But whether it was Rum or Curacao, it was the first time that Ley met and got along with them today. Although Rum did not show up in person, he also received a lot of information today.

Danger and opportunity always coexist, Ley thought calmly.

Bourbon thought so, for more and more important information, or to compete with Curacao for the position of Rum’s confidant?

"I refuse." Curacao's expressionless face.

Bourbon opened his eyes wide: "Why? Are you very bored now? Isn't it good to just come and have fun together? Or are you afraid of losing to me?"

"A very low-level provocation." Curacao's eyes became even more sharp and cold, but the corners of his mouth curled up, "But it's very useful, okay, I accept your challenge."

Bourbon raised his eyebrows and smiled: "That's right. I'll say you're not that boring. If you were really like those other guys, Mr. Rum wouldn't value you so much."

Curacao didn't say anything, but just went downstairs to signal him to start soon.

Bourbon took off his plush jacket and handed it to Scotland. While bent his sleeves, he walked to the first floor lobby and smiled: "I won't show mercy."

Curacao also showed a dangerous smile, and suddenly he looked like the crazy thing the members of the organization were used to.

The two of them started fighting in the hall, their movements almost turned into afterimages. Their fists and feet cut through the air and made amazing movements, which made the group of people next to them stunned.

"They are intelligence personnel, aren't they?" Ireland turned to ask Lay next to him, shocked in confusion, "Are the intelligence personnel nowadays so capable?"

He was so excited that his hands were itchy. Irish physical skills were one of the best in the organization. He often disliked others who were used to being hot weapons and ignored physical exercise. However, he didn't expect that he would see two people in the intelligence team who ignited his fighting spirit and desire to fight.

After all, just from his appearance, it is completely different from his rough style, strong body and obvious muscles. Whether it is Bourbon or Curacao, they all look delicate and slender in beautiful vases, and they look like the kind of intelligence personnel who only know how to use honey traps, assassination and scheming.

Ley also fell silent: "..."

He is very clear about Bourbon's strength when he often fights with Bourbon, so he is now very surprised that Curacao's fighting skills can actually be like this with Bourbon.

As expected, he still couldn't act rashly. The strength of the organization was still hidden deep in the darkness. All he saw was the tip of the iceberg.

Curacao was a little awkward as he hit him, and the expression on his face had completely changed.

"You are strong," she said with a smile.

Both intelligence collection and combat ability are very strong, and they are indeed qualified to challenge her to compete for the position of Rum’s confidant.

"You are strong, too." Bourbon curled the corner of his mouth, "It's more interesting than I thought."

However, their competition was only a matter of time, and it was impossible to really start a fight.

Curacao returned to the upper floors again

Lost.

Scotland put the coat back on Bourbon.

"Hey! Your name is Bourbon, are you? You are very good at it." Ireland came over and invited him, "Let's have a fight too?"

"No, let's talk about it next time I have the chance." Bourbon smiled at him and refused.

He looked around and finally walked towards Belmode, who was leaning against the window and smoking.

"Did you know Curacao before?" Bourbon leaned against the wall next to her.

"Why, are you really going to compete with Curacao for the position of Rum's confidant?" Belmode took the cigarette, turned around and blew a sip of smoke on his face, "I advise you to dispel this idea as soon as possible. Curacao is special. If you become Rum's confidant, you may not be able to maintain her state."

As the blonde young man waved his hand with disgust, Belmode leaned over even more, leaned over on his shoulder and leaned in his ear and sighed softly: "It wouldn't be fun if you become a doll."

"What do you say? Can't I do what Curacao can do?" Bourbon reached out and gently helped her to sort out the slightly messy long blonde curly hair behind her.

"Curacao's hair color, heterochromatic pupils and brain are special, and are naturally abnormal." Belmode shook off the ash between his fingers, "so she could easily remember all the information she had seen, and could be dyed into the color the leader wanted, but not completely brainwashed to the doll state of losing her self-awareness. When she was almost executed by me, she was saved by Rum, dyed into black, and turned into Rum's Curacao."

"But you can't do it, Bourbon, you can't do it, your self-imprint is too obvious, and Rum won't trust you," she said.

Bourbon was silent for a few seconds, then sighed helplessly: "Okay, it seems I really have no chance."

