It's reasonable to have more than 100 million vests in the world of science, right?

Chapter 268: Easy to imagine

After sending Bechfinger to the bar, Toru Amuro went to safe house No. 3 with the blood collected in a small glass bottle.

As soon as he opened the door, an empty wine bottle flew towards him.

"ah!"

A scream came from the living room. Bourbon turned his head to avoid the wine bottle, then raised his eyes to look at the silver-haired baby-faced boy who was covering his mouth and looking at him with wide eyes, with a little bit of sympathy on his face.

Bertrand smiled and waved at him, "Bo-chan~ I'm sorry, I didn't know you would open the door suddenly~"

Bourbon's mouth twitched, he shook his head and said it was okay, then looked at Beretta who was wiping the gin with obvious anger.

Because Gin seems to be a little more miserable.

He walked over and handed him the small glass bottle, a playful smile on his face, "Here, what you want."

Gin took a glance and just as he reached out to take it, a figure suddenly ran over and put the entire weight of his body on him.

The tic-tac-toe on his forehead jumped, and he almost lost his strength and crushed the fragile little glass bottle.

"Oh, you got it so quickly?" Bertrand blinked his eyes full of curiosity, then reached out and pulled the bottle out of Gin's hand, saving it from the tragic fate of being sacrificed because of him.

"Give it to Saijiang now? Then let Asti take it~" The boy smiled happily, not avoiding Bourbon who was still present.

Bourbon: ?

"But he seems to have other tasks, so let Su-chan deliver it over~" Bertrand changed his tone and changed the subject.

As soon as he finished speaking, a figure flipped in from the window, carefully took the small bottle from Bertrand's hand, and turned and left.

His eyes never fell on Bourbon for a moment.

Bourbon smiled and looked nonchalant. "If there's nothing else, I'll leave."

Without waiting for Gin's reaction, he turned around after saying this, but was stopped by another childish voice.

Bertrand looked at his back and said, "Bo-chan, wait a minute!"

Bourbon stopped and looked back, "Anything else?"

Bertrand jumped off the sofa and ran to his side. He tugged at the corner of his clothes and motioned him to bend down a little. Then he took out a photo from his bag and handed it to him.

"I can't go out right now for some reasons. Can you help me pick her up here, okay, Bo-chan~"

She stuffed the photo into his hand and whispered something in his ear. The baby-faced boy looked at him expectantly with his big round eyes.

But he had no idea how easy it would be to make people think about the first half of his sentence.

Bourbon paused for a moment, then his eyes fell on the photo in his hand. After glancing at the innocent boy, he nodded and agreed, "Okay."

Bertrand's expression instantly brightened up, and he rubbed his cheek against his shoulder like a kitten, "That's great! Thank you, Bo-chan~"

Bourbon exhaled, put the photo in his pocket and walked out of Safe House No. 3.

Seeing the door closed, Bertrand blinked and a brilliant arc appeared at the corner of his mouth.

He turned around and ran back to Gin with a grin, grabbing his sleeve and shaking him, "Gin-chan, Gin-chan, can we go play at Sai-chan's place?"