Chapter 86 Butterfly
Gin became wary, glancing at the fluffy cat bag the boy was carrying. "Don't tell me you're carrying it right now."
Bertrand opened her beautiful, sparkling eyes, her delicate, doll-like face showing complete innocence. "Otherwise, wouldn't it be more convenient to carry it around? You can just grab it and use it whenever you need it!"
Gin's temples twitched involuntarily. He glared menacingly at Bertrand, "Give it to me!"
With a slight pout, Bertrand's sticky voice rang out softly, "Just take it, why are you being so fierce..."
He looked down and rummaged through his cat-shaped handbag, taking out a transparent plastic box containing a lifelike, colorful butterfly.
He handed the box to Gin, but his eyes were fixed longingly on the butterfly inside.
Gin glanced at the butterfly inside, snorted coldly, and unceremoniously stuffed it into his coat pocket.
"Have you considered the potential consequences?" He glanced at the boy who was still staring at his pocket.
"The blast radius is roughly equivalent to three football fields," Bertrand smacked his lips, tilted his head back, thought for a moment, and answered.
Gin: ...
He gritted his teeth, "You're not allowed to carry such a dangerous thing on your person."
Bertrand took a breath upon hearing this, then glared at him sideways, "So you still put my butterfly in your own pocket!"
Gin raised his hand and smacked his head, then snorted, "Kids aren't allowed to carry such dangerous things on them."
She slapped his hand away, puffed out her cheeks, and turned to look out the window.
Then I happened to see a car passing by.
He raised his eyebrows and gave a big smile to the black-haired boy who happened to be looking in his direction.
Qianzhu glanced at him and then looked away.
Bertrand kept staring at the car through the window until he could no longer see the exhaust fumes, then looked away and at the large clump of vodka walking towards him from the opposite direction.
Vodka, who had just opened the car door, froze for a moment when he saw the smiling boy.
Gin glanced at him. "Let's go."
"Yes, elder brother."
Vodka got into the driver's seat, started the car, and muttered to himself.
What's that crazy little lunatic doing here?
We drove all the way to the sparsely populated suburbs.
Bertrand got out of the car with Gin and looked around at the somewhat old factory.
"This is the place we're going to bomb~ It's not that big."
Gin ignored him, glanced around at the surrounding terrain, and then took out the colorful butterfly.
Vodka, who was standing nearby, saw the butterfly and subconsciously took a small step back, which drew a cold look from his older brother.
Bertrand's eyes lit up, and he took out a square input device, 5 centimeters wide and 2 centimeters high, from his bag. "We need to use the Little Butterfly!"
“Hmm.” Gin nodded, then took the input device from his hand.
Gin took the butterfly out of the transparent box, connected it to the input device, and skillfully operated it. After disconnecting, he pressed the small button on the butterfly's abdomen.
The butterfly, which had been motionless, seemed to come alive. It fluttered its wings on Gin's hand and then drifted leisurely towards the pharmaceutical factory ahead.
An excited Bertrand wanted to stand still and watch the explosion, but Gin dragged him back into the car the next second.
As he watched the butterflies disappear from the window, Bertrand turned to look at the input device in Gin's hand.
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