Chapter 154 You came to the appointment even though you don't know me?
Then, with a flick of his wrist, the playing card swiftly and accurately pierced the man's brain.
His body stiffened, and before the smile on his face could fade, he collapsed.
At the same time, the playing card stuck in his brain slowly disappeared, but not a drop of blood flowed out.
Without even glancing at the fallen bodies, Alex moved to another room and killed several members in the same manner.
However, they didn't eliminate all of them, as it would easily arouse suspicion...
Ah, no, the first person I would have suspected was Behrfinger.
After dealing with the most ruthless individuals, Alex left the brewery base, returned to the church, picked up the soundly sleeping Sethrin, and then teleported back to Neon.
"Wake up, it's time to go to school."
Kawasaki Masuru shook the person awake.
Kawasaki Machi opened his eyes lifelessly and said in a flat voice, "If I have a bad temper when I wake up... I'll definitely throw away this clone of you..."
Before he could finish speaking, he was thrown out by Kawasaki Masuru.
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Sure enough, I get annoyed with myself sometimes, don't I? Right?
After slowly changing his clothes, Kawasaki Machi, with a face that looked like he hadn't had enough rest, went to school and began a simple and unpretentious day of school life.
On the other side.
After having Afra carry the stolen figurine back to her room, Bertrand stepped out of the safe house without Afra.
After picking up a newspaper from the newsstand and looking at the news, Bertrand's face showed a hint of satisfaction.
The loss of the gold statue is a big deal!
Looking at the printed image of the museum director's face, choked with sobs, in the newspaper, you could tell how heartbroken he was.
“How pitiful,” Bertrand said, feigning sympathy.
He stuffed the newspaper into someone's bag on the street, then turned and went into a restaurant with his hands behind his back.
Just as he was about to speak with the pretty receptionist, he spotted someone who was always around—the king of wage earners.
"Ah~ Bo-chan!" Bertrand excitedly ran over.
I never expected to run into Amuro Tooru, the king of part-time jobs, here!
Amuro Tooru turned around and looked at the baby-faced boy running towards him, then fell silent.
"You can call me by my name when we're out."
"Oh, okay, Po-chan." Bertrand followed beside him, looking at the tray in his hands with a curious expression. "Po... what are you doing here, Tou-chan? Are you doing a mission?"
Amuro Tooru nodded and glanced at him. "What are you doing here?"
“Someone invited me over~” Bertrand chuckled.
"Who?" Amuro Tooru asked seemingly casually.
Bertrand replied just as casually, his gaze sweeping over the room number, "I don't know it either~"
Toru Amuro:?
"You came to this appointment if you don't know me?"
He gave the seemingly gullible baby-faced man a complicated look.
Although he knew perfectly well that he couldn't possibly be the one being deceived...
But with his face, which is just as misleading as Behringer's, it's hard not to have some doubts!
"315~315~315, where is 315~" Bertrand jumped around, humming a tune, his eyes fixed on the door number.
“…There.” Amuro Tooru pointed ahead, then stopped him in front of door number 315.
He knocked on the door, footsteps came from inside, and then the door was quickly opened from the inside.
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