Chapter 32 Chapter 32 Scotland's Protective
An You saw a familiar blue figure at the door. The man was tall and strong, but unlike Gin, he did not exude a strong smell of blood.
His temperament was more gentle and relaxed. He was carrying a bass bag and walking towards him slowly.
An You waved his hand and waited for Scotland to come over. Scotland's eyes stayed on him, observing whether he was missing any limbs.
After looking at him for a long time, he finally bent down and asked, "Why aren't you waiting at home?"
The tone did not sound like a question, but rather revealed a deep parental concern.
An You replied, "I was thinking of coming to the base to take a look. It's not fun to be alone at home."
Scotland sighed. "Originally, I didn't plan on taking you on this mission. The target was rather special and too dangerous. But you seem to like running around everywhere, as if you're only safe around me. Come on, I'm taking you with me on this mission."
An You was delighted, "Great."
Scotland was about to hold his hand when he suddenly saw him holding a square box. "What is this?"
An You showed it off secretly. "Since we're close friends, I'll let you enjoy it. It's a good thing."
Scotland looked towards the box. A jet-black Beretta lay quietly inside. His usual calm expression was broken. "Where did this come from?"
An You: "Gin found it for me. Last time in the organization, he played tricks on me even though he had a gift."
Scotland: "Gin didn't do anything to you, did he?"
An You shook her head: "Not really."
An You thought about what to do with this thing for a while, then suddenly lifted the box and handed it to Scotland, "Scotland, this is for you."
Scotland: "Huh? Why?"
An You: "I don't know how to use it, and I'm learning sniping from you now, so this is the only suitable exchange."
Scotland patted his head. "I'm teaching you voluntarily. I don't need you to repay me. You can take the Beretta as a precious collection."
When I walked to the intersection, I found that there was another person standing there. He was also tall and straight, wearing a black leather jacket, with long hair like a waterfall and a knitted hat on his head.
Gin is the only one in the organization who has such long hair, but his hair is black.
Anyou’s first reaction was, Brother Gin, you dyed your hair.
Black makes the skin look whiter. You have good taste.
I immediately realized that it was impossible. My eldest brother had left long ago, and this person must be someone else.
Scotland reminded the man, "Okay, I got the person, let's go."
As the cigarette butt was thrown to the ground, the man finally turned around. He had handsome and sharp features, narrow eyes, and his pupils were also green.
The difference is that the eldest brother's is light green, while his is more olive green. Different eye colors, same aura, both with a strong cold temperament, which makes people suspect that his bones and blood are made of rusty steel.
He and Gin are so similar. They both have smiles that don't reach their eyes, and the indifference in their eyes is like a pack of wolves. It seems that facial features can reflect a person's mental state.
An You followed Scotland and whispered in his ear, "Is this person really not a relative of Gin?"
Scotland looked at the long-haired man walking in front of him, "I don't know, but it doesn't look like that. He wasn't introduced by Gin. If he was a relative, he wouldn't just leave him alone, right?"
An You's attention was immediately diverted. "Oh, someone at the base recommended him. He used the backdoor. The organization is not a lawless place. Using the backdoor is absolutely not allowed. Wait, who recommended him?"
Scotland, "You probably haven't seen her before. Her name is Miyano Akemi."
An You was confused by the unfamiliar name. "Not only have I never seen her, I don't think I've even heard of her. Who is she? How can she recommend other people?"
Scotland didn't know much, mostly from hearsay. "She's the daughter of a scientist named Miyano. I heard her father worked hard for the organization, and I guess she followed in his footsteps. Anyway, she's working for the organization."
"Oh~"
An You wanted to know more gossip, but they had already arrived at the mission location, a bar with flashing lights.
An You looked up and saw a magnificently decorated building with a plaque outside hung with dazzling colored lights. Before she even entered, dynamic music could be heard.
An You: "So lively, is this a bar?"
Scotland, "Huh, have you been to a place like this before?"
An You, "No, I'm a clean college student. I'm too introverted to go alone."
Scotland patted his head, "Now what?"
An You, "I'm so crazy now, let's go."
The man who pulled Scotland in first and followed behind was Moroboshi Dai, or Akai Shuichi. He stared at the hands of the two men, but was thinking in his heart that the two men had a good relationship.
