Chapter 48 Black Back and Golden Retriever
Chapter 48 Black Back and Golden Retriever
Milton Dove, who blacklisted Bourbon on the spot, returned to his new residence angrily.
After giving Lulu, who came to welcome his master home, a good spanking, he finally felt a little calmer.
Sure enough, only furry things can heal people's hearts.
That golden retriever had better not appear in front of him recently!
Thinking of the golden retriever, Milton Duff frowned slightly and walked toward the basement.
I almost forgot that there is a blackback at home that I haven't solved yet.
"I thought you didn't care about me anymore."
Black Back in the basement complained softly, "I've been waiting for you all day, Master."
"..." Milton Duff doubted the aura between himself and the undercover agent. Is it a violation?
He glanced at the clothing store bags that were sorted out on the ground. They were bought from a clothing store on the street after he visually checked the other person's size.
Akai Shuichi sat back on the bed. His shirt was a bit tight for him, but it was not impossible to wear.
The tight clothes brought out the man's strong chest muscles.
"Master, if the chain is not suitable, the tethered animal will be irritable."
Noticing Milton Duff's eyes that swept away without stopping, Akai Shuichi slowly suggested, "Remember to buy this size next time."
He quoted a new dress size.
"Did you get negative marks in your language class?"
The white-haired young man showed obvious disgust. "If you FBI are like this, go to bed as soon as possible."
"Well, my Japanese is a bit bad.
" After getting up, Akai Shuichi let himself go, "Then what should I call you? Lover?"
Lover has the same pronunciation as the word "rival" in the Japanese context.
Milton Duff ignored the FBI's messy names, "I think you would use your old enemy on Gin more."
"Indeed."
Akai Shu nodded, "But there is no conflict between old enemy and lover. Isn't it?"
Milton Duff said with an expressionless face, "You should take the language class again after you go back."
I don't know what I was thinking. At least Akai Shuichi looked very surprised on his face, "So I can still go back? "
Then I raised you in vain?"
Milton Duff raised his eyebrows and asked, "If it weren't for the possibility of being implicated by your people, I would have thrown you out long ago."
The person who saved Scotland was Team Zero. The level of confidentiality of Team Zero is the most stringent among Japanese police.
If the members of Team Zero are also infiltrated by the organization, then the position of next Prime Minister should be given to Renya Karasuma.
As for the FBI, their level of confidentiality is obviously not as strict as that of Team Zero.
With so many people involved in the arrest, it was easy to find out what was going on. It was completely impossible for Milton Dove to pretend to ignore what was happening.
Hearing this, Akai Shuichi frowned without trace.
He still doesn't think there's a mole on his team.
But Shuichi Akai knew that there must be an undercover agent from the FBI in the organization, but he could not confirm who it was.
"I will go back to Japan in a while."
Milton Duff came down mainly to tell him about this matter. "The ingredients in the basement cold storage can last for another month at most. Do you want to continue living here? Or are you right? "Is the FBI hiding his identity?"
"Can't I choose both?"
Akai Shuichi stood up and approached the white-haired young man. The other party did not restrict his movement, but he could not leave the basement.
"How about hiding my identity and following you?"
Milton Dove stood there, looking up at him slightly, but her aura was not suppressed by the man.
He stretched out a finger, put it against the man's chest, and pushed the man back, "That's a nice thought."
"Okay."
Akai Shuichi was extremely regretful, and took a step back according to his strength, keeping some distance, "I I will listen to you."
"Before that, thank you for saving my father."
"..."
Milton Duff, who was thanked by the second person today, did not speak.
While being locked in the basement, Shuichi Akai has been studying photos.
He remembered the contents of the photo very clearly. It was a nutrition cabin in a frozen state, and there was even a little gray on the surface.
This obviously does not meet the standards of being often used as an experimental subject.
But the organization cannot be so kind as to leave behind a useless experimental subject.
In this regard, the organization has always maximized profits.
Assuming that his father had been captured by the organization and used as an experimental subject since his disappearance, after so many years, if the experiment had yielded results, he would never be what he is now.
In the photo, it looks more like it was treated coldly and left aside.
No matter what, a useless experimental subject can be left behind, and Milton's contribution must be indispensable.
Although the other party's purpose is most likely impure.
"Stop being so self-indulgent."
Milton Duff really didn't understand the FBI's brain circuit, "Now he can be put to use again."
However, Shirley doesn't like human experiments, and will only show off.
Anyway, Shirley has the final say in the laboratory now.
But there is no need to let the people in front of you know this.
Akai Hide nodded and asked very little, "Just stay alive."
Milton Dove:.
"I will not tell the FBI that I am still alive." Shuichi Akai did not lie on this point.
For his father's sake, he would try not to implicate Milton.
However, Shuichi Akai will also find his own way to detect the undercover organizations in the FBI.
Do you want to disguise yourself and return to the FBI? Shuichi Akai began to think about the possibility of doing this.
"Hmm... It's really difficult. Can I apply for foreign aid like Scotland?"
"Do you want to die in the car like Scotland?"
Milton Duff looked at him. "The manor is gone anyway, I don't mind not having it anymore." A car. "
Based on his current situation, Akai Shuichi believes that Scotland is also alive.
But the person in front of me obviously would not admit this easily. "In this case, I only have one request left."
"Master, please allocate more time to me. It's very lonely to stay here alone."
"...Who are you? What's wrong?" Milton Duff couldn't bear it anymore, "Can you talk nicely?"
"I can ask Lulu to accompany you."
Thinking of the jaguar who was very unfriendly to him, Akai Shuichi finally stopped.
There are no handy weapons in the basement.
He didn't want to fight the jaguar with his bare hands just yet.
