It's reasonable to have more than 100 million vests in the world of science, right?

Looking at the back of the silver-haired boy, the blue-haired boy had a smile on his face, until the silver-haired boy walked out of the door of the safe house. The boy sitting on the sofa gradually disappeared, like a broken stream of light, slowly disappearing from bottom to top, dispersing into the air, and disappearing without a trace.

next second.

light.

Went out.

Bertrand watched the familiar Porsche approach from afar and finally stop in front of him, with a cloud of dust rising from the rear of the car.

He watched the scene with his crescent eyes in silence.

It was not until the driver's window rolled down that Bertrand asked in surprise, "Oh, Qin-chan, are you going to take me there yourself?"

It was as if the other party had done something huge.

Gin glanced at him and said, "Get in the car."

"Oh."

Bertrand climbed into the back seat.

Don't ask why not the co-pilot.

Because there is a lot of space in the back seat, he can lie down completely.

Gin glanced through the rearview mirror at the young man who seemed to be treating him as the driver, snorted coldly, stepped on the accelerator and sped away.

About ten minutes later, the car arrived at a seemingly deserted dock. Bertrand leaned on the car window and scanned the scene outside with his half-moon eyes that clearly showed boredom.

"We're here, get off the car."

After stopping next to a boat, Gin said something to Bertrand and got out of the car first.

Bertrand got out of the car slowly with his eyes half open, and then looked at the people standing at the boarding gate.

Big Guy Vodka was also there.

The only short-haired woman is obviously the examiner, Junhui Xiao Cang.

The moment he saw her, Bertrand's eyes lit up.

No matter how cold Xiao Cang Chunhui's expression was, she trembled inexplicably when she met the other person's eyes.

She looked at the baby-faced, silver-haired boy in confusion.

It seems that such a young child is also a member of the organization?

Feeling the gaze from Gin beside him, Bertrand shifted his fiery gaze away from Aoi Jun'e and turned to look at the very familiar dark-skinned, blond man standing next to Vodka.

"Ah~la~Bo~Ben~why are you here too~"

Five tildes in one sentence.

It's really you, Bertrand.

Bourbon adjusted his bangs, looked at the smiling boy, and smiled as well. He raised his finger and pointed at Gin, who had a sense of oppression: "He asked me to come over."

Bertrand looked at him for a few seconds, then turned his head away, his expression instantly changing to one of disbelief, "Qin-chan! You called him here to spy on me!? You don't believe me!? How could you do this! Am I not your most beloved little darling!?"

Several tic-tac-toes appeared on Gin's forehead.

Bourbon: "..." I think it would be more correct for you to monitor me? ?

But when he looked at Bertranci, whose expression changed in an instant, he inexplicably thought of someone.

He lowered his eyelids slightly to hide the emotions in his eyes.

And Bertrand covered his face with his hands and cried loudly in front of the newlyweds.

"Wuwuwuwu Qin-chan, you don't believe me, you sent people to monitor me, wuwuwuwu, there is no love anymore, there is no love anymore! Wuwuwuwu, I won't live anymore wuwuwuwu..."

Gin:......

The hand at his side clenched and unclenched again, and it took him a lot of effort to suppress the urge to beat him up.

Because he knew that knocking would be useless and would only make him more noisy!

He pressed the boy's head without too much force. Feeling the soft touch of the hair in his hands, Gin couldn't help but rub it twice, but his face was still cold and ruthless, "Bourbon will be your partner from now on."

Bertrand stopped his fake crying and looked at Gin through his fingers. His light green pupils were instantly filled with sparkling stars.