Although he felt that Scotland was not a person who was easy to get close to, he allowed himself to get close to others but did not allow others to invade his personal space.
It's like some kind of masked person, wearing a smiling mask, but with a sad nature underneath.
Of course, this was just his observation over the past few days and might not be accurate.
As for the other one, I heard Scotland call him An You, a person who sounds like a pseudonym. You can't tell, but his personality is quite lively and smart.
He was able to have a pleasant conversation with the other party. You know, he and Scotland acted alone, and the other party was always taciturn.
Anyou tugged at Scotland's clothes again. Scotland was used to it, and he leaned forward expertly, ready to receive Anyou's barrage of gossip.
An You lowered her voice, but there was no need to. The further she went in, the louder the music became. Normal voices could no longer be heard, and she had to put her hand close to her ear to hear what was being said.
"Why are you here?"
Scotland, "We need to track down someone first and wait for him to make the deal, but he seems very cautious and doesn't want you to get involved."
There were already quite a few people gathered in the bar, and the three of them found an inconspicuous seat to sit down. Because it was close to the dance floor, they could actually notice anything unusual more quickly.
On the table, only Scotland and Moroboshi Dai placed their wine glasses, while his own was replaced with low-alcohol beer.
The Scottish people didn't dare serve him alcohol with a high concentration because they were worried that he would fall asleep in the bar later.
An You supported her face and poked at her wine glass as more and more people came into the bar.
There are all kinds of people, some are curious, some are just for entertainment, and some are looking for sex.
After all, lonely people are everywhere.
Under the red, green and yellow lights, Zhu Xingdai lit a cigarette. The smoke swirled around him, making him look even more mysterious.
His cold and hard facial features suddenly changed unpredictably under the light.
Is this the new member? He has a very gang-like aura, and cold people dare not approach him.
Suddenly, a cigarette was handed to her. An You was stunned for a moment. She looked at the man with green eyes and was stunned for a while. What was this...
Just as he was about to take it, Scotland stopped the other person's hand and snatched the cigarette from his hand, "Sorry, Anyou doesn't smoke."
Zhu Xing was surprised for a moment, but he withdrew his hand and asked, "Doesn't this kid know how to smoke? Has he never touched a cigarette?"
An You raised her hand: "I can learn. I'm a good learner, Coach!"
Scotland glanced at Anyou and said, "Don't learn his bad habits. It's not good for your health."
An You put aside her eagerness to learn and said, "Okay."
Scotland turned around and said half complainingly, "Zhu Xingda, you too, don't smoke so often, it will be a bad influence on him."
Zhu Xingda's voice was indifferent: "It's understandable that the child doesn't smoke. But this is a bar, and there are many people smoking. And I vaguely remember that when I first met Scotland, I offered him a cigarette, and you didn't refuse at that time."
Scotland: "That's because we just met and it's hard to refuse."
Zhu Xingda: "I understand."
Zhu Xingda threw him a lighter, meaning for him to light it himself.
Scotland sighed.
He didn't want to do it originally, at least not in front of An You. He was worried that An You didn't like the smell of tobacco, and he was even more worried that he would have a bad impression of him because of it.
Unexpectedly, An You stared at him with implicit expectation, without blinking, and almost said, "Give me a look quickly."
Scotland, "Anyou, you..."
An You, "What's wrong?"
Scotland suddenly gave him an embarrassed look, "Why are you staring at me?"
An You, "I'm waiting for you to smoke."
Scotland was confused, "Why?"
An You, "It's so smoky around here. Our table looks like a minor who's strayed into a bar."
Scotland couldn't help but laugh, "Even if you're an adult, you can't just come to a bar."
An You, "Why!"
Scotland, "It's not safe, at least wait for me to go with you."
This was the first time An You saw Scotland smoking. His facial features became blurred by the smoke, and his youthful face gradually became filled with maturity.
An You withdrew her curious gaze, as if there was nothing strange about it. Snipers needed to stay awake, and nicotine could keep them alert.
After drinking some beer, he stood up from the table and said, "Wait a minute, I'm going to the bathroom."
Scotland: "Do you need me to go with you?"
An You: "Thank you for your kindness, but I don't need it. I can go by myself."
I found a waiter, asked where the restroom was, and confirmed the direction.
