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"Bourbon..."

"Bourbon..."

"Well..." Bourbon raised his head and moved his stiff cervical spine, "Am I asleep, sorry."

"Really, how late did you sleep last night?" The black-haired, cat-eyed youth seemed helpless, and his tone was gentle, "Rum, let us take good care of our juniors. You can't set a good example like this."

Are the juniors in this organization also juniors? What example am I going to set for them? Killing without blinking?

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 that way this time, he smiled lightly, "That's right."

This time it was Scotland's panic: "Did you take the wrong medicine?"

Bourbon: …

"No, I just..."

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

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

However, he quickly adjusted his mood, the corners of his mouth curled into a shallow arc, and his friendly eyes fell on the boy who came in behind Ley, stagnating for a moment.

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

Ah... that's what happened.

Bourbon digs out relevant memories from memory.

When I saw Montes for the first time, this guy's face was swollen too, of course no one would care about that.

Anyway, Rum's order is only to let them teach new people well, but he didn't say that there is anything else in the teaching.

and…

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

When the teenager met Rum, he was appreciated by the latter, and he found out about it when he was about to teach the newcomer.

This undoubtedly made him highly vigilant.

The fact that Rum, the second-in-command of the organization, that he would appreciate Ren, who was meeting him for the first time, was unusual.

On the first day he saw the boy, Bourbon understood why.

Undecent talents and talents, no doubt, were clearly evident in this young man.

Even if he has not officially joined the organization, the other party has long been soaked in the cold aura that belongs to this organization, which is gloomy and evil, sinking with the darkness.

When I see 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 that were undercover were all very afraid of the youth, and no one wanted to organize another gin-like assistance, and of course they also secretly interfered during the teaching period.

Unfortunately, the young man's strength was beyond expectations, and he survived tenaciously to the end.

As a result, it is inevitable that he will be more vigilant.

"Hello, seniors, please give me more advice in the future." The junior bowed obediently and saluted, pulling back Bourbon's thoughts of straying in time.

The other two bottles of whiskey responded indifferently. Bourbon blinked and smiled brightly: "Please take a seat. I'm Bourbon, the one with long hair is Ley, and the other is Scotland."

The dark-haired boy raised his head somewhat unexpectedly, always paying attention that his bourbon didn't miss the flash of surprise and the immediate disappointment in his eyes.

Mr. A hesitated for a while and sat down 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 favorable impression of him was negative, based on the performance of the other party, he would have really thought he was being treated kindly.

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

Bourbon's smile didn't change: "Okay, after all, it's 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 consciously.

Scotland didn't leave in a hurry, he lowered his eyes and wiped the muzzle of the gun. The lines on the man's face were crisp enough, and the expressionless state was even more aggressive. It is no surprise that the muzzle in the opponent's hand is pointed at him in the next second.

Mr. A is very cautious.

"name…"

"Eh?"

Scot put down the cloth, took the handle of the gun lightly in his hand, and repeated, "Your name."

"No..." Mr. A gently rubbed the candy jar in his hand and smiled, "That kind of thing has long been forgotten."

along with living memories.

The only thing that has 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 of course the name is no exception.

But even so, even if you forget, Mr. A knows that those are extremely happy experiences.

That's why I'm obsessed with getting a new life, so I smile from my heart at times like this.

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

"A...?" repeated Bourbon who came out of that room, "Speaking of which, you are from Japan, right? You should 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 Jun A said, "Yes, it's a mother tongue after all."

"Since that's the case, then I'll communicate in Japanese in private." Bourbon said in Japanese, "As expected, it's more convenient to use your native language?" After speaking, he sat next to him very naturally.

"I see—" The moment A-jun nodded, a cold object was suddenly attached to the side of his face. When he subconsciously wanted to dodge, he was blocked by a hand, and he could only passively endure the frozen person on the side of his face. coolness.

"Hi..." A Jun gasped, "Wait, Senior Bourbon... What is this going to do?"

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

I understand the truth, but why do you do such a thing to someone you hate?

So, does camouflage need to do this kind of thing?

Mr. A was in chaos.

and…

It was too close.

Bourbon covered the back of his neck with one hand, and pressed the ice pack against his face with the other hand. If he looked at him from the side, Mr. A would be like being wrapped in Bourbon's arms.

Can smell the scent of the shower gel on the other person.

Mr. A couldn't hide his shame, and took the ice pack from Bourbon calmly: "I'll just do it myself... Thank you, Senior Bourbon."

Scots on the sidelines: "You really like him, Bourbon." He also used Japanese.

