10

Bourbon, dressed in a neat suit and carrying a camera, entered the lecture venue openly. He had many fake identities, and the character of detective Toru Amuro was undoubtedly the most convenient. In Japan, an environment that advocates detectives, he had no obstacles and easily took photos of the mission targets.

Looking at the picture being sent on his phone, he sighed.

Even as an undercover agent, it is impossible for him to save all the targets the organization wants to kill, otherwise he would be seeking death.

Therefore, whether or not to save the next target becomes a kind of pressure. Controlling a person's life and death is extremely terrifying. If you use your personal values ​​to measure a person's life and death, one day you will get out of control.

The things this mission target has done are quite bloody, but this is the type that causes him the least pressure.

"Bang——"

The sound of the congressman's body falling to the ground was like the sound of a bell beating in his heart, heavy and long. A hint of surprise flashed across Bourbon's purple-gray eyes. He subconsciously looked at his mobile phone, and the words he sent made him dazed for a moment.

In other words, the trigger was pulled immediately after receiving the photo...

Bourbon calculated the time quickly in his mind.

It took no more than 20 minutes from the time I drove to the venue to the time I took the photo and sent it. During these 20 minutes, Grappa climbed to the 23rd floor with a sniper rifle weighing more than 5 kilograms and adjusted the sniper rifle. After I sent the photo, I quickly aimed at the target and shot.

This is a staggering number, especially considering the time needed to avoid people you might encounter and adjust to the wind direction...

Bourbon was silent for only a moment, and soon turned to find Grappa to reunite. After all, the crowd was already rioting, and Bourbon needed to evacuate quickly and go to the building to pick up Grappa.

Quickly returning to his car, Bourbon drove as fast as possible to the building where Grappa was sniping. The location was hidden enough to ensure that the police would not be able to catch up for a while. Then he just had to wait for Grappa to come down and evacuate quickly.

Bourbon waited by the car, thinking about how much information he could get from Grappa when he took him to the bar. After all, he had already ranked Grappa as the most dangerous person in his mind, and he wanted to mobilize all his brain cells to deal with it.

"Ding Dong——" Bourbon was stunned by the text message on his cell phone. He found that the caller was Gin. Bourbon opened it suspiciously and saw the content on it. His pupils trembled.

“Pah—”

The sudden sound of something falling behind him made Bourbon close his phone instantly, open the window and look out, and he found that the sound came from the tree.

Someone dropped something from a high place?

Bourbon looked at the large black unidentified object stuck on the bare branches, feeling helpless. If there happened to be someone underneath, it would be another accident.

The tree shook and there seemed to be a sound.

Bourbon realized something, his purple-gray pupils shrank, and he quickly looked at the large unidentified object. It seemed to be shaking under the dim light. It turned out to be a person. Someone jumped off the building to commit suicide?!

His sense of responsibility as a public security officer made him want to help. After all, falling from such a height would surely lead to death. Even if he was lucky enough to get stuck on a tree, he would definitely suffer a broken bone or something. If left alone, the chance of death would be very high.

But this is not what Bourbon should do. If a member of the organization rescues a person who has failed in suicide, and if Grappa who comes down sees it, it will be difficult to explain why a member of a criminal organization would be so kind to save a person who has failed in suicide. He is not a policeman!

"Bourbon..."

"!" Hearing his code name being called, Bourbon looked at the figure on the tree in disbelief. He saw the figure lying in the gap between the branches and slowly raised his head. The dim street light cast a shadow on his face. The thick mask and bandages could only be the person he was waiting for.

"Grappa?" Although it felt incredible, Toru Amuro still called out the most likely candidate under the current circumstances.

"Um."

"You are..." Bourbon got out of the car decisively, approached the tree and looked at the other person carefully. The dim street lights shone into his gray eyes, which were somewhat transparent. It was definitely Grappa.

"I accidentally fell down..." Noel said slowly, as if his excuse was very valid.

"You mean, after you finished sniping, you 'accidentally' fell down from the rooftop with guardrails." Bourbon couldn't help but wonder if this person thought he was a fool?

"Well, if you don't believe me, you can ask Xiao Hei."

[If you ask me, I will say that you jumped down by yourself! ]

"Blackie?" Bourbon asked cautiously. He checked all around and found no one there.

Noel continued to adjust his posture in the tree, allowing one arm to move freely, then pointed to his head to indicate that it was inside.

Bourbon almost swore, but he controlled himself with great rationality and thought of the message Gin had just sent.

/"Grappa has some brain problems, keep an eye on him."/

Are you guys trying to team up with me?! Bourbon felt a surge of anger.

【Now he also thinks you are sick. 】

"It doesn't matter. Gin must have told him."

