The Red Side is Always Blocking My Dog ​​leash

Mr. A sent a text message to the three bottles of whiskey that night, saying that he had changed his mobile phone number and that he would contact him at any time.

It's better to get paid.

His wallet was overwhelmed and he was about to be emptied out.

need money urgently...

Less than three minutes after the text message was sent, the phone rang, and Mr. A looked at the screen and saw that it was Bourbon.

"Hello, senior, do you have a job?"

Is there money to be made? he can!

The opposite side was silent for a long time, when A Jun was about to speak out, Bourbon whispered: "A?"

Mr. A did not forget his original intention: "It's me. Does the senior have any orders?"

"No, no." The opposite Bourbon smiled softly and asked, "Where are you?"

As soon as he heard that there was no money to be made, Mr. A lost his spirit and replied, "I'm at the Wenger Hotel, is the senior looking for me?"

Just to express your concern. He understands and is absolutely 100% cooperative.

Showing a somewhat impressed look, laying the foundation for the intelligence extraction machine and tool man who will become Bourbon in the future.

Bourbon looked at the cracked mobile phone screen that had not been replaced in time, and was lost for a moment.

Covering his eyes with his palms, he curled the corners of his lips.

It was like that before.

Mr. A... It was already Montes at that time. The two of them belonged to the Rum faction. They had cooperated many times. When he confirmed that the opportunity was right, he once secretly passed the information to the hostile forces.

It is no exaggeration to say that such a situation is almost a dead end.

The enemy had previously planted bombs in the ground as a means of insurance. In addition to the two thugs on the bright side, there are double-digit mercenaries hidden behind their backs. One person faces dozens of gun muzzles, and finally there is a large-scale explosion. Even gin is sure to die.

Montes, however, survived.

The charred traces on the USB flash drive he brought back proved that he had indeed encountered an explosion.

When Bourbon saw him, the young man who looked like a teenager had already changed into neat clothes. He did not question Bourbon's mistakes in intelligence that put him in danger.

The next time I received a job with Bourbon, I showed the same trust as before.

It seems that no matter what kind of desperate situation he is in, Montes can make himself possible in impossible situations. Most of the tasks he undertakes are extremely dangerous. The extremely high completion rate makes him highly valued by Rum, not without People want to imitate him, and these over-the-top guys are all lying on the ground without exception.

Munster stands for the possibility of the impossible.

And such a person finally easily died in the hands of Ling Gu, who was seriously injured at that time, a result that should not have happened.

A-kun...it's Montes.

The figure of the young man overlaps with the young man in the future. Even if the wings are not yet complete, the eagle is different from the sparrow after all.

Wenger Hotel, 9:13 p.m.

Bourbon rang the doorbell of Mr. A's room.

The boy obviously didn't expect him to come that day. Bourbon heard a chaotic noise inside. Something fell to the ground, and the hard particles inside made a fine sound of collision.

The door is open...

The young man's black hair was messy and damp with water vapor. The clothes he put on in a hurry were slightly crooked, but the bandage was neatly wrapped around his neck, the lower end was hidden in the neckline, and one end protruded from the cuff to wrap most of the palm of the hand.

The pale skin was pink, and the eyes were red for a week, and it looked like he had just taken a shower.

"Senior..." A Jun hesitated.

Bourbon showed an impeccable smile, not feeling guilty for disturbing others late at night: "Won't you let me in first?"

A-Jun suddenly suffered a mask in his heart.

Getting used to the painless happiness, the feeling of suddenly returning to the original state is really grass (a kind of plant), not to mention the feeling that he has just given himself a bath and has not taken care of the wound at all, it is even more difficult.

He felt his muscles twitch subconsciously, and physiological tears were about to burst out of his eyes. Reluctantly pulled out a smile: "Senior, please come in."

Get out of here...

Mr. A, who is different in appearance, sideways to leave room for people to come in.

The original acting skills are very limited, in this case, it is even more...

