After listening to the conversation between Megure Jusan and Hagiwara Kenji, Hayagiri Yaya put away her headphones.

The bug will automatically fall off and dissolve in ten minutes, and there is no need for him to recycle it.

Seeing that Megure Shisan wanted to contact Niwaya, just in case, Hayagiri Yaya put a bug on him and decided whether to contact him again depending on the situation.

"..." The white-haired young man took off his mask in distress. Mu Mu Shisan must have found out about Muranoshiga's death.

Do you want to be so soft-hearted... The case has nothing to do with him...

"We are on different paths, don't follow." Hayagiri sighed secretly, not knowing who it was to.

Beside him, Toru Amuro was walking side by side with him, "What if, where are you going now?"

"Organization base." Hayagiri didn't look at him.

"That's just right."

The blond and dark-skinned man blinked, "I'm going too."

"Are you sure?" Zaagiri Yaye raised his eyebrows and stopped, "Belmod should be here too."

Thinking of the other party Looking at the various photos of handsome black men on his phone, Toru Amuro paused for a moment and said, "Of course."

Okay, Hayagi ignored him and walked to the car he drove.

Looking at the golden-beige motorcycle in front of him, Toru Amuro recognized it as a "-R" series Suzuki Hayabusa.

This car launched by the Suzuki Group is famous for its acceleration and high-speed stability. It has a top speed of 299 kilometers per hour and is a lightweight racing car.

This type of car generally has strict requirements for being on the road. Since the driver is a member of the organization, it is okay not to mention the requirements.

Hayagiri put on her helmet, stepped onto the motorcycle with one long step, turned the accelerator, "Let's go now, bye~"

Toru Amuro, who was left there without mercy, raised an eyebrow and turned around to get into his car.

Just like the Suzuki Hayabusa, which was inspired by the Marine Corps' lightweight fighter, the Mazda Rx-7 was also inspired by the Zero fighter, and is even a famous car with the title "Soul of Zero".

While stopping at an intersection waiting for a red light, Zaomi Miye saw the white Mazda catching up from behind through the rearview mirror.

"Humph." We have to go with him, right?

After visually checking the current distance between the two parties, Hayagiri Yaya looked up at the traffic lights in front of her. The switching times of the traffic lights on all traffic routes around Mikka Town quickly came to mind.

Seeing that the countdown to the red light slowly returned to 0, the motorcycle relied on the flexibility of the motorcycle to shuttle through the traffic in the early fog and night, and rushed to the front in the blink of an eye.

Not to be outdone, the white Mazda dodged left and right, using its extreme positioning to successfully break through the traffic and get close to the motorcycle.

It's still the kind that sticks to the top speed and obeys traffic regulations quite well.

Although just looking at it from the outside will still make the traffic police have the urge to arrest the car.

Having experienced driving skills from Scotland, Hayashi Miye had already expected this and deliberately slowed down the car before the next red light was approaching.

Seeing this, the white Mazda also reduced its speed and drove alongside him.

Under the helmet, the corners of Zaugiri Miye's mouth were slightly raised, and he suddenly accelerated across the road at the last second countdown of the green light.

This happened to be an intersection, and the white Mazda, which was half a second slower, could only stop at the beginning of the lane and watch the traffic block the distance between him and the other party.

However, Hayagiri Yaya didn't think that he could easily get rid of Tohru Amuro before leaving the city.

So after seeing the white Mazda in the rearview mirror again, he followed the same pattern and performed several stuck traffic lights.

After being stuck at several traffic light intersections like he was unlucky one after another, Toru Amuro finally realized that Miye had calculated the switching times of all the traffic lights!

Including the speed of driving on the road and the distance between the two parties, he did it on purpose!

"..." Amuro Toru was speechless, this was really a night racing.

Speculating on the organizational base where the other party might go, Toru Amuro turned the steering wheel and drove towards another path.

Finally getting rid of Amuro Toru's morning fog and driving out of the city at night, and soon saw a very familiar license plate number in the rearview mirror.

Now that this place is close to a suburban highway, there are fewer traffic lights and fewer vehicles on the road. The fog in the morning and night no longer suppresses the speed of the car, and decisively increases the accelerator.

Toru Amuro had the same idea as him.

A chase ensued on a sparsely populated highway.

Two bolts of lightning followed closely, so fast that others could only see a phantom.

