Chapter 38: Snail Bourbon The

Bourbon car drove so steadily that Milton Dove almost fell asleep.

Of course, with amazing perseverance, he could not close his eyes.

To avoid actually falling asleep next to the undercover agent, Milton Dove turned his tired brain around and diverted his attention.

It stands to reason that his current mental state is within the range of frailty, but his "sub-personality" has not appeared.

The "sub-personality" was severely suppressed. Apart from Karasuma Renye's recovery, it cannot be ruled out that it was due to something he had done before he lost his memory.

Not long ago, Milton Duff discovered that the firewall he had set up outside the real information of the three undercover agents had been touched.

The person who touched it had a sense of recklessness that did not understand the concealment of cyber attacks, and his behavior was very bold, but no one at the Metropolitan Police Department noticed it.

After careful investigation, Milton Duff discovered that it was not a rookie at the Metropolitan Police Department, but the unknown toucher who had magically bypassed all the traps that would trigger the alarm and pointed directly to the most secret place.

Just like a real person who sees a puddle on the road will definitely avoid it subconsciously, the same is true for the feeling given to him by the person who touches it.

Milton Dove tracked down the other party, but found nothing. In order to confirm the result, he later went to see Hiroki Sawada, who was also studying at MIT.

Hiroki Sawada gave a different answer. He believed that the other party's behavior was very similar to the artificial intelligence he was studying.

"If brother Mia wants to track the other party, I will try my best."

"No."

Hayagiri Yaye quickly made a guess in her heart, and combined with the clues she first received in the mall, "Hiroki, forget about this. "

Including your artificial intelligence, you must not let anyone know."

Out of trust in Hayagiri, Hiroki Sawada agreed, "Don't worry, I will build a protective net."

He replied from the memory . God's Milton Dove feels that she is really at a loss!

The Japanese police and FBI didn't do a single good thing for him, yet he just wiped so many butts of others silently!

So annoying!

It’s simply a bad fate!

Bourbon, who was driving, glanced at the white-haired boy. Was it his imagination? Milton seemed to suddenly become a little irritable.

Milton Duff, who noticed his gaze, puffed up her cheeks and said, "Quiet."

Bourbon:?

Bourbon silently cleared his mind.

Milton Dove did not look at him.

The online world is so huge. If you really upload your consciousness into it, you will just get lost in it instantly and become one with the data.

And Karasuma Renya is still able to have a clear sense of self today, it must be because there is an anchor holding him.

Could it be this "sub-personality" in his head?

According to Milton Duff’s inference, electronic ghosts should now only be able to extract keywords from the network or communications, but cannot conduct real-time multi-directional monitoring.

If it weren't for the fact that the undercovers and their contacts basically communicated offline and used independent channels when processing work documents, Bourbon and Ley would also be exposed now.

But as time goes by, Karasuma Renya will definitely continue to evolve, and most firewalls on the market will no longer work against him.

Seeing the manor appear in front of her eyes, Milton Duff didn't think any more and decisively opened the door and got out of the car.

"Bye!"

Bourbon raised his eyebrows, wrote down the address of the manor, and left without any complaints.

Judging from Milton's usual comments about staying up late, it would be best if he didn't take offense to them now.

It wasn't until the moment the door closed that Zaugiri Miye couldn't control her body and slid down against the door panel.

Lulu quickly came over and pushed her head against him, trying to get her master to lie down on the bed.

"Just let me sit down for a while."

Zaagiri Miye hugged Lulu. The technology of consciousness transfer was by no means something that could be achieved overnight. Countless experimental subjects were needed before that.

Animal experimentation is undoubtedly the simplest, quickest and unobtrusive one.

"...Who are you? Lulu?"

Lulu purred from her throat and wrapped her tail around her master's wrist.

"Okay, go back to bed and sleep."

Hayagiri stood up on her legs and reluctantly walked to the bedroom. She didn't bother to change her clothes, so she just fell on the bed and rolled up the quilt and fell asleep.

Lulu, who was under the bed, carefully bit off her master's shoes with her teeth, then jumped onto the bed and tried her best to stuff her huge body into the arms of the white-haired boy.

Faintly feeling the high body temperature of the fur next to her, Zaowu fell into a deeper sleep.

