"Here, for you."

It seemed that the female sniper, who seemed to have just returned from a rest, walked over from the other end of the aisle with her taciturn partner. As if suddenly excited, the woman threw a small object over.

"What is this?" Vodka nimbly dodged the object thrown by the female killer and stood cautiously at a distance he thought was safe, observing the small object that fell to the ground.

Somehow, he felt that this thing looked familiar.

He didn't believe that Kitian had any good intentions, and as expected, he was met with rude ridicule from the female sniper.

"I really didn't expect that just a piece of chocolate could scare you, Vodka." The female sniper named Kitian laughed wantonly, and seemed very satisfied with the result.

Vodka just shrugged his shoulders at this. He was not a very good speaker and naturally had no intention of arguing with Kitian here, nor did he have the desire to become a tool for his colleagues to relieve stress.

Kitian seemed to be bored by this action, and the woman followed his example and shrugged exaggeratedly, making way for him.

However, Kitian's behavior was still a little abnormal, and Vodka couldn't help but ask one more question, although he would soon regret it.

“Did you buy this chocolate?”

Sometimes keen observation is not a good thing, perhaps coupled with inappropriate curiosity. Vodka regretted saying this, and he had no intention of starting a conversation.

Vodka swore that he had never paid special attention to what flavor of chocolate his colleagues liked. It could only be said that Kitian and Cohen's preferences were too unchanging. He was almost too familiar with the packaging of Dahl's rich dark chocolate.

The chocolate that Kitian had just thrown to him was also from the Dahl brand, but it was one of those little things with other things added to it, and the packaging became colorful.

Young girls might like this trendy thing, but Vodka felt that Kitian was not the kind of person who would buy such a thing on a whim.

This is indeed the case.

The female sniper pointed in a certain direction mysteriously. Vodka knew that was where the organization's laboratory was located, but he felt a little confused about it.

"I took it from the lab. There's plenty anyway. Leaving it to the guys in the lab is a waste of resources!"

Perhaps this is the realization of being a senior chocolate lover. Kitian was a little indignant when talking about this, which made Vodka really believe that those researchers had done something terrible.

Vodka couldn't understand this feeling and just listened in silence.

But Gitien probably didn't expect him to react, he just wanted to find someone to complain to. Vodka understood this very well and didn't interfere at all, hoping that Gitien would finish quickly.

But in an inadvertent glance, Vodka even somehow saw a hint of agreement from Cohen's sunglasses, and he had a sad premonition that this accusation of "heresy" from the chocolate lover might not be short.

"They don't even eat!" the woman complained. "I think that's a crime."

Cohen nodded slightly in approval.

"Those guys who only have their minds full of research actually threw these sweet little things into the crusher and melted them together," the female sniper said angrily, "heresy! Cult! Executioner!"

Cohen agreed and nodded heavily.

"So we did a good deed and rescued these little guys."

The woman magically pulled out at least a dozen chocolates from her body and showed them off proudly, as if she had done something great for the organization.

Although Vodka could not empathize with this happiness, he did not speak.

Vodka is speechless, Vodka chooses silence.

Because even Cohen, who always looked reliable and was standing next to Kitian, took out a few bars of chocolate from his pocket, which made Vodka suddenly feel like he was the odd one out.

For a second or two, Vodka almost thought that the world had changed in ways he could not imagine, but he quickly convinced himself not to try to understand two colleagues who were caught up in some kind of frenzy.

"That Shirley guy is really..."

Kitian's subsequent complaints were somewhat personal, and Vodka chose to let them go in one ear and out the other, thinking about how to escape from here without being anti-social.

At this moment he suddenly felt a little envious of Gin. If his elder brother was here, Kitian would never dare to say so much nonsense to endanger the safety of his ears.

It was at this moment that he suddenly realized where his familiarity with the chocolate that fell on the ground came from.

The packaging of those chocolates was very familiar. Aren't they the same chocolates that he and Gin had competed with a group of young couples to buy in the chocolate store before? However, there seemed to be some new varieties among them.

He was a little suspicious whether Gin was the supplier of the chocolate being studied in the laboratory, but Vodka didn't dare to ask and chose to keep silent.

Just as his thoughts were about to run wild, Kitian finally put an end to the chocolate lovers' complaints about what they saw as a waste of money, and stopped Vodka in time before he could have even more bizarre fantasies.

Perhaps he was lost in thought, and Vodka was a few seconds slow to react when Kitian's hand suddenly reached out, allowing the female sniper to succeed in stuffing a bar of colorfully-colored chocolate into his shirt pocket.

Vodka couldn't refuse, so he could only stuff the chocolate into his mouth under the slightly scary looks of his two colleagues, trying to pretend that the thing didn't exist.

Vodka finally got out of Kitian and Cohen's sight and breathed a sigh of relief.

