Chapter 39 Bomb
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When Qianzhu returned to the Qianye residence, it was already nine o'clock in the evening.
He took a quick bath, washed up, and lay down on the bed. He then closed his eyes and focused most of his consciousness back onto his body.
At this moment, Chino Chizuru, who is the main character and is wearing the guise of Bertrand, is lying on the sofa in the living room of Safe House No. 3, with her hands supporting her chin and her eyes full of excitement as she stares at Kosou Junke sitting on the single sofa next to her.
Xiao Cang Chunhui, who was being stared at by the little madman, remained indifferent and seemed unaffected.
If you ignore her slightly trembling hands.
"Petrussy, everything for the welcome party is ready, and the date is set for a week from now."
After putting away his things, Vodka, who had been given a rare day off by Gin, said something to the boy.
Bertrand nodded, raised one hand to give an OK sign, but his eyes remained fixed on Kosaka Chunhui.
He stared at the other person until they could barely maintain their composure, and after mentally boosting his emotional value for them, he finally sat up contentedly, took a strawberry cake from Vodka's hand, and happily began to eat it.
Vodka, behind his sunglasses, gave Aoi Junke a sympathetic look.
Sometimes, not being good-looking can be a form of camouflage.
After all, this little madman even dared to have designs on his older brother.
It can be said that he remembered every member of the organization who was good-looking and whom he had met.
Some people may not show it on their faces, but the emotional value they display on social media has already given them away.
After finishing the small cake, Bertrand let out a satisfied burp and curled up on the sofa to play on his phone.
Yes, playing in the real sense.
It's the kind of thing where you take a phone apart, assemble it into something else, then take it apart again and put it back together.
This left Xiao Cang Chunhui, who was standing next to her, completely stunned. Although she had just heard Chianti say that this little madman, Bertrand, was a genius at making weapons and the like, seeing it in person was far more shocking than hearing it.
Suddenly receiving the emotional value, Bertrand paused, glanced at her in confusion, then looked away and continued assembling the things in his hands. Finally, he held a mechanical butterfly in his hand and excitedly shouted to Vodka and the others, "Look! A small butterfly-shaped bomb!"
Vodka and the others, along with Berry: ? !!!
Seeing their terrified expressions, Bertrand chuckled and pointed to a barely noticeable button on the butterfly's abdomen. "Oh, don't worry~ It will only explode half a second after you press this button~"
Everyone breathed a sigh of relief upon hearing this, but only halfway through their relief did they see the boy's hand already moving towards the button.
!!! !!! !
"Don't press the wrong buttons!!! Bertrand!!!"
Their sudden shout startled Bertrand, and his finger, which was meant to wipe the dust off the butterfly's abdomen, pressed the button precisely.
"Oops, I pressed it." Bertrand opened his eyes, looking completely innocent.
"Aa ...
Vodka was the first to rush to his side, pick up the butterfly, and throw it outside.
If they blow up the safe house, they're doomed!
However, before Vodka even reached the door, he heard a very clear "pop" on his hand.
"Well?"
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