Chapter 41 The First Player

"I haven't seen you for a few months. Jundu, you are really getting better and better at talking."

Belmode smiled and tore off the mask on her face, revealing the graceful face that Xi Hai Qing Dou was familiar with under the disguise - this place was remote and it was the territory marked out by the organization, so she was not worried about being seen by others.

"You haven't told me yet, when and how did you know that I'm not Gin's?"

She stretched out her hand and put her fingers into her long hair and smoothed it back. Her posture and movements were careless, yet all of them were charming and seductive - this was the charm that was unique to Bermode.

All in all, it is much more suitable than the face that appeared on Gin just now.

"It's really frustrating. I even managed to fool Vodka who was following Gin with my disguise. And you found out again. What went wrong this time?"

"You compare me with vodka? Am I that kind of fool?" Xihai Qingdou snorted and laughed, but he was not angry at all.

"If you were to ask how and when I recognized you...I noticed it when I first came over and saw you. I thought you were used to this answer?"

Bermode let out an unhappy "tsk" sound, as if she had been hit in the sore spot - this was an answer she hated very much but she would hear from Cointreau every time - her disguise would, unsurprisingly, fail in front of Cointreau every time.

No matter whether she was pretending to be someone familiar or a stranger, the guy in front of her could always see through her disguise at first sight, which made Bermode even more motivated.

"Why, um, because Vodka isn't with me? Ha, just kidding, maybe it's because I'm too familiar with you, so no matter what you look like, I can recognize you at the first sight. Maybe there's some kind of telepathy?"

Xi Hai Qing Dou leaned close to Vermode, gently lifted a strand of her long golden curly hair that was scattered in front of her body and twisted it around his fingers, then blinked at her with a smile.

"I don't know why you disguised yourself as Gin... but even though your disguise was perfect this time, and even your tone was damn close, promise me that you won't come to see me as Gin next time. Let's be honest, okay?"

This woman's disguise is really becoming more and more realistic. If he watches it a few more times, he's really afraid that his dreams will be filled with "Gin" winking at him.

That would be an absolutely horrible nightmare.

"Oh, isn't it because my disguise skills are so bad that as long as you are not blind, you can see through my disguise at a glance? Haha, Jundu, your eyes really make people... love and hate them."

Vermouth's expression remained unchanged as she looked at him with a half-smile and complained half-seriously, making the words "love and hate" sound extremely ambiguous.

As she spoke, she moved closer to Xihai Qingdou again, her cheek almost touching his, until they were so close that she could almost feel each other's breath. She raised her charming and passionate eyes to look him in the face, and her fingers lightly approached Xihai Qingdou's eyes, as if she wanted to touch them, but also as if she wanted to do something else - just before she was about to touch him, her wrist was loosely grasped by Xihai Qingdou, and her movement was forced to stop in mid-air.

"My eyes are very precious. A lady shouldn't hold grudges, Bermode. I apologize to you. How many years ago was this?"

Xi Haiqingdou sighed, stretched out his hand to stop her fingers from approaching, and looked up at her with helplessness in his eyes. It was just a second-year outburst many years ago. Did she still remember it now? How should I put it? He felt a sense of shame unexpectedly when he heard this sentence now - is this the feeling of having your dark history spoken to you in person?

Too close... This distance is far beyond the safe distance and falls into the category of intimate distance.

If it was Gin sitting here now, he would push Vermouth aside without hesitation, with an expression of suppressed anger on his face, which is also the reason why Vermouth enjoys teasing Gin the most; if it was Bourbon, he would choose to stop her and step back at the same time, with a hypocritical smile and a hint of impatience on his face, which is somewhat similar to Vermouth himself in the past; if it were some other men... they would only blush, their heartbeats would beat fast, and their breathing would become disordered when Vermouth approaches them, and their thoughts would be so superficial that people could see through them at a glance.

However, Jundu would neither advance nor retreat. He would just stop her from getting any closer with a force that was as light as a feather and could be broken off with just a slight movement - making it hard to tell whether he was trying to resist or not.

Then she stared at her with her golden eyes, a faint smile on her face, no emotion in her eyes, but it seemed like she could see through everything, her breathing and heartbeat remained unchanged - bringing endless frustration to Bermode. It was rare that the Thousand-Faced Witch could not see through a person at all.

Bermode is good at using her words and actions to seduce all kinds of people, including men and women. She can easily figure out the personalities and thoughts of various people from their various subtle reactions, and enjoys it. However, Cointreau's reaction has always been no reaction, as if he was looking at a stone - this is also the reaction that Bermode hates the most.