Fifteen minutes later, Suzuki Hayabusa and the white Mazda parked at the entrance of the organization's base almost simultaneously.

Hayagiri stomped on the ground, took off her helmet, shook her head, and exhaled.

The hair that was originally combed back was completely spread out due to his series of actions, and lay messily on his head, with a few strands standing like playful cat ears.

The white-haired young man raised his hands to smooth his hair nonchalantly, then lifted his legs to get off the motorcycle.

During the movement, because his sunglasses were casually placed at the bottom of the V-shaped opening of his shirt, his already open chest was exposed even more downwards, vaguely revealing his graceful abdominal muscles and mermaid lines.

Diagonally behind him, Toru Amuro also got out of the car and closed the door. After seeing this, his eyes wandered for a moment, and he silently looked away.

"How are you, are you in a better mood?"

Hearing his question, Milton Dove snorted, "I'm not in a bad mood tonight."

Taking out his mobile phone, the white-haired young man clicked on Cowherd The poster flashed in front of the other party's eyes for a moment, "It's really worth remembering. May I send you one? There is one with Mr. Okiya."

"..."

Bourbon showed no reaction to this, and even took the initiative to give another one. A suggestion, "Does Milton really like it so much? Why don't I take a selfie and send it to Milton? Just follow what's on the poster."

Milton Duff curled her lips in boredom and said in disgust: "Who wants it? Your selfie?"

Sure enough, the golden retriever is no longer fun after entering the bourbon state.

This level of fundamentals doesn't affect him much.

unwise.

The despised Bourbon shrugged innocently.

The two of them entered the base together without further chatting.

Belmode is at the base.

After seeing the white-haired young man's outfit, she whistled, "Lucifer, this outfit really suits you."

Milton Dove had nothing to do with this, even if he was wearing a sack, he could accept it, "Just do it if you like. Okay."

Hearing the young man's words, the blonde witch chuckled happily, "Shall I take a photo for you, Lucifer?"

Milton Dove leaned on the bar with an expressionless face and glanced at the camera.

In the photo, the young man is like a king who has been in a high position for a long time. He does not care about the dangers around him and casts his gaze downwards casually.

The white hair gave off a holy light under the light, and the black collar seemed to be both a restraint and a seal. Just one look and there are people who are willing to go through fire and water for him.

Belmod moved his fingers and sent this photo to Gin.

After a while, Gin read it but didn't reply.

It was a pity that the killer was always like this. Belmode put the screen of his phone away, took out a wooden box as big as two adult hands, and pushed it in front of Milton Duff through the bar table.

"This is a gift from Faith to you."

"Who?" Milton Duff said subconsciously.

Bourbon remembered that this name seemed to be the son of the gang leader who had a Russian roulette bet with Mi Ye.

"Since Lucifer has no impression, it proves that it is not important."

Bellmod's red lips spat out words without warmth, "But the gemstone line he has been operating in the United States recently is quite good~"

During this period, Bellmod was the I am busy contacting the other party's organization.

Milton Duff opened the wooden box, and what he saw was a whole box of auction-grade pink gemstones, which were of very high quality.

Pink gemstones are rare, and even if they are rare enough to be sold at auction, one can fetch at least tens of millions of dollars.

The whole box here is worth at least several hundred million.

Milton Dove, who was not interested in gems, closed the wooden box without any nostalgia, thought for a moment, and recalled who it was, "The weapons he provided are going to open the skylight?"

Otherwise, why would you please him for no reason?

Belmode's forehead twitched. She really didn't want to admit that the person in front of her was the "apprentice" she had taught her step by step. "Gems match beauty, Lucifer just keep it, don't worry about anything else."

Maybe it's because he taught at the same time as Gin. The reason was why he became "crooked", and Belmod thought he had found the real reason.

Milton Duff didn't understand, but he obeyed, "Okay."

Bourbon: ...

At this moment, he was glad that Milton didn't have the guts in this area, otherwise he wouldn't have thought that he would use his appearance to show off. What a bloody storm the world has unleashed.

With both beauty and absolute strength, most people in this world must not be able to refuse.

Putting the wooden box aside, Milton Duff took the initiative to bring up the business, "When will the weapons arrive?"

"Next month."

At this point, Bellmode glanced at Bourbon, who had been silent, "Then The gentleman asked you to take this guy with you when you receive the weapon."