Belmode stood up and reached out to touch his face: "Like Gin, I always stared at what Rum does, and just wanted to climb up the organization? What's the point? You don't lack money or status, and you don't worry about dying in strange tasks like ordinary members. Why not stumble with me and go around to play."

"I will think about it seriously." Bourbon nodded.

Belmode was stunned instead. She was just joking as usual, but she didn't expect Bourbon to be really thinking about it seriously.

I realized that it was difficult to continue climbing up, so I felt bored and gave up?

While Belmode was in deep thought, Bourbon had turned around and walked over to sit next to Scotland.

But Calvados suddenly stopped him.

Bourbon raised his eyebrows: "?"

Calvados is even taciturn than Cohen. Cohen can occasionally jump out two words, and Calvados is so as to make people suspect that he is mute.

At least Bourbon was so annoying and targeted by him, and he never heard him say anything.

"Little white face!" said Calvados.

His voice was loud and loud, leaving the entire hall silent for a moment.

Bourbon: "…"

Otherwise, you might as well stop talking.

"Puff--" The first thing that came out of laughter was Scotland.

Then there were laughter after laughter, Belmode almost burst into tears, Chianti was simply hilarious.

When Gin went downstairs, she was stunned by the cheerful atmosphere.

"What are you doing?" he frowned.

"Nothing, it's just a joke." Bourbon answered first, looking at him with a slight smile, "Why are you here?"

It's ten o'clock now, and everyone is going to go back to wash and go to bed.

"Gin wants to interrogate the mouse in person." said the robot carried by Curacao.

"He's alone? Then can I go over and take a look?" Bourbon asked.

"No, Gin has given me new inspiration. Each of you can interrogate the stubborn mouse." Rum said, "From Gin, the interrogation process will be broadcast live to you."

Kiel raised his head.

"Please follow me to a better viewing location." Curacao said.

Ito Takahiko stood up silently and followed

Behind the crowd.

The castle looks very old, but many of the decorations inside have been replaced by rum to high-tech.

It is more than enough for 13 people to add a robot to stand in the elevator, and the elevator stops on the first floor of the minus.

The underground place was forbidden to explore, so Bourbon was here for the first time, following Curacao, who was easily holding a robot in front, walked into a dark room like a huge cinema.

Curacao asked 12 of them to sit in the front row and then placed the rum robot near the door.

Such a TV-like head appears in the cinema seat and looks at the big screen, which is really weird.

Bourbon pulled Scotland and sat in the middle.

Belmode sat next to Bourbon, with Calvados following behind.

Except for them, no one else sat next to each other, and sat in the first row almost one place.

Curacao left with gin.

The remaining 11 people were looking at the huge big screen in the darkness in front of them with [rum] written on it.

"I didn't expect Rum to be quite good at playing." Belmode and Bourbon bit their ears, "When I go back, I will also build such a theater at home. I'll invite you to watch movies together."

"Okay, okay, but I've seen all the movies you've acted in." Bourbon nodded with a smile in front of Calvados' almost snatching eyes.

"It's okay, there are many other excellent movies, I'll recommend them to you later," said Belmode, and then he couldn't help but take a look at Scotland beside him.

Scotland was chatting with Ley, who was separated by a seat.

Ley: "Ireland invites us to discuss fighting skills with him tomorrow."

Scotland: "Am I going with you too?"

Ley: "And Bourbon, he wants to fight with the three of us."

Scotland: "This is a bit...but I'm fine."

Scotland seemed to care about her and Bourbon's behavior, which was in sharp contrast to Calvados.

Wow...

Soon, the picture on the big screen of the movie changed.

It was the dim interrogation room before, but the person inside was transferred from the sewage puddle to a chair with a restraint belt. A huge light above his head turned down to illuminate the person very clearly.

Including his terrible wounds and extremely poor mental state.

Bonnie...

Kiel saw Gin slowly walking into the camera, putting on gloves as he walked.

Then there was Curacao, holding a laptop, she placed it on the table next to her, the angle that the person tied to the chair could clearly see when he turned his head.

The picture on the computer is the cinema where they are at this time, which clearly shows their faces illuminated by the light of the big screen.
To be continued...