Chapter 966 [Observation] Actually, you can also take my surname.
Entering the house, the woman sat down on the single sofa on the side, nestled comfortably inside, and then looked up with a hint of interest at the child who was fast asleep in the pillow.
Perhaps her gaze was too blatant, because the little boy flinched, whimpered, rolled over and changed his position, and grabbed a pillow to hug.
He dozed off for a little while longer before slowly sitting up, stretching and yawning. He rubbed his watery eyes before looking at the woman. His bewildered eyes lit up with joy when he saw her face.
In just a few days, his blond hair had completely turned silver, only his light green pupils remained as bright as ever.
Vermouth looked at the young boy with a head of slightly messy and fluffy silver hair with great interest, her red-painted lips curving into a smile.
She asked, "Little friend, what is your relationship with Gin?"
Before answering her, Bertrand yawned and then replied softly, "He's my guardian."
Vermouth raised an eyebrow again and joked, "When did that guy have a child?"
"A while ago," Bertrand replied, his elbows propped on the pillow and his hands supporting his chin, looking rather serious.
Vermouth paused for a moment before looking at Bertrand again and asking, "Little one, what's your name?"
Bertrand winked and gave her a bright smile. "Which one do you want to know?"
Vermouth was slightly dazed by his smile, puzzled by his question, and then leaned forward with great interest.
Bertrand grinned. "My name is Xiao Ye, but of course, you can call me Bertrand too~"
Vermouth was taken aback, her surprised gaze fixed on the young boy.
She really didn't expect that such a young child would also be a code name member of the organization... She couldn't recall anyone else in the organization leaving their child behind.
Could it be that this little guy really is the child of Gin, that unromantic man?
After all, they both had silver hair and green eyes.
Vermouth didn't show it on her face, but she was thinking deeply.
Although she has always been a mystic, Gin is also somewhat mysterious within the organization. He was brought back by the Boss when he was young and eventually trained to be a loyal killing machine.
But much more, such as his background, is probably known to no one except the Boss.
Their ages are also somewhat ambiguous; after all, in this regard, if someone wants to hide it, it's a piece of cake for them.
Vermouth became increasingly convinced that Gin and Bertrand were father and son.
However, she certainly couldn't be so certain of it.
She doesn't need to confirm it, but she can use it to tease that clueless man.
As a result, rumors inexplicably spread within the organization that the cruel and cold-blooded top killer Gin had a child.
Vermouth looked at Bertrand with a smile.
And yet, because of her own actions, the rumors have inexplicably spread that the child is hers and Gin's child...
She's still trying to fool Bertrand, "Since Gin is your guardian, what do you call him?"
Bertrand blinked, thought carefully for a moment, hesitated for a second, and then his eyes lit up, "Koto-chan!"
Vermouth: "?"
Using such a cute sound to name Gin...?
It's not impossible.
The woman's smile deepened.
After deciding what to call Gin, Bertrand suddenly remembered something, her bright eyes looking at Vermouth, "Oh right, sister, you haven't told me your name yet!"
Vermouth tossed her hair, her allure tinged with a touch of languor. "My codename is Vermouth."
Bertrand nodded, then stared at her with excitement and curiosity, "So, what's the relationship between you and Qin-chan?"
“It’s nothing, they’re just members of the organization.” Vermouth flicked her fingertips.
Bertrand looked skeptical. "Really?"
"certainly."
Vermouth had a very open and generous expression on her face.
Bertrand drew out a long "oh" sound, sounding somewhat disappointed, then sighed and muttered under his breath, "I thought there would be some strange relationship between you two... Disappointing."
Vermouth, who heard his mutterings, was speechless.
The audience in the theater: "..."
Berry glanced furtively at Gin and Vermouth separately, then quickly looked away.
Hmm... how could they not have some strange relationship? After all, the organization has been spreading the word about it behind the scenes.
Even when there were no missions, Berry had heard all the gossip in the world. She thought to herself, but her face remained expressionless. Upon closer inspection, she even had a serious air about her.
Both Bertrand and Behringer, who also loved gossip, turned to look at the two of them openly, then asked with eager curiosity, "You two really don't have any strange relationship?"
Vermouth smiled slightly, a strand of hair twirling between her fingers, and said softly, "I'm also curious whether Sext really likes Asti?"
"puff--"
Just as he was happily watching the show, Seeker was suddenly caught in the crossfire and spat out a mouthful of water, but he still choked on the half-water that had already entered his throat.
He coughed and waved his hands, "Cough cough cough! How...how could I possibly cough cough cough like cough cough that guy! Cough cough cough..."
Behrfinger looked at him with disdain. "Don't talk nonsense. I wouldn't want to be liked by someone as stupid as you!"
Bertrand was standing next to Gin, holding his arm, his whole body shaking with laughter.
Sekter snorted loudly, "You're the idiot!"
Behrfinger glared at him and returned the sentence with a curse.
The others watched the two adults arguing like children, and all looked helpless and speechless.
As the two argued, Matsuda Jinpei joined the fray, naturally siding with Behringer.
Seekert: "?"
You little rascal, you actually brought in helpers!
Behrfinger looked completely innocent.
Bertrand, who was in the middle of the battlefield, kept laughing until the next video started playing, at which point his laughter and the gradually subsiding cursing stopped.
Bertrand: That was fun, let's continue next time.
...
Ever since Vermouth "reminded" him, Bertrand has been calling Gin "Gin-chan" so affectionately and happily that some people secretly believe that the two have a very close relationship!
Gin, who was trying to change how Bertrand addressed him, was speechless.
But he couldn't correct it, so he gave up on trying.
