【Chi'an】All the force of his surrender

Hearing the familiar roar of a locomotive coming from far and near, Bourbon let go of his left hand holding the exhaust pipe of the car.

He still maintained the posture lying flat on the ground, turned his head, and from the not-so-large gap between the chassis of the car lifted by the hydraulic lift and the ground, he could see Belmod parked her heavy locomotive in the other corner of the garage , the heels of the black leather boots are sharp, stepping on the concrete creates a thrilling echo effect, approaching his position.

Bourbon squirmed his entire body from the front of the car.He stood up, threw the welding tool in his hand on the ground, pushed the protective glasses to the top of his head, and vigorously wiped the oil on the gloves on the overalls.Belmode leaned on the hood of the Mazda leisurely, with his hands crossed, and a pair of slender and straight legs crossed casually. "You're tinkering with your car again? What's it this time?" She asked in a nonchalant manner.

"The exhaust pipe was modified to increase the horsepower, and now we need to install a muffler." He wiped the sweat from his forehead with a clean spot on the back of his hand, and found that the cloth had become dusty It was both sweat stains and oil stains—because the workshop was not ventilated, he pulled off his upper body overalls and tied them around his waist with sleeves. The only remaining white racerback was soaked in sweat and covered with dust and spots. brown motor oil.He must look very embarrassed now.

Belmode raised his slender eyebrows disapprovingly: "You are not a racing driver, is it necessary? There is no place in downtown Tokyo where you can run with one foot on the accelerator."

It's hard to say.Bourbon lowered his eyes, thinking in his heart, but didn't say it.

"I thought you had gone to Europe with Gin and the others." He changed the subject.

"In a few days, the most important piece of the puzzle is still missing. You are very well informed." She showed a bored look, but her eyes kept fixed on Bo himself, and there was a subtle smile on her lips.Bourbon shrugged indifferently, and didn't ask any further questions.On the one hand, the woman in front of him is a well-known mystic, and this involves organizational tasks beyond his authority.On the other hand, he actually knew the whole story very well.

Belmode tapped his lips with the tip of his index finger: "Speaking of which, it's rare to go to Europe recently, and I have to work with Chianti, which is quite disappointing."

Bourbon lowered his head and took off his gloves, and smiled with interest, "She still hates you because of Calvados?"

"Isn't it?" She spread her hands, showing exaggerated helplessness like performing on stage. "Obviously Calvados was just a tool she chose to solve her needs at the beginning. Without this one, just look for it again."

Bourbon was silent.

Belmode rolled his eyes and looked him up and down.Bourbon felt that what she said next seemed to be deliberately irritating himself: "However, I heard that Omega will more or less have physical and emotional dependence on Alphas who have marked themselves, as if Chianti is now trying to get along with other Alphas. The matching is not going well, that's why I'm always so irritable. I don't know, is there such a thing?"

Bourbon smiled at her unmoved.It was only then that Belmode seemed to have just woken up: "Ah, I forgot, even if you ask this Omega who doesn't know who you are chastity for, you won't get an answer."

This has nothing to do with chastity.But again, this has nothing to do with Belmode.

The relationship between him and Belmode is not only threatening and exploiting, but also maintained by a strange tacit understanding and sense of balance.The little secret of Belmode in his hand is still not visible, but now that he has accumulated enough capital to be able to blatantly refuse to be bound by some ridiculous regulations of the organization, and no longer needs Belmode to cover for him, he have to offer something in exchange.Of course he wouldn't mind Belmode's verbal teasing to amuse him from time to time.Perhaps this can also be regarded as a strategy to alleviate her sense of crisis in a practical sense.

Or, more simply, he just didn't bother to explain anything.

"I have my choice, she has hers, and each has its own consequences." He said calmly, throwing his gloves on the hood of the car. "I don't care about other people's business."

He turned around, opened the car door, took out a chip from the hidden compartment behind the driver's sun visor, and weighed it in the palm of his hand.

"All the information is in it. I have deciphered it and re-encrypted it. The password is still the same." He threw the chip to Belmode, who caught it firmly and stuffed it in his chest: "The speed is really fast, as expected you."