Driven by curiosity, she wanted to try to get closer to see through him, but under the gaze of those overly bright eyes, she had to "actively" take a step back.

In the end, she took a step back.

"My memory has always been good, especially this sentence, I will never forget it. Besides, I am not a lady, but a witch - isn't that what you said, Jundu?" The action was interrupted again. Bermode calmly withdrew his finger and touched his lips, then smiled and distanced himself from him again, as if everything was natural.

"A little surprise. But it seems that the effect of this surprise is a little discounted. How about I disguise myself as you, Cointreau, and go to find Gin next time?"

"That's a good idea. Next time Gin comes to me, I will push you to him, Miss Witch."

Xi Haiqing Dou had no idea of ​​what was going on in Bermode's mind. He loosened the long hair entangled in his fingers as she retreated, his eyes slightly curved, revealing a genuine smile.

This is brilliant, and it gives him a new idea - if he sells swords again in the future, or if he accidentally makes Gin angry, maybe he can pretend to be Vermouth in disguise?

"But then again, what on earth did the big star want to talk to me about that made him come back from the United States in such a hurry? Have you finished filming your movie?" Xi Hai Qing Dou lowered his head, picked up the Canadian whiskey on the table, shook it slightly, and drank it all in one gulp.

As far as he knew, wasn't Belmode filming her movie in Los Angeles some time ago?

Most of the people in the organization walk in the dark, and few of them will reveal their true identity in public, but this does not include Bermode. What is the relationship between the famous American actress Sharon Wynyard and Bermode, a member of the Black Organization? Her superb disguise skills and the favor of the organization's boss gave her the confidence to do whatever she wants.

"It was finished a long time ago. I should have come back three days ago, but who let me get the news? Cointreau, you probably don't know yet."

The smile on Bermode's lips suddenly turned cold, and she said coldly in Saikai Haruto's ear: "The 'little genius scientist' from the Miyano family who inherited her parents' talents, Shirley, that woman is going back to her country. The boss also handed over the laboratory to her."

Her tone suddenly turned cold, and the words "little genius scientist" sounded sarcastic and hateful, as if there was some deeper meaning hidden in them.

Xi Hai Qing Dou was stunned at first, and then his expression froze for a moment. He put away the smile on his face and corrected her: "Given her age, I think she should be called a girl. She is indeed a genius."

Compared to Bermode's, his reaction could only be described as "insipid".

Bermode seemed unable to accept his attitude: "Is that all you have to say?"

"What else?" Xihai Qingdou put down the wine glass in his hand and looked at her.

"But can you stop her from coming back? Returning home means that her experiment has made new progress... Tsk. You and I both know that the boss will not let Shirley stay abroad forever. She will come back sooner or later. Bermode, calm down."

"I don't believe you can stay so calm forever." Bermode sneered, "We all know what Shirley's return means. Besides, you just mentioned her age, so you should have thought of one thing - the boss will not let her stay alone in the country either."

Xi Haiqingdou raised his eyebrows: "...It should have nothing to do with me, right?"

Shouldn't it?

"Anyway, that person can't be me. I'd rather die than see that face every day. I feel sick from the bottom of my heart when I think about being with her. I never thought I could not avoid her wherever I go."

As Vermode spoke, he looked at Xi Haiqing Dou with a bit of schadenfreude in his eyes: "As for you... dear, even I know that the low fever took a whole week to recover. What do you think the boss will think? In short, your possibility is much greater than that of others. I'm giving you this information for free, no need to thank me."

Xihai Qingdou's mouth twitched: "Please spare me, let me go. Boss, are you really not afraid that I will die with her?"

Does he look like someone who can take care of a child? He's taking care of himself to the point of taking care of himself.

"I think Gin is much more reliable than me, so why not ask him?" He touched his chin and thought, and felt that this was a good idea - Gin, since his old partner could take care of him to death, then taking care of Shirley should also be able to keep her alive? As for the others... undercover agents were not considered at all.

But Bermode seemed to have misunderstood something and gave him a surprised look: "Oh, I really thought you didn't have any resentment at all... It seems that you are much more cruel than me, Jundu."

The blonde's anger seemed to disappear in an instant, and her mood turned from cloudy to sunny. She stood up and prepared to leave, smiling and blowing him a kiss.

"Let me tell you one last thing. Shirley should be back within three days. This drink is on me. Welcome back, Cointreau."