An You walked through the crowd and headed towards the restroom. Suddenly, she heard a faint cry for help near the sink.
As soon as I looked up, I found something unusual: a burly man with his back to me, his arms bulging, as if he was holding someone in his arms.
It was not until he lowered his head and saw the red hem of the skirt that he understood what the man was holding in his arms.
It's a person, a woman.
The man forcefully dragged the other person forward. The man could only make faint cries for help, and it seemed as if his mouth and nose were covered.
A man is pulling a woman into the men's restroom. You don't have to think about what he is going to do.
Violence always strikes the weaker, and the gap in power makes it impossible for women to break free.
An You's mouth curved into a grin. "No, my fist is too hard."
When you see injustice, draw your sword and help.
The bathroom door in front of her was about to be locked, so An You stepped on the door panel in time and kicked the door open as it was about to close.
The man turned around and cursed, "Don't you have eyes? Didn't you see I was going to close the door?"
An You: "Can't you see? I need to go to the bathroom. And the bathroom is your house, why are you closing the door?"
Only then did An You have the opportunity to observe the woman. She was half drunk and half awake, with her mouth covered by someone. In addition, she was not as strong as the other person, so no matter how hard she resisted, it was useless.
An You grabbed the man's wrist. "Let her go. Or I'll call the police."
The man frowned. "Who are you? Stop meddling in other people's business. Go away."
An You released his left hand and used his other hand to hammer his chin. The other person felt pain and suddenly released his hand.
After rescuing the other person, the girl in the red dress immediately stumbled and ran behind him.
An You stood in front and turned around to ask, "Miss, do you know him?"
The woman shook her head. "I don't know him. He suddenly came out from the corner and dragged me there."
An You immediately understood and sighed helplessly, "I understand. Go back quickly and leave this to me."
"But you?"
An You comforted her: "I'm fine, I can beat him."
Watching the woman leave, An You became alert again. He thought this man would beg for mercy, but he didn't expect him to stare at An You with a scrutinizing look.
An You was blown away by his scrutinizing gaze. It seemed like there was something wrong with this guy.
"Look closely, you're pretty good-looking too."
An You: "You're such a masochist! I just hit you."
The man looked her up and down, with greedy desire in his eyes, "No, I only like all beautiful people."
An You glanced at him with a lunatic look, and seeing that he wasn't going to cause trouble for the woman just now, she finally breathed a sigh of relief and walked past him, "Move aside, the restroom is not needed, don't block the way."
When he was washing his hands, his butt was suddenly grabbed. An You was surprised and angry. He immediately turned around and saw the figure behind him through the mirror. It was the man from before.
An You gnashed her teeth and cursed, "Are you sick?"
After cursing, An You shook the water off his hands. Scotland was lying in ambush here today, looking for assassination targets.
He didn't want to cause so much trouble and make their task more difficult, so he decided to turn a blind eye, not continue to entangle with Shen Jingbing, and leave in a hurry.
Back at the table, An You angrily grabbed the glass and drank the beer in it, muttering, "I just met a pervert. It's so disgusting."
Scotland was curious, "Huh?"
"I don't know what's going on in that guy's head. He kidnapped a girl, and after I rescued her, he actually fell in love with me and even touched my butt."
"My precious butt was touched by a man. Damn gay. Ugh."
Scotland's expression suddenly changed. His gentle features suddenly became stern, like a calm sea suddenly stirred up by a storm. He said in a cold voice, "Who did it?"
An You shook her head, "I don't remember. I haven't seen him since I left the bathroom."
At this time, the waiter came over, wearing a slim vest, holding a bottle of whiskey in his hand, and bowed to An You.
"Sir, this is for you from the table next to you. I hope you enjoy it."
The waiter made a gesture of invitation and placed the whiskey in front of him.
An You was stunned for a moment. Was there anyone else he knew who gave him the whiskey? The only two people he knew here were the two people opposite him.
An You looked back at the table the waiter mentioned and was stunned. That table was full of men, so how could men serve him wine?
When they saw him turn around, the people at the table behind him immediately started to tease him and laughed so hard that they fell down. Some even whistled at him like a hooligan.
An You was suddenly furious. What kind of person is this? A man gave her wine. Is he crazy?
An You rubbed his arms and felt goose bumps all over his body.
