The red side is always blocking my dog ​​leash

When Mr. A woke up, he was still a little dazed facing the unfamiliar bedroom, and subconsciously rubbed his cheek against the soft quilt.

This is the first time he has had a good night's sleep since he came to this world for so long.

After all, he robbed the convenience store in front of the two policemen on the first day, and then obstructed the official business when the police were operating. Such a person has definitely been blacklisted, and he is still a black household without a document.

Even if you have money, you can only go to the kind of cheap hotels with three things. Not only are the bed boards extremely hard, but there is also a musty smell that cannot be ignored.

Mr. A breathed in the smell of air freshener and sighed: "Sure enough, it's good to be alive."

There are only faint marks left on the cheeks that were beaten by Marianne yesterday, and the ice pack is very effective.

After enjoying the right to stay in bed for a while, Mr. A had to grab his empty stomach and get up, get up and put on yesterday's clothes——

He bought it with all his net worth the day before yesterday, in order to give the organization a good impression (?) He saw instant food in the refrigerator yesterday, and he would have tomato pasta for breakfast.

Mr. A's eyebrows were curved, and he walked out of the bedroom with cheerful steps. He was suddenly stopped by the smell of food.

Eh?

The blond-haired, brown-skinned exotic beauty stuck out half of her head from the kitchen, smiling very naturally: "Ah, Mr. A woke up very early, you have to wait for a while for breakfast."

Eh!

Mr. A's brain is in a mess.

What's happening here?

Wait, always, anyway, calm down and sort it out carefully.

He was thrown by Rum to the Whiskey Trio for induction yesterday.So he came to the United States by plane, and Ley drove him here, met Bourbon and Scotland, everyone introduced themselves, and then went back to their respective homes.

Then the next day, which is now.

Bourbon appeared in the kitchen, making breakfast.

No, it's wrong no matter what you think, right?

He seemed to have missed a hundred episodes.

Mr. A watched Bourbon come out of the kitchen with a blank face, holding a plate in his hand, and even wearing a blue apron.

Bourbon put down his things and wiped his hands on the apron, not surprised by Mr. A's reaction.In fact, he did understand that what he did was a little eager.

But before he could react, his body had already started the car without authorization, so he followed the trend.

Because I knew that Ley, that is, Shuichi Akai, was also an undercover agent.And it has been three years since he was an undercover agent, so he is a little relaxed.

This is not good, you must return to the tense state as soon as possible.

An accident is an accident because of its strong uncertainty.

He warned himself so in his heart, but on the surface he showed a natural puzzled look: "Mr. A?"

Mr. A immediately came back to his senses, kept his face sullen, and calmly replied: "No, it's nothing."

It's just making breakfast, it should be normal... right...

By the way, has Bourbon learned cooking from Scotland so early?

he thought uncertainly.After all, Bourbon behaved very naturally, wouldn't it be embarrassing if he reacted too much?

With this in mind, Mr. A asked again: "What's your breakfast today?"

Bourbon replied: "Because I'm not sure whether Mr. A likes Western food, so I made Japanese food. Thick egg yaki and miso soup are ready, and the rice needs to wait for a while."

Good, so caring!

If I were just an ordinary boy who didn't know anything, I would definitely be completely moved!

Damn, is that your plan, Bourbon!

Dakar, it is impossible for me to be attacked by mere gourmet food!

Mr. A snorted coldly in his heart, but his gaze involuntarily drifted to the golden and attractive thick fried egg on the plate.

Gollum—

Mr. A: ...

Ahhhhh!

shameful!Embarrassed in front of the (paper) people you like!

The black-haired boy clutched his stomach tightly, lowered his head and couldn't see his face, but the red tips of his ears were exposed through the gap in his hair.

Bourbon laughed silently, turned around and went back to the kitchen, pretending nothing happened: "I'll go and see the rice."

Ah... so sweet indeed.

Mr. A blocked his face and reminded himself that this was just a sugar-coated shell of the enemy, and he must not be confused.

Negative favorability is still there!

It's all an illusion!

The thick egg yakiniku is delicious!

Why is miso soup so delicious!

Even the rice is delicious!

Is it magic?It's magic!

Long live bourbon!

cough……

wrong……

He wasn't fooled by Bourbon.

It's just that I haven't had a hot meal for too long.

Food is guilt free!

