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When Noel opened his eyes, he saw a dead body.

The other person's face was still full of fear, but he was shot in the center with great accuracy and lay in a pool of blood, silent.

/After completing this mission, you have a week to adjust your status. Now return to base. /

The text message in the phone was from the guy with the note "Hairy Bastard". Noel was silent for a moment, put the phone into his clothes, turned around and found the approaching car as usual. There were a few people waiting respectfully in the back. They were the bottom-level members who were responsible for handling the corpses afterwards. When they saw Noel coming, they immediately lowered their heads and greeted him with a slightly trembling voice.

Noel took a quick look and said nothing. He turned around, got in the car and drove away. The members who were left behind looked relieved and breathed deeply.

In the base in Tokyo, the blond man was designing accurately on the practice target in the training room. Beside him was Bermode, who was rarely in Japan. She seemed to have received some news. She suddenly smiled and said to the blond man, "My student seems to be back."

"Bourbon, don't you want to meet him?"

"I don't mean to get into trouble." The blond man remained motionless in his shooting stance.

"Bang--"

As the gunshot fell, another hole appeared in the bull's eye of the ten-ring.

"I don't think he would care." The student's behavior a few years ago suddenly came to his mind, and Bermode said with a smile, "But it's true that you two really shouldn't have a good relationship now."

Toru Amuro could not guarantee the meaning behind her words, but as an unrelated person "implicated" in this incident, Toru Amuro's mood had gone up and down like a jumping jack dozens of times.

This incident can only be said to be a thoroughgoing high-end bureau. Although he had discovered that the boss's suspicion of Rum was increasing, he actually directly pinned the leak of this mission on Rum. He was mistakenly thought to be the scapegoat. Now, even if someone really finds out that it was him who secretly inserted the bait of the public security into the intelligence, the top management will only think that this matter was pretended to be real. Although he was punished openly, he could feel that the boss valued him more and was obviously very satisfied with his attitude of quietly taking the blame.

But what he noticed behind this surprised Amuro Toru. Why in the eyes of these high-level executives, the fact that Rum's intelligence had problems and had harmed Grappa was a big enough reason to take back their power, while if it was an ordinary code member, no matter how serious it was, it would only be a punishment. Even though he knew that Grappa was directly under the boss, it seemed that it was more important than he thought? But that was not right. If it was really that important, why was Grappa's mission often the most dangerous, and he could even feel that the boss was training him because he did not trust Rum? This unexpected surprise did not make Amuro Toru lose his composure. He was thinking about the attitudes of all parties and trying to find the answer.

The only real damage he suffered from this incident was that he had become a partner with Grappa and was likely to be resented by the other party. But now it seems that this is more like a good thing. If the boss really wants to cultivate him or even take over some of the rights of rum, he must not be close to Grappa, who is obviously directly under the boss.

And Grappa, he has more problems...

"I did a little research this time and found something very interesting. According to the public security intelligence, Grappa seems to be dead?" The blond man's purple-gray eyes were filled with just the right amount of confusion and curiosity. He knew that this was not strange. After all, he would do some research if he was suddenly blamed for this.

"Obviously, he didn't die." Bermode said with a smile, "Gin personally brought him back, full of resentment."

"You didn't even die after falling off a cliff?" Amuro Toru pretended to be surprised, with a mocking look in his eyes.

"It seems you have found out a lot." Bermode looked at the man in front of him who was trying to pry out intelligence with a smile.

"After all, I did it, so I want to know to what extent I have harmed my former partner?" Amuro Toru looked guilty, but the sarcasm in his words could not conceal his resentment at all.

"I don't know the details. Maybe you can ask Gin, and he may tell you." Vermouth chuckled and pushed the matter to Gin. Although the boss now intends to train Bourbon, she has no intention of leaking the information related to the experiment.

"That's such a pity! It would be better to look for Vodka than Gin." Amuro Toru sighed casually, but after his investigation, he found that Vodka was not with Gin that day, which was even more shocking. He had assumed that Vodka was Gin's binding pendant, but it was obvious that Gin was alone when he went to pick up Grappa. Was there any reason why he couldn't bring Vodka?

Bermode just smiled without saying anything, with an unfathomable mystery in his watery green eyes.

Noel was driving back to the base from the mission site when he met Silvani who had been waiting for him. Even though his expression still looked cold, Noel could vaguely sense that he was in a good mood. This realization made Noel feel unhappy.

