Chapter 652 Strange Relationship
"You talk a lot, Vermouth."
Gin's voice then rang out.
Vermouth smiled and defiantly turned to meet his gaze.
She firmly believed that Gin would not kill her.
Gin narrowed his eyes slightly and said in a low voice, "You and that detective, there's something going on, isn't there?"
Vermouth chuckled, now even more emboldened. "So what if it is?"
"Forget it, the guy who installed this bug might have accidentally left his fingerprints. Even if it wasn't him, we can still find out who did it." Gin sneered as he sheathed his gun and picked up the bug in his hand.
Bertrand watched coldly from the sidelines, glancing at Chianti before speaking in a low voice.
"Chianti".
"Let's do it."
Chianti raised an eyebrow slightly, glanced at Gin, then at Vermouth, and said, "No problem!"
……What?
Vermouth turned to look at Bertrand, who had a cold expression on his face. He was gripping the small monitor tightly in his hand and didn't look at her even though he noticed her gaze.
But just as Chianti was about to fire, a bullet flew in and destroyed the listening device in Gin's hand.
The bullet struck Cohen and Chianti right between them, and they put their guns away and looked back.
"Behind you, at eight o'clock."
"It's that building! But how is that possible? It's at least 700 yards away!" Vodka exclaimed in shock.
Gin took the sniper rifle from Chianti, aimed it at the top of the building, and saw it—
Shuichi Akai.
The other side was also aiming a sniper rifle at him.
Bertrand watched this scene expressionlessly until a bullet shattered the scope in Gin's hand and grazed his face.
Silver-haired boy: !!!
"Aaaaa!! That damned Shuichi Akai!! He actually hurt my Koto!! Unforgivable!"
He instantly became excited, snatched the sniper rifle from Cohen's hand, aimed it at Shuichi Akai, adjusted the aim, and retaliated in kind, breaking the other's scope as a bullet grazed his face.
Shuichi Akai was slightly shocked.
How could that guy be so skilled at sniping!
In the instant he was stunned, two more bullets struck his shoulder.
It can be said that this is Gin being given back what he suffered in the original work.
"Retreat!" Bertrand threw the gun back to Cohen and pulled Gin away.
“But what about the detective and that brat?” Chianti asked.
Bertrand turned around, and in that instant, his gaze was darker and more terrifying than that of a wild beast. "Retreat first, as for those guys..."
A cruel, crazed smile spread across his face. "Afra will take care of it."
"Yes, I understand." The three men behind Vodka were a little scared, but they nodded and followed their retreat.
As for Vermouth, she was somewhat stunned when Bertrand suddenly became agitated, and now when she heard that he would have Afra deal with those people, she couldn't help but frown.
However, she couldn't say anything right now, so she could only follow along.
Back in their car, they quickly drove away.
Bertrand put the monitor and headphones into his bag, then lowered his head and rummaged through the bag with both hands. His cute face was now full of coldness. "Those guys from the FBI knew we were coming to deal with Kogoro Mouri, so they were waiting there in advance, waiting for us to take the bait."
"Could it be that Kogoro Mouri and the BFI have teamed up?" the simple-minded vodka wondered.
“None of that matters,” Bertrand said through gritted teeth, “but the important thing is…”
"Something important?" Vodka asked, puzzled.
Bertrand pulled out a spray bottle and shouted angrily, "More importantly! That Shuichi Akai shot at Koto!! I'm so angry!!"
Vodka fell silent. Ah, this…
Gin: "..."
Bertrand suddenly leaned forward and sprayed blood onto the bloodstain on Gin's face, angrily muttering, "What if it leaves a scar?! My Gin-chan has such a beautiful face! What if it's ruined! If it's ruined, I'll replace it with his head!"
Gin: "..."
He raised his hand to shield his eyes from the spray, then pressed Bertrand back into his seat. "That's enough."
But as soon as he pressed it back, Bertrand jumped back, "What do you mean it's okay? How can it be okay just like that? I'm worried about you! You're injured!!"
Gin clicked his tongue and subconsciously took out a cigarette, but then put it back under the brat's burning gaze.
Vodka, who was on the side, was focused on driving, but in his heart he was thinking: "I didn't get this much attention when my brother was injured before. Is it because of my face?"
"By the way, what about Kiel..."
As he pondered, Vodka suddenly realized an important question.
"Whatever, don't worry about it, we'll find it." Bertrand replied casually, puffing out his cheeks, while still spraying Gin's clothes with a spray bottle.
Gin's brow twitched, and he immediately confiscated it.
At this moment, Vermouth seemed to be invisible, as if she had no presence at all.
Bertrand glanced at her and suddenly spoke.
"Speaking of which, sister..."
Vermouth looked up at him, at least her outward expression remained unchanged.
"Do you really have some kind of relationship with Kogoro Mouri?" Bertrand raised an eyebrow slightly, seemingly a little gossipy.
"..." Vermouth tossed a strand of hair, smiling charmingly. "What do you think, sweetheart?"
Bertrand paused for a moment, then turned to look at Gin. "So, Gin-chan, are you jealous?"
"..."
"..."
"..."
The three adults in the car fell silent instantly.
Bertrand looked left and right, then reached out and shook Gin's arm. "Hey, tell me, I want to know about that weird relationship between you two."
Gin withdrew his arm, his temples throbbing.
"And you and Shuichi Akai also have a strange relationship. If you don't want to talk about that, how about Sherry? You and Sherry also have a strange relationship."
Vodka gripped the steering wheel tightly, his mind filled with strange relationships.
"Shut up!"
Gin reached out and covered his mouth. If he wasn't stopped, the things he said would probably become more and more outrageous!
Bertrand looked at him with a resentful expression.
Having shaken off the FBI agents following them, they first returned to Safe House No. 6.
Not long after they returned, Afra also returned.
However, he had multiple gunshot wounds and walked with a somewhat unsteady gait.
Bertrand was pestering Gin to treat the wound on his face so that it wouldn't leave a scar, and he paused for a moment when he saw her.
"Afra?"
Afra felt so ashamed that she wanted to disappear. She lowered her head slightly and said, "I'm sorry, Xiao Ye, I failed the mission."
Bertrand's eyes widened in disbelief. "How is this possible? Shuichi Akai is already injured, and the other FBI agents are no match for you!"
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