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"I'm Bourbon," the dark-skinned, blond man raised his lips, his purple-gray eyes drooping slightly, looking very kind, "I didn't expect to be a partner with you this time. I've been curious for a long time."

"Boring." The hoarse voice came from Bourbon's partner this time - Grappa.

Bourbon looked at the man in front of him with some surprise. He would naturally collect rumors about the organization. Murderous, dangerous, mysterious and crazy were the synonyms of this man, and he was also the man who killed Hiro.

The black turtleneck jacket was consistent with the rumors, with the zipper pulled up to the top to cover the face, a white mask and a bandage wrapped around the forehead, and the hands were covered with fingerless gloves and wrapped with bandages, without any skin showing. It was like a microcosm of this organization, Bourbon sarcastically said in his heart.

And... it's quieter than I expected.

After saying his name, he decisively got into the passenger seat, and then seemed to be lost in his own world, not saying a word.

"Isn't it hot?" Bourbon certainly wouldn't let the atmosphere remain silent until the end, although this question was somewhat inappropriate in the snowy December.

“Not hot.”

"Will wearing gloves affect the feel of the sniper when I'm sniping?"

"I'll pick it when the time comes."

"My mission is simple. I will send you to the sniper building and then take a picture of the victim and send it to you." Bourbon took out a camera while controlling the steering wheel with one hand.

The mission clearly states that you need to take a photo of the victim at the scene and send it to Grappa, but generally speaking, the target's face can be clearly seen in the sniper scope, so you can just prepare the photo in advance.

"It's very strange, isn't it?" Bourbon smiled and looked at Grappa beside him, and found that the other party was like a mute person. Unless Bourbon asked questions, he didn't say a word. He was quiet like a mushroom in the corner, which was totally inconsistent with the rumors.

"Hmm..." Grappa answered perfunctorily. The mask covered his expression completely. He even put on the hood of his coat after getting in the car. He really looked like a mushroom.

"So why?" Bourbon was not aware of Grappa's characteristic of answering every question, and just thought that the other party didn't care. After all, after the other party completed the task of dealing with the traitor, he began to frantically investigate the other party's information, so naturally he would wear a thick filter.

"Gin was afraid that I recognized the wrong person."

"?" Bourbon was confused for a moment and repeated, "Wrong person?"

【You don’t have to answer these questions. 】

[My male god is talking to me. My male god is talking to me. My male god is talking to me....]

【Noel! 】

[Ahem, I was nervous just now]

"What's it to you?"

Noel managed to use this sentence to restore his image of a terrifying and indifferent killer that he had almost lost, which made Bourbon feel relieved. However, he saw that the other party did not refute it, which meant that the other party was indeed not good at recognizing people. This unexpected shortcoming was noted in his little notebook.

"Of course it's my business. We're partners this time." Closing the little notebook in his heart, Bourbon said as a matter of course, with a perfect smile on his face, it's hard to make people angry... No way, it's a provocation no matter how you look at it.

"It's only temporary." Noel responded coldly, separating himself from the self who was obsessed with the other person's smile in his mind.

【At least from my perspective, it seems like schizophrenia. 】

Xiao Hei listened painfully to Noel's somewhat perverted words in his mind. He felt very painful, as if his spirit was polluted by an unknown factor.

"Not necessarily." Bourbon guessed some of the intentions of the higher-ups from this arrangement. After all, the mission this time was basically Grappa's work, and any of his own low-level personnel could do it. Thinking of the rumors about the other party in the organization, the organization finally couldn't sit still and decided to find a partner for this person, and apparently he became the lucky one.

Lucky? Toru Amuro naturally thought so. The person who killed his childhood friend was in his own car. This realization even gave him the crazy idea of ​​driving the car directly into the wall. Of course, he would not do that.

But now that you're in my car, the first person the police will arrest will be you - Mr. Grappa.

Bourbon——Public Security Police Officer Furuya Rei thought so with a mysterious smile on his face.

[This smile is so touching, I want to draw it on camera or paper! ]

[Although he is a public security officer, he is currently your enemy. Can you be more cautious? ]

[I know, I know. Xiao Hei, you are not my mother.]

[I know your mother is Mr. Zhufu.]

[Why do I feel like you are swearing? ]

"By the way, what's your name? We can't call each other by code names when we're on a mission, so give me a name. By the way, I'm Toru Amuro."

Bourbon's words interrupted the war that was about to begin in Hei and Noel's minds.

"Noel."

【Why did you tell him your real name? 】

[It's okay. This name doesn't reveal anything.]

[Is this really a real name? ]

"Noel, seems to be a surname?" Amuro Toru immediately began to think about this name, but of course, he found nothing.

"It's the name, Noel."

Noel couldn't help but retort.

The atmosphere remained silent. Bourbon helplessly discovered that the man in front of him was very vigilant. Overly obvious rhetoric might arouse the other party's vigilance. He could only look at the time, step on the accelerator hard and rush towards the destination.

