Artificial Life 31
"Why are you returning to your room at this time?" Gil, who was rummaging around in the house and finally found a row of test tubes in a small box hidden in a drawer, just breathed a sigh of relief when he felt a cold touch on his back. The Thousand-Faced Witch's smiling voice rang out, "When a fire breaks out, people's eyes tend to be uncontrollably drawn to their treasures. This is a trick Sherlock Holmes used before."
Vermouth ignored Gil's gesture of raising his hand to indicate that he was harmless. With a simple wave of his hand, Bourbon took the small box from the black-haired woman. "But unfortunately, you are not the great detective," she chuckled, "at best you are just a little mouse."
"...I don't understand what you are talking about, Vermouth," Kiel said calmly, "I just came here to take my spoils. The bear countryman who offended the organization has been thrown into the sea by me. It's just that he is a romanticist who doesn't know how to reject a woman late at night." She took a deep breath, like a wooden warehouse behind her nervousness, "I didn't mean to hide it, I just planned to wait for things..."
"What are you waiting for?" Vermouth's red lips curled up, with a half-smile on her face. "The merit that made you a codename member no longer exists." Bourbon coldly admired the confrontation between the two women, as if he was watching a farce that he was not interested in. "You know, your greatest achievement was killing two mice... One was the undercover, and the other was Akai Shuichi. If the undercover was still alive, then..." She narrowed her eyes, "The silver bullet that posed a great threat to the organization might still be active in this world?"
The atmosphere in the air was frozen for a moment. Gil opened his mouth to defend himself but was interrupted by Vermouth again. "Bourbon," the woman gathered her long hair and asked for her colleague's opinion in a nonchalant tone, "What do you think?"
"...I'm not interested in these," Bourbon from the organization crossed his arms, with an impatient look on his face. He sneered at the tense Keel, "Hurry up and lock the door and leave."
"Sure, leave this rat here."
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"The lifeboat is not in this direction," Julian kindly reminded Binga. After all, although the brain channel had already informed him of the existence of the submarine, Julian Mendoza, who had long been missing, could not have known this. "You went to the wrong place, Binga."
"No," Binga showed an arrogant smile and raised the weapon in his hand, "Kid, just follow me obediently." The man's smug look made Julian look at him a few more times. The boy always felt that the other party would be in trouble at the next moment, "As long as I can bring you back to the organization, I can take a step forward, and Lord Rum's respect for me will also be improved. Maybe I can be introduced to that lord directly..." At this point, he suddenly gritted his teeth and said, "Then we won't have to tolerate that woman. Gin has already stepped down, but here comes another one! I am the one..."
It seems that sister Tina did something to him. Julian looked at Binga with pity. After all, unless you are a psychopath, you generally cannot tolerate a life full of traps. The fan blades came off and almost cut off his head. The electric pole pressed on the car and the whole car was electrified. The belt was entangled on the bumper and he was almost dragged... Even if he managed to escape successfully at the critical moment by relying on his own ability, it was really uncomfortable to be always afraid of enemies.
"Bang--"
Sure enough, an accident happened. Julian sighed, feeling his body being quickly grabbed and speechless. Bingal felt a little painful. "Hello, everyone." The boy's eyes passed over the fat man and stayed directly on the young men standing among the tall believers. "Wow, it's really lively."
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