don't worry. 】

After hitting send, he immediately deleted all records.

Even though he feels guilty towards Mr. A, Fugu Ling will not forget his mission.

In order to protect the interests of the people and live up to his nameless comrades who sacrificed in a foreign country, he came from the future and has the obligation and responsibility to destroy this organization as soon as possible.

However, the black organization is huge after all, even if he still remembers the information, the current situation cannot be destroyed by these alone.

The infiltration of organizations by organizations from various countries, the weakening of the black organization, the cooperation of all forces, the organization's underestimation of the enemy, two silver bullets, Bourbon, Montes...

These combined together lead to success a few years later.

The current great detective is probably a genuine ten-year-old elementary school student who is obsessed with Sherlock Holmes and reasoning.

And the other silver bullet is just a rookie undercover in the organization at the moment.

Bourbon hadn't even seen Rum's face yet.

In short, everything is not in a hurry.

There is nothing wrong with taking care of Mr. A so much.

It is not easy for the opponent who is being watched by Rum to leave the organization, but it is not hopeless.

Just need a right time.