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

Gin became alert, he glanced at the plush cat bag the boy was hanging, "Don't tell me you're carrying it now."

Bertrand opened his beautiful, sparkling eyes, his tender baby face showing innocence, "Otherwise, wouldn't it be more convenient to carry it with you? You can just grab it and use it when you need it~"

Gin's temples throbbed uncontrollably, and he glared at Bertrand with a fierce look, "Take it out!"

Bertrand curled his lips and whispered softly, "Just take it, why are you so fierce..."

He lowered his head and rummaged through the cat's bag, then took out a transparent plastic box. Inside the box was a lifelike colorful butterfly.

He handed the box to Gin, but his eyes were fixed on the butterfly inside.

Gin took a look at the butterfly inside, snorted coldly, and stuffed it into his coat pocket without any hesitation.

"Have you estimated the results?" He glanced at the boy who was still staring at his pocket.

"The explosion range is probably around three football fields." Bertrand smacked his lips, tilted his head back and thought for a moment before answering him.

Gin:......

He gritted his teeth and said, "Don't carry such dangerous things with you."

Bertrand took a breath and glared at him, "You've just put my butterfly in your pocket!"

Gin raised his hand and patted his head, snorting coldly, "Children are not allowed to carry such dangerous things on their bodies."

She slapped his hand away, puffed up her cheeks and turned to look out the window.

Then I happened to see a car passing by.

He raised his eyebrows and gave a big smile to the black-haired boy who happened to be looking over there.

Qianzhu glanced at him and looked away.

He stared at the car through the window until he could no longer see the exhaust. Then he looked away and looked at the huge bottle of vodka coming towards him.

Vodka opened the car door and froze when he saw the boy smiling brightly.

Gin glanced at him and said, "Let's go."

"yes, Sir."

Vodka sat in the driver's seat, started the car, and muttered to himself.

Why is this little lunatic here?

We drove all the way to the sparsely populated suburbs.

Bertrand followed Gin out of the car and looked left and right at the old factory in front of them.

"This is where we're going to blow up. It's not very big."

Gin ignored him, looked around at the nearby terrain, and then took out the colorful butterfly.

Vodka, who was standing by, saw Butterfly and subconsciously took a step back a little, which attracted the cold gaze of his eldest brother.

Bertrand's eyes lit up, and he took out a square input device that was 5 cm wide and cm high from his bag, "You want to use the little butterfly?"

"Yeah." Gin nodded, then took the input device from his hand.

Gin took out the butterfly from the transparent box and connected it to the input device. He operated it skillfully, disconnected it, and then pressed the small button on the butterfly's abdomen.

The originally motionless butterfly seemed to come alive, flapped its wings in Gin's hand, and then floated slowly towards the pharmaceutical factory ahead.

The excited Bertrand wanted to stand there and watch the explosion, but the next second he was dragged back into the car by Gin.

Lying on the window and watching the butterfly disappear, Bertrand turned his head to look at the input device in Gin's hand.