Bourbon noticed his unnaturally trembling fingers, and after a moment of hesitation, walked into the room.

There are two chairs in front of the floor-to-ceiling windows, and that's the only place where two people can sit - they can't always go to the bed, so it's a bit weird.

Mr. A stabilized his hand, found a cup, poured two glasses of water, and placed it on the table in the middle of the chair.

"Senior Bourbon has something important to do, right?" If he just came to visit, he wouldn't be able to do anything. )

so angry...

Bourbon didn't know what kind of injury Mr. A was. He could only speculate from the bandage wrapped around the boy. Obviously, Mr. A's tolerance is not as good as the future Montes. This is the first time Bourbon has seen him so embarrassed.

The embarrassment here does not refer to the appearance. During training, Bourbon didn't know how many times he beat Mr. A until he couldn't get up. He means...

A Jun strongly pretended to be indifferent, but the unnaturalness of his muscles had already exposed the other party's true state. He was reluctant to show his weak side, but he didn't have the ability to completely hide his pain.

Now, Mr. A is not used to such a life.

accompanied by pain. coexist with violence.

Bourbon was silent for a moment, and he was silent many times when facing Jun A.

He realized that there was a living being numb in pain, killing the weakness in his heart, erecting a shell full of spikes, isolating everyone, and he could have lived well in a world of violence.

But the kindness still alive in him made him willingly walk under the light, even if he died because of it.

And now, he has a second chance.

Bourbon no longer used a fake smile to whitewash it. He raised his hand and fell on the messy black hair under the boy's stiff gaze. The palm of his hand was cold and wet, "It must be very painful."

The young man who no longer wore the bourbon mask got up from the seat, half-kneeled in front of the young man and looked at him, his fingertips gently stroked the already warm hair, his voice soft.

"It's okay to cry."

Jun A was stunned, there was a soft touch on his cheek, and he realized that the tears fell by himself at some point, and Bourbon was wiping it away with his fingers. But because it keeps flowing, it can't be wiped clean at all.

There was a helpless and gentle look on the young man's face.

Too sly.

Did you make this man see value this time? To do so.

A Jun can't deny that he was really moved.

It has been a few months since I came to this world. Because of the attack on the police at the very beginning, I have been wandering in this month, and I have not been stable since the beginning.

After joining the organization, I had a delicious meal because of bourbon. But even so, he was always alone.

No friends, no relatives, no one can believe, only myself.

The disgust of passers-by because of props also makes it difficult for him to establish positive relationships with others, even if he does not have such thoughts.

But the kindness of strangers is also a kind of consolation. When Mr. A was in Japan, there were good people who helped him.

Most people are social animals, and so is Mr. A, loneliness can drive a person crazy. What's more, he had to turn himself into a bad person, and when he took the lives of others, he used indirect reasons to convince himself that he was not the one who violated the rules.

And the system is not bound by the rules. But that doesn't mean there is no psychological burden.

No normal person likes pain, at least Mr. A doesn't. He can actually buy pain shields from the system. He has the confidence that he can earn enough energy, so stingy characters will jump left and right.

This pain... It's hard to say that it wasn't a masochistic punishment.

Of course, he has a firm goal. No matter what he encounters, Mr. A has the confidence to go to the end alone. That doesn't mean, however, that it's okay to be unmoved when someone reaches out to him.

Besides, this person is...

Jun A buried his face in the young man's chest with the scent of men's perfume, and felt the other side pat his back lightly.

Isn't that what his plan is? Pretend to be impressed and get closer to Bourbon.

Originally, I was very worried that my acting skills would not be able to deceive the other party, but now it just happens that half-truths are the most deceptive.

Isn't there a saying that if you want to deceive others, you must deceive yourself.

A Jun wrapped around the young man's generous back, his knuckles were slightly white, and the pain from the tear at the wound reminded him of his last remaining reason.

Just an excuse.