It's just a name.
Then, suddenly remembering something, Bertrand chased after him, repeatedly asking what his name was.
His excitement made it clear that he wouldn't give up until he got the answer.
Gin, whose temples were throbbing from being pestered, finally told him.
Gin glanced at the kid who was blinking at him and said calmly, "Kurosawa Jin."
His chilling and murderous aura was completely ineffective when facing Bertrand, whether because he had a boss backing him up or because he was simply fearless.
Upon hearing this, Bertrand was initially confused, but then he realized what was happening and exclaimed with sudden understanding, "Oh, I see! I understand now."
Then he sat quietly to the side, head slightly lowered, and began to ponder to himself.
Gin looked at him expressionlessly, then frowned slightly. "What do you know?"
Bertrand paused for a moment, then looked up at him with a bright, seemingly harmless smile. "I was thinking, since you're my guardian, should I change my name and take your surname from now on?"
Gin: "..."
He raised his hand and pressed it against his temples as if he had a headache, his voice deep and heavy, "There's no need."
Bertrand blinked, but didn't continue the topic.
Seeker took a breath. "Xiao Ye, you can actually take my surname too. I'd love to."
Bertrand chuckled.
Others: "..."
Bertrand was sprawled on the sofa, watching Gin about to leave. He suddenly sat up and asked, eagerly, "Gin-chan, are you going on a mission? Take me with you, I'm so bored."
Gin ignored her and quickly walked out of the safe house.
But Bertrand was quick too; he'd only gone a few steps before a little guy was hanging on him.
"I want to go! I want to go! I want to go! I want to go!"
Gin: "..."
He took a breath, pulled Bertrand off and held him in his hand, quickly stepped forward and shoved him into the car, finally getting some peace and quiet.
Bertrand happily fastened his seatbelt, leaned back quietly in his seat, and waited for the car to arrive at the mission target.
The mission was taking place quite far away, and it was already late. Bertrand almost fell asleep while waiting, and he was still very groggy when he got off the bus.
Gin glanced at him, frowned slightly, and said, "You might as well wait in the car."
Bertrand instantly snapped out of his drowsiness and grabbed Gin's sleeve. "No way, I have to go too! Let's go, let's go!"
He instantly shed his sleepiness and was full of excitement.
Gin silently led his men to lie in ambush near a dark alley.
Bertrand also crouched quietly beside him, keeping watch. He had somehow pulled out a toy gun and was fiddling with it with his head down.
Gin glanced at it and then looked away.
When the target appeared, Gin did not rush to make a move, and Bertrand stood beside him curiously, observing the other party.
The other person was carrying a gun.
Bertrand immediately noticed it, then his eyes flickered slightly as he turned his head slightly to glance at several corners.
Hmm, they came prepared too!
Bertrand smiled and narrowed his eyes, glanced up at Gin, then lowered his head to think.
If this stalemate continues, it will probably waste a lot of his time.
Thinking this, Bertrand pursed his lips, then took a few miniature butterflies out of his bag, casually tossed them aside, and they flew away on their own.
Under Bertrand's gaze, the butterflies slowly dispersed, each flying towards the others hidden in the shadows.
At the same time, he gently tugged at Gin's sleeve, looked at him after he lowered his head, and then raised his chin at the man who was deliberately exposed to their view.
Gin understood his implication.
Take action.
Although the boss told him to go along with him, he certainly couldn't really listen to everything he said.
Seeing Gin's composed demeanor, Bertrand blinked, shrugged with a rather helpless expression, and looked rather comical, like a child pretending to be an adult.
After a while, Bertrand tugged at his shirt again and whispered, "Hurry up and do it, I'm sleepy."
His voice did sound sleepy.
Gin remained expressionless.
He didn't even know why he actually brought this kid along.
He frowned slightly, and then heard the little one beside him speak:
"If you don't make a move, then I'm going to."
Then, right before his eyes, Bertrand raised the toy gun in his hand, aimed it at the man who was constantly testing him out of caution, and with a grin on his face, he mouthed a "bang" sound. He pressed the trigger of the toy gun, and with a whoosh, something actually shot out from the muzzle, hitting the other man with a thud.
Gin paused for a moment, then reacted swiftly, pulling Bertrand aside to dodge the incoming bullet.
The bullet grazed past him, carrying a slight burning sensation. The thrill of it brought a smile to Bertrand's lips.
He said it would be really exciting to do missions together!
He couldn't help but chuckle, which seemed strangely odd in the dim night.
"...I found the last one too!"
Bertrand lowered his voice, but his voice trembled slightly with excitement, and a blush spread across his face.
It's obvious someone wanted to use the noise Gin made when he fired the gun to find him, but wasn't Bertrand also doing the same?
Gin glanced at Bertrand, who was clearly acting strangely, with some surprise. The next second, he heard the sound of something falling to the ground not far away.
Bertrand's lips curled into a smile, and he said with a hint of excitement, "Want to go take a look, Qin-chan?"
To be honest, although he had studied many butterflies, this was the first time he had used butterflies to deal with an enemy.
After all, when he was in the United States, he was used to having puppets do it.
Gin gave him a meaningful look, and then let him pull him out of the hiding place.
Bertrand first took him to see the few who had already been knocked out by the poison carried by the butterfly, and then looked at the one who was hiding the deepest. After clicking his tongue twice, he returned to the real target. He held Gin's hand with one hand and played with the toy gun in the other. The way he looked down at the man had an inexplicable air of superiority.
This kid is just a seven-year-old child.
Clutching his heart, the man, not quite dead yet, flashed a ruthless glint in his eyes.
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