After only a few days of seeing each other, Belmod's attitude towards Bourbon changed instantly.

Knowing the reason, Bourbon crossed his arms and pretended not to notice the hostility from the blond witch, "Is it the weapon line when we discussed cooperation with Booker?"

"You should give me detailed information this time, right? Otherwise, you will complete the task. It’s always difficult for me to understand things.”

“Bourbon.”

Bellmode thought that sometimes it would be a relief to draw a gun when she disagreed with Gin, but she didn’t do it.

The woman said coldly: "Even if the gentleman chooses to save your life now, it doesn't mean that he will do so in the future."

"What if?" Bourbon looked confident, "After all, the surprise gift that gentleman showed "It's really heartwarming."

Milton Surprise Gift Duff stared at him silently.

That was obviously a deterrent to the police! what gift!

Bermod, who didn't know yet that he was actually a police officer, frowned and still couldn't figure out why Renye Karasuma exposed the secret of the collar in front of Bourbon.

She glanced at the white-haired young man vaguely, hoping he could give some explanation.

Milton Dove may have some guesses about Renya Karasuma's purpose of concealing the fact that Bourbon is a cop.

He tilted his head, and suddenly there was an idea that was enough to divert everyone's attention, but also allow Bourbon to continue to be noticed, and at the same time, he would not have the idea of ​​​​killing him.

Throughout the ages, sexy news has always been the first thing that the public will gossip about.

Not to mention this group of people in the organization.

Pulling out the junk information he saw at Cowherd's Shop from the memory palace, and combining it with his own situation, Milton Dove successfully found a suitable reason.

So without any warning, the white-haired young man said, "Belmod, he's just a massage stick, don't pay attention to him."

Belmod, who thought there was something wrong with his ears:...?

Bourbon, who almost failed in acting:? ? ?

"It's boring to use, but it's a pity to throw away."

Against the burning gazes of the two people, Milton Duff added calmly, "The boss has always been very interested in me, and Bourbon is now under his observation period."

I know . There was a high probability that the other party was not telling the truth. Belmod still had uncontrollable doubts for a moment.

After all, Milton was really close to Bourbon before this, and he didn’t even dislike his blond hair!

As early as in the United States, Bourbon expressed his intention to have honey trap.

"Wow."

In the end, Belmode showed a surprised look, whistled, and couldn't help but applaud, "Bravo!"

It seemed that Milton couldn't tell her the truth now, but Bourbon was under observation. It should be true.

What kind of observation period is it?

Has Karasuma Renya found a perfect match for Shinjuku?

Throwing away the disgusting thoughts that made her think about it, Belmode cheered up and said, "Lucifer, do you want me to introduce a few more people to you?"

Now there is something good going on in the organization!

Belmode knew very well that if it weren't for Gin and the twins who were there to intimidate him, there would be no one in the organization who wanted to have a fight with Lucifer.

As soon as this news comes out, it doesn't matter if the person doing the massage is Gin. If it's Bourbon, there will definitely be people coming to find trouble.

"What size do you like? 18cm? 20cm?"

Belmode was so excited for the first time. As long as the excitement didn't involve her, she was always happy to see it happen.

The blonde witch changed the topic, "Bourbon is 18, right? Mixed-race people should have an advantage in this aspect."

Bourbon finally recovered from the shock:! ! !

This is not the same as any of the scripts he had imagined before! ! !

Not only is it a little off, it's almost as far as outer space!

In Bourbon's eyes, it was no different than the police badge suddenly popping up and telling him that he wanted to defect to the black organization!

Heartbroken for a moment, Bourbon could barely maintain his expression, preventing the blond witch in front of him from noticing something was wrong, "...Belmod, when did you become a gossip reporter for the rosy news?"

"Lucifer is the one I watched growing up. Big one."

Belmod slightly softened his attitude towards Bourbon, "If you can't satisfy him, I will naturally find a suitable one for him."

Bourbon:...

"No need for the time being."

Compared to the other two, Mir. Dundaph's tone was as calm as a bystander, not one of the people involved in the topic, "He is enough for now."

"Okay."

Belmod couldn't wait to share the news with others. She stood up, "If Lucifer is tired of it, Now, I can introduce you to new ones, they are all clean~"

Thinking of something, she turned to warn Bourbon, "Even if Lucifer is a boy, you must wear a condom!"

