"Oscar-winning actress, Chris Wynyard's nominal mother, and the previous Vermouth." Gin retracted his hand and leaned on the bedside, responding casually. He couldn't tell the specific difference with just his hands. It would still take a test to tell.

"She used to be my guardian. Before you got the code name, she asked me to participate in an experiment," Belmod said carefully. She turned her back to Gin to prevent Gin from catching the expression on her face. "

They called that crazy experiment a 'miracle'. It is said that many experimental subjects died because of it. She wanted to make my life worse than death, and she succeeded."

Belmode didn't want Gin to observe her expression, so she turned her back to Gin, but she also ignored Gin's sudden reaction when she heard her say "miracle". The silver-haired man's eyes fell on the woman in front of him.

Staring at her neck without saying a word.

"I'm both lucky and unfortunate to have survived," Belmode's voice was calm, as if she was not the one who underwent the experiment, as if the person who had suffered a life worse than death was someone else. "My body has been transformed, and

Sharon became the new generation of Vermouth. Sharon deceived Na and Rum and faked her death to escape from the organization."

"I received an email from Sharon some time ago. She said that if she wanted to know the solution to the side effects of the medicine, she should go to her. She also gave her an address."

"You also know what happened next."

Doesn't Belmode know that Sharon is lying to her? Of course she knows that there is a 99.9% chance that he wants her to die, but for the 0.1%, Belmode went there. The side effects are too painful and make life worse than death.

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"So, can you tell me what you know?" Belmode calmed down his emotions a little, turned to face Gin, his aqua eyes were calm and depressing.

Gin stretched out his hand to tidy up Bellmod's pajamas, "The side effects of the medicine cannot be solved." Gin experienced the side effects of the medicine more deeply than Bellmod. According to Bellmod's description, what she injected should be an improved version.

The third-generation medicine, but what Gin and the others were injected with back then were from the first to the third generation, and the effects of the medicine were layered on top of each other.

What kind of feeling is that? It’s hard to describe it in words. It starts with coldness, starting from the bone marrow, seeping into the blood little by little, then starting to freeze the organs, and finally freezing the brain. I feel very clearly that I am being...

After the freezing is over, the whole person seems to be empty, starting from the bottom of my heart, and I can't feel the joy, anger, sorrow, and joy.

It's like a ghost traveling in the world. Others can't see you, and you can't touch others. You can only walk alone, without the concept of time and space. In the end, you feel like you have been decomposed.

From a complete person to limbs, then the skin is separated, the organs are decomposed, and become cells, and finally the cells go from birth to death.

If you experience this feeling too much, it will be difficult for you to have the emotions that humans should have. You will not like, be angry, angry, or sad. You will be like a puppet, but you clearly know that you are still alive.

The mental torture is far greater than the physical torture.

"Every gain must come with a loss." Gin added calmly, not seeing anything unusual at all, "I only went there to complete the mission."

"Are you deceiving me?" Belmode was stunned for a moment, and immediately reacted. Gin never said that she knew any experiments from beginning to end. He just asked her if someone looked at the potion on her back, and then let her take it for granted.

Gin knew something and was successfully tricked.

"Since I can't sleep, let's do a test." Gin changed the topic slowly, without admitting or denying. He did know a lot, but he didn't need to tell Belmode.

Belmode smiled.

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Looking at the destroyed instruments, Gin felt that Bellmode had treated those test machines as if he had beaten them. Apart from anything else, after a violent output, he not only understood his own strength, but also vented his anger.

"How is it?" Belmode gasped, wiping his sweat while looking at the tablet in Gin's hand. The data was very eye-catching, several times higher than before.

After a little repair and a change of clothes, the two of them walked side by side towards the organization's training ground. The reaction speed of marksmanship can be measured with a machine, but combat can only be known by fighting against people.

Bellmode wanted to fight Gin, but there happened to be a suitable person at the training ground, "Bourbon." The dark-skinned man who was called by his new boss turned his head, and Bellmode showed him a bright smile.

He held a tablet in his hand and said in a calm tone, "Fight with her."

Toru Amuro: "???"

"I want to fight you." Belmod smiled brightly, with murderous intent hidden behind him.

Gin's face remained unchanged, and he stretched out his bandaged right hand. The white bandage was particularly conspicuous, "I have an injury on my hand." Even if Gin was not injured, he would not bother to go up. He was not used to combat training, only life and death combat, so everything

His moves are all prepared for killing people, so he has to keep them in reserve during training, which is troublesome.

