Chapter 117 Past Events in a Foreign Country

"Bourbon."

Cointreau carefully scanned the expression of the man in front of him, and spoke in a low voice with a chill. His free hand moved down and pressed the man's pistol against his chest.

"You are quite courageous."

As he spoke, the man's hand that was originally holding the man's collar moved up, and his cold fingertips pressed on the fatal part of the neck. The blade slipped out of the sleeve and stuck to the pulse.

For no reason, Amuro Toru thought of his good friend who had his throat cut and was still blocked in the hospital and could not be let out. His thoughts could not help but drift away.

According to what they said, at that time... Tsukiyama Asari was there. When he was urged to leave by Kasugawa Shugo, did he recognize that the killer in front of him was his relative whom he had been looking for for many years.

Soon, this question that was destined to remain unanswered was squeezed out by Bermode's voice.

"Long time no see, Cointreau." The woman returned to her usual self, and the last two words she deliberately said were heard by the man, who gave her a warning look.

"Don't stare at me like that." Bermode spread her hands, looking like she was watching a good show, "I don't intend to get involved in what's going on between you two."

After that, she simply opened the car door, got out of the black car, walked to the car that the man had parked on the side of the road before, and stroked the smooth rearview mirror of the car with her fingertips. "What a pretty boy."

Yu Gu Miao raised an eyebrow and said nothing. His attention was not there at all, and his eyes were always on Amuro Toru's face.

For a moment, Toru Amuro didn't know whether to continue wearing the mask belonging to Bourbon. He had long known from Morobushi Kagemitsu that Jundu knew his true identity. Now that Vermouth was far away from here, it would be strange to pretend any longer.

But the man didn't let him get hung up for too long.

"Is this a gift from you public security officers in return for my saving Morobushi Kagemitsu?" Yutani Miya came closer, breathing on the other's face and ears. His voice was so light that it seemed to be completely covered by the sound of the gentle rain. "Should I say that you are repaying kindness with enmity, or... too greedy."

The blond man's lips moved slightly, but he didn't say anything.

Should I say that I did this in order to protect Tsukiyama Asari from Vermouth? To use this reason to whitewash oneself is really... what one did was bloody.

"We should talk." Finally, Amuro Toru disappeared, no longer with Bourbon's eyes, but as an undercover, he extended an invitation to the man in front of him on behalf of the entire public security.

The two looked at each other for a long time. Not knowing what he saw in the blond man's eyes, Cointreau looked away first, "...not now."

Knowing that the other party meant that there was room for negotiation, Amuro Toru had not yet put his mind at ease and said something, but was interrupted by the next sentence.

"Take off your clothes."

"...Ah?"

The blond man was stunned in place, repeatedly confirming the other party's expression several times.

"Take off your clothes, go drive."

Because it was late autumn, he put on a suitable thick coat over Bourbon's most typical outfit, and the clothes were just taken off when he was dragged away by the other party.

Without receiving any glances, it would be boring to stay any longer. Losing a coat was no big deal, so the blond man simply turned around and left, leaving space for Cointreau.

The rear door was opened, and the thick coat was lightly covered on Tsukiyama Asari, who was only wearing a thin sweater.

Amuro Toru walked to the car driven by the man, opened the driver's door and got in, put his arm on the window sill, and looked at the rearview mirror calmly. The glass had been washed clean by the rain long ago, and the remaining watermarks on it did not affect the man's ability to see through it and see the appearance behind him.

Because of the angle, the wide open car door did not block the situation on that side. The blond man could clearly see Tsukiyama Asari's head and upper body on the seat closest to the door in the rearview mirror, but then, all of this was blocked by Cointreau who walked forward.

He was ready to untie the tie tied around the other person's eyes, but it was a bit inconvenient for one person to stand and the other to lie down. Cointreau thought about something on the spot, and finally slowly knelt down.

In fact, it was not easy for the guy who was hit in the back of the neck to wake up. It would be much more convenient to help him up and untie the tie covering his eyes, but the man seemed to be afraid to touch the person who was still sleeping, and just chose a method that would not affect the other person at all.

Cointreau knelt on one knee, not caring that the muddy ground would stain his expensive trousers. He waited until his line of sight was almost parallel to the man's face pressed against the seat surface before he reached out and tentatively smoothed the man's messy black hair.

Amuro Tou keenly caught a hint of coldness in the rearview mirror. It was the dagger that Cointreau had always kept on his wrist.

He saw this usually indifferent killer open the back seat, and the dagger slipped out of his sleeve, reflecting a sharp cold light in the cold rainy night, and then -

the dagger that was supposed to be used to cut the target's neck gently cut open his tie. The blond man even wondered if he had not let the harmless blade touch Tsukiyama Asari's skin at all.

The thick fabric of the tie was easily cut by the dagger that could cut through iron like mud. Cointreau took it off very gently and slowly, and then threw it casually on the asphalt road full of rain and mud. The

jeweled tie clip fell to the ground and was quickly soaked by the rain mixed with mud, becoming dull and lifeless.

After doing all this, he seemed to be ready to stand up, but he froze and knelt down again.