Bourbon: ...

Relying on the very tenacious undercover will, Bourbon held on and did not break on the spot.

Seeing that they were the only two people around, and after confirming that there was no monitoring equipment nearby, Bourbon couldn't help covering his face and said in a weak tone, "Milton, why did you say that..."

Milton Duff looked at him in surprise. The tip of the ear turned red, "BOSS intends to make you targeted by the members of the organization."

It turns out that this is what happens when black skin turns red! How interesting~

"He wants both the organization and the National Police Agency to put pressure on you, but he is a little more impatient than I expected."

Milton Dove chuckled, aiming at Renya Karasuma, "I can't tell you the real information. "In this case, this is the most effective way to attract public attention."

If Bourbon is directly said to be a police officer, members of the organization will continue to target him. But the feeling of being completely exposed to everyone and being suspected of being exposed to one person are completely different.

Renye Karasuma just wants Bourbon to feel the feeling of fear at all times.

"You can say we are lovers or something."

Bourbon took a deep breath and tried to adjust his mood. "Or something else, rather than... not..."

He kind of said that word.

God knows he has a crush on Milton now! I almost couldn’t stand it!

"I can't express emotions like 'liking people' very well. Anyone who knows me a little knows my 'shortcomings' in this area."

Milton Dove, who knows himself well, calmly analyzed, "The mouth can lie. , but the eyes don't."

"No matter how careful you are about your personality, your subconscious will reveal a bias."

After hearing his words, Bourbon pulled away from the shameful mood, pursed his lips, and looked in front of him quietly. white-haired young man.

"So, a massaging wand without emotion is good."

Milton Dove easily said the words that Bourbon couldn't say, "It's impossible for other people to watch us having sex."

And after knowing the truth In the eyes of the BOSS, it doesn't matter what reasons he gives.

"I can teach you."

After a long silence, Bourbon suddenly spoke, looking at him seriously with purple-gray eyes, "I can teach you about the emotion of 'liking people', Mi."

Hearing this, Milton Dove was surprised. Looking at him, I didn't expect Bourbon to be so dedicated.

"No, even if you don't understand it, it won't affect anything at all." The white-haired young man said nonchalantly.

Seeing this, Bobon couldn't help but feel a little frustrated. He knew that this was caused by Mi Ye's living environment since he was a child.

How could an organization that never gave him "love" teach him "love"?

As for Ginjiu Weique, including the guy whose name Mi Ye couldn't remember today, the "love" these people showed him more or less contained other negative emotions.

It is true that some people will accept such "love", and such "love" is also very common in the real world, but Bourbon believes that Mi Ye deserves better.

Even if...it's okay if it's not given by him in the end.

"I know."

The blond and dark-skinned man lowered his eyes to cover up all the emotions in his eyes, "Then let's set a frequency of use."

Milton Duff:?

This kind of thing can be done casually, does it need to be specially stipulated?

"As... a human massage stick, you should be available at any time, right?"

Although it was difficult to say it, Bourbon still managed to say this word in front of Mi Ye, and he evolved a lot in a short period of time.

congratulations!

Milton Duff nodded, which seemed to make sense.

"Things like sex/desire have always been time-sensitive."

After the most difficult word was spoken, the following vocabulary words were completely broken. "Right?"

Milton Duff rubbed his chin. , nodded hesitantly, probably so.

"But if Mi's sex suddenly occurs, and I'm half outside the city, by the time I get to you, normally Mi's sex should have disappeared. Am I wrong?"

Miltonda Fu simulated the scene and nodded hesitantly, it was indeed reasonable.

"So, in order to maintain my...personality, the first step is that we should live together."

Bourbon said the ultimate goal.

Milton Dove suddenly fell into a dilemma.

There was an undercover agent lying across the wall, and he was afraid that he would not be able to sleep.

"Isn't Miss Lulu here?"

Bourbon gave the solution, and his voice became disappointed, "I thought that with our current relationship, you could feel more at ease with me."

A pop-up appeared on Milton Dove's head. Ball of Yarn is relieved, but letting an undercover agent live in his villa is still a bit of a breach of defense.

The villa is a rare place for him to relax!

"After moving into the villa, I have time to take care of Mi's three meals a day and late night snacks, as well as Mi's favorite desserts."

