Chapter 115 Past Events in a Foreign Country

"Mr. Amuro..."

Amuro Toru raised an eyebrow. He was really curious about what the other party would say in this situation.

After recovering from the initial shock, Tsukiyama Asari still held the dagger. He hid the confusion and astonishment in his eyes in a somewhat wolfish manner, pursed his lips, and tried to calm himself down.

"This room is full of gasoline. Just in case, you'd better not shoot casually."

The blond man couldn't help but hum a laugh from his nose.

He tapped the ground with the tip of his shoe. In the flashes of lightning, he saw gasoline all over the ground. However, the place where the two had just fought was clean, and Tsukiyama Asari did not get stained with the dirty liquid, which was particularly dangerous in this situation. He

quickly recovered from his surprise, assessed the current situation, and said this while being pointed at by a man he considered to be an acquaintance. A few fake smiles flashed in Amuro Toru's eyes, but he immediately covered them up.

Smart and quick to react, even if the possibility of the bullet he used igniting gasoline was very low, he would be restrained by the other party's words.

After all, this room is very small, and no one is willing to gamble their life on such a probability.

"Actually, I've been thinking since the day we met... I really came to the right place at this cafe."

While thinking in a calm tone, the blond-haired, dark-skinned man smiled and took two steps forward to approach. His leather shoes made a muffled sound on the floor, which was more depressing than the sound of bullets being loaded. Tsukiyama frowned and wanted to continue to retreat, but the cold wall blocked all his retreat routes. He could only grit his teeth and threaten the other party with his always gentle eyes and the dagger in his hand.

It didn't work at all.

Toru Amuro quickly restrained the hand holding the dagger, and pressed his thumb hard somewhere between the wrists. Tsukiyama Asari quickly released the strength in his hand, and the dagger fell to the ground. The crisp sound of hitting the ground echoed twice in the small room. Before the former reached out to take the weapon away, the black-haired man used his other movable hand to pick up the cold blade lying on the ground.

He did not use it to attack again, but subconsciously hid the dagger behind his body. It was obviously a weapon used to protect people, but the man treated it as a treasure and protected it with his flesh and blood.

...Has Tsukiyama Asari really never seen Jundu? Judging from his reaction, it seems that he knew who the original owner of this dagger was.

Muttering this in his mind, Toru Amuro ignored the dagger and instead returned his gaze to the man's face. He stretched out his hand and grabbed his hair, forcing him to look up at him.

The darkness completely blurred the color of the eyes and the outline of the face, and this posture also hid the lower half of the man's face in the darkness. The blond man couldn't help but be stunned when he looked up.

In this environment, they really looked a bit too similar.

Because his hair was being pulled, Tsukiyama let out a slight inhalation, and when he raised his head, his eyes were still stubbornly looking to the other side, and it seemed that he didn't want to look at the man in front of him at all.

"What familiar eyes, exactly like that guy's."

Amuro Toru approached him maliciously, carefully examining the man's features. The smile on his lips suddenly cooled, then grew bigger, as if he had seen something interesting. "How interesting. He actually has a younger brother?"

The implication of this sentence made Tsukiyama Asari's eyes widen instantly.

He murmured twice, as if he wanted to ask something in return, but forced himself to swallow the words back.

"Haven't you been looking for him? Tell me how you got this dagger, and I'll tell you where he is. How about that? It's a good deal, right?" Amuro Toru curled his eyes and showed his usual bright smile. "Of course, if you don't want to say it this way, I don't mind finding another way to get you to talk."

The cold muzzle of the gun slid down his cheek and rested on the side of his neck. As the man spoke, it sank into his soft skin.

The feeling of being pressed against the most fatal part by a gun was not pleasant. Amuro Toru saw Tsukiyama taking a slow breath, as if he wanted to use deep breathing to adjust his current state of mind, but his Adam's apple rolling up and down still gave him away completely.

The sound of glass being knocked came again. Bermode, who was standing guard in the heavy rain, was obviously dissatisfied with his procrastination.

There was no other way.

The hand that was pulling the man's black hair moved down and pinched the back of the neck again. Amuro Toru pulled the man up a little harder, and the hand holding the gun became more powerful, "Don't worry, I have no interest in killing you now."

"Live people are more fun than dead people. After all, Chao Li is my boss." The blond man smiled at the end of his words, but his hand was shaken off the next second. "Come with me. You'd better be good. If you wake them up, you will waste more bullets."

He said the name of the person sleeping in the living room, as if it was not as important as his own bullets.

"I can stand up by myself, don't worry, Mr. Amuro."

Tsukiyama Asari pulled down the hand that was pinching his neck and said coldly. He supported himself on the ground with his hands and stood up. He put the dagger back on his waist and hid it under his sweater.