Before he could speak, Scotland's face changed, "Take it back, we don't need it here, don't bother us anymore."
"This." The waiter seemed a little embarrassed, but he had no choice but to do it.
An You looked carefully and saw a familiar face in the crowd. He lowered his voice and said to Scotland, "It's the guy in the middle. He's very perverted."
The people at the next table immediately let out a sigh of regret. An You turned her head and smiled at them. The group started to get excited again, and started to make a fuss about the person in the middle, probably because of the wine that the other party had given them.
An You's masked smile lasted for a while, and in a corner where no one was paying attention, while they were in a trance, she mouthed two words.
——sb
Then he turned around calmly, the smile on his face instantly disappeared. Although it was his first time in the bar, it didn't mean that he was easy to mess with. When he fought with others in school, he never showed mercy.
The person who was being mocked was immersed in his smile at first, but after a while he realized that something was wrong, and that the shape of his mouth seemed to be cursing.
Seeing someone standing up, clenching his fists and looking unhappy, Scotland suddenly called out in a deep voice, "Anyou, come to me, quickly."
When I turned around, Scotland's big hand extended to me.
The stubble did not diminish his charm, but instead added a touch of maturity to him, and his deep blue eyes were filled with worry.
An You took his hand and, following Scotland's strength, sat on the sofa opposite.
Compared to Scotland's mindless protection, Moroboshi is much more rational.
He had been observing An You's behavior from the beginning. Although she had a very harmless face, her personality was not. He had clearly seen just now that An You half turned her face and stared at the crowd.
Although it was a kind smile, the lip movements he made at the end were not friendly at all. No wonder that group of people were like boiling ants, clamoring for trouble.
This kid is quite brave and courageous.
Let’s not talk about taking the initiative to save people. In this awkward place where all kinds of people mix together, it’s best to mind your own business. If you really want to intervene, you need to be fully prepared so that you can clear yourself in the end.
I didn't expect that he would not only dare to find fault, but also dare to mock many people one by one after the fact. But it was a personality trait he admired.
Zhu Xingda used his fingertips to flick the cup under his hand, making a crisp sound. The ice cubes floated up, and Zhu Xingda took a sip. A smile appeared on his lips.
His attention is now on the mission target.
Diagonally opposite them were two other men wearing black hats. One of them was tall and was carrying a small black box. The box certainly didn't contain documents, but guns. The lighting was dim, and their facial features were a little blurry.
Zhu Xingda finally guessed that it was their mission target, and they have already contacted the contact person.
Although they were talking in low voices, their bright eyes kept looking around from time to time, as if they were alert to any unfavorable factors around them.
Zhu Xing raised his eyebrows, and his suspicious attitude would put them in a dilemma.
Zhu Xingdai stared at the actions here, and occasionally distracted himself to pay attention to the situation on Anyou's side.
After being targeted, An You sat next to Scotland, put his hand on Scotland's shoulder, acted like a good brother, and gave a provocative smile to the crowd.
He inexplicably remembered the last question, Scotland asked if there were any other names.
He answered without delay, "Godfather, Scotland was not used to it at that time, and now the time is right and it just happened to come true."
The current situation does not fit that feeling. I feel like a rebellious son who is causing trouble outside, and when he comes back, his adoptive father is desperately supporting him.
However, compared to the image of his godfather, Scotland seems to be more gentle and restrained.
It's more of an instinctive defense than an offense.
Scotland's hands were wrapped around his waist and back in a very natural way, forming a guardian posture and providing him with emotional support.
Scotland put his arm around his waist, his gloved hand patting the side of his waist gently with a soft, gentle palm.
Although he was a tall young man, his movements were unusually soft, as if he had landed on soft grass, or lay on marshmallows, being carefully soothed, and also as if he was being cared for.
At this moment, the noisy music seemed to have disappeared, and only Scotland's soft and broad chest, this chest carrying kindness, brought him endless warmth.
The lights suddenly dimmed and the music became louder. It turned out that the people who were going to warm up the audience had arrived.
As the music became more and more swinging, the dance officially began.
The man who was ready to fight also stood up, his face fierce, which was particularly creepy under the dim light, but the next second, he smelled the smell of gunpowder.
The smell is the same as the smell of a bullet being fired.
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