"Grappa, how is your body repair going?" Silvani quickened his pace and came to Noel, looking at him carefully. His dark blue eyes passed over the bandages on Noel's body, and he frowned slightly, saying, "It would be a pity not to show off such a perfect body."

He reached out and pulled off a few of the bandages on Noel's face, but the other party suddenly reached out and grabbed his wrist.

"Don't you like it?" Silvani's tone suddenly showed some interest, and asked: "Does it make you uncomfortable to expose your skin, or is it because of psychological disgust, you..."

"Forget it. I look forward to your next visit to the lab." Having been warned once, Silvani calmed down a little, took out a metal box from his pocket and handed it to Noel, saying, "You still need to take one pill a day."

Seeing the other party take it, Silvani pushed up his glasses and looked at the bandage that had just been removed, and the skin under Noel's ear that was exposed. He said with some regret, "Sure enough, the surface is still not completely repaired. The cracks caused by the fall were repaired in an instant."

All that was left was a patch of white skin beneath his ears, covered by a slightly darker scar. It was the burn caused by the car explosion. It was nothing compared to the broken weapons and the limbs that were almost severed in the explosion, but it ironically left a mark.

"Grappa," a voice from far away brought him back to his senses. Silvani looked at Gin who was walking towards him in a depressed mood and left tactfully. After all, the warning he received this time might be the work of this capable leader of the organization. He wanted to avoid such troublesome guys.

Gin's pair of green eyes, like a lone wolf, lingered on Silvani's back for a while, then looked at Grappa and said coldly: "Once you have completed the mission, go to the Intelligence Department and hand over the details. You will have nothing to do for a while."

"Gin, how was my mission these two days?" Noel suddenly asked.

"You've returned to your old ways," Gin snorted, as if he was forever owed money, "Have your skills and brains also regressed?"

"Maybe," Noel sighed and asked, "Where's Bourbon?"

"He's in the basement training room," Gin said directly, "If you want revenge, don't be too obvious."

"That's right, I should hate him." Noel touched his chin, felt the bandage on his face and put it down silently, "Then I won't look for him."

"Silvani, as a fellow code member, you don't have to obey completely," Gin suddenly said, "There were problems with his management of the previous experiments, and now he seems to be quite free."

"I didn't expect you to gossip behind people's backs." Noel looked at Gin with a strange look, looking quite shocked, but Gin smiled threateningly and said coldly, "Because I found out."

"As expected of you," Noel said without any sarcasm. After all, the opponent was Silvani, so he could only agree with him. Then he suddenly said, "I haven't thanked you for rushing from the base to the woods to take me away before the police came."

Gin, however, was not interested in this rare thank you. Instead, he frowned in disdain, as if he had thought of something bad, and said impatiently: "There won't be a second time. Next time I will just shoot you in the head to prevent the organization's intelligence from leaking out."

"Actually, you can do it this time," Noel, contrary to his usual behavior, even came closer, his gray-green eyes looking straight at Gin, and pointed at his temple with an excited tone and asked, "Aren't you curious whether you can survive a gunshot here?"

"It seems that the brain problem is more serious." Gin's sharp eyes showed no emotion at all, and he just said coldly: "Now it seems that he has given up treatment."

"Indeed," Noel did not refute this time, but nodded in agreement, "But when I think about it carefully, Gin, you came to pick me up alone this time, checked Silvani, and reminded me that I was mentally ill. I suddenly feel that I blamed you wrongly before. Maybe you are really a good person, at least you really love me..."

"If you can't talk with this mouth, don't talk." Gin immediately pulled out a gun from his waist and pointed it at Noel's mouth, saying with a disgusted look: "If I had known it would be so troublesome, I should have thrown the box directly into Tokyo Bay."

"Then they will be caught in the fishermen's nets and become a horror legend..." Noel seemed to have returned to his old, talkative state, "Actually, that's not bad. It feels like the beginning of an anime where you catch a mysterious box and there's someone undead inside... Why does it sound familiar? By the way, have you seen Gin..."

The silver-haired killer quickened his pace and walked towards the underground training room, leaving behind the thing that had been curled up quietly in the box a few days ago and couldn't say a word but was now making so much noise that he deserved a beating. Suddenly, he was greeted by a blond man with a fox-like smile on his face, and next to him, a silver-haired woman in black clothes had a half-smile on her face.

Gin forgot that there were two annoying mystics in the underground training room, and his unhappy mood was further reduced.