For the sake of his own ears, Milton Dove, who consciously finished the exchange, turned around and prepared to leave.
"...Who bit you with the wound on your neck?"
Why do undercover agents like to ask this? Milton Dove said in a cool tone, "Your lover."
Is it Gin? Akai Shuichi didn't speak again.
When the door to the basement was about to close, Akai Shuichi still did not give up, "I am practicing my cooking skills. The master is welcome to come and taste it at any time."
Milton Dove: ...
Looking at the closed door, Milton Dove Choose to go back to sleep.
Who wants to eat the FBI’s goulash!
A few days later.
Milton Duff stared at Bourbon who came to the door outside the house, and wanted to slam the door.
"Fortunately, nothing happened to Milton."
Today, Bourbon was not wearing a peaked cap. He showed a relieved expression. "I haven't been able to contact you. I thought something was wrong."
Milton added the person to the blacklist. Fu:.
Golden Retriever is so shameless.
The shameless golden retriever raised the dessert in his hand and said, "I just have some free time after work these days. I tried to make a finger puff. Would you like to try it, Milton?"
"..."
It's almost lunch time now. After Bourbon entered the house, he smelled a faint smell of stew and asked, "Is Milton cooking?"
There were obviously no kitchen utensils in the previous manor.
After leaving the entrance hall, Bourbon saw a pot of potato stew on the dining table.
No trace of other people has been found in the house yet. Has he been here before?
Looking at the kitchen, there were still no kitchen utensils for cooking, which confirmed Bourbon's inner guess.
"Want to eat?" Milton Duff asked proactively.
Recalling the finger puffs that the other party shared earlier, Bourbon hesitated.
"May I know who made this pot of goulash?"
"A blackback."
Bourbon:?
He thought Milton would have preferred to say a dog, even though that sounded like a curse.
"I originally planned to give it to the homeless people on the street."
Milton Duff sat down at the dining table and opened the box containing the dessert. "You came just in time."
Bourbon: ...
Bourbon stepped forward and held down Dessert box, "Tramps don't do these things."
Milton Duff, who was not afraid at all, slapped his hand away, "Eat it if you like it or not."
These words made Bourbon feel a little rebellious, and in Bai Bai The young man sat down across from him, "Then let me taste this... Hei Bei's craftsmanship."
While speaking, Bourbon picked up the tableware on the table and scooped out a bowl.
Milton Duff stared at him closely, "How?"
I really wanted to tell Bourbon that the FBI was responsible for this, and his expression would be very interesting then.
Just thinking about it makes me happy!
It's a pity that it will cause too many troubles, so I can only think about it.
"Average." Bourbon gave his true evaluation. "The heat was not enough, and the potatoes were completely tasteless. It was a waste of such good beef." Milton
Duff nodded, "I will tell Black Back exactly what he said."
Start brainstorming who are the black-backed people in the organization.
The peripheral members will basically deliver takeout from the restaurant, and it is impossible to deliver something they made themselves, and it will be served in a whole pot.
It can’t be a piano bar? Haha (dry laugh)
Apologize or something like that, otherwise why would Milton, who was so good, take the blame?
Moreover, gin has white hair, which is inconsistent with this.
Pushing the horrific scene of gin and goulash out of his mind, Bourbon thought about Rye.
Blackback is usually used more as a police dog, and it is also a very good guard dog...
Could it be that, as he had guessed before, Milton did not kill Ley?
Letting Bourbon's thoughts wander, Milton Duff picked up the puff and took a bite.
"!"
Bourbon:? ?
Is it an illusion?
For a moment just now, he seemed to see something pink floating behind Milton.
Facing Bourbon's probing gaze, Milton Duff showed no expression on his face as he slowly swallowed the puff in his mouth.
He never expected that Bourbon’s skills in making desserts were even better than his skills in cooking.
Compared with what Scotland does, it is simply better than the blue.
Both sides are equally delicious.
hateful!
Why is a person with such skills an undercover agent?
Milton Duff was ready to make a move, so he simply used tissue technology to brainwash Bourbon and left him specially to make desserts for him.
As Bourbon said before, a home cook.
Bourbon, who still couldn't find any clues about the other person in the house, lowered his head and finished eating the beef stew with potatoes in his bowl before going into the kitchen to wash the dishes.
Seeing the blond and dark-skinned man disappear from the kitchen door, little pink flowers of joy suddenly floated out from behind Milton Dove.
It’s really delicious!
The skin of the puff is baked just right, and it falls apart as soon as you bite it. The strawberry cream inside doesn't have the sweet flavor of ordinary cream at all, and there is even a fresh strawberry filling inside.
The whole puff relies on the sweetness of the strawberry itself, which is very refreshing and you won't get tired of it if you eat ten more.
He must have been in the United States for so long that he felt like he was going to heaven even after eating some normal desserts. Milton Dove convinced himself.
When he returns to Japan, desserts can return to normal!
When Bourbon came out of the kitchen, all the finger puffs in front of Milton Dove had been wiped out.
"How does it taste?"
Milton Duff wiped his mouth, "...not bad."
Bourbon showed a suspicious look again.
He is still confident in his craftsmanship!
Milton Duff let him look at her, and his micro-expression management was perfect.
After thinking for a moment, Bourbon tentatively asked: "How about I make strawberry cream cake tomorrow?"
The white-haired young man nodded reservedly, "Okay."
"What about the blacklist?"
"...No next time." Miltonda Fu swiped the phone to release the person.
Bourbon: "Okay."
He thought Milton would throw it away after using it.
So don’t you like this very much?
Bourbon was thoughtful... So Milton still has this attribute?
Kinda cute.