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"You're not worried?"
Bermode looked at Bourbon, who was sitting alone at the bar drinking, and sat down beside him with a smile, and said to the bartender in a skilled manner:
“Sweet vermouth on the rocks with lemon zest.”
"What should I worry about?" The blond man smiled and shook the golden wine in his hand, which collided with the ice cubes and caused ripples. Under the dim light, his smile was ambiguous and mysterious, and he did not retract the dangerous aura on his body at all.
After all, this was a small bar inside the organization's base. Naturally, everyone present were from the brewery, so there was no need to pretend to be friendly and gentle. Others also wisely stayed away from them. After all, everyone knew that the usually cautious Bourbon had fallen flat on his face.
The reddish-brown liquor showed a beautiful and charming luster in the glass. Bermode took a sip. The lemon and ice cubes softened the strong aroma of the vermouth and added a touch of freshness. She narrowed her aqua eyes and looked quite enjoying it. Then, she turned her eyes to the bourbon who was drinking, and said with a little teasing:
"Aren't you worried that he will take revenge on you?"
Because of Bourbon's intelligence error, Grappa was seriously injured. The seemingly good relationship between the partners fell apart at this time. This is the focus of the entire organization. In the corner, someone has quietly pricked up his ears.
Just as Bermode finished his words, the door of the bar was pushed open again, and a man in black clothes and bandages walked in with a cold air all over his body. In an instant, the whole bar seemed to be silent, and everyone even slowed down their breathing. They glanced at the person who came in, and then quickly looked away for fear that they would remember their appearance.
Grappa actually came to the bar... This was beyond everyone's expectation. After all, everyone knew that Bourbon had invited Grappa to the bar before and was rejected. Grappa was never seen coming to the bar normally. Even Gin would come here to sit occasionally when he was free. However, no one knew Grappa's private side except for the cruel person on missions.
"Would you like a drink?" Bermode's words eased the tense atmosphere, and Grappa walked towards the bar as if he had set his sights on a target. He stared at the bourbon, but sat down on the other side of Bermode and replied, "Not interested."
"It would be boring to come to the bar without a drink." Bermode looked at Noel without any reaction and turned to the bartender and said:
"A glass of Shirley Temple."
Shirley Dunham, a classic non-alcoholic cocktail, was specially made for a child star. It tastes sweet and sour with pomegranate syrup and lemon juice. The bubbles brought by ginger beer (non-alcoholic) enrich the taste. It is quite popular among children. However, it is said that the child star did not like it because it was too sweet.
Soon, a glass of bright red cocktail was placed in front of Noel. The ice cubes and lemon on top added a touch of bright color, making it look quite dreamy.
Noel looked at Bermode, who smiled and said there was no alcohol in the wine. Then he picked up the glass, sniffed it gently to make sure there was no pungent smell of alcohol, untied the bandage around his mouth and slowly took a sip.
The sweet and sour taste at first made Noel's eyes light up slightly, and then he poured the whole cup into his mouth in one gulp, leaving only the pitiful ice cubes and lemon leaning against each other.
"Another one."
Noel turned to the bartender and finally shifted his gaze to Bourbon, who was drinking on the other side of Belmode and looked indifferent, and said directly:
"Bourbon, I came here this time to remind you that I will remember this grudge."
As soon as he finished speaking, the other members of the bar, who had been tense when Grappa came in, now looked as if they wanted to plug their ears, and stared at their drinks intently as if they were lovers, not daring to take their eyes off them for even a second.
No matter what messy rumors there were in the organization before, they were only in private, and everyone occasionally gossiped about them. But now the atmosphere is like someone who has been betrayed and is venting harsh words. Everyone is eager to witness the gossip of the big guys in person.
However, there were also a few people who couldn't help but prick up their ears to gossip. While they were afraid of Grappa's reputation in the organization, their minds were spinning with gossip in the organization.
So bourbon and grappa are really related?!
The members with code names knew more about the inside story. They knew a little about the fact that Bourbon's intelligence unit had leaked the news, which led to Grappa being hunted by the police. Now it seemed that Grappa really hated Bourbon this time.
"Are you so vindictive?" Bourbon, who had been drinking and silent, spoke slowly. He raised his head, his warm golden hair covering a little of his eyebrows, his purple-gray pupils were a little misty because of the alcohol, and under the dim light, they brought out a hint of honey-like sweetness.
"But the order I received seems to require me to act with you next?"
Noel nodded and added, "But we're not partners this time."
He is half a boss and a supervisor.
Both of them knew it well.
"So you want to take this opportunity to take revenge?" Bourbon looked at the other person who was covered in bandages and casually talked about the dangerous topic.
"Of course." Noel nodded unabashedly, then drank the new glass of wine in one gulp and turned to leave.
However, for some reason, the blond man suddenly stood up, chased after him under Bermode's thoughtful gaze, and left the bar together.
"Is there something wrong?" Noel turned around and looked at Amuro Toru who was following behind him, and said in an impatient tone.
"I'll take you there." The blond man followed the other person to the garage with a natural expression and said, "As an apology."
