Chapter 392 They must have other interesting technologies.
"Hmm?" Suddenly, his bright eyes lit up even more, and he rubbed his head against Gin with a grin. "Yay~ Gin thinks I'm the least likely person to be an undercover agent~ That's great~"
Gin's shin jumped, and he pushed the silver-haired boy away, saying, "Stop joking around, just say what you need to say."
Bertrand leaned back against his force, grabbed a cushion, and lay down on the sofa, his legs dangling leisurely by the side of the sofa.
"Nothing much~ I'm just really bored lately, and I want to play cat and mouse with the undercover agents."
The silver-haired boy squinted his green eyes, and a blush suddenly rose on his fair cheeks.
Gin glanced at him coldly, his tone growing even colder, "So you mean the organization has been infiltrated by rats again?"
"That's roughly the idea, right?" Bertrand hummed twice, counting on his fingers as if he were calculating something. "But it's alright, we have quite a few more useful members in the organization now. We can pick a time to let them handle some slightly more core missions~"
"Oh, but first we have to take them to old man Rum's place for a visit."
The cute boy was laughing happily; anyone who didn't know better would think he was talking about playing games.
Although these activities were indeed no different from playing games for him.
"Oh, right." He seemed to have suddenly remembered something important, and he jumped up and moved closer to Gin. "I almost forgot, last time Asti and I went to check out Shuichi Akai's hideout, and guess what we found?"
Gin turned his head and looked at him expressionlessly. "When did this happen?"
"Not long ago, just over a month ago," Bertrand said after a moment's thought.
Gin clicked his tongue and tightened his grip on the Beretta.
He glanced at him, then chuckled dismissively and patted him on the shoulder with an air of nonchalance. "I'll definitely tell you next time, but I have something more important to say!"
As he spoke, he turned around and sat down on the sofa. He glanced at the large vodka sitting in the distance, thought for a moment, and then sent him away.
"Fuji-chan, go buy me some lemon cupcakes, okay?"
Vodka nodded. Since he was already used to it, he didn't need to say anything; he just had to do as he was told.
Gin glanced at the departing Vodka, then straightened his expression.
It seems this kid has something important to say.
After the door to the safe house closed, Bertrand looked at Gin with a serious expression, ignoring the last time he and Asti met with that FBI team, and went straight to the point.
"Koto-chan, do you remember the woman we encountered when we ambushed Shuichi Akai last time?"
Gin thought for a moment and nodded.
"She said back then that the FBI's target for her was an organization, and when Asti and I went to see the FBI last time, I got some information from a foreign woman that the organization, like the old man, is also researching immortality. Do you think their technology might be helpful to the old man?"
Bertrand's eyes sparkled with excitement.
"I didn't expect the FBI to be interested in things like immortality. Although I don't know the progress of that organization's research, it would be beneficial for us if we knew, right?"
"And that woman's behavior was really off; they must have had some other interesting techniques~"
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