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Before Mr. A was full, the rice in the bowl had bottomed out, and then he stopped his chopsticks with unsatisfied intentions——

This was in the kitchen yesterday. I don't know if it was left by these people who ate here before.

He put away the dishes and took the initiative to contract the cleaning work.Although he just needs to put them in the dishwasher.

In short, it can be regarded as doing something, and Mr. A's psychological burden is a little less.

After everything was packed, Bourbon gave Mr. A a piece of information: "Your mission goal."

After all, he is a newcomer, and Mr. A was recruited into the organization by Langmu, so he is treated differently from other people.

However, this difference does not mean that you are better than others, but quite the opposite.

The induction training of other good seedlings recruited was unified training, but Mr. A was directly thrown into the wolf's den.

None of these three excellent code members are easy to get along with, and Rum did not ask them to guarantee Mr. A's safety.

He even acquiesced and gave Whiskey the right to kill Mr. A.

It is luck and misfortune to be favored by Rum.Opportunity and danger have always been good friends.

Not only that, while trying to survive and learn more from the whiskeys, Mr. A also has to work for the organization.

Rum is still very concerned about Mr. A, which is specifically reflected in these tasks.He will judge Mr. A's value according to the situation of these tasks, whether it is as he thinks.

He needs a knife, but not a bad one.

After all, it is used to deal with gin, and quality is a very important issue.

Of course, it's the first task after all, so it won't be too difficult. It's just a test to see if the knife can cut people.

Mr. A finished reading a short two pages.

To put it simply, the target of the mission is the chairman of a company. The power of the organization here has cooperated with him for a period of time. This cooperation was unilaterally terminated by the target not long ago because the other party had a better choice.

So the organization decided to simply kill the target family and annex the company, which is convenient and trouble-free.

Mr. A: Ah this...

It's a terrorist organization.

This way is Yeha.

Bourbon: "Finished?"

Mr. A nodded and asked, "Are we going to do it during the day?"

Generally speaking, murder and arson should be accompanied by a dark night and a high wind.

"It's not us, it's you." Bourbon smiled and gestured his direction with his hand, "It's up to you when to do it, whether it's day or night, or even tomorrow."

"However, today is Blanc's daughter's birthday, which is very convenient, isn't it?"

Yeah, it's all about convenience.

Mr. A is expressionless.

Another problem.

He didn't think of a solution to the branch that was triggered yesterday, but he didn't know where to start when he was planning to save someone. Today, there was another task for the organization, asking him to kill other people's families.

can't do it...

Mr. A has never even killed a fish, let alone killed someone.

But obviously if you can't complete the task, you will be killed if you don't kill.

If it's just being killed, it's okay to say, after all, I can use energy to repair my body.

In this situation, one life cannot be exchanged for another life.

Headache……

Worried in his heart, Mr. A skillfully put on an expressionless look, appearing indifferent and cruel under the addition of props.

Well, although his acting skills are not very good, he is good at removing facial expressions.No matter how turbulent the heart is, as long as you pay attention, you can cover it up with an indifferent skin.

This is also a talent.

Mr. A folded the materials and nodded to Bourbon: "I see, I will choose when they have dinner at night."

"A wise choice." Bourbon lifted a paper bag from the table and pushed it towards Mr. A, "This is a gift for Mr. A."

"Ah...thank you, senior." Mr. A took the bag, which was unsurprisingly a mobile phone with a calling card on it.

When he was assembling the calling card, Bourbon supported his face with one hand, looked at it for a while, and said, "Then the next thing is the arrangement for the day."

"Rum arranged for us to teach you, the task is just a side dish, the real focus is on your training."

Mr. A: "Ah..."

train……

It must be very hard.

I regret it a little bit.

Bourbon: "Because we don't have that much free time. So it was decided to take turns mentoring you, me for the first week, Scotland for the second week, and so on."

"Well, anyway, I hope you'll be more serious and get out of here as soon as possible."

Mr. A: ...

Although he also wanted to be promoted to the status of Scotland as soon as possible, so as to prepare for his subsequent death, but... when he heard others say that, he still had a subtle feeling of being rejected.

Calculating the time, Scotland died at the age of 25.But now he is only 24 years old, and there is still more than a year to go, so he is actually very well off.

So leave early or something - yes, no, must.

It's that rebellious.

Definitely not a fan of bourbon.

Absolutely not.