But the fact was that Toru Amuro felt the barrel of the gun pointed at him advance a little further, almost touching his flesh.

"You're trying to stop me from killing people." Furukawa Kumisa's voice no longer had the slightest hint of coquettishness when it flirted with him, but remained cold, "Why? Bourbon, this is not the style of an organization member."

At that moment, Toru Amuro thought of many ways to explain it - just like he had planned before.

But all the clever words and tricks were rejected by him in an instant. He lowered his eyes and looked at Furukawa Kumisa who was leaning weakly in his arms.

"Before I explain it to you, I want you to put the gun down."

Furukawa Kumisa sneered, seeming to be laughing at his overestimation, but a smile suddenly condensed on his lips.

Toru Amuro's right hand held her lower back and used a slight force to get closer to her.

Furukawa Kumisa clearly felt that a cold hard object was pressed against her lower back where he was pressed against her.

She didn't need to look back to know that it was another gun barrel.

——At the same time that he attacked Toru Amuro, he also instantly counterattacked himself.

Furukawa Kumisa raised his head slightly and met Toru Amuro's gaze above his head.

That's the look that belongs to Bourbon.
Chapter completed!