[So you deliberately strengthened this setting to explain your messy behavior? ]

"I guess so. And it's nice to talk to you this way, Hei."

Bourbon watched in silence as the other party was communicating with him on his own, completely leaving him aside.

"When are you going to come down? The cops will be here soon." Bourbon changed the subject directly, not wanting to continue doubting his own existence.

"Oh, right away."

Noel seemed to have just remembered that he was still hanging on the tree. He jumped down swiftly and successfully landed on the roof of Bourbon's car with a heavy sound. He was still carrying a sniper rifle.

"You TM..."

Before Bourbon could prepare to curse, Noel quickly stuffed the sniper rifle on his back through the passenger seat's window into the back seat, and then neatly stuffed himself in through the window. The whole action was so smooth that Bourbon was speechless.

"Hurry up, the police officers are coming." Noel, who was already sitting in the passenger seat, turned around and urged Bourbon outside the car, making the other party almost unable to hold back his smile.

Bourbon got into the car as fast as he could and stepped on the accelerator, as if to vent his frustration. Then he heard Grappa, the co-pilot, say:

"Slow down and obey traffic rules."

"Too fast would be too conspicuous."

“You understand very well.”

"Fortunately, I'm a pretty good driver. My friends even praised me." It was a close call, I almost let the cat out of the bag.

"My friend also said that I'm a good driver." Bourbon added the information about the other party's friend into the notebook and retorted with a smile, but the other party fell silent.

[The friend you are talking about can't be just one person. 】

Xiao Hei opened his mouth to make another move and successfully silenced Grappa.

"Blood?" Bourbon smelled a hint of blood and suddenly realized that the other party had jumped down from the 23rd floor.

"It's from the previous mission." Grappa said without any emotion.

Bourbon realized that the missions the guy in front of him took were all murders, which was more likely than him getting injured by jumping off a building.

【Didn’t the branch just hit your waist? 】

[It scabbed over quickly after it was pulled out. 】

[No wonder he stayed in the tree for so long...]

[After all, this is a scientific world. Even if it is an experimental bonus, it is impossible for it to be healed instantly. Although I still think that being healed instantly is at least more scientific than being reduced instantly, the former can be explained by some biology.]

Bourbon, while concentrating on driving, recalled Grappa's behavior in his mind.

Everything that happened before matched the rumors. He had excellent physical reflexes and sniping skills. His mental state did have some issues as Gin said, but it was very confusing when he jumped off the roof in the end.

Bourbon didn't think of committing suicide. After all, he just happened to fall on the tree and didn't get hurt. It seemed that everything was within the expected range. Could it be that it would be faster to go downstairs this way? After all, the elevator was impossible to use, and the height of the top floor, the 23rd floor, was indeed a bit difficult.

But because he didn't want to go down the 23rd floor, he just jumped down. If that's really the case, what kind of crazy brain circuit is that?

But the other party was a lunatic, a lunatic who could jump from the 23rd floor without any harm. The calculation of height, gravity, and the bearing capacity of the tree, as well as the high requirement for strong physical fitness, left Bourbon speechless.

The plan to leave Grappa's intelligence behind was forgotten with a bang, and a flash of determination appeared in his purple-gray eyes.

This person is too dangerous to stay.

"So where are we going to drink next?"

"Actually, I was injured when I jumped off the building just now, so I shouldn't drink." Noel said this very quickly, and successfully earned Bourbon's surprised look.

[He was suspicious? Did he guess that I was underage and couldn't drink, so he jumped off the building to avoid drinking? ]

[I think you are overthinking it. No normal person would think that you would jump off a building to avoid drinking.]

[I probably wouldn't have thought you were a minor. ]

"That's such a pity." As expected, after Noel said this, Bourbon felt that the other party was not injured, so he simply didn't want to drink with him. Was it because he was wary?

"I want to get to know you better." Bourbon said directly: "After all, if I'm not mistaken, we should be official partners next."

"......"

[What? Official partners?! Isn't this just temporary?]

Noel was somewhat skeptical about life, madly skeptical about life in his mind.

[Don't be scared yet. If we really become partners, you will be killed if you don't surrender... No, you will be caught and will never die. You will be imprisoned for life and have no freedom! ]

"Understand me?" Bourbon looked at Grappa and saw that his tone rose slightly after hearing his words, as if he finally had some emotion in his voice.

"How do you want to know, in bed?"

Bourbon's purple-gray pupils imperceptibly flashed with shock, and the arc of his sweet smile deepened a little, and he asked with a sweet breath:

"Do you like this understanding?"

[Stop, stop, I don’t allow it, cut! ]