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

Scotland:…

Mr. A: …

A-Jun's expression was extremely complicated in an instant.

To be able to use a good boy to describe him with an inherently evil temperament, are you sure it's not an irony?

[A-Jun: Make sure, the Bourbon-kun here is the undercover Yugu Zero of the Japanese police, right? 】

[System: Yes. 】

That's even worse!

Seeing the suspicion and vigilance of the young man, Bourbon closed it as soon as he saw it, and said with a slight smile: "Then I will leave. This residence is your residence during your stay in the United States, and the food in the refrigerator can be used casually. Your first The test is tomorrow, so prepare well."

Mr. A nodded quickly.

"Ah, by the way." Bourbon took out his mobile phone, "Exchange contact information?"

Mr. A: "…"

"Isn't it possible?" Bourbon tilted his head, with pure doubt on the baby's face. The smoky purple eyes reflected the light coming in from the window, as dazzling as the morning glow.

Yes, **** it!

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

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

Bourbon rolled his eyes: "Then... in that case, I'll bring one to Mr. A tomorrow as a gift for the senior."

Jun A: "Ah, um, thank you, Senior Bourbon."

[A-Jun: Is he really not Belmod? 】

Although Belmod won't do it either.

Mr. A thought deeply.

The Amuro content of this bourbon... is a bit too high.

[System: Please do not make unrealistic assumptions. 】

After sending the two police officers away, Mr. A slumped on the sofa and pondered for a long time, and finally reluctantly persuaded himself.

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

As for giving him a cell phone or something... It's because you can install bugs on it or something.

Well, he doesn't care about this anyway, Mr. A believes that there are no ulterior secrets, and he doesn't have much value to be investigated.

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

—

Commercial Street…

Bourbon went into the store down the street.

The waitress stood inside: "Is there anything I can do to help 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 the last time he saw Montes.

Personally...killed each other.

During the few days back as Bourbon, I dreamed of that day every time I fell asleep. But every time I can't see the face of the young man in my dream.

The only certainty is that Mr. A at that time will not be recognized as a bad person at first sight.

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 keen person, and these things cannot be hidden from him, so he chose to avoid Bourbon.

But it's a little more friendly when it comes to Scotland, which is relatively mild. But it's just one point. After all, they are essentially undercover agents, and they all hold a certain hostility to Mr. A, who has huge criminal potential.

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

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

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

And when Bourbon, who went back to the past, no longer faced Mr. A with a hostile attitude, everything changed.

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

Surprise is because I didn't expect to be treated kindly, and disappointment is because I think that kindness is just an illusion.

Applying ice for him... is probably considered an adult's hypocrisy.

That's why he looked suspicious for a moment.

The dazedness and doubt when hearing the good boy's evaluation...

Get used to being misunderstood.

Everyone regards him as a reserve who will turn into a bad guy sooner or later, with hostility, vigilance, disgust, accusation, and killing intent, growing up in such an environment...

name.

Oh no. That kind of thing has long been forgotten.

How did you feel when you said that?

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

Why was he slow to realize all this until he learned the truth from his mouth?

It turned out that the young man has not changed from beginning to end, but he stubbornly chose not to understand it - because of his own prejudice.

Because...he didn't want to think about the possibility that the person who killed his colleague wasn't actually a villain.

But in fact, what he does is not fundamentally different from Mr. A.

For the benefit of more people, the justice recognized by most people, and killing innocent people, Mr. A is just to survive. If you don't kill others, you will be killed by others.

Bourbon was silent for a moment, choosing from the phones recommended by the salesman, "Please give me this one."

White suits him better than black and grey.

After paying, Bourbon left with the carton with the logo printed on it, and the phone in his pocket sounded a beep, which was an unsigned email.

【doing what? 】

A word that has no beginning or end, and is worthless.

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

He typed with one hand, [is picking a phone. I have a plan, don't worry. 】

After clicking send, he immediately deleted all records.

Even though he has guilt towards Mr. A, Jiang Gu Ling will not forget his mission.

In order to protect the interests of the people and to live up to the nameless companions who had 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-clothed organization is huge after all, even if he still remembers the information, the current situation cannot be destroyed by these alone.

The infiltration of various organizations into the organization, the weakening of the black organization, the cooperation of all parties, the organization's underestimation of the enemy, the two silver bullets, Bourbon, Montes...

All these together led to the success of several years later.

The current great detective is still a genuine ten-year-old schoolboy who is obsessed with Sherlock Holmes and reasoning.

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

Bourbon hadn't even seen Rum's face.

All in all, it's not in a hurry.

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

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

Just need a good time.