Chapter 831 Sweetheart, calm down first.
Bertrand didn't expect an answer from him, after all, he was currently in a situation where he couldn't speak out.
He still patted the dust off his clothes with some disdain, but when he realized he couldn't get it clean, he stopped bothering with it. He stepped forward, took a knife from one of the men, and walked over to the older twin brother with a grin, then gently kicked him.
After twirling the knife in his hand, he squatted down and, without warning, plunged the knife into Miyasaka's neck!
When the blood spurted out, Bertrand dodged, but still got splashed quite a bit. He seemed stunned for a moment, pursed his lips, and after a long while, he finally spoke: "Oh dear, I forgot. Never mind then."
Then, still grinning, she repeatedly stabbed his neck, muttering, "I'll let you choke me, I'll let you choke me, I'll let you choke me..."
"Although I was taken hostage by you willingly, what does that have to do with you choking me?"
In no time, Miyasaka's neck became a bloody mess, making Conan feel physically uncomfortable.
Although he wanted to stop him, he was currently unable to move freely, and Bertrand was unlikely to pay him any attention.
Conan's eyes were a little red, and his hand holding the knife to cut the rope was trembling slightly.
The knife in Bertrand's hand was soaked in blood, as if it had been taken out of the blood. The splattered blood not only flew onto his body but also onto his cheeks. When it slid to the corner of his mouth, he subconsciously stuck out his tongue and licked it, but the next second he realized what he was doing and quickly spat it out.
Looking at the neck, which was no longer recognizable, he nodded in satisfaction, gripped the knife handle with both hands, raised it, and stabbed it down forcefully again.
He released his grip, and the knife remained standing there.
Bertrand stood up, shook the blood off his hands, and then wiped the blood off his face with his sleeve.
Then, as if he had suddenly thought of something, he turned to look at Conan.
He was partially backlit, covered in blood, but with an innocent and radiant smile on his face.
He said in a cheerful tone, "Oh dear, I accidentally forgot about Conan."
At this moment, Conan had already cut the ropes binding his hands and feet with a knife from another person. He stood in the corner, staring intently at Bertrand.
Bertrand blinked, then smiled at him. "What do you want to do? Put me on the law? But you don't have the chance right now~"
As soon as he finished speaking, Conan sensed something was wrong. His eyelids twitched, and he suddenly felt a sharp pain in his neck.
Before he passed out, he saw Bertrand walk toward him and take the watch off his wrist.
Bertrand walked to the door with his watch in his hand, opened the watch case, and made a motion as if he were firing a tranquilizer dart.
The people outside were wary and didn't come in immediately, and Bertrand was in no hurry, still posing as if waiting for them to come in.
After a long while, perhaps realizing there was no movement inside, the person squatting outside cautiously pushed open the door and came in.
Aim at the target and fire the tranquilizer dart!
Vermouth instinctively reached out and put her arm around Ran's waist to prevent her from falling to the ground. Then, she turned her head and met Bertrand's bright smile that didn't reach his eyes.
Vermouth's eyes trembled slightly, and she suddenly looked away, her gaze falling on Conan, who had also fainted in the corner.
She paused for a moment, then led Ran Mouri to a corner and placed her and Conan together.
"Sweetheart, you've taken care of them all?"
Bertrand grinned, and the blood on his face made him look rather creepy. "Yeah, it's all taken care of."
He touched the butterfly that had appeared on his head again, his smile still bright, and before Vermouth could speak, he continued, "Sister, you really care about those two, I'm really curious about what's going on between you two~"
As he spoke, the silver-haired boy walked towards Miyasaka's body, squatted down, rummaged through his pocket, and then took out the gun from his pocket.
A distinct cocking sound.
Seeing the blood-covered boy raise his gun and point it at the girl and boy in the corner, Vermouth's heart suddenly panicked.
"Little...sweetheart, calm down first. I'll tell you about them later, okay?"
Vermouth tried to persuade him.
Bertrand's eyes crinkled into a smile, her tone cheerful, "Well, I don't want to hear about that either~"
He pressed down slightly on the trigger, and with a "bang," the bullet struck Ran Mouri near the head.
Vermouth's pupils contracted slightly, and she suddenly strode to the middle, blocking Ran and the others slightly.
Bertrand's smile faded slightly, and his eyes suddenly turned cold as he stared at Vermouth: "So, sister, are you planning to choose them?"
"No...no, sweetheart, calm down first, let's have a good talk, okay?" Vermouth felt increasingly flustered. She took a step forward, but stopped because of the boy's cold gaze, which seemed even more unfamiliar than that of a stranger.
"I'm very calm, but I don't think it's good."
Bertrand spoke softly, pausing for a few seconds in that position before slowly resuming his speech:
"Sister, how about I give you a choice?"
"Would you choose me, or them?"
He didn't give Vermouth a chance to refuse and asked directly.
Then he changed the direction of the gun in his hand.
He pointed the gun at himself.
Bertrand's face revealed an extremely cruel smile. "If you choose them, then I... will choose to die in front of you."
"I don't want to be left over after someone else has chosen me."
He appears to be giving Vermouth a choice, but in reality, he is just forcing her to give up on Angel, the man she admires.
"I......"
Vermouth hesitated for only a moment, less than a second, before making her decision. She looked at Bertrand and said, "I choose you!"
Bertrand smiled with relief, his expression like that of winter turning into spring, changing from cold to warm.
BOOM!
Vermouth's pupils contracted!
Gunshots, the sound of a soccer ball colliding, the sound of a pistol falling, and the sound of a soccer ball bouncing on the ground all entered her ears clearly and accurately.
She stood frozen in place, watching Bertrand fall to the ground, his blood gushing from where his neck and shoulder met.
Vermouth quickly ran over and picked him up, exclaiming, "My sweetheart!"
She turned her head and glanced at Conan, who was panting and slumped on the ground, then pursed her lips and left with Bertrand.
She was trembling all over.
Panic and fear overwhelmed her, making it almost impossible for her to drive properly!
She was wrong...
She was really wrong.
Vermouth pressed the accelerator, ignoring the traffic lights, her only thought was to bring Bertrand back to the organization and ask Sect to treat him.
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