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

Bechfinger suppressed the corners of his mouth that were about to rise, and then watched Bertranci drink the glass of wine in front of everyone.

Bourbon:…

Bertrand smacked his lips after taking a gulp and nodded, "Yeah, this is much better, sweeter."

Once finished.

puff.

Fell to the ground.

In an instant, a strong murderous intent emerged in the safe house. Gin, Vermouth, Vodka, and even Chianti glared at Bergfeng viciously.

"How dare you poison me?" Vermouth narrowed her eyes and looked at Bechfeng with sharp eyes.

Bechfinger: "..."

Thanks, I poisoned myself.

boom!

Dodging a flying bullet, Bechfinger tutted his lips and said, "You guys are so impulsive."

He chuckled with an ambiguous tone, and the hoarse and strange voice somehow seemed to have a strange but charming charm.

Bourbon, who seemed to be the only one in the audience who knew that Bertranci would fall to the ground instantly after drinking: …

At this moment, Bertrand, who was held by Vodka, suddenly yawned, and his opened light green eyes were filled with misty watery light.

Seeing that he looked normal except for his flushed cheeks, everyone realized it was a misunderstanding and quietly put away their guns.

Asti glanced at the silver-haired boy who came down from Vodka's arms, sighed softly, lowered his head slightly and tried to adjust his cloak, but a strand of blue hair suddenly floated down.

Although he quickly put his blue hair back, he was still seen by Toru Amuro who had been secretly observing him.

His pupils shrank slightly, a hint of disbelief and doubt flashed across his eyes, and then he quickly picked up the wine glass and took a sip of wine to cover up.

Fortunately, everyone else was paying attention to Bertranci at that time, and no one noticed his abnormality.

It should...it can't be him, right?

But, that was blue hair, and blue hair is very rare.

Maybe it's dyed?

But how could an organization member dye his hair in such a conspicuous color...

Amuro Toru lowered his head slightly and gently stroked the wall of the wine glass with his fingers.

Although he was struggling, Bechfinger was happy.

Ah, the mood value! Please Modo Modo!

It was not until two o'clock in the morning that the farce created by Bertrand finally came to an end.

And Vermouth had left long ago.

After drinking the remaining wine in the glass, Beifenger stood up and left.

After taking a look at Bertranci, who had finally fallen asleep and was brought back to the room by Vodka, Bourbon also stood up and said goodbye.

After making sure that no one was watching him secretly, he quickly caught up with the person in front.

On a small path away from the organization's safe house, Bourbon turned into an alley, but found that the person he was following had disappeared.

"Are you looking for me? Bourbon."

Suddenly, a strange hoarse voice sounded behind him.

Bourbon turned sharply.

The man's cloak was fluttering in the wind, and half of his face was revealed from under the hood. Unfortunately, he was wearing a black mask, so his face could not be seen clearly.

But Bourbon did not disappoint.

Because of the wind, the color of his hair fell clearly into his eyes.

The wind stopped.

The cloak fell again.

Bechfinger slowly approached Amuro Toru.

"Are you looking for me, Amuro Toru?"

Amuro Toru looked at him quietly, and after a few seconds of silence, he nodded, "...Yes."

"Why are you looking for me?"

"Because I want to confirm one thing."

"..."

The two faced each other in silence for a few seconds.

"You're messing around, Zero."

Bechfinger raised his hand, took off his mask, and pulled down the hood of his cloak. His clear purple eyes looked at Bourbon.

"Long time no see, Behfengar..."