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

"Hmph, a guy who is more mysterious than a mystic." Gin snorted, picked up the glass and took a sip of wine.

Bourbon looked at Asti, his eyes darkened slightly.

Apart from the organization's top 1 killer Gin and the organization's little lunatic Bertrand, the person most often heard of in the organization is Asti, who is even more mysterious than mysticism.

It is said that no one except the Boss has ever seen his appearance, and no one has even heard his original voice, but all the tasks assigned to him, regardless of their difficulty, are completed in an extremely perfect manner.

His most famous way of completing tasks is what the organization members call "the devil's artwork".

Every time he retrieved a photo, he used the parts of the corpses to make an alternative but highly recognizable "artwork" of the mission target.

Obviously, the production process of this "artwork" is extremely complicated, but there is absolutely no trace of it left at the scene.

In addition, there are also "Satan's blessing" and "the prayer of hell"...

After receiving the emotional values ​​from everyone, Bertrand couldn't hide the smile on his face.

"Ah~st~ti~"

He skipped towards Asti and threw himself into his arms with open arms.

Beihefenger caught him and touched his face with his black-gloved hand. "Ah, you haven't grown any taller~"

Bertrand's smile froze, then he quickly let go of his hand and raised his leg to sweep towards him.

The latter dodged with a light leap.

"Is it still unacceptable?"

Bertrand took out...the stun gun from his bag expressionlessly.

"Try saying it again!"

Then, the two of them circled around in the safe house, one running and the other chasing.

other people:……

He is indeed a pervert and a lunatic.

"Sure enough, only lunatics and perverts can play together..." Someone muttered in a low voice, but the two people who were 'he was running away and he was chasing, he couldn't escape even if he had wings' heard it.

So they all turned their heads to look at the person who spoke.

The young boy said, "Who are you calling crazy?"

A strange hoarse voice asked, "Who are you calling a pervert?"

Chianti accidentally said what was in his heart: ...

"One likes to collect human bodies and make specimens, and the other likes to use human tissues to make art. If they are not lunatics and perverts, what are they?" Bourbon continued with a smile.

"You are the lunatic! Your whole family is lunatic! How can the taxidermist's affairs be called lunatic!?" Bertrand put his hands on his hips and pointed the electric baton at Bourbon.

Bechfinger nodded in agreement. "Indeed, how can anything about art be called perverted?"

"Then you two can swap, one a pervert and the other a lunatic." Vermouth, who was drinking nearby, suddenly laughed and said.

Bertrand clenched his fist and stamped his feet, "Don't call me a pervert! I'm so cute!"

"Is that right, you perverted lunatic Asti?" He turned his head to look at the person next to him.

Bechfinger, who was about to nod, said: "..."

Bullshit! Do you know that when you say I am you are talking about yourself?

Bertrand: You, Bechfinger, are a perverted lunatic. What does that have to do with me, Bertrand?

With nothing to say, Bechfinger rolled his eyes slightly under his hat, found a seat to sit down and poured himself a glass of wine.

But it was snatched away before he could even pick it up.

Bertrand ran over and glared at him, and stuffed an unopened bottle of lemon tea into his hand, "I can't drink, and neither can you!"

This wine seems sweet. I'll try it first and you can drink it later.