Chapter 967 [Observation] is a wicked little madman
Gin noticed the ruthlessness that flashed in the man's eyes, glanced at the rather interested Bertrand, and then searched the man and took the gun out of his body.
Bertrand watched his behavior, blinked, and then looked back at the man, his eyes filled with nothing but curiosity.
The man gasped for breath, his vision blurring. He gripped the dagger tightly, knowing he couldn't hurt Gin, and threw it forcefully at Bertrand!
Bertrand stepped aside, blinked, and looked down at his arm—a few drops of scarlet blood were seeping from the thin wound.
As the color faded from his face, his light green pupils became extremely deep. He slowly turned his head and looked down at the man on the ground who had almost lost his breath.
Her voice was light and airy, like a whisper drifting from a dark abyss, "You know what? I hate it when people hurt me, so I suddenly felt I couldn't let you just die like this..."
After saying that, he took a butterfly out of his bag.
The shimmering blue butterfly, glowing with a faint light, took flight and, after a moment, gracefully landed on the man, resting on his neck.
With a smile playing on her lips, Bertrand looked at the man who was completely unconscious but seemed to have no signs of dying. Then, turning her head to look at Gin, her expression changed to something else, and she fluttered her eyelashes expectantly at him.
"Nanako-chan, could you help me transport him back to my personal safe house?"
Gin: "..."
He glanced at the man who was clearly about to die but still had a little breath left. He could also see the strangeness about this kid. He nodded, bent down, grabbed the man's collar, and dragged him away from there.
Since he helped take the person away, Bertrand stayed behind to clean up the traces at the scene.
He's actually quite good at this.
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Inside the safe house in Bertrandshire.
Gin didn't know what he was planning to do, so he had no choice but to stay and keep an eye on things tonight in case anything unexpected happened.
However, no accident occurred... Instead, Gin gained a very direct understanding of Bertrand's true personality.
—He's a vengeful little madman.
Bertrand woke the man up with a grin, using a little trick to keep him awake, and then took out a small knife.
This knife is the same one that the man threw earlier, the one that injured Bertrand.
He retrieved it and then used it on the man.
The young boy, with his innocent and adorable face, wore a bright smile, yet his hands remained perfectly steady as he cut pieces of flesh from the man's body, one after another.
Looking again at the smile on his face, though it was bright and cheerful, there was a strange and wicked excitement hidden in his eyes. His pink little mouth opened and closed, and every word he uttered was vicious.
He truly dealt a double blow to the man, both physically and psychologically.
Gin's lips twitched. Smelling the thick, pungent smell of blood spreading through the air, he silently left the room.
When Gin returned the next day at daybreak, the stench of blood in the air had dissipated considerably. Upon closer inspection, the man was nowhere to be seen, and instead, a skeleton strung together in the room had appeared.
Gin glanced at it, paused, and then looked at it again, examining the skeleton for a few moments. He remained silent, a hint of disbelief flashing in his eyes, before turning to look at the young boy who was still full of energy after staying up all night.
He was still wearing the blood-stained clothes and a pair of oversized plastic gloves, fiddling with something in a jar.
"...You got rid of that man?"
After a long silence, Gin finally asked the question.
"Yes!" Bertrand nodded cheerfully, smiling broadly. "That skeleton in front of you is it~ Did I do a good job? This is my first time making a skeleton~ It's just so troublesome, this should be my first and last time~"
Gin remained silent.
After pressing down the contents of the jar, Bertrand poured in a clear, viscous liquid, put the lid on, took off his gloves, and skipped off to take a shower and change his clothes.
She came back with her hair still wet, then grabbed Gin's hand and said matter-of-factly, "Alright, Gin-chan, let's go."
Gin glanced at him but didn't ask why he didn't stay in his safe house to rest, after all...
Before leaving, Gin glanced around the room with a deep look in his eyes.
The boss really threw a little devil and a madman at him...
A thought flashed through Gin's mind.
silence.
There was nothing but silence.
Immediately, someone took a deep breath, their gaze sweeping over Bertrand with fear and apprehension before quickly looking away.
Behringer blinked blankly, then turned his neck stiffly to look at Bertrand, his expression complicated. "Xiao Ye... you're so scary."
Bertrand scoffed. "Take back what you said!"
"No! I'll even say it again!" Behringer retorted defiantly, hands on her hips, her words sharp yet forceful: "Xiao Ye! You're so cute!"
Bertrand instantly broke into a bright smile.
Others: "..."
Liu Qingyao was both conflicted and speechless: "Gu, you really do follow your heart."
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Although Bertrand is a completely uncontrollable little madman, he doesn't bother with others as long as they don't offend or provoke him. He usually prefers to stay in the house and only goes out with Gin when he's so bored he's about to get moldy.
He was bored today, but Gin was also off, so after sighing a few hundred times, Bertrand remembered Behringer, whom he had slightly forgotten, and then called him over.
When Behringer arrived and saw Gin there, a hint of surprise flashed in his eyes, hidden under the hood of his cloak, but he didn't intend to greet him. Instead, he went straight to Bertrand's side.
Then she whispered in his ear, "Xiao Ye, why do you and Gin seem to get along so well?"
Behringer and Gin were not close, but perhaps because he was his superior, or perhaps because they didn't get along, Behringer felt indifferent towards Gin.
Bertrand glanced at him, smiled, and hummed in agreement, then told him without hiding anything, "Actually, Qin-chan is my guardian now~"
Behrfinger was dumbfounded: "Huh?"
Then, with a look of suspicion, doubt, and disbelief, she pointed a finger at Gin and said, "Him? Him??"
"Yes!" Bertrand nodded firmly, his eyes filled with seriousness. "Don't you think Qin-chan is very pretty?"
