My undercover organization eats jujube pills

"actually……"

Surprisingly, Bourbon stopped being violent towards me.He patted my head, his voice low and gentle.

"You'll be fine."

"...Why are you so gentle, have you taken the wrong medicine?" I trembled, doubting the authenticity of the bourbon in front of me, "If you are controlled by something, just blink."

"...Don't force me to beat you."

"Oh."

"I haven't lost my conscience to the point of enslaving a 14-year-old underage girl." Bourbon looked helpless, "Whether you are an undercover agent of the government or a real organization... I hope you are safe It's all right."

I blinked, lowered my head, and obediently let Bourbon rub my hair.The palm of an adult male is wide and rough, and I can clearly feel the warmth in his palm.

"Me too... I hope you are safe."

"As for me, I was raised as an assassin since I was a child. In fact, you don't have to worry about me too much. I always have a way to save my life." I raised my head and looked straight into his eyes—Bourbon's eyes were purple Blue, his pupils are the most magnificent gems.

"so,"

"If you need me, I'm always there."

***

The next day, Bourbon left for work—before he left, he told me that Scotland, too, was an undercover agent.

I:? ? ?

The winery was poked into a sieve by an undercover agent, right?There are only three of us in total, and there is Belmode who wants to betray the water very much. The core members of the winery are only about ten or so, and undercover agents almost occupy half of the country.

At this moment, I am very skeptical about the description of this extremely terrifying trans-international criminal organization in the document... Isn't it true that some novelist exaggerated after changing his job to write the document?

This organization that is full of fake wine is obviously eating jujube pills! ! !

I went to work in Bourbon. Although I was traveling at public expense, there was no reason why I would not work without eating, drinking and having fun. The next day I decided to leave to kill that third-rate organization.

The thing worth mentioning is - I originally wanted to find the lair of the third-rate gangster.Unexpectedly, in the process of wandering there, I actually saw the nest of the Red Clan.

In the mood that I am here for business travel anyway, I thought about it.

I read information about clans and kings in the Supernatural Secret Service Division. The Red Clan is indeed here... It is said that their Red King is a super cool guy.

Just because Chi Wang is a cool guy, I decided to go to their headquarters to take a look on behalf of my youth group, and laugh at Fushimi Saruhiko who mocked me by the way.

I said it last time.There will be absolutely no good results for him to invade the website of my employer, the Supernatural Secret Service Division.You can tell by the name, those people with supernatural powers in the Supernatural Secret Service Division are not placed somewhere to look good. With so many people with superpowers guarding there, if they really let him invade, wouldn't it make people laugh?

I'm afraid that the heads of that group of supernatural powers will be taken off and kicked by the chief of the farming party.

I stood at the gate of their base camp and looked up at the signboard of the bar - HOMRA.

Can't think of it.

The headquarters of the famous Red Clan is actually a bar.

As we all know, holding secret meetings in brothels is a fine tradition since ancient times.The so-called big hermit in the city is the least attractive in this kind of place. After all, people come and go, who cares which girl you sleep with?

Of course, the bar is in tune with the brothel at this moment.

After all, who would have thought that the owner of a bar is the famous Red King?Although some organizations do open some stores for income now, most people only think that this is a small gang organization that is not popular.

It's not that I don't want to go to the Blue Clan, it's that Munakata Reisi gave me a bad impression.

I think there are two words written all over his body and face - ghost animal.

Also, I don't want to try the large bowl of red bean paste produced by Seri Awashima.That thing is simply the shadow of my life, the kind that can kill a person once eaten.

Ah... thinking of such a thing makes me feel extremely sad, I have to go to work there in the future.It's just that when I think that I will only be poisoned by Munakata Reiji's ghostly face and Awashima Seri's red bean paste, I really want to just quit and quit.

I touched the brand of the Qing nationality on the back waist, looked at the HOMRA signboard with melancholy, and sighed.

I opened the door and walked into the bar. Although the lights were on in the bar, maybe it was to create the atmosphere that the bar should have, and the lights were not very bright.The warm orange light illuminates the area of ​​the bar, and the other places are smudged with a little color.

But the decoration is not too in the style of an ordinary bar. From my point of view, I don't think it looks like a bar, but like a cafe disguised as a bar that I entered by mistake.

——Because there are too many minors in this store.

I glanced around, and finally my eyes fixed on the little white-haired girl sitting on the sofa.

Immediately, my heart became complicated.No matter what, it's a bit unreasonable to start with the little girl and bring this kind of girl who is under 12 years old into the bar, right?Why are there so many fetishes, pedophiles, and fetishes now?

"..."

