Chapter 008 Are you interested in playing with a mouse?
"Scotland, I told you something and you were excited when you heard it."
"Bourbon, I have received rigorous training. You should believe in my ability to endure."
This conversation took place half an hour ago.
At this moment, Smino was trying to hold back his smile as he looked at Scotland, who had gauze on his head and was looking at him fiercely.
After Bourbon finished speaking, Smirnoff felt that it was over.
"System, can you tell me how I should get through this situation?"
[Host, actually I also want to know if Gin really did that with you? Is it really just ordinary sleep? But if you are sleeping, why do you still talk about the posture? 】
The system in his mind was also muttering a lot at this time, and Smino frowned.
Then he thought about how Gin always looked painful every time he woke up, and he said sincerely in his heart.
"Maybe Gin is mentally ill and likes to make trouble."
As Gin, who was choked by Smirnoff every night, had his hair pulled and his face slapped by Smirnoff, and was slandered for letting people sleep after waking them up: Huh?
[Host, don't be afraid, I will protect you. 】
"I've already told you it's not true, why the hell do you believe me?"
Smino rubbed his temples with a headache, then looked at the two people in front of him who had finished their conversation. He resignedly looked at the time on his computer.
"Are you guys going to do the mission?"
"The Scotland mission is over, and I have already given the intelligence to the operations team, so we have enough time to talk it over."
Bourbon's words were like this, but they sounded so gentle in Smirnoff's ears, as if he was taking special care of Smirnoff's emotions.
Scotland's eyes were red, he wanted to step forward but then he was afraid that his actions would scare Smirnoff.
At this time, the two finally understood why Smino was so stiff about their contact.
However, knowing the reason, they felt even more uncomfortable.
The atmosphere in the safe house was very heavy. Smino was sitting on the sofa on pins and needles, looking at the grief-stricken Scotch Bourbon in front of him.
Suddenly he knew what to say. He sighed and began to explain: "Gin and I really have that kind of relationship."
"We just have an ordinary employee relationship. He takes care of my daily life, that's all."
After Smirnoff finished speaking, Scotland's voice rang out: "Gin hurts."
"That does hurt a bit." Smino complained unconsciously, then realized something and looked up to meet Scotland's complicated eyes.
After a few moments, Smino shook his head: "Don't get me wrong, Scotland. When Gin and I were fighting in the training ground, his blows really hurt."
"It's really just an ordinary fight, not what you think!" Smino was almost going crazy.
He felt that if he explained it more clearly, the misunderstanding would probably get even bigger.
But Smino knew that his explanation seemed like a helpless excuse in the eyes of others.
And their guess was correct.
Smirnoff is more aware of his image in the Scottish bourbon, which has changed from an innocent boy who silently bears the darkness.
——He has become an image of someone who uses his own conditions to protect himself.
…
Seeing that there was no hope of explaining himself, Smino remained silent and began to question his life.
Where on earth did he go wrong!
It actually made the situation become what it is now.
Thinking about this, he leaned back on the sofa, wondering how he should arrange this undercover agent.
A second later, his cell phone rang, the ringtone sounding particularly abrupt in the quiet room.
Smino looked lazily, raised his eyebrows when he saw who was calling, and then he was about to answer the call when Bourbon came over.
"Who is it?"
"Gin."
After Smino finished speaking, he looked at Bourbon who was staring at him, forced an awkward smile, and then pointed at his cell phone.
"Gin, come to me if you have any questions. I'll take the call first."
"I think we can turn on the hands-free mode. It's also a good opportunity for us to see what Gin has to say."
There was nothing wrong with Bourbon's words. Even Scotland stood up and came to the side, looking at the two people who were determined to give up.
Smino nodded, "Of course no problem."
After all, there was nothing wrong with his gin.
The call is connected.
"Gin, it's 놋——"
"Little ghost, is your waist injury healed?"
"...Back injury?" Even though Smino was prepared, he didn't expect Gin to say this at this time.
But he also knew why Gin said that.
…
——When he was dealing with rats in the United States before, Gin was on video and jumped out excitedly after the bomb was installed.
Then he fell into the sea. It was Gin who hurriedly called Vermouth, who rescued him and sent him to the hospital.
The doctor said that his condition was more serious and half of his body would be paralyzed. When he heard the news, he was not scared but laughed instead.
It almost caused his attending physician to send him to a mental hospital.
That time, Gin's body, which was already in good shape after being tortured by Smirnoff, was cracked again.
Gin: Sooner or later I will be tortured to death by this brat.
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If he had said this before, Smirnoff would have noticed it, but now saying this would be too misleading.
Thinking about it, I looked up.
What I saw was Bourbon with a murderous look on his face, and Scotland turning around and muttering something.
Smino leaned over to listen to what Scotland was saying, and then he heard-
"Kill Gin, kill Gin, kill Gin, kill Gin, kill Gin, kill Gin, kill Gin, kill Gin, kill Gin..."
Scotland bit his thumb tightly, and Smino quickly retracted his head when he heard what was being said.
"Gin, are you calling me just to ask about my back injury?"
Smirnoff changed the subject and Gin didn't ask anything. A cold snort came from the other end of the phone.
Then Gin's laughter was heard. It was a hot summer day outside, but the room was so cold.
"Smino, caught a little mouse."
"I'm not interested in playing. After all, you're more interested in interrogation."
Gin said this, and Smirnoff also grinned. At the same time, he stood up and looked thoughtfully at the Scotch Bourbon in front of him who had regained his composure.
"Of course I'm interested. Do you want me to show off in front of the newcomers?"
"Let them know that their sponsor is a tough one. I want to deal with the mess of people who report you behind your back."
Hearing this, Smino pushed Bourbon and Scotch away and walked towards the door.
With the corners of his mouth rising slowly, Smino asked about the situation on Gin's side.
"If you let me go over, it means that the mouse has pissed you off. Tell me how it pissed you off."
"Smino, I don't have the patience to waste time with you here, come here quickly."
"Gin, tell me." After Smino said that, he heard the man wailing over there, and then he heard gunshots.
Hearing this, Smino took the phone away in disdain, "I'll be there in a minute."
"It's too noisy over there. I'm going to hang up first."
After that, he waited for the gin to open and hung up the phone without any hesitation.
After he put his phone back into his pocket, he turned around and looked at the two people in the distance, and he extended an invitation.
"Would you like to go together?"
"Go see what happens to rats after they are caught."
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