The next morning, I was woken up by a knock on the door.

Lulu stared at the direction of the sound coming from the door warily, staying by her master's side without leaving.

"..."

Zaagiri Yaye wanted to ignore it, but she couldn't.

"Lulu, open the door and let him in."

Lulu jumped out of bed obediently and disappeared from the bedroom door in a blink of an eye.

Taking advantage of this time, Zaugiri went to take a shower and change clothes.

When he came out in his bathrobe, what he saw was the scene where Bourbon tried to seduce Lulu with raw meat.

Lulu squatted there, not even looking at the raw meat, and stared intently at the blond and dark-skinned man.

Milton Dove:.

Seeing someone coming out, Bourbon naturally put away the raw meat and said hello: "Good morning, Milton."

His eyes met the dripping hair of the white-haired boy, and Bourbon clearly saw water droplets sliding down the collar of his bathrobe. , submerged into the other party's slightly open chest.

So it turned out that the door was not opened because I was taking a shower?

Before silently looking away, Bourbon noticed that Milton was still wearing the necklace and gems.

Bourbon still wore a peaked cap today, and his blond hair was covered, which made him look less obtrusive to Milton Dove.

So despite being woken up, Milton Duff still nodded to him, "Aren't you sleepy after only sleeping for three hours?"

Why are you so able to survive after coming to the United States?

Don't understand.

What puzzled him the most was that even though Bourbon stayed up all night, nothing happened to his body. He was even healthier than Gin who had undergone physical experiments.

This is no longer a matter of incomprehension.

This unscientific!

"Are you okay?"

Under the gaze of everyone, Bourbon put the breakfast in his hand on the table, "I'm used to it."

Hearing this, Milton Dove curled her lips, sat down directly at the dining table, and picked up his breakfast as a matter of course. The breakfast he brought, "What's the matter with coming here so early in the morning?"

Bourbon sat down across from him, "Can't you come if you have nothing to do? I am Lord Milton's subordinate after all."

Milton Duff waved towards him Shaking the sandwich in his hand, "You are quite leisurely?"

Bourbon smiled, "I accidentally made too much in the morning. I thought Milton had not had breakfast, so I brought it here."

Milton Duff:...

Why do you guys have the same excuses?

After thinking about it, the white-haired boy who had already looked away took a bite of the sandwich.

He was indeed hungry, so why did he have to fight against his stomach?

Besides, I ate all the Scottish desserts, not to mention the bourbon sandwiches.

"..." Milton Dove chewed the sandwich in his mouth and said nothing.

Do Japanese undercover police officers really need to undergo culinary training?

One is from Scotland and the other is from Bourbon. Why are their cooking skills so good?

Milton Duff, who was determined not to be corrupted by the delicacies brought by the undercover, swallowed the sandwich in his mouth, "You can do whatever you want, I have something to do."

"Lulu, look at him."

Bourbon, who was about to speak:...

The man lowered his head and met a pair of golden beast eyes.

Bellmod's words are sometimes somewhat true.

If you want to get close to Milton, you really have to get rid of the big cat next to him first.

Bourbon picked up the raw meat again, "Do you want to eat it?"

Lulu flicked her tail, unmoved.

"0w0"

Milton Duff actually had nothing to do today. He admitted that he did it on purpose.

Back in the room, Milton Dove lazily lay back on the bed, staring at the ceiling to empty his mind and replenish the sleepiness caused by being forced to wake up early.

In the living room, Bourbon stood up tentatively and found that Lulu didn't stop him.

Seeing this, Bourbon put away the garbage on the table and observed the entire living room.

A large cat climbing frame occupies most of the living room, and there are several pieces of clothing piled on the sofa where the remaining people are sitting. I don't know whether they were worn or confiscated after being washed.

The room was generally tidy, and someone was obviously responsible for cleaning it regularly. Bourbon glanced at the kitchen, which was horribly clean, and not a single kitchen utensil was used.

It seems that whoever prepared the house did not expect Milton to cook for himself.

Bourbon raised his eyebrows, and seeing that Lulu still didn't stop him, he simply started walking around the house.

When Milton Duff left the room again, he found that the living room seemed to be a degree brighter.

Milton Dove:?