"No need." Noel naturally refused, but the blond man suddenly came up and asked softly: "The organization doesn't know Xia Chuankong, right?"
You, the handsome guy with thick eyebrows and big eyes, actually threatened me...
Noel easily figured out that the other party had obtained some power in the intelligence department during this period and discovered that the identity of Xiachuan Kong was not created through organizational means. He realized that this identity was very important to Grappa and was ready to use it reasonably. After all, he, who was apparently deceived by him, was now the person in charge of monitoring the other party. This handle was enough for him to not lose the upper hand when he might deliberately make things difficult for him... But at this moment, Noel felt more of an inexplicable sense of failure than the dissatisfaction of being threatened, similar to the thought of "Why are you more proficient in this than this bottle of real wine of mine?" lingering in his heart with an inexplicable sense of absurdity.
Thinking of the fact that the other party also had some leverage over Bermode in the original novel, Noel sighed inwardly, then kept a calm expression on his face and said, "We'll talk about it on the way."
Sitting in the co-pilot seat of the legendary white Mazda, the two fell into silence until they were completely out of the organization's range. Then Noel pulled off the bandage on his face, revealing his true face.
"It looks much more comfortable this way." said the blond man who had been observing secretly, turning the steering wheel without hesitation. It was obvious that his goal was to go to Xiachuan's house.
"What do you want to say?" Noel asked directly, ignoring Amuro Toru's perfunctory compliments.
"I'm just impressed that not only do you have time to draw comics, but you can also hide it from everyone. If I'm not mistaken, he..." Having said this, Toru Amuro pointed upwards with his left hand, and his intention was very clear.
“I don’t know.”
"I don't know~" Noel said with a cheerful smile, and took off his black coat to reveal a long-sleeved light grey sweater with a Pikachu silhouette printed on it. He then stretched his arms and untied the rubber band behind his head, letting his hair down. This action quickly transformed him from a cold-blooded killer of the organization to a somewhat weak manga artist who stayed at home. At the same time, Toru Amuro was amazed and asked in surprise: "Are you admitting it just like that?"
"You don't have any bugging equipment in your car anyway," Noel threw his coat into the back seat, then turned around and asked, "Are my comics good?"
"Not bad." Amuro Toru answered honestly. When he found out that Natsukawa Sora's income source was not related to the organization but came from a publishing house, he directly investigated all the works and authors of the publishing house, and finally locked on "Traveler", a work that has a very high reputation throughout the country. He read it all night with mixed feelings. After confirming that many of the contents in it can be matched with some members of the organization in the past and should not be drawn by hired guns, he felt very subtle.
"Do you want to sign it?"
"Will you give it?"
"will not."
Noel showed a gentle expression with a hint of disgust, which was the expression he used most often as Xiachuan Kongshi. Then he lowered his head, took out his mobile phone and checked it openly. It was the surveillance camera he installed at home, which confirmed that Xiaoguang was not at home at this time.
"How about giving me some water?" After confirming the value of Natsukawa Sora's identity, Amuro Toru curled up a sweet smile and began to use it as a bargaining chip to negotiate the price.
"Look at your performance," Noel said vaguely; "You know I don't like you."
"Then why don't you refuse this mission?" asked Toru Amuro.
"Why would I refuse when I can see you look so stupid?" Noel answered nonchalantly, but in his heart he was thinking about the time when Xiaoguang might get home, so there shouldn't be any problems and he wouldn't run into him.
"I thought I couldn't refuse?" Bourbon laughed a few times and said casually.
"Of course we can't refuse the boss's orders."
Of course, Toru Amuro knew this, but... he always felt that Grappa's position in the organization was always unclear. If he was just a loyal weapon specially trained as he had guessed before, then why did he have a fake identity of Natsukawa Sora that the organization was unaware of? If he was secretly rebelling, then... was it really just that? Moreover, did the organization trust Grappa too much? Not only did they not investigate Grappa's daily behavior, they even gave him the task of monitoring themselves... How confident was the organization that Grappa would not betray them?
Toru Amuro, who was thinking, glanced at the rearview mirror, suddenly slammed on the brakes, and looked sharply at the pedestrian street behind the road.
"What's wrong?" asked Noel, who was sitting in the passenger seat and whose vision was blocked.
"Someone is following us." The blond man looked at the passers-by and finally locked onto his target, a boy on a skateboard with an awkward smile.
"Brother, I..."
"Conan?" Noel saw the figure of the stalker clearly, the one wearing a blue suit that was too familiar to him. His eyes almost twitched, and a thousand horses galloped through his heart. But he could only say with a little embarrassment: "What game are you playing?"
"Sorry, Kong, I just saw you on the side of the road and wanted to follow you to have a look." Conan immediately explained, and added with a little guilt: "Because I really want to play with you."
Toru Amuro, who was standing by, was silent for a while, looking at the skateboard in the boy's hand in silence.
What you mean by "come and have a look" is that I was driving at a normal speed, but you followed me on a skateboard for ten minutes without losing me? !
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