The man lowered his head, his long eyelashes blocking his cold gray eyes, and kissed the corner of the eyebrow of the still unconscious man.

Amuro Toru caught a fleeting glimmer in his cold eyes, but couldn't guess whether it was an unintentional expression of emotion, or tears that were forcibly suppressed before they emerged.

After setting the temperature inside the car to a suitable level and leaving a tiny gap on the front window, Cointreau gently closed the back door of the car and locked Tsukiyama inside a warm cocoon made of steel.

If they were not still there, the man would probably stay by the side and wait until the person inside woke up or his companions who were still in the villa found him before leaving. Amuro Toru guessed without any reason.

Cointreau finally touched the glass lightly, not knowing whether he could see the person inside through the side window with excellent peeping performance. He pursed his red lips and quickly let them fall. When he turned around and walked over, the last bit of soft light on his face disappeared, and he turned back into that cold and cruel knife.

Cointreau opened the car door, sat in the back seat, took out a cigarette and put it in his mouth. Bermode threw the lighter to him without looking back.

The sound of metal colliding echoed in the car. The smoke exhaled from the red lips blurred the man's face and also blocked the embarrassment in his eyes.

He didn't choose the right posture when he knelt down just now. He didn't expect that when he stood up, he didn't know which tendon in his leg was pinched. His knee and calf were numb and painful. He almost slammed his knee on the ground in front of Amuro Toru. He held the seat with his hand to stop the movement.

He didn't know that this action of getting too close to the original body turned into a kiss as soft as a feather on the blond man. Yu Gu Miao smoked a cigarette and realized another problem belatedly.

His car and the locator...

"I remember that you seemed to...be in Japan all the time." Bermode spoke at this time, and his eyes met Cointreau's gaze through the rearview mirror in front of the car, with a hint of meaning. "If that gentleman knew you were in Boston."

Yutani Miao subconsciously touched the innermost metal tooth with the tip of her tongue.

She had already blocked the tracker in the system, letting it maintain the illusion that she was still in Japan, but it was obvious that this would not let the two of them know.

In other words, she had to find another reason to explain why she was in Boston, and she had to provide after-sales service for this reason... It was too troublesome.

Bermode looked at the man in the back seat with a darkened look in his eyes. The tip of his tongue lifted up his cheek a little, then quickly put it down. He hummed a laugh from his nose, as if he was not afraid of the woman knowing and telling others, "He won't know."

"You put it..." Bermode abruptly stopped talking halfway because he remembered that Bourbon was still there. He turned to look at the man in the back seat with astonishment in his eyes.

She didn't expect Cointreau to actually pull out the thing with the locator embedded in it. The gentleman who installed this must have been prepared to prevent it from being easily removed by a man, and this matter would definitely be discovered.

No... Cointreau's meaning just now was not that he would not be discovered if he pulled out this tooth, but that... he would not be discovered when he came to Boston.

Vermouth gritted his teeth, turned his head back, put on a cold expression, and didn't let his emotions be betrayed by the slightly trembling tail tone, "I hope I can see you come out of the punishment room alive."

I won't be caught at all... because the locator is still in my mouth, and that guy can't find anything.

Yu Gu Miao complained in his heart, and simply followed the woman's wishes and made the reason for his going to Boston alone that he took the initiative to pull the tooth out of his gums.

"Wait and see." The man responded, as if the person at the center of the topic was not himself, but an insignificant stranger.

"..." Vermouth looked at his indifferent look, and couldn't say anything for a while. The tip of her long nails sank into the flesh, leaving a trail of blood. She pulled the corner of her mouth and fixed her sight on the window.

The car soon fell silent.

Houses gradually appeared on the roadside. After driving for more than half an hour, the car drove into a busy street. The sky had already brightened and the city was waking up.

Cointreau knocked on the car window at this time to ask Amuro Toru, who had kept his mouth shut and focused on driving all the way, to stop the car.

The car stopped at the roadside.

"Wait here." Yu Gu Miao said to the blond man, and before opening the car door, he made a "please" gesture to Belmode, obviously he had something to talk about.

The two walked into the alley next to them.

"It's strange that you actually have something to say to me." Bermode crossed his arms, looking relaxed, but in his heart he kept speculating on the intentions of the man in front of him. Unexpectedly, Yu Gu Miao put his hands aside and retorted, "I have nothing to say."

"Oh, then did you ask me to come to the alley to do something else?" The woman's fingers were already lightly on the gun on the side of her leg.

Before the other party responded, there was a commotion outside the alley.

"Hey - that car! The people in it are not allowed to move!"

"That's right! It's this car. It's exactly the same as the photo and license plate number provided by the reporter. The person in the driver's seat must be the robber!"

"Catch him quickly!"

Several figures in police uniforms hurriedly passed by the entrance of the alley.

Under the woman's surprised eyes, the vengeful Yu Gu Miao threw the cigarette between her fingers to the ground, "It seems that we can only take a taxi."

Bermode finally showed her first sincere smile of the day, and felt that the depression that had been pressing on her chest was swept away. She reached out and held the man's arm, not caring at all how the unlucky guy outside would escape from the police blockade.

"How about having morning tea?" The woman suggested with a smile.

"Let's go."

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