He took a look and saw that the unworn clothes were neatly folded on the sofa, and the worn ones were put into the washing machine.

The curtains that had been covered in the living room were opened, as were the floor-to-ceiling windows. The breeze blew through, bringing in a faint scent of roses.

Milton Duff smelled the roses in the green belt on the street.

"..." What kind of alternative version of the snail girl is this?

Even the leopard fur that fell on the ground was gone.

When Bo Tianluo Ben saw someone coming out, he said very calmly: "I saw that Lulu didn't stop me, so I helped you tidy up the house a little bit."

Milton Duff looked at him with unclear meaning, you call this a little bit ?

Lulu would not let Bourbon go to important places. Bourbon also knew where he could look freely and where he couldn't. He only moved in places like the living room, kitchen and bathroom.

And everything he went through was basically brand new.

Milton Duff hesitated, thought for a while, and pulled out a comb, "If you have the energy, help me comb Lulu's hair."

"Don't worry, Lulu won't bite you as long as I'm here."

Bourbon took the comb hesitantly, lowered his head and looked at each other again with the leopard who was not interested in him.

Lulu made a low purring sound from her throat.

Bourbon blinked, "Then I'll rely on Milton for protection."

Milton Duff snorted and motioned for him to go outside to the balcony to comb his hair.

It's Lulu's moulting season recently, and the hair that comes out when she combs it makes people wonder if it's about to go bald.

"Lulu is a lady. It's very rude for you to think like this."

Bourbon stopped combing his hair and did not look up. The brim of his hat covered his expression. "Then I apologize to Lulu."

"... But does Milton also want to apologize to me?"

"No way."

Milton Duff squatted down next to Bourbon, "Unless he comes to me without clothes and becomes a fool who knows nothing. Otherwise, all your clues and thoughts will automatically enter my head. "

To be honest, he doesn't want to analyze these things all day long, but he will never forget it after seeing it. The brain will always automatically analyze the clues it receives, Milton Dove. It's also very tiring.

Having said this, the white-haired boy took out a lollipop from nowhere and stuffed it into his mouth, biting it.

Bourbon did not answer, realizing that everyone was transparent in Milton's eyes.

The negotiations seemed asymmetric from the start.

What a terrifying and cheating ability.

How could such a person be captured by the organization?

If it is one's own personnel, it will be a very reassuring existence, but if it is the enemy...

If it is impossible to instigate rebellion, when necessary, you may have to deal with the opponent first.

Milton Duff accepted Bourbon's idea well. After all, he could not ask an undercover policeman to unconditionally protect the heir of the organization.

Bourbon's eyes flashed slightly, "I came mainly to thank Milton for saving him."

One code after another, Milton wanted to catch him, but he would not forget the fact that the other party saved Hiro.

This can also be regarded as a matter of making up for the past. Bourbon will try his best within the legal scope to help Milton shorten his sentence and wait for him to be released from prison.

"Did you thank the wrong person?"

Milton Dove tilted his head, and the lollipop in his mouth was only a thin white stick. "Is it really okay to put the credit of others on my head without permission?"

"Yes. "Is that so?" Bourbon said noncommittally, "Let's just pretend that I accidentally thanked the wrong person."

The other party refused to admit it, and Bourbon had no choice at the moment.

The combed black leopard fur formed a hill on the balcony, like a small Lulu.

Milton Duff found a bag and collected the leopard hairs.

"Since Milton can see what I'm thinking, can I ask about Ley?"

Bourbon felt very contradictory. If Milton had found all the undercover agents in one go before, why was it so easy now? Let them go? Even helped Hiro escape.

"No." Milton Duff refused decisively.

"Is it really not possible?"

Bourbon raised his head, a sly look flashed in his purple-gray eyes, as if he was planning to do something bad. "Ley doesn't know that he has been exposed, right?"

"..."

"I can help. Milton designed him to reveal his flaws, and leaving so many... is always risky, and it will be difficult to explain to that person in the future."

Knowing that his thoughts would be seen through, Bourbon simply said his own. Some real thoughts.

The blond and dark-skinned man seemed to sincerely help others think about it, "If Milton needs... to do anything, just leave me alone."

"No matter what, I can help Milton do it."