He originally wanted to stuff the chocolate into a recycling bin, but Kitian's words like "the latest best-seller" and "100% positive reviews" made him curious about the chocolate, so he decided to dispose of it harmlessly.

Seeing that there was no one around, Vodka carefully tore open the chocolate wrapper.

This was a textbook example of unpacking the chocolate wrapper. Vodka almost used the same attitude he used to dismantle guns, and did not damage the chocolate wrapper at all.

He carefully broke off a small piece and prepared to take a quick taste.

As soon as he entered, he realized that Kitian had not deceived him.

This is indeed a very mysterious taste.

It's like the tip of the tongue is kissing a river of chocolate, while a little bit behind the tip of the tongue is swimming in a sea of ​​matcha, and a little bit further back is occupied by the richness of yogurt, and then a slightly bitter coffee dissolves on the tongue, and finally at the root of the tongue, the vodka even feels like it has tasted a bit of refreshing mint liquor, which makes people feel refreshed.

This kind of chocolate can no longer be simply described as delicious. It cannot even be called excellent. It should be outstanding in every sense of the word. It was at this time that Vodka understood the reasons why some researchers studied them.

This was a masterpiece. Vodka burped in the refreshing taste of mint liquor, which finally made him stop breaking the second piece of chocolate. He finally remembered his main business and walked quickly towards where Gin was.

There was nothing reflective on the aisles on both sides, so Vodka only realized some of the "fuzzy" problems that this piece of chocolate had caused him when Gin reminded him impatiently.

"…The above are the current results of the intelligence team." Vodka carefully reported his findings over the past few days and was looking forward to feedback from Gin, but things did not develop as he had imagined.

The object of his admiration showed little emotion, but it would be wrong to say that his reaction was not at all different from before the report began.

Vodka was very familiar with Gin, so it was not difficult for her to notice that the long-haired man's eyes seemed to stay on her face a little longer today.

He felt a little strange about this, but he took the opportunity to go to the bathroom and looked in front of the mirror. He didn't find anything inappropriate on his face, which made him feel a little embarrassed.

no clue.

It wasn't until he met Bermode that he finally understood the problem.

This female friend who always adheres to mysticism and has some aura conflicts with vodka and gin lent her own dressing mirror to give guidance to the poor junior.

Pinching the edge of the dressing mirror, Vodka was a little confused. This small mirror was no different from the one he saw in the toilet.

He took it and looked around, but didn't find anything worth noting.

"Sticky out your tongue." After having admired Vodka's stupidity enough, the woman with beautiful curly hair finally said mercifully, with a smile on her face as if she was waiting for a good show.

Vodka did as the woman said, and immediately his hand shook, and the mirror was about to fall. But because of Bermode's words "Try to break it if you dare", the man hurriedly grabbed it.

As if feeling unbelievable, Vodka stuck out his tongue again to confirm, but sadly discovered that everything he saw was actually real.

Maybe this is the price to pay for eating that delicious piece of chocolate, Vodka thought.

His tongue has become a fashion trend today, with five different colors.

Vermouth smiled gracefully.

The woman covered her raised lips, but her eyes drifted in the direction where the vodka came from.

Although Vermouth did not know directly about Gin's recent mission, it was too easy to guess.

Or rather, there is no need to think too much about it. What the organization desires most is something that can make people rejuvenated and immortal, and the chocolate factory of the wealthy businessman Roald Dahl happened to reveal the news about the candy that can make people immortal at this time.

If he was just an ordinary wealthy businessman, it wouldn't be a big deal, but for someone of Roald Dahl's level, there are even rumors that Roald Dahl is the financial provider of the mysterious cult "Nowhere Country", so the organization can only take legal means as much as possible.

To achieve this goal, money is the thing the organization is least stingy with.

Although it may seem like a waste of talent to assign the task of buying chocolates and finding the golden ticket to Gin, Vermouth knows that this matter is not as simple as it seems.

Once a suitable person obtains the golden ticket, Gin's task is to quietly take the ticket for himself.

But even so, it was worth it to see Gin's guy go buy the chocolate in person with a sullen face. The chocolates that were sent to the laboratory for research were purchased by Gin.

Overly conscientious organizational cadres always attach great importance to tasks, and it is natural that they are reluctant to entrust even such a small matter to others.

Although he understood it intellectually, emotionally Vermouth still wanted to see Gin make a fool of himself.

"This is the chocolate we got from the laboratory." Bermode said with a smile, glancing at the corner of the chocolate bag sticking out of Vodka's pocket.

"Ah... yes." Vodka was still immersed in embarrassment, and only reacted after being called so suddenly.

After hearing this, the light-haired woman's mouth curves even more upward.

"Gin bought all those himself. It's hard to imagine someone like him ordering chocolates. I think the seller would be shocked. It's Valentine's Day now."