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The bad premonition came true.

Even though Jasmine was reluctant, the organization still sent Boben to do the final qualification review for her.Bourbon is the examiner, and she is a humble candidate who has neither the right to speak, nor the right to refuse.

In this regard, Jasmine, instead of feeling good about herself and thinking that she was valued, felt cold sweat all over her body.

Although Bourbon Whiskey is not yet 29 years old, he is already at the top of the organization and can be regarded as a senior cadre. He does not need to go out in person for the usual trivial tasks. Once he is required to appear on the stage, it means that something extraordinary is about to happen. Ordinary important events, to the extent that a single hair can affect the whole body.He obviously shouldn't be in charge of small things like the assessment of new members of the organization, not to mention that he is only responsible for the assessment of Jasmine.

So anomalous.

Jasmine also had tense nerves for several days.

Until the last moment, Jasmine didn't want to scare herself, but the situation seemed really not optimistic.In any case, the undercover search operation must continue, so she encouraged herself again and again, and temporarily cut off contact with Shinohara.

At the same time, Jasmine also began to focus on collecting more information related to Bourbon.

It's a pity that Bourbon is a mystic, not many people in the organization understand him, and those who are familiar with him, except for Belmode, the rest are big figures that Jasmine doesn't know and can't afford to offend.It would be unrealistic for her to have the courage to go to Belmode for information, because it was Belmode, who was addicted to watching movies, who was responsible for connecting the two in the first place.

Jasmine even suspected that the decision of the upper echelon to send Bourbon was also deliberately facilitated by Belmode.

—Things are a little tricky.

The second meeting with Bourbon was in that speakeasy.

Bourbon monopolizes the bar alone, and the others avoid him far away, as if he is some kind of scourge.

Jasmine also stepped forward bravely, and after several deliberations, she hesitated to choose a position where she could advance and retreat. Then, under the signal of Bourbon's ambiguous eyes, she silently picked up the bag with the word "Bourbon" printed on it. The bottle poured wine for him.The amber liquor "gudong gudong" is slowly poured into the wine glass filled with ice cubes, and the aroma of roasted nuts and cereals spreads in all directions.

Jasmine also wanted to tremble a little, because Bourbon was watching her.

Dealing with Bourbon can be said to be the worst experience Jasmine has ever had since she also sneaked into the search.For some reason, she had a natural resistance to bourbon.

Trying to stay calm, she slowly lowered the bottle, and there was a slight "click" when the bottom of the bottle touched the bar.

Bourbon changed his sitting position and made a wicked smile: "Maria?"

Jasmine also took a deep breath: "...Yes, Mr. Bourbon."

"Are you nervous?" Bourbon picked up the glass and sipped the whiskey with ice in the glass, looking over the rim of the glass, unable to leave her at all, "Do you want to drink something to relieve the tension?"

"No, thank you."

Jasmine didn't want to drink either.God knows what bad things could happen in a bar like this after drinking a drink that might be spiked by this dangerous man.

Bourbon thought it was a little funny, so he smiled with interest: "Oh? Are you afraid of me?"

Judging by her performance, she looked like a little rabbit who had encountered a natural enemy, carefully and cautiously sticking out her nose to sniff around for danger, and there was no such thing as a cold beauty who was said to be merciless when dealing with traitors.

——The image of Gao Leng has collapsed, cutie.

Bourbon thought happily.

Being stared at by him like this, Jasmine felt like she was stuck in her throat, so she could only try to find a serious topic: "Excuse me, Mr. Bourbon, my mission is..."

"Toru Amuro."

"Ah?" Jasmine didn't react for a moment.

Bourbon patiently repeated: "Toru Amuro, my name."

"Okay. Then, Mr. Amuro..."

In the end, someone interrupted again: "Through."

Jasmine also doubted life, and of course she doubted her ears even more: "...Mr. Amuro?" What do you mean?

Bourbon - or Toru Amuro - lifted her chin flirtatiously: "Call me by name."

Jasmine also tilted her head to avoid his chilly fingers, she rarely knew what to say, she could only smile awkwardly but politely: "It doesn't make sense."

Bourbon snorted softly: "What's wrong? Call me if you want, and be obedient."

Jasmine also swallowed her anger: "...Mr. Tou."

"Remove the honorific."

"……through."

Bourbon was satisfied: "That's about the same."

He approached Jasmine like no one else, and with one hand, he pinned the short hair hanging from her ears behind her ears, and lightly brushed her cheek with the other, resting his fingertips on her neck, leaning over, smiling meaningfully towards her ear Li breathed a sigh of relief: "I like you very much, Maria. Come on, think about it carefully, what method should you use to keep me, and let me help you get what you desire willingly?"

