Chapter 66 Artificial Weapons 2

The young man in a black hoodie nodded seriously and said obediently, "Have a good rest."

"Ahem, wait—"

"What's wrong?" The ruby ​​eyes blinked slightly, and the edge of the pale white beam of the flashlight brushed across the young man's white chin.

He pulled up the wide brim of his hat, his face showing a look of confusion and then understanding.

"Are you thirsty?" He asked in a tone of "Did I find out?" and he almost wanted to put his hands on his hips.

Bourbon hesitated, then nodded.

He gently coaxed her, "Please help me pour a glass of water, and then go to the researcher's lounge in the building above. There is a cabinet there with a place to hang keys. Take all the keys here..."

Yingtao Zou put the flashlight on the ground, used brute force to pull open the two iron bars, and poked a head in, revealing the expression of someone who had just heard Bourbon's words, "What did you say?"

Bourbon: “…”

The blond young man's face twisted strangely. "It's okay. Go on."

"oh."

The young man pulled off the hood of his black hoodie, and his short chocolate-colored hair became fluffy due to the friction. His two slender white hands grasped the railing, and when he exerted force, the veins on his neck bulged slightly.

The gap is big enough.

A black figure slid in like a cat.

He lingered in front of the pipe where the blond young man's wrist was grabbed with a serious expression, as if he had made up his mind.

Bourbon's already haggard look became even more haggard.

Did this guy think of breaking the pipe and letting him drag it out to drink water? ... Well, he must have thought so.

"...Stand aside for a while," Bourbon said.

Cherry Brandy, who was ready to fight, sighed in disappointment when he heard this - that look inexplicably made Bourbon feel a little guilty, but fortunately he was very obedient, put down his arms and stood quietly by, looking over curiously.

Master locksmith Bourbon fiddled with the handcuffs behind him, and the handcuffs fell to the ground with a clatter.

The young man in black exclaimed, "Bourbon, you are amazing! I want to learn this too!"

His eyes were so bright that it was hard to refuse him.

"But Bourbon, if you can open the handcuffs yourself, why don't you leave? Ah, I get it!" Cherry Kanade tapped her left hand against her right palm, her tone cheerful, "You like this feeling! It's a good hobby."

"No, you're wrong." Bourbon gave up playing mysticism and riddle-telling in front of Cherry Brandy and said bluntly: "These handcuffs can't hold me, but that door..."

His expression twisted strangely again, "It still makes me feel a little embarrassed."

When the organization built this prison cell, they didn't expect that someone could open the door with bare hands, right?

Bourbon was very concerned about the Blue Curacao incident, and he wanted to see for himself whether the man was dead or alive. In the two days he was locked up, he had actually been worrying about how to escape.

The arrival of cherry brandy is like timely help.

But think about it, the only person who would come here at this time and find this place is this idiot who looks dangerous but can actually be kidnapped with a lollipop.

His wrists were restrained for a long time, which resulted in poor blood circulation; and he had difficulty walking after not eating for nearly two days and only drinking water.

Sakura Kanade looked at him from behind.

The blond young man leaned against the wall and walked forward.

"Cherry, if anyone asks you later, just say you've never been here, okay?"

Why do you force yourself to stand when you can't even stand steadily?

Why don't you come to him for help?

Akiyama Kanade didn't understand.

"Do you understand what I said?" Bourbon turned back worriedly.

The two walked one after the other on the stairs leading to the upper level. Sakura Kanade held a flashlight in her hand, and the faint white light blurred two outlines. The blond young man standing on the upper level carefully concealed his fatigue and looked down, his purple-gray eyes like a sky that was about to rain.

His tone was still calm, rational and unquestionable.

It seems as if it is ready to step on the world in front of it at any time.

When he was Bourbon in the organization, he was always like this.

And when he was a police officer...

"I told you not to treat me like a fool." The young man in black was angry, but his tone was gentle and soft as he was used to.

Bourbon was helpless. "If you don't want to be scolded by your boss, remember what I said."

