Chapter 500 Gibberish
He looked as if he had just realized something.
He then clicked on the target lock on Conan, and the next second he saw the tall Agave from his side.
Bertrand fell silent for a moment. "That's true."
He took out his phone and dialed him as soon as he hung up the call he was on.
Looking at the unfamiliar number displayed, Tequila hesitated for a moment before answering. A sweet voice came from the phone.
"Hi~ Tequila~"
He paused for a moment, then hesitated before asking to confirm, "Petrus?"
Conan, who was hiding nearby, immediately narrowed his eyes.
Bertrand chuckled, "Don't open the briefcase you're holding unless you want to be blown to bits!"
A tequila.
Bertrand's tone was harsh. He hummed twice and hung up the phone before the other person could speak, then dialed Gin instead.
"What is it?" Gin asked, his tone flat and emotionless.
"Ugh, can't I call you for no reason?" Bertrand's voice was coy.
Gin: "..."
After laughing for two minutes, Bertrand got down to business before he hung up, briefly telling him about the tequila and then casually hanging up.
Gin put his phone away, glanced in the direction of the hotel, and took a small transparent box out of his pocket.
You can vaguely see a beautiful butterfly inside the box.
Noticing Gin's actions, Vodka felt a chill run down his spine, and his gaze at the air before him became even more serious.
What happened this time?
Then he thought: I have a feeling that, influenced by Bertrand, my older brother also thinks it's easier to just blow up the target with a bomb...
After all, who would notice a little butterfly flying by?
With Bertrand's reminder, Tequila didn't think about opening the suitcase to check its contents this time.
Although I don't know how Bertrand found out, it's always good to listen to him.
He glanced down at the briefcase, a sinister glint flashing in Tequila's eyes.
Because he was carrying a box of bombs, he didn't care about the kid who suddenly appeared beside him. He glanced at him and then ignored him and left.
But similarly, he was unaware that a transmitter had appeared on his trouser leg.
However, Bertrand, who was still in the live stream, saw it.
He tilted his head slightly, then helplessly shrugged one hand. "He's all alone around. Is he afraid the organization won't know he planted the transmitter?"
"Unless the tequila dies like in the original story~"
Humming a tune nonchalantly, he continued playing in the amusement park.
Arriving at the haunted house, Bertrand excitedly ran over.
He happily ran inside after handing the Ragdoll cat over to the staff for help. Once inside the haunted house, it was quiet and pitch black.
Several teenagers entered the haunted house with him.
They all had dyed hair and looked like delinquents.
However, their attitude was indeed poor.
The red-haired boy glanced sideways at Bertrand, put one hand in his pocket, walked over to him, and placed his hand on his shoulder. "Oh? Such a little brat coming to a haunted house all by himself? Aren't you sure you won't get scared and cry in here? Hahahaha..."
The people behind him laughed along with him.
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Bertrand tilted his head in confusion, seemingly not understanding why he had suddenly come over and started chattering away at him.
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