The strong aroma of bourbon hit, and the warm breath poured into the ear canal, and the deep and seductive magnetic voice hit Jasmine's eardrums: "For example——sex with me?"

Jasmine also blushed.

But the bastard who made the harassing remarks didn't let her go: "How about it, have you thought about it? My skills are not bad!"

Jasmine also blushed even more.

Bourbon took advantage of the victory and pursued: "It is better to hit the sun than to choose the day. How about tonight?"

Jasmine's face was almost familiar.

She lowered her head shyly and whispered, "...Go to hell!"

Where outsiders could not see, she pinched her palms fiercely, trembling with anger, wishing to punch this stinky man who dared to openly tease her on the spot.

If he wasn't a helper for her promotion, if he wasn't a stepping stone on her way forward, if he wasn't...if not...

Jasmine also swore that she would absolutely kill him!

Bourbon, who had been paying attention to her emotional changes all the time, laughed, and took Jasmine, who looked like she was about to cry, with red eyes into his arms, and let out the drink quite casually under the watchful eyes of all the people in the bar. Declaration: "Baby, it doesn't matter if you don't get the code name, I will cover you from now on!"

- what the hell? !

Jasmine also had goosebumps all over her body. On the surface, she looked at the bottle of bourbon that was probably broken with crazy eyes, but secretly became vigilant.

What exactly does this person want to do?

***

Jasmine couldn't be sure whether the bourbon was broken or not. She only knew that she must have offended the senior intelligence officer, otherwise how would she explain his so-called embarrassing behavior?

In the following month, Jasmine also went to Bourbon again and again, expressing and hinting several times, but he just remained unmoved and refused to give mission instructions.Jasmine also knew that Bourbon was a very sensitive guy. Due to her personality, she couldn't appear too eager for the task of obtaining the code name, lest the other party suspect her motives.However, it doesn't matter if you don't pay enough attention to it. After all, Maria Moriyama is a new member of the organization who wants to climb up.

This speed was too difficult to control, causing Jasmine to be in a dilemma. Even though she tried so hard to maneuver around, Bourbon was aware of it.

After another trial, he smiled and asked Jasmine, "Are you so eager to get rid of me?"

Jasmine also pretended to be confused with understanding: "What?"

"Obviously I hate me, every time I come here, I will be teased, you are already tired of it?" Bourbon pointed out her contradictions, "Even so, she still comes to me every now and then, holding back her disgust and good words to me Serving me nicely, isn't it just to complete the task quickly and get rid of me early?"

— was seen through.

But it was impossible for Jasmine to say what was in her heart. She rationally chose to dodge the ball: "No, you are thinking too much."

"I think too much?"

Bourbon first showed a thoughtful expression, and then suddenly realized: "I understand! So, you don't hate me? Then you always come to me recently, is it to win my favor? So you like me Well, just say it straight.”

Even though she has seen many storms and waves, Jasmine's mind was still blank for a few seconds. She asked a difficult question on the spot: "...Like it?"

Bourbon smiled and confessed for the umpteenth time: "I like you too, be my woman."

Jasmine also frowned: "I'm sorry, please allow me to refuse."

"Huh? Maria is so ruthless." Bourbon complained half-truthfully, still smiling, and he didn't know if he was angry.

What responded to him was Jasmine's silence.

Bourbon has a good skin, and everyone can agree on this; but under his handsome appearance, there is a dark heart, and everyone still agrees on this.

How could such a lunatic express his preferences frankly?

Bourbon, what conspiracy are you planning?

The more he attacked, the more vigilant Jasmine was to avoid it.

——It can only be said that the thinking of public security and the brain of love are not interlinked.

Look at the other party.

Bourbon deeply felt that his courtship behavior had been expressed quite clearly, so that the other party would not be confused.According to his conditions, in the past, as long as he hooked his fingers, countless women would crawl over one after another to warm his bed voluntarily.Why can't the little rookie figure it out?Could it be that his charm has declined?

Should not be!

He took a selfie in the mirror and found that the guy in love in the mirror seemed a little more handsome than before.

Specifically, the hormones are released more, the intention of hunting is more obvious, and the mature temperament of men is more charming.

——Is she too dull, or is he too gentle?

Putting down the mirror, Bourbon raised the corners of his mouth, and a demonic smile from hell appeared on his overly handsome face little by little: Since the normal pursuit methods don't work, let's use the way you are best at to solve this love problem.

Don't you just want to pass the final assessment and get the organization code?

Then let her be fulfilled—to fulfill her with a super difficult task.

Bourbon, who can foresee a bright future, can be described as physically and mentally happy at the moment: some things, just thinking about them, can't help but get excited.

The author has something to say:

Bourbon whiskey, who claims to be a normal person, is about to take it by force【bushi

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