I think I may not come at the right time, after all, there are really not many people who come to the bar in broad daylight.

It's ten o'clock in the morning. At this time, I may be the only one who comes to the bar like an idiot. During the day, Jiubai has always been a bleak business period, and at night, it is the peak of eccentricity, so that these people's eyes are all focused on me. body.

I became the focus of everyone's attention for a while, and felt a little overwhelmed.

In the end, the person I was going to find fault with clicked his tongue and asked me in a very impatient voice: "Hey, are you still underage? Japanese law stipulates that people under the age of 20 are not allowed to drink alcohol."

"So," the blue-haired boy glanced over indifferently, "You'd better step back and close the door immediately, elementary school student."

Fushimi Saru Hiko can always step on thunder accurately.

"Are you out of your mind?" I looked at him and got angry, and immediately retorted, "Speaking as if you are not a minor. You have come to care about me? Who are you? You? Shut up if you have something to say. Don't babble, your mouth is more broken than an old mother's every day."

The blue-haired boy wearing glasses seemed to be taken aback by my scolding, then he rubbed his hair and said in an irritable tone, "Did you grow up to the top of your mouth? I haven't seen you for a while, it seems that you haven't grown a millimeter. ? Have you finished your primary school homework?"

"So what about elementary school students? Elementary school students can also hang you up and beat you, you scumbag." I sneered and approached him, "Why can't I come to you? It's an old friend, let's catch up."

A boy with short red hair was sitting beside Fushimi Saru Hiko.

It's just that as I got closer, I found that the blush on this man's face was getting bigger and bigger.I stopped and looked down at myself, as if there was nothing wrong with my attire, so why is he blushing?

It seemed like it was my fault.

Fushimi Saruhiko turned sideways, slightly blocked the red-haired boy, and pressed his head, "This guy has femininity, and he's only afraid of violent elementary school students like you."

Fushimi Ape Hiko’s words were selectively deafly filtered by me, and finally the keyword was left—feminophobia.

Did I hear you right?Anyone else have this disease these days?He's obviously mixed up in the bar, isn't this person too innocent?

One must look like a gangster in order to be a gangster, one must be good at smoking, drinking, and playing with women—so to speak.Osamu Dazai almost smoked.

When it comes to drinking, although he is also underage, he goes to Lupin's Bar a lot, and Odasaku and Sakaguchi Yasugo, who are adults, don't bother him.

As for playing with women, Osamu Dazai is a legendary boy who is known as the Yokohama Thousand Killer. Downstairs in the port mafia, there are still lost lambs who are crazy about love and are banging against the wall for Osamu Dazai.

"Also." He emphasized again, "I have nothing to do with you."

I rolled my eyes: "Obviously there was a famous friendship, but you turned out to be so ruthless and turned your back on it."

It’s true to say that it’s a fateful friendship, I did sacrifice the life of the mission target that night.Although it has nothing to do with Fushimi Ape Hiko, at least he witnessed all this in disguise and indirectly.

Rounding off, we have a famous friendship!

"Is this your friend? Fushimi-kun." The blond young man who was standing behind the bar and carefully wiping the glass with a rag asked him with a smile.

"No." Fushimi Saru Hiko and I have a rare tacit understanding at this time.

To be honest, this handsome young man who doesn't know whether he is a waiter or a bartender is really handsome, but I don't understand why he wears sunglasses indoors.

Pretending to be forceful is not such a method. Wearing sunglasses indoors will only make others think you are an idiot.It is also very likely that the schoolgirls who come to the bar will laugh at her for being in the second grade of middle school but not yet graduated.

"How can I be friends with this guy?" Fushimi Saruhiko and I said in unison. After a second of stunned, we stared at each other again and turned our heads away again.

"Pfft." The blond young man laughed, "It seems that you really have a good relationship."

I use actions to prove that I refuse to communicate with Fushimi Saru Hiko.I went to the bar to have a glass of wine, but the blond young man smiled and said ruthlessly refusing: "Miss, you can only drink drinks or water."

I was indifferent: "You are all gangsters, do you still talk about the law like this?"

"How can this be counted?" The blond young man corrected me with a smile, "We are a legal organization, the one recognized by the government. Of course we must be a good citizen who abides by the law, right?"

"...OK, you're right."

I don't understand it. They are doing things that violate laws and disciplines, but on the surface they are so law-abiding. Isn't this just like those black-hearted institutions in Academy City who use high-end projects to cheat research funds and have no real results? sex?

The author has something to say: I'm sorry I didn't finish writing, I'm so sleepy

Because the timeline is relatively long, about five or six years, so I will start to speed up the progress in the future