The young man in black looked at him, his expression suddenly becoming more serious. "Bourbon, I forgot to tell you something. Don't be angry with me now that you know it."

"Well, I'm not angry."

Anyway, she must have stolen the new product he was trying out for the Poirot Café, right?

"When I came to look for you just now, I found that there is a bomb installed above our heads. It is a remote-controlled type." He licked his lips, "I forgot to tell you."

Bourbon: “…”

"Next time, you must put this matter first!"

The two finally managed to escape before the bomb exploded. Behind them was the collapsed basement, in front of them was the silver moonlight, the young man in black was full of excitement, "Bourbon, so exciting! I want--"

"No, you don't." Bourbon interrupted coldly.

The cell was located in a separate building of the research institute. Although the explosion was powerful, it did not cause any casualties. However, a lot of experimental data and databases were destroyed.

The explosion was so loud that it would surely alarm the people at the institute. Bourbon wanted to leave before they arrived at the scene. He wanted to go find the legendary blue curacao wine that had been resurrected from the dead. As for the cherry brandy—

"Go back first and remember what I said. No matter who asks you, you must say that you stayed at home all night and did not go anywhere." The blond young man warned.

The moment he turned around, Sakura Zou, who had been silent all this time, suddenly slashed at him with a knife.

The young man in black silently caught the limp Bourbon, and his soft hair brushed across his exposed collarbone, causing it to itch.

Given Bourbon's vigilance, if he hadn't been extremely tired at the moment and had not trusted Cherry Brandy very much, Cherry Zou would not have been able to succeed in his attack.

He meant no harm to Bourbon, he was just sorry, and he wasn't going to let anyone have the chance to ruin Blue Curacao's farewell.

It's Valentine's Day and the sky over Tokyo is lit up with fireworks.

Sakura Kanade took Bourbon back to his own apartment.

A guy like Bourbon who wraps himself up like a cocoon would definitely feel uneasy sleeping on someone else's territory.

Is being an undercover agent always so painstaking and cautious?

Blue Curacao was also an undercover agent, but he was totally different. Because his colleagues in the Investigation Division were all very nice, he had a very happy time there. It was the happiest and most carefree time of his life.

...After all, when it comes to Blue Curacao, the police are easy to fool.

Sakura Sora didn't have a key, so she chose to break the door lock - I'm sorry, Mr. Door Lock, you died young.

Bourbon slept for a whole day.

Since he entered the organization and started his undercover career, he has been sleeping for a very short time every day. He has almost never slept for such a long time.

The night after the explosion, Bourbon opened his eyes in bed.

"Good evening." Sakura greeted him, then yawned and rubbed her eyes.

Neither the main body nor the backup body will feel sleepy, but senior actor Akiyama Kanade likes to design small details such as vests that can highlight the sense of aliveness and vitality.

And never get tired of performing.

The blond young man blinked twice, and the slight confusion that he had just woken up quickly flashed across his face. When he sat up with his body propped up, the muscles in his wheat-colored arms tightened. The other hand pushed the hair from his forehead back. He opened his eyelids and glanced at the young man in black.

"Come here."

His eyes had become clear, rational and sharp again, but his voice was still hoarse as if he had just woken up.

"I think you need to explain something to me?" The last syllable of his voice rose like a hook. Bourbon looked at him coldly, "...You should know that I hate betrayal the most."

Sakura Kanade looked at him cautiously.

"……sorry."

"Why do you do that?"

If it had been someone else who did this, Bourbon probably wouldn't have given him a chance to explain.

No, he would never leave his back to others.

Only then did Bourbon realize how much he had unintentionally trusted cherry brandy.

This is too dangerous.

If Cherry Brandy had any evil intentions towards him, he would probably have lost several lives by now.

As an undercover agent, you must never let your guard down. Once you make a mistake, countless people will be implicated.

so--

"...I just saw that you looked very tired. If I told you to go to bed directly, you would definitely not listen."

Cherry Brandy folded her arms and snorted.

"I'm not stupid."

He must remain calm and rational at all times and not reveal the truth to any member of the organization.

"I'll be worried about you."