night.

In the dim bar with flickering lights, the handsome bartender with blond hair and dark skin finished mixing a blue cocktail with graceful movements.

The slender young man pushed the cup in front of the guest with a smile on his face. His beautiful purple eyes were even more dangerous and mysterious under the reflection of the colored lights.

The hotly dressed girl blushed instantly and almost hurriedly took the glass of wine. After running away, she and her companions gathered together and screamed softly.

As soon as the girl left, a tall foreign man sat in front of the bar, smiled and started chatting up the blond and dark-skinned bartender.

Belmode sat on the sofa in the corner and watched with interest.

In the time it took her to smoke a cigarette, the blond young man had already sent away five or six people who came to chat with her.

Belmod watched the show for a while, then reached out and called a waiter.

The woman with blond hair and red lips held a black card between her fingers. She smiled and raised her chin slightly to the bartender over there: "Let him come and stay with me for a few minutes."

Not long after, a blond young man whose slender yet powerful figure was outlined by the bartender's uniform walked out of the bar and walked towards her.

As his body slowly entered the darkness, the smile on that handsome face gradually lost its warmth, as if it had transformed into a different personality in just a few steps.

However, the blonde woman wearing a sexy black dress on the sofa smiled even more happily.

"Bourbon, it's so popular," she said.

"No matter what, she is not as popular as the famous actress Chrissy Wynyard." Bourbon, who had just received her code name, sat next to her and said helplessly: "Are you here to see my joke?"

Belmod's mood became even happier.

She stretched out her fingers painted with red nail polish and gently lifted the chin of the blond young man. After admiring his exquisite facial features, she smiled and said: "Dear Bourbon, I have a suggestion for you. Try it when doing this kind of work in the future.

Wear a pair of black-rimmed glasses, the uglier the better, otherwise you won’t be able to work well at all.”

In fact, you can't work well if you wear it, and you will always get into trouble, so disguise is the best way.

The blond young man with a delicate baby face and cute droopy eyes meekly allowed the blond woman to stroke his chin, and bent his eyes to reveal a honey-like sweet smile.

"Thank you for your suggestion, I will try it next time." He said.

"Good boy." Belmode's smile deepened.

The handsome young man with blond hair and dark skin and the sexy beauty with blond hair and snow-skinned skin stick together in the dim bar. Under the ambiguous colored lights, they form an extremely beautiful and heart-shaking scene.

But precisely because they look beyond ordinary people's good looks, even if they can't see very clearly, their intimate atmosphere and slightly dangerous and mysterious aura make those who notice them dare not get close to them no matter how excited they are.

After seeing a woman pick up a bouquet of roses and give it to a man, everyone feels even more hopeless.

"This is...?" Bourbon took the four bright red roses and raised his eyebrows curiously.

Belmode took out something again and placed it on the table, making a crisp sound.

That's a bottle of Four Roses bourbon.

Belmode leaned on the sofa and said: "I'm here to congratulate you on finally getting the code name, Bourbon."

"Sweet and spicy bourbon, I also like it very much." She smiled and gave the blond young man a K and blew a kiss at the same time.

"Although I'm glad that you like it, the code name... is not a happy thing for me." Bourbon looked at her accusingly.

Belmode smiled even more happily and comforted him calmly: "Well, at least you got the codename before Rai, so it's worth celebrating."

"Well, don't mention that unlucky name at this time." Bourbon smiled again, "I'll accept the wine."

"But roses are more suitable for a beautiful woman like you." The blond young man smiled and took out a rose, leaning over to help her gently lift up her long golden wavy hair on the side.

Then, he inserted the bright red rose into the blond hair next to Belmode's ear.

He even thoughtfully took out a mirror and placed it in front of her.

Belmode looked in the mirror at the blond woman with red lips wearing a suspender V-neck black dress, and the red rose that made her look even more gorgeous, and was slightly stunned.

It's really beautiful, not tacky, but has an unexpected and unique charm, which neutralizes the coldness and danger, making it slightly gentler and brighter.

But Belmode was not happy.

She picked off the rose, turned the stem slightly in her hand, and said with a smile: "Although red roses are very beautiful, this bright color is not suitable for me."

Bourbon tilted his head in confusion: "Why?"

He smiled and said seriously: "I think red suits you very well and is very beautiful."

Belmod laughed softly again: "It's so sweet, but I don't hate it."

She gave up the idea of ​​returning the rose, turned her wrist, and inserted it into the suspender of her black dress as a corsage.

The sweet smile appeared on the very confusing baby face of the blond young man. Then he opened the Four Roses bourbon on the table in a good mood and slowly poured the liquid into the wine glass with round ice cubes.

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Belmod put down his crossed legs, straightened up, took the wine glass and gently touched it with the glass in the blond young man's hand.

"Cheers to bourbon?" she said with a smile.