Behringer stopped speaking, his gaze drifting to Gin's face, glancing at him once, twice, three times, four times, before his tone became somewhat certain, "Yes, indeed."
“Right!” Bertrand clapped his hands excitedly.
Behrfinger nodded repeatedly, "Mmm."
"..."
The last time I was silent, it was because I was trembling with fear; this time, it was because I was speechless with nothing to say.
Behrfinger poked his finger innocently.
He likes beautiful things too, so you can't blame him, right?
...
Bertrand was extremely bored, then he suddenly remembered something, took out his computer which hadn't been used in a long time, and checked on the situation with Behrfinger.
Upon seeing the person appear beside Behringer, a dark glint flashed in his eyes for a moment, then quickly dissipated, and he slowly shut down his computer.
...
Bertrand held Behringer's hand and casually asked, "Hey, Behringer, you haven't been hiding anything from me lately, have you?"
After he finished speaking, he felt the people around him freeze for a moment. Although Behringer quickly recovered, Bertrand still noticed it.
He lowered his eyes slightly, a hint of ferocity flashing in them.
"Bei-chan, you know what I hate, right?"
Bechfinger paused for a moment, hesitated, and then answered, "You hate betraying you, you hate rats, you hate being lied to, and you hate anything that hurts you..."
After hearing his explanation, Bertrand's face lit up with a bright smile. "That's right~ Bei-chan is right, I like Bei-chan so much now~ So... you would never do anything to make me hate you, right?"
Bechfenger tilted his head slightly and responded softly.
Seeing his expression, Bertrand smirked slightly, suppressing the sarcasm that was about to spill from his lips.
Beibei, you've been naughty.
Seeing this, many people looked at Behringer with concern, but he appeared very calm.
That's true. He was always by Bertrand's side. Bertrand could sense his changes in attitude and emotion, and so could he.
The two of them were so emotionally stable that it was as if the content playing on the screen wasn't something they had actually experienced.
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Almost a year has passed.
For Bertrand, life had remained largely unchanged until today when Gin, fearing he might be bored, suddenly told him that two new members were about to join the organization and asked if he wanted to go and see them.
Bertrand thought about it and realized he was indeed bored, so he went along with them.
He was relaxed on the way, but his expression darkened for a moment when he saw the two newcomers.
But it was fleeting, and no one noticed the change in his expression.
Bertrand smiled at the two of them, and his childish voice rang out, "Hello~"
The two of them were stunned when they saw him, clearly not expecting that there was such a young child in the organization.
Bertrand stared at them, and the more he looked, the tighter he clenched his fists behind his back.
But after thinking for a moment, he suddenly pulled his hand back from behind his back and turned to look at Gin, "Have they gotten the codename?"
Gin shook his head slightly.
"Oh," Bertrand pursed his lips. "No."
His gaze lingered between the two of them before he fell into deep thought.
Bertrand hid it very well, managing to keep the two from noticing the malice in his heart.
After the two successfully obtained their codenames, Bertrand and Scotland got along very well, but he also kept them from hearing any rumors about "Aste" from other people, and he didn't let Behrfinger know anything about the two newcomers.
After some time, Bertrand learned that there was another newcomer. After thinking about it, he went to take a look and saw the long-haired black man who looked somewhat familiar. He clicked his tongue lightly.
Bertrand thought for a moment and muttered to himself, "Three undercover agents, why not put them together..."
A wicked smile curled at the corner of his mouth.
...
When the time was right, Bertrand deliberately revealed to Rye, who was on a mission with him, that Scotland was an undercover agent, and also secretly passed the information on to Bourbon.
Then, he deliberately dragged Behringer to the vicinity so that he could witness his friend's suicide.
Bertrand was extremely excited.
He glanced at Behringer, who was so frightened he wanted to shrink away, and a triumphant smile crept onto his lips.
...
Bertrand, who had taken the Scottish body away with a few words, preserved it in liquid and waited for Behringer to take the bait.
Everything was proceeding according to his plan, so when Behringer asked for the Scottish body, he agreed without hesitation.
Behefinger was completely numb. Ignoring Bertrand's threatening gaze, he kept squeezing towards Qianzhu and then hugged him tightly, trying to gain a sense of security from him.
Bertrand: "..."
On the red team's side, especially the five-man group, everyone was speechless after watching this clip.
Rei Furuya held his forehead, his face full of exhaustion and complex emotions.
I never imagined that the deaths of his two closest friends were orchestrated by the same person.
Even Yusaku Kudo found Bertrand to be utterly terrifying.
He is outstanding in every aspect, but unfortunately, he is also extremely wicked.
You can't expect to get any positive help from such a person.
A sigh, containing countless emotions.
Looking at the next scene, as some people expected, it was also Bertrand who exposed Shuichi Akai's identity as an undercover agent, and even dragged Behringer to see it as well.
Bertrand is truly a wicked little madman who can do anything...
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Bertrand was leisurely strolling down the street, holding a ragdoll cat in his arms, stroking the cat's head occasionally.
He had originally planned to just stroll around for a bit and then head back, but as he turned around, his gaze suddenly caught sight of a familiar-looking figure across the street.
Bertrand paused for a moment, put down the cat in his arms, ran to the other side, and quickly followed behind the man.
My heart was pounding with anticipation and nervousness, even a little panic and grievance.
He quickly followed, but as he turned the corner, someone bumped into him because they weren't looking where they were going, causing Bertrand to lose track of them.
The silver-haired boy leaned against the wall, head bowed, and stared blankly for a moment. Then he gritted his teeth in hatred and glared at the person who had bumped into him.
It's all his fault.
It's all his fault!
It was all because of him that he lost track of them!
Bertrand crouched down briefly to catch his breath, then stood up, turned into the road, and ran quickly, trying to find that familiar figure.
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