"The hotel where the target of the mission lives is not convenient for sniping," Bourbon said the intelligence he had found while turning off the engine as the car stopped in a hidden corner under the building.

"He has a sadomasochistic fetish, so the hotels he chooses are always on the top floors of the tallest buildings nearby. Although he likes to exercise with people in front of the French windows, he can't find a suitable sniping point..."

"What's wrong?" Finding that Grappa didn't respond, Bourbon looked at him in confusion.

"Well...you're driving pretty fast." Noel replied implicitly.

"After all, his speech is about to begin. If you need to complete the task before the end of the speech, it's fine for me, just taking pictures, but you'll be a bit pressed for time."

"You really are thinking of me..." Noel said slowly. The mask made his originally hoarse voice sound more like the hissing sound of a long-disrepaired machine winding its gears. Combined with his black coat and exposed bandages, he looked like a gloomy monster that never saw the sun. In this hidden and dim corner, there was a sense of horror as if in a horror game.

[That's not what I meant, but I'm touched that you thought so much about me.]

[Stop, stop, don't be moved without permission, this thing is black, do you understand what black means! ]

"How about we go for a drink afterwards?" Bourbon seemed to be oblivious to all this and naturally put on the sunny smile that intelligence agents used to insinuate themselves into people's mouths. He invited the other party familiarly without any airs of a code name member.

"Hmm..." Noel responded subconsciously, but suddenly realized what he had said. Before he could say anything, he found that Bourbon's face suddenly leaned over and looked at him at a very close distance. His pair of drooping purple-gray eyes were like a whirlpool, making Noel's mind go blank.

In an instant, Noel's hand wrapped in the bandage instinctively grabbed the opponent's neck, holding the opponent tightly like steel bars. After a few seconds, he reacted quickly and loosened his hand, leaving a horrible red mark on the opponent's chocolate-colored neck.

"I think you should be more careful."

"Cough, cough," Bourbon took two breaths and then started coughing violently. He quickly adjusted his breathing and put on a smile again. "You're really heavy-handed."

He checked his neck through the front mirror of the car, and saw the strangulation marks deeply imprinted on his neck. The marks were so eerie that one could tell at a glance that they were meant for death, and it would not arouse any seductive or ambiguous thoughts at all.

"Don't do this next time." Noel reminded him. He couldn't control the instincts caused by some past experiences.

【Is everything alright?】

【Fortunately, the gun was not used directly. 】

"Thanks for the reminder," Bourbon said with a smile as if he wasn't the one who was almost strangled to death just now, "I'll pay for the drinks tonight."

After leaving these words, he got in the car and headed directly to the scene of the speech, leaving Noel here. After all, the mission required him to take a photo of the target mission on site, while Grappa needed to go to the rooftop of this building and send the target of the mission to hell.

In the car, Bourbon put away the sweet smile on his face, and a flash of thought appeared in his purple-gray eyes.

Of course he couldn't just kill the man who killed Hiro, even if he was sure he wouldn't be discovered. But now he was certain that this man must be involved in countless secrets of the organization, so he had to find them out first and then arrest him.

Besides, Grappa's fighting ability is indeed as terrifying as the rumors say. The test just now was indeed a bit risky. If that strength lasted a few more seconds, I would probably have to find Hiro. However, it is not bad.

Shaking his head to clear his mind, Bourbon quickly set his new goal. First, try to get as much information as he can out of Hiro, and then catch him, or, kill him with his own hands to avenge Hiro.

———

"Xiao Hei, my idol is a little scary."

Noel breathed a sigh of relief as the other party drove away, and asked directly.

[After all, they are both police elites, and you are still enemies now.]

Xiao Hei seriously suspected that if he hadn't reminded Noel in the car just now, he would have sold him out. It was incredible that he could maintain his image now.

Also, Xiao Hei himself seemed to have forgotten that the weak Noel in his eyes just now almost strangled Bourbon to death.

"If I recruit directly..."

[If you are caught by the police, they will definitely not kill you after interrogation.]

[It will even stop you from committing suicide. ]

Xiao Hei has roughly figured out how to prevent Noel from doing such stupid things.

【Think about what you agreed to before going for a drink. 】

"I can't seem to drink..."

Noel suddenly thought of this and panicked.

[That's right, after all, you are a minor. ]

[I was an adult in my last life, and it was only for medical reasons! ]

The experiment left indelible marks on the boy's body. The quick healing of wounds and the improvement of combat power were only superficial benefits, while the costs piled up like garbage in a recycling plant, only increasing.

"Anyway, I won't think about this later. It's more important to complete the task first." Noel walked into the building. There were a total of 23 floors in the office building, and there were many office workers working overtime at night. In order not to alert others, Noel resigned himself to climbing the stairs.