Chapter 381 Don't imitate this behavior!
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The clear, transparent glass beads shone brightly in the sunlight.
The silver-haired boy squinted one eye and looked up at the glass bead he had held up to the sun.
The dazzling light was a bit blinding.
"Sweetheart, let's go!"
Not far in front of the boy, a charming blonde woman turned around and called out to him.
Okay~
He casually tossed the glass bead into his bag, then jogged over and took the woman's outstretched hand, a radiant smile on his sweet face that rivaled even the sunlight.
"We've had enough fun for today, sweetheart," Vermouth said, adjusting her sunglasses and turning to look at Bertrand with a smile.
The silver-haired boy nodded, his head bowed as he intently stared at the white line beneath his feet.
After getting into the car, the two ended their day's lavish meal paid for with public funds and returned to the organization's safe house.
Pushing open the door, I found Gin and Vodka there as well.
Since Vodka finished his special training, Gin has resumed his workaholic activities, spending every day either doing missions or on his way to do missions.
Vodka didn't complain at all, after all, being a driver who drove day and night was much easier than undergoing day and night special training.
"Oh! Koto-chan and Fushi-chan are here too!"
Bertrand skipped over and sat down next to Gin.
Gin, who was wiping his gun, glanced at him and said in a somewhat incredulous tone, "You've been behaving much better lately."
Bertrand looked at him speechlessly, then put his hands on his hips with an air of self-righteousness, "Come on, going out to play takes effort, you know!"
Gin snorted and continued wiping his beloved Beretta gun.
Bertrand just stared at him until Vermouth called him to dinner.
Bertrand responded and then darted away.
He ate much slower than usual this time because... his stomach hurt.
Bertrand tightened his grip on the chopsticks and, in a fit of frustration, smashed a piece of tofu in the bowl.
Vermouth looked puzzled, then a little worried. "What's wrong? Don't you like this tofu? Or do you have no appetite? Are you feeling unwell?"
Bertrand shook his head and stuffed another mouthful of rice into his mouth.
Seeing that he didn't seem to lack appetite, Vermouth, who was gradually becoming as worried as a mother hen, breathed a sigh of relief.
Bertrand glanced at her discreetly as he ate, lowering his head slightly to conceal the sinister glint in his eyes.
After spending the afternoon in the safe house, occasionally teasing Gin, playing with Vodka, and whispering gossip with Vermouth, Bertrand, who then slipped out after dark, walked down the bustling street with a dog that he had somehow managed to steal from someone else's house.
After walking around and finding nothing interesting, he took his dog to the park, where he happened to run into the dog's owner.
Bertrand glanced at it a few times, calmly loosened the rope in his hand, and went off to play in another direction.
All of Bertrand's behaviors are those of a bad child. Although I can't imitate them, I still want to say: you shouldn't imitate this kind of behavior.
The narrator who said this was beaten up.
Ignoring the dog owner's surprise and uncertainty upon encountering his own dog, Bertrand squatted by the lake, watching the motionless fish in the water. Bertrand picked up a small stone and threw it in.
The fish were startled and scattered instantly, splashing water as they swayed their tails.
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