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Chapter 831 Sweetheart, calm down first

Bertrand did not expect his answer, after all, he was still in a state where he could not speak.

He still patted the dust off his body with some disgust, but when he saw that he couldn't clean it off, he stopped caring. He walked up to one of them and took a knife from him, then walked to the older twin brother with a smile and kicked him lightly.

After spinning the knife in his hand, he squatted down and stabbed Miyasaka's neck without any warning!

Bertrand dodged when the blood spurted out, but was still splashed with a lot of blood. He seemed confused for a while, bit his lips, and spoke after a while: "Oh, I forgot, never mind."

Then he continued to smile and stabbed his neck again and again, muttering: "I let you strangle my neck, I let you strangle my neck, I let you strangle my neck..."

"Although I was held hostage by you voluntarily, what does this have to do with you strangling me?"

After a while, Brother Miyasaka's neck turned into a bloody mess, which made Conan feel physically uncomfortable.

Although he wanted to stop him, not only was he unable to move, but Bertrand might not pay any attention to him.

Conan's eyes were a little red, and his hands holding the knife to cut the hemp rope were shaking slightly.

The knife in Bertrand's hand had been soaked in blood, as if it had been taken out of the blood. The splattered blood not only flew onto his body, but also splashed onto his cheeks. When it slid to the corner of his mouth, he subconsciously stuck out his tongue to lick it, and the next second he reacted and quickly spat it out.

Looking at the neck that was no longer recognizable, he nodded with satisfaction, grasped the hilt of the knife with both hands, raised it, and stabbed it down with force.

He loosened his grip and the knife remained standing.

Bertrand stood up and shook the blood off his hands, then raised his hand and wiped the blood off his face with his sleeve.

Then, as if he suddenly thought of something, he turned his head and looked at Conan.

He was somewhat sluggish, his body was stained with blood, but he had an innocent and bright smile on his face.

He said in a frivolous tone, "Ah, I accidentally forgot about you, Conan."

At this moment, Conan had used the knife in another person's hand to cut the hemp ropes on his hands and feet. He stood in the corner, staring at Bertrand.

Bertrand blinked, then smiled at him, "What do you want to do? Bring me to justice? But you don't have that chance now~"

As soon as he finished speaking, Conan felt something was wrong. His eyelids twitched and he suddenly felt a sharp pain in his neck.

Before he fainted, he saw Bertrand approaching him and taking the watch off his wrist.

Bertrand walked to the door with the watch, opened the cover and made the motion of firing an anesthetic needle.

The people outside were alert and did not come in immediately. Bertrand was not in a hurry either, and continued to make gestures waiting for them to come in.

After a long time, perhaps realizing that there was no movement inside, the person squatting outside carefully pushed open the door and walked in.

Aim at the target and fire the anesthetic needle~!

Vermouth subconsciously reached out and grabbed Mao Lilan's waist to prevent her from falling to the ground. Then she turned her head and met Bertrand's bright smile that did not even reach his eyes.

Vermouth's eyes trembled slightly, and she suddenly looked away, her gaze immediately falling on Conan who had also fainted in the corner.

She was silent for a while, then took Mouri Ran to the corner and put her and Conan together.

"Sweetheart, have you dealt with them all?"

Bertrand grinned, and with the blood on his face, he looked very creepy, "Yeah~ It's all solved~"

He touched the butterfly on his head, his smile still bright, and before Vermouth could speak, he continued: "Sister, you really care about them both. I'm really curious about what happened between you~"

As the silver-haired boy spoke, he walked towards the body of Brother Miyasaka, squatted down, searched his pockets, and then took out the gun in his pocket.

There was a distinct sound of a gun being loaded.

Seeing the bloody boy raising his gun and pointing it at the girl and boy in the corner, Vermouth's heart suddenly became panicked.

"Little... sweetheart, calm down for a moment. I'll tell you about them later, okay?"

Vermouth tried to persuade him.

Bertrand curled his eyes and said cheerfully, "Well, I don't want to hear this anymore~"

He pressed down the finger on the trigger slightly, and with a "bang" the bullet hit Mao Lilan's head.

Vermouth's pupils shrank slightly, and she suddenly walked quickly to the middle and stood there, slightly blocking Mouri Ran and the others.

Bertrand's smile faded slightly, and his eyes suddenly became a little cold. He stared at Vermouth: "So, sister, are you going to choose them?"

“No...no, sweetheart, calm down first, let’s have a good talk, okay?” Vermouth felt more and more flustered. She took a step forward, but stopped because of the boy’s cold eyes, which seemed even more unfamiliar than looking at a stranger.

"I'm calm, I don't feel good."

Bertrand spoke calmly. He maintained this action for a few seconds, then spoke slowly again:

"Sister, can I give you a choice?"

"Will you choose me or them?"

He didn't give Vermouth a chance to refuse and asked directly.

Then he changed the direction of the gun in his hand.

He pointed the gun at himself.

Bertrand showed an extremely cruel smile on his face, "If you choose them, then I...will choose to die in front of you."

"Xiaoye doesn't want to be the one left behind."

He seemed to be giving Vermouth a choice, but in fact he was just forcing her to give up the Angel in her mind.

"I......"

Vermouth hesitated for only a moment, and in less than a second she made her choice. She looked at Bertrand and said, "I choose you!"

Bertrand smiled with relief, his expression changing from cold to warm, like the turn of winter into spring.

Bang-!

Vermouth's pupils shrank!

The sound of gunfire, the collision of footballs, the sound of pistols falling, and the sound of footballs bouncing on the ground all reached her ears clearly and accurately.

She stood there in a daze, watching Bertrand fall to the ground, his blood gushing out from where his neck met his shoulder.

Vermouth quickly ran over and picked him up, "Sweetheart!"

She turned her head to look at Conan, who was sitting on the ground panting, pursed her lips, and left with Bertrand.

She was shaking all over.

Panic and fear took over her whole body, making it almost impossible for her to drive properly!

She was wrong...

She was really wrong.

Vermouth stepped on the accelerator without even looking at the traffic lights on the road. She was determined to bring Bertrand back to the organization and ask Sekt to treat him.