Bourbon said helplessly: "Cheers to Bourbon."

Belmode clinked glasses with him again, and then began to taste.

Bourbon is a strong drink, with a naturally spicy taste and plenty of staying power.

But when you first enter the mouth, bourbon is actually very smooth and smooth, like fruit juice without any aggression, and has a very tempting sweetness and fragrant aroma.

If you accidentally get fooled and drink too much, you will easily get drunk.

Two months later.

"Have a glass of bourbon," said Belmode.

Gin turned to look at her: "You seem to like bourbon recently?"

Belmode leaned sideways on the bar, supporting her chin with one hand, her long blond hair spread behind her, and showed a meaningful smile to the silver-haired man next to her: "What? Do you want to drink a martini tonight?"

Gin frowned impatiently and chose to ask directly: "You have been very close to Bourbon recently. Do you want to form a team with him and become a partner?"

Belmode has never formed a long-term team with anyone, let alone a partner, and has always been a mystic who acts alone.

Being so close to a member of the organization like this, we often do solo missions together, and we even go out to eat together at a high-end restaurant when we don't have missions.

At most, this woman will only choose a man in the organization who is infatuated with her as a tool to temporarily act together when she encounters a troublesome mission.

"Oh, Gin, are you jealous?" Belmod pretended to be surprised and covered her mouth.

Gin sneered: "I'm worried that you will be played to death by that madman from Bourbon. It doesn't matter if you die, but that gentleman will be very angry."

Then he will also add extra work and trouble.

To be honest, he was annoyed by both Belmod and Bourbon, but they were both very capable, and Gin didn't want to think about how much more work he would have to do after they died.

Belmod raised his eyebrows: "What? Can't he just like to be with me? I still have this charm, right?"

It is of course a very normal thing for a man to be infatuated with Belmod. There are countless such people in the organization. Many people will never forget her once they come into contact with her, and they are willing to do any dangerous things for her, even if they know that they are

Just a tool man.

However, it is obvious that Bourbon is not that kind of man.

Gin said: "That man is not someone who will be controlled by love and emotions."

Many people said that he looked similar to Rai, but Gin never felt that such a love-loving person had any resemblance to him. It was simply ridiculous.

To be honest, Bourbon, who is obviously unlikely to fall in love with anyone, is quite similar to him in this regard.

The bartender serves a glass of bourbon.

Belmod picked up the wine glass and deliberately took a sip in front of Gin's increasingly cold gaze. Then he smiled and said, "I think you're a little overthinking, Gin, you always do this. I know you're attracted by Bourbon."

He was very sarcastic, but he has always been gentle and obedient to me. Bourbon is actually a very cute and good boy."

"I'm going to vomit." Gin said expressionlessly, "That guy is the best at acting, and it's not the first time, Belmod, that you have suffered a loss because you underestimated him."

Belmod put down his glass helplessly: "Gin, is it possible that Bourbon is actually just a human being? Of course a normal man will also have joys, sorrows and emotions, and of course he will have different likes and dislikes at different stages.

people, and then show different attitudes.”

However, Gin just sneered: "You told me that madman is a normal person?"

Belmode put aside his personal filter and recalled all the things Bourbon had done to other people. It was indeed hard to refute.

"Belmod, please be serious. That lunatic Bourbon can't possibly fall in love with anyone. He must be trying to gain something from you by approaching you. You'd better not let him find out the secret and control him to do something harmful to the organization."

Things." Gin's words really exuded murderous intent to warn her.

Belmod stopped teasing him, and explained seriously: "Gin, are you too unsure of me? Do you think I will be controlled by a Bourbon who just got a code name?"

?Of course I understand that he is not really infatuated with me, and I don’t completely trust him. We are just playing, just happy to cooperate and get along well. Moreover, my secret is so easy to find out? "

At this point, she smiled and said her favorite catchphrase.

"a secret " akes " a " woan "

Secrets make women more feminine.

Gin was too lazy to talk to this stupid woman anymore. He called out to Vodka, who was trying to reduce his presence next to him, and stood up to leave the bar.

"Bourbon is very dangerous. If you want to die, of course you can, but you'd better not leak important information about the organization." He finally warned.

After the silver-haired killer and his follower left, Bermod raised his hand to tuck the long blond hair that fell on his chest behind his ears. He showed a bored expression that was half a smile but not a smile, then picked up the glass of bourbon and continued to slow down.

Taste slowly.

She was completely unable to understand why Gin worked so hard. Not to mention that people like Bourbon could not be undercover agents sent by the police to destroy the organization. It was obviously more realistic to say that the organization would not be destroyed easily, right?

It has been half a century. The longer time passes, the more she realizes how powerful the organization is.

If there was anyone who could really destroy the organization, she would be happy to do so.

Unfortunately, the fact is that there are no such people in the world.
Chapter completed!