It looks like he will be fired if he goes back. Amuro Toru complained in his heart, but his hand holding the gun did not shake at all, "Wait a minute."

Knowing that there is no point in resisting in this matter, the black-haired man who had already taken a step stopped and turned to look at the other party.

Tsukiyama Asari must not be allowed to see Vermode's face. The more people from the organization he sees, the more dangerous he will be and the easier it will be to be silenced.

Amuro Toru was very glad that he had replaced the bow tie with a necktie in his bourbon outfit today. He took off his black necktie with one hand, ignoring the tie clip with gemstones on it, and directly covered the man's eyes with it, and tied it behind his head.

"That's enough."

After finishing the action, the blond man pushed the man's shoulder mercilessly. The man staggered a step and held the wall to stabilize his body.

Because of the obstruction of vision, the way out was very slow even though it was very short. Tsukiyama frowned and noted the route out. The sound of

rain and thunder became clearer and clearer, but it didn't seem to pass through the living room. Could there be other exits in this villa?

When he walked out of the door, the man deliberately stumbled and held the door frame with his hand. It was not the double doors facing the living room, but a narrow low door.

The rain fell on his hair, quickly soaking his black hair, and his sweater was also soaked by the rain. Then there was the sound of an umbrella being opened. Amuro Toru held up a black umbrella to block all the rain outside.

The wind was howling, and it was a bit cold wearing only a thin sweater at this time of year. Tsukiyama Asari couldn't help but shiver, and then a gaze colder than the wind fell on him, and he heard the sound of heels hitting the marble surface.

"You are really slow, Bourbon."

A smiling female voice came from the front, with a faint and very rich perfume smell.

The cool and soft touch fell on the cheek, it was a woman's slender fingers, long nails scraping across the skin, the movement was very light, bringing a strange itching, as if checking something, the man frowned and turned his head away, and was pinched by another person's hand under the chin and turned back to be examined.

"Ah, this face is actually real."

Not finding any traces of disguise, Bermode showed an interested expression, but her eyes were cold. She didn't expect that Cointreau actually had a younger brother.

After being blindfolded, the two looked completely different. Only by looking carefully could one see some similarities from the tip of their eyebrows.

...And Bourbon actually discovered it first.

If only I had discovered it, I could pretend that I knew nothing and just think of it as...repaying the favor that Cointreau had done a few years ago.

Now that Bourbon is here, this matter will be difficult to handle. I can only pretend to be very interested and let him bring Cointreau's brother out first, so as not to be swallowed up in the fire.

The woman tucked her hair behind her ears and used the wide brim of her hat to cover most of the expression on her face. The black umbrella and long skirt made her look like an ageless witch in the story.

The car was parked outside. Bermode opened the door first and sat in the passenger seat. She looked out the window with her peripheral vision. Bourbon opened the back door and dragged him into the back seat without mercy.

"Sorry, sorry."

The blond man smiled, but there was no smile in his tone. He thought for a moment, leaned his upper body into the back seat, held down Tsukiyama Asa, who was struggling to stand up after falling on the seat, and smashed his pistol at the back of his neck. Tsukiyama

Asa couldn't help but glared at Amuro Toru under the cover of his tie before he fainted.

Can't you guys let go of my neck and the back of my head? Learn from the TV series and believe in the power of science. Can't you use some drugs or anesthetics? ! You

must have physical damage to be satisfied, right!

After making sure that the other party was completely unconscious, Toru Amuro returned to the driver's seat and gave Vermouth a very bourbon smile, "Although you spoke first, as the one who did it, shouldn't the person belong to me?"

If Tsukiyama was knocked unconscious, Vermouth would not be able to get any other information out of him. Now only she knew about the dagger, and she must not let this woman find out.

And... from the look of her, she wanted to report to the organization, reporting this person who was suspected to be a member of Cointreau's family.

Fortunately, Vermouth was not a guy like Gin who was loyal to the organization, so he could try to deal with him and see if it was possible... to keep this a secret.

Toru Amuro's hands on the steering wheel kept tightening.

We must not let Bermode report this.

While he was thinking, Bermode turned around and observed the expression of the blond man.

What does it mean to give it to him? Yes, discovering the relatives of high-ranking members of the organization is a great achievement, and Bourbon will not let the meat that is delivered to his mouth fly away.

The woman hid all her emotions under her gorgeous appearance and glanced at the man lying on the back seat in the rearview mirror.

If the organization finds out that Cointreau has any possible connection with the outside world, this sharp knife belonging to the organization will probably be broken and thrown into the mud at will.

No matter what... Bourbon must not be allowed to report this.

The two made up their minds at the same time, and the moment they turned their heads and looked at each other, they both put on their usual seamless masks.

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