Chapter 25 Remember to call me Big Brother
"Really? I actually have a partner now!?"
The boy still covered his face, but his ecstatic expression was impossible to hide.
"Yay!"
He jumped and cheered like a child, and after cheering enough, he turned around and hugged Qin Jiu's slender yet strong waist, "Qin-chan, you're so good~"
Gin: ...
The number of tic-tac-toe marks on his forehead has increased.
He gritted his teeth, resisting the urge to draw his gun, and pulled Bertrand's hand away.
But Bertrandez clung to him like a leech, even patting his waist and muttering somewhat unhappily, "It's been so long, Qin-chan, aren't you used to it yet?"
"Wait a minute, you're not tired of me, are you?!"
The boy, who was no taller than his chest, suddenly raised his head and stared at him in disbelief with wide eyes.
Gin: ...
His native language is speechlessness.
To prevent the brat from having wild thoughts and causing trouble again, Gin stopped moving.
But the boy's suspicious gaze remained fixed on him.
After staring for a few seconds, the hand behind Gin suddenly stroked his silky, silver hair twice.
Gin's expression remained indifferent, but he reached behind his back and slapped the mischievous little hand.
Meanwhile, the three people opposite them were looking at the sky, the ground, and looking around blankly.
Vodka had gotten somewhat used to it, and at that moment he found the clouds floating in the sky to be incredibly beautiful, so beautiful that it was mesmerizing.
The newcomer felt that the organization's top model worker was different from what she had heard of. Feeling lost and unsure where to look, she could only try to convince herself that the view from the dock was truly beautiful...
Bourbon kept his head down, trying hard not to look at the frustrated Gin, otherwise he was afraid he would burst out laughing.
Bertrand sighed deeply and finally left Gin's side, walking towards the ship docked at the pier.
"It's getting late, so let's get ready to go!"
As he passed Bourbon, he patted him on the shoulder, one hand on his hip, looking quite proud. "Very good, from now on you'll be working for me. Remember to call me Big Brother!"
Bourbon's lips twitched slightly.
Vodka wiped his eyes behind his sunglasses, as if wiping away tears. "Petrandilla, you have to be careful on your journey, don't get hurt..."
Bertrand: ?
The mission is so far away that it wouldn't even take a day to travel there and back, and I'm not the one carrying out the operation. You're making it sound like I'm going to the FBI's headquarters.
Gin felt his temples throbbing from being lectured, so he kicked him without hesitation.
And then the world fell silent.
Upon boarding the ship, Bertrand ran around on the deck like a child who had just seen the world, his fair face beaming with excitement.
Wow! This ship is so big! Oh wow, it's so spacious!
Bertrand, who looked like a child, and indeed seemed to be, made Bourbon's purple eyes deepen.
The Black Organization are inhuman!
They even preyed on such a young child!
Even when he joined the organization five years ago, the child was only 10 years old and seemed to have entered this dark, gloomy, and mysterious organization even earlier than them.
Bourbon glanced at the young boy, who had grown taller but looked almost unchanged, and sighed inwardly.
Tired from running on the deck, Bertrand finally stopped. Standing on the swaying ship, he seemed to have encountered something amusing, rocking back and forth with the ship, letting out joyful and innocent laughter.
That sounds quite infectious.
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