The fight between Bellmode and Bourbon was actually just right. Without weapons, the two would have been 50-50. Bellmode won because of his flexibility and skills. Of course, Bourbon was not bad in this aspect either. In short, it was a very good fight.

An interesting fight.

Gin stood aside leisurely. With his eyesight, he could naturally see the specific strength of the two people. Although he could not use weapons, Belmode was still clearly on par with Bourbon. After all, he was one of the three core members of the organization.

Naturally, her strength should not be underestimated. Even if Belmode does not like to use fighting to solve problems, it does not mean that her fighting ability is poor.

When the physical strength of both parties was almost exhausted, Belmode was the first to call a stop, rubbed his sore muscles, and walked off the fighting platform. Although he didn't like it, he had to admit that fighting is really one of the fastest ways for people to understand their own strength.

One.

"You are really watching a show." Bellmode stared at Gin with great resentment. After such a high-intensity test for so long, and another battle with Bourbon, she was in urgent need of rest.

Gin handed the tablet to Belmod, "You can do the rest of the tests yourself."

"What are you going to do?" Belmode was stunned for a moment, did not answer, and looked at Gin suspiciously.

"There is a mission." Seeing that Belmod didn't answer, Gin took it back directly, his eyes were light and there was nothing wrong. He came back this time to bring Belmode back. He had other things to deal with, and that was just one of them.

It's just a place. If he hadn't met Belmod by accident, he wouldn't have returned to rb at all.

There was a voice coming from the black headphones. It was a weird audio. There was no voice, just some monster-like roars. The audio was very melodic, like some kind of musical score, but the audio was incomplete, and the recording equipment was poor, so it was completely inaudible.

Produces the original tone.

Gin didn't know how this audio was recorded, or what made the weird sound, but it didn't give people the impression of a positive attitude. The audio was like a demon in hell,

Roaring, tempting, struggling, and despairing, a combination of extremely complex emotions.

"There is news about Keir." Bourbon waited for the two core members to finish their exchange before speaking. "She was in a car accident near Toriyamachi."

"Belmod, you go confirm the information." Gin ordered in a calm tone, while holding the phone and not knowing what he was doing, "I will tell you the rest when I come back."

"Ok~ But..." Belmode put his arm on Gin's shoulder, and his smile became brighter when he saw the recipient of Gin's new email, "What are you going to give me as reward? A glass of martini."

how?"

"Don't make any mistakes." Gin ignored Belmod's teasing, pulled the woman down, opened her legs and left directly, neatly.

"It's really heartless." Belmod lightly tapped his lips, and did not rush to take out his phone to check new emails. Instead, he looked at Bourbon with a smile, "How about treating me to dinner tonight?"

"It's an honor." Bourbon was much easier to talk to than Gin. He also had a bright smile on his face and bowed slightly.

The exchange between the two people behind him was overheard by Gin, but he paid no attention to it. After sending the text message to the person, he skillfully shut down his phone and replaced his mobile phone card. After making sure that no one was following him, he quickly changed his clothes and left Tokyo.

He was still wearing a camouflage uniform, with a close-fitting black combat uniform underneath. His silver hair was gathered up, and he was hibernating under the yellow sand. He pressed the button with his finger and stared at the scope, motionless, as if the high temperature of more than 30 degrees did not exist at all.

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In the desert area, there is a huge temperature difference between day and night. The temperature can reach as high as 40 degrees at noon and as low as dozens of degrees below zero at midnight.

In this extreme environment, Gin seemed completely unaffected. He hid himself in the yellow sand, pointed his gun at the target in the distance, and continued to breathe steadily.

He didn't know how long it would take them to lure the other side over. It could be as little as a day or as long as a week. Until the target arrived, he had to stay here without any supplies. This was the other side's territory. They were now equivalent to

Although Gin's sniper attack has never gone wrong when trying to kill someone's boss right under their noses, in order to prevent someone from blocking the gun, it's better to stay close to ensure nothing goes wrong.

It is easier to escape when there is no leader. Even if they are using fake faces now, they must prevent accidents. It will never hurt if they are careful.

Sniping really tests one's patience, especially in such extreme weather. Without extreme perseverance and patience, it is impossible to lie motionless in the desert for several days or even a week.
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