Chapter 852 Keep an eye on those kids
Almost everyone's attention was drawn to Pramie.
After all, she is the biggest threat in the open.
Bertrand sat back on the sofa, holding a can of sweet and sour lemon tea, watching the news on TV with little interest. The news was about Pramie.
He took a sip of lemon tea and sighed deeply, "I envy her so much, she can throw bombs anywhere she wants."
"......"
Gin, who had just come downstairs, was caught off guard by his words. He paused for a moment and remained silent.
Sitting at the bar, holding a glass of vodka, he silently grumbled to himself without batting an eye:
If we let you play with bombs recklessly, where will we have a place to live?
There were no missions these past two days, so it was considered a vacation. Therefore, Gin, unusually, did not wear his black coat or his original hat. He was only wearing a dark green sweater and black pants.
His long silver hair cascaded down his back, and instead of his usual sinister demeanor, he appeared like a noble young master.
He sat down on the sofa, picked up the wine bottle on the table, and poured himself a glass of wine.
Bertrand, who was leaning against the sofa armrest, glanced at him, then immediately moved his buttocks, turned around, and leaned against Gin.
He sighed.
Sigh, it's definitely more comfortable to lean on a human cushion.
He was thrilled, but Gin was speechless.
Gin leaned back comfortably, his legs crossed, a relaxed posture that Vodka considered no more than half a finger's width.
He took a sip of his drink and asked casually, "How's your plan coming along?"
Bertrand raised his hand and waved, "Relax, relax, we can start when the time comes."
After a few seconds of pause, he added, "However, the result will be a little different from what you expect."
Gin glanced at the top of his head.
"So your plan is actually only targeting Asti?"
Bertrand chuckled twice. "You guessed it."
Gin gave a faint "hmm," showing no surprise at the outcome.
Sherry is doing alright for now. After all, she only betrayed the organization and fled. The intelligence she carries is not a big deal to the organization. Besides, what right does a researcher like her have to know the organization's secrets?
But Asti is different.
Gin's eyes darkened slightly, and the murderous intent he felt towards Asti was genuine.
However, he wouldn't go so far as to bypass Bertrand and deal with his men.
Rum: ??? You think you can get away with disposing of my subordinate without my permission? ???
Fuck, I hate dogs with double standards!
Bertrand took a sip of his lemon tea with relish, then turned his gaze back to the television.
Because of Pramiya, many ordinary people were implicated, so the news reports about her were exceptionally long.
As he watched, he pointed and taunted, "Tsk tsk, this pretty lady's act of revenge has attracted a lot of police attention for me~"
Upon hearing this, Gin raised an eyebrow but remained silent.
“I suspect the police have also sent a lot of people to track down Pramia,” Bertrand said, stroking his chin as if talking to himself.
A moment later, he saw a somewhat familiar figure on the television screen.
"Hey, that looked like an FBI agent. I didn't expect Pramie's bomb to accidentally target the FBI!"
The silver-haired boy's eyes brightened slightly, and he laughed as he spoke.
Gin's interest was piqued slightly, and he looked up at the television.
"The international bomber who nearly caused huge damage to Shibuya a few days ago?"
“Yes.” Bertrand nodded. “Are you interested in her?”
Gin remained silent for a long while before finally uttering a single sentence:
"If you wanted to, you could be even more destructive than her."
Upon hearing this, Bertrand smiled shyly, "I'm not that outstanding~"
Gin gave a light scoff.
......
Pramia waved his right arm, his excitement impossible to hide.
Because of the shot she received from Morofushi Kagemitsu three years ago, which left her right arm almost immobile, she was a very vengeful person. That's why she planned the Shibuya bombing, trying to kill the two men with the surnames Furuya and Morofushi, as well as that group of annoying bugs.
Now, thanks to Death's help, her arm has fully recovered, but her hatred for those who thwarted her plans has not diminished in the slightest.
Playing with those fools was, of course, the condition that Death would help remove the bullet from her arm.
Because this suited her perfectly, she did not refuse.
At that moment, someone pushed the door open and entered.
Pramia looked up.
It's Hoshino Tsukasa.
He handed her a stack of printed papers, saying, "This is the movement map of those people tomorrow."
"good."
Pramia nodded.
At this moment, she showed none of the manic or crazy behavior she displayed after her identity was exposed on Halloween.
What a joke! Daring to act so arrogantly in front of such a large organization? Does she have a death wish?!
Seeing her reach out and take the documents, Hoshino Tsukasa nodded and left, his eyes showing only a calm, businesslike demeanor.
So he's also Asa's assistant. How can he not see that the organization is just using Pramia? Once they've used her, she might die before she's even finished taking her revenge.
Hoshino Tsukasa felt no sympathy for her, even though she was indeed very beautiful.
But aren't all the humans or non-humans in the organization beautiful and good-looking in their own way, just pawns in the manager's hands for profit?
After leaving the lab where Pramia was, Hoshino Tsukasa walked to another lab, pushed open the door, and looked at the middle-aged man in the wheelchair. "Mr. Gaius, the manager wants you to go to his lab."
"I see."
Gaius calmly maneuvered his wheelchair away from the laboratory.
Hoshino Tsukasa closed the door for him and then went to attend to other matters.
Although he addressed Gaius as "sir," they were in fact both subordinates working for Asa, and neither could gain the upper hand over the other.
As for their identities in the public eye, oh, of course, it's all an act.
Even if you don't understand, you should just follow orders.
Gaius left the underground experimental area and arrived at the castle above.
Asa waited in the greenhouse garden, sipping red wine.
Hearing the sound of a wheelchair moving, he took a sip of wine, his lips stained with red wine, making him look even more alluring.
Do you remember those kids we saw last time?
Asa didn't wait for him to speak before speaking, her voice lazy and her tone seemingly devoid of warmth.
“Yes, I remember.” Gaius stopped two meters behind him and answered respectfully with his head slightly bowed.
"Well, you should mainly pay attention to the boy with glasses and the girl with brown hair."
"clear."
Hearing this, Gaius knew he should prepare to take action.
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