Bourbon continued to throw out bait, "Mi now wants to 'incite rebellion and supervise' me. We have been here for a long time. It’s normal together. “

Three meals a day made with bourbon and a late night snack!

And desserts! !

Three huge red exclamation marks suddenly popped up on Milton Duff's head.

"And it's convenient to discuss and communicate in time if anything happens. Of course, I usually won't hinder Mi from doing tasks."

Bourbon ended this paragraph by getting down to business, "You know, there are many in the Metropolitan Police Department... ...Idiot. "

I'm sorry to the police officers who are working normally, but what he refers to as "idiot" is all undercover agents!

"Okay."

Knowing that the other party's idiot was a fool, Milton Dove decided to turn a blind eye. Anyway, everyone was an idiot in his eyes.

"Then I'll do as you say."

"Okay." Bourbon smiled.

Milton Duff, who was struck by his smile, narrowed his eyes slightly and resisted the urge to take out his sunglasses and put them on, "What about the second step?"

"What are you going to do?" Bourbon handed the initiative back to him. into the hands of young people.

"In fact, I should also be hostile to you."

Milton Dove considered: "In the past, the BOSS would only be when I was alone..."

He swallowed the word brainwashing and said instead: "Now you are the only one Witness."

"So, you should notice something is wrong now." Bourbon followed his train of thought.

"Yes."

Milton Dove subconsciously reached out to fiddle with the lock of the wooden box, "But since the instructions are deeply ingrained in my mind, it will make me subconsciously forget and ignore this."

"In this case, it is logical for Mi to approach me. In order to I can tell something is wrong with my mouth," Bourbon said thoughtfully.

Milton Duff looked at him steadily and opened his mouth, "Actually, you realize that the boss wants to instigate you, and you can't retreat because you killed the same kind, so you should find and control me..."

"No!" Bourbon interrupted him immediately, "I won't do that!"

"I'm from the organization." Milton Duff said calmly: "As an undercover agent, you must do it at all costs.

"An undercover agent is a conscientious person who strives to survive in a place where there is no moral bottom line, seize every opportunity to obtain information and survive!" "

You said it, an undercover agent with a conscience is a human being !" !"

Bourbon closed his eyes and warned himself not to be angry, "You are also a human being! You are not... not an object for others to manipulate!"

"Please..."

The blond and dark-skinned man lowered his voice, this time he was really here. He was depressed and sad, with some blond hair hanging down the side of his face, like a puppy caught in the rain.

"Don't always say such things to yourself."

Seeing this, Milton Dove had a look of confusion in his eyes, pursed his lips, turned his head and whispered: "I just said the possible development. One..."

And Bourbon would obviously have thought of it, but he just didn't say it out loud.

"Then there is no such possibility now."

Bourbon concluded decisively, "I am just a soft-hearted undercover agent who can just be your attack point to 'incite rebellion' against me."

"Oh."

Milton Duff said dryly. In response, he opened and closed his mouth, and said after a while: "I'm sorry."

"..."

Looking at the person who didn't understand what was wrong at all, Bourbon helplessly held his forehead, feeling that he had a long way to go.

Fortunately, Mi Ye can be changed.

Milton Duff glanced at his expression carefully, "Then according to the plan, next month's weapons line transaction is the time when Karasuma Renye wants you to 'fall' and become a criminal police officer."

"Okay, I know. "

It's still a long time before the transaction date comes next month. Before that, Amuro Toru moved into the villa in the morning fog.

At the same time, the information passed through Belmod's mouth was also known to the members of the organization.

Now everyone knows that Milton Duff, the heir to the organization, has kept a pretty boy.

Hmm...maybe it's a little black face.

Eating the dessert made by the little black face, Zaagiri Miye leaned on Lulu and happily read the gossip from Vodka.

And the little black face who was taken care of by him is currently going on a mission and overcoming obstacles.

The previous premonition came true, and Bourbon, who had truly become the "public enemy" of the organization, successfully walked away an organization member who appeared out of nowhere and sighed tiredly.

This was intelligence gathering in another sense. He had never seen so many members of the organization.

It doesn't matter, it's normal for beautiful cats to be popular.

As the price of half the success of the cat-catching plan, Bourbon rolled up his sleeves and did it.

But...well...he might as well apply for the protection of the cat in question...