"By the way, give Gin a message. I need to rest for ten days, but it seems that I won't be needed these days." Bourbon said.

"Ten days?" This time Belmode's surprise sounded from the heart, "It's here again? Why do I feel that the duration of your climax is getting longer and longer."

Bourbon stretched, flexing his shoulders.

"I can't help it. The newly replaced inhibitor has an antibody reaction again. Before finding a suitable substitute, I can only endure it on my own when I have to, and I can't abuse the drug anymore." He was calm and composed. He replied with a playful and brisk tone. "The organization supports so many scientists, haven't you ever thought of inventing a long-term effective inhibitor? I guarantee that there will be a market."

Belmode chuckled: "Will anyone else need that kind of thing besides you?"

Bourbon curled his lips and complained half-truthfully, "Isn't it just a trivial loss to the organization that I can't work when I'm not in good shape?"

This joke not only failed to win the beauty a smile, on the contrary, Belmode stared at him for a while, and then sighed lowly after a while, showing a "really boring" expression. "You're less cute now than you were before, Bourbon."

"Is that so?" He continued to smile, "I thought I was more attractive."

"Charm is another matter," she said, tilting her head, looking straight into his eye sockets.Her eyes are deep and bright. It is hard to imagine that the owner of these eyes is not yet 30 years old in the biological sense, but his soul is rotten. "When you first joined the organization, you were young and energetic and desperate to prove yourself. When you mentioned the climax, you were on guard and tensed up. It's much cuter than the glib face now. ..." Her description of herself made Bourbon's head go black.

"Since when did you know how to do what you can?" She paused, and curled her red lips with ulterior motives, "Could it be the mission with Ley, no, Akai Shuichi?"

Bourbon's pupils shrank.

He wasn't prepared to hear the name suddenly mentioned.

"I'm surprised you still remember things from so long ago." Bourbon said slowly after thinking about it.None of them mentioned the accident again, but Belmode always had a way of getting what she wanted. "It has nothing to do with that. Maybe there are some truths that you can't understand until you are 29 years old." He said perfunctorily.

Belmode glanced at him, and then at him again.maliciously.

"Speaking of which, you know, right? Shuichi Akai was just like you when he was in the organization, he refused to mark any Omega. But Boss likes him very much, so Gin has nothing to do with him." There was a faint light in her eyes , commented lightly: "It's obviously an Alpha, it's really incomprehensible."

How could he not know?

Of course he had heard all the rumours, and had checked to see if they were true.He had heard that Hideyoshi Akai was not interested in that kind of thing.He had heard that he loved his (now deceased) sweetheart so much that no man or woman could fall in his sights.He heard that he used to have an ex-girlfriend in America.He's even heard that he's frigid, only fighting can turn him on.

He not only heard about it, but also witnessed it with his own eyes.In occasional special missions, how cleverly and cunningly he avoided those frivolous hands floating on him, and looked indifferently past those sensual and sticky eyes.

Was that indifference, Bourbon wondered, part of his pretense?

He broke free from the sudden thought and shook his head slightly.

"Why the sudden mention of that name again? I thought you'd be pleased that I'd confirmed he was dead."

"That's right. I'm afraid you will be unhappy." Belmode said with a smile.She was indeed in a good mood, and the center of her pupils glowed with blue color. "People still have to keep a little bit of obsession. From this aspect, it's a pity that he died."

But he's not dead, and Gin probably wouldn't agree with you either.Bourbon thought coldly, and his face became more and more pleasant. "How? No one could be happier than me, except that I regret not being able to kill him with my own hands."

"Your eyes are not smiling, it's so scary, so scary." She pressed her heart falsely, stepped on the motorcycle, and blinked charmingly while holding the helmet. "I'm not teasing you. I've always had an annoying premonition recently, so you should be quiet. Have a nice holiday."

Bourbon waved his hand. "Where else can I go?"

Belmode smiled meaningfully and put on his helmet.She stepped on the accelerator, and the black figure quickly disappeared from Bourbon's sight.

TBC