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My earlier guess was right; this guy is a lunatic, and he's bound to mess things up sooner or later!
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In Tokyo, Gin finished counting the gold bars and looked at Vermouth beside him: "How was it?"
Vermouth turned around absentmindedly and glanced at Gin: "What do you mean, how about it?"
"How are the newcomers?"
Gin actually knew the answer to this problem, but for some reason, he insisted on hearing Vermouth's thoughts.
Vermouth seemed to have sensed Gin's thoughts, and a mocking smile immediately appeared on her face: "What, are you trying to get some satisfaction from me? Is that newcomer really that impressive to you?"
Before Gin could answer, Vermouth gave a mocking laugh: "True, after all, recruiting such an outstanding newcomer, I'd want to show off too. Intelligence gathering, analysis, stealth and disguise, even dodging bullets—he's truly an almost all-around excellent talent, although..."
"Although?"
Gin, who was somewhat puzzled by Vermouth's statement that she "could dodge bullets," immediately frowned upon hearing this transitional phrase.
"Even though he's a madman!"
"He almost killed me, you know? Twice in a row!"
Vermouth complained, "I'm not saying this to be mean, but even though our organization is rich and powerful, explosives aren't something you can just use casually. How could you let him carry so many with him?"
Hearing this, Gin lit a cigarette: "What did he blow up this time?"
again?
Vermouth's eye twitched. So he was a repeat offender... Well, that makes sense, since the reports about No-Face did indeed refer to him as a bomb maniac.
The two known incidents so far have only been of extremely low power, barely enough to break a person's neck. Who would have thought it could be even more extreme?
There's still too little information about the other side... Gin didn't even remind himself!
"He blew a man's neck off and capsized several ships."
After feeling frustrated, Vermouth replied.
Gin nodded. It was alright, as it hadn't exceeded his expectations—like bombing up Shikijima or something.
“I never gave him the explosives; he made them himself.”
"what?"
Vermouth was shocked again: "He can make his own explosives?"
"Yes, I only found out about it recently."
Seeing Vermouth's surprise, Gin nodded in satisfaction.
For reasons unknown, Gin felt much better knowing that he wasn't the only one surprised when he first learned about it.
"While he is indeed a genius, that guy is really a bit crazy. Not to be nosy, Gin, but let me remind you, a double-edged sword can easily cut you."
Before leaving, Vermouth uttered these words, but Gin remained silent, neither agreeing nor disagreeing.
Meanwhile, since Vermouth said she would escort Kaneko back to submit the mission, Sano didn't go with her and went straight home.
And just in time, it started raining again.
Helpless, Sano bought another umbrella at a roadside convenience store. Then, right in front of his house, he saw a little girl standing right next to the door.
The little girl was probably only three or four years old. She was chubby and wearing a white floral dress. Her little feet were bare, which strangely matched the two little tufts on her head.
Seemingly because she hated the rain, the little girl was already standing on tiptoe, her little toes gripping the ground tightly, but the tips of her toes still inevitably touched the water, and her delicate brows were furrowed tightly.
Looking at the little girl whose pouty lips could practically hold a soy sauce bottle, Sano tilted his head and asked, "Whose child are you?"
The little girl glanced nervously at Sano, but didn't say anything.
"I'm asking you a question, kid."
Sano asked again, and the little girl could only shrink her neck, revealing her double chin, and said in a childish voice, "Hana's mother said that Hana can't talk to strangers."
So her name is Hana.
Sano then asked, "And what about your mother?"
"Hana's mom went to work, leaving Hana to play at home alone."
"Your mom told you to stay home and play, so why did you run out?"
The little girl named Hana looked away guiltily and answered softly, "Because it was so boring at home, Hana wanted to come out and play, but then it suddenly started raining..."
Sano nodded knowingly: "So, you got lost?"
The little girl frowned again: "Hana is very smart. Hana didn't get lost. Hana just forgot her keys!"
Hearing this, Sano chuckled and said, "If you're not lost, why are you hiding in front of my house?"
The little girl paused for a moment, then looked back at the Sano family's gate, her big, bright eyes staring at Sano: "This is Hana's house!"
Okay, now it's confirmed, we really are lost.
Without wasting words, Sano took out his key from his pocket and opened the door: "Then take a look and see if this is really your house?"
When the little girl saw that Sano had actually opened the door to "his own house," her eyes widened in surprise.
After hesitating for a few seconds, the little girl stuck her head into the room and looked around, then looked around a second time in disbelief before finally pulling her head back in.
At this moment, the little girl finally realized that she had guarded the wrong door. After a few seconds of stunned silence, her little mouth twitched, her big eyes quickly turned red, and her chest heaved along with her nose.
However, perhaps because of the presence of an outsider like Sano, the little girl held back her tears and didn't cry.
Do you know your mother's number?
Sano looked at the little girl with great interest and asked.
Essentially, Sano doesn't need to pay attention to this little trouble, but since it's right in front of his house, if he ignores it and something really happens, they might trace it back to him.
Although this behavior is not illegal, it still has a negative impact.
Finally, Sano was also quite curious to see what kind of person this eccentric little girl's mother was.
The little girl looked at Sano with teary eyes, but didn't say a word. It was unclear whether she didn't want to or couldn't say anything.
"Want to come in and hide for a while?"
Sano asked the little girl.
The little girl shook her head so hard it was practically a rattle drum: "Hana's mom said we can't just go into a stranger's house, especially a weird uncle's house!"
Is he saying he's a weird uncle?
Sano's eye twitched. He went back inside to prepare instant noodles. He didn't try to persuade the little girl to come in again, but he didn't close the door either.
The little girl was just standing at the doorway; she was neither fully inside nor outside.
Only after Sano had prepared the instant noodles and the aroma wafted towards the door did the little girl, rubbing her stomach and swallowing hard, eagerly take two steps inside.
"If you want to eat, make it yourself."
Sano, with his back to the little girl, casually remarked something, but to his surprise, the little girl immediately shook her head: "Hana's mother said we can't eat food from strangers!"
"Oh."
Sano didn't say anything more, but simply lifted the lid, picked up a few noodles, and slurped them up.
Upon hearing Sano slurping his noodles, the little girl's stomach growled even louder. She could only squat down, cover her ears with her hands, and mutter repeatedly, "Hana can't hear me, if I can't hear you I'm not hungry, I have to listen to Mommy..."
However, as she chanted, the little girl felt the fragrance in her nose growing stronger and stronger.
It wasn't until a hand placed a bowl of instant noodles in front of her that the little girl realized with a start that it really wasn't an illusion; the aroma was indeed getting closer and closer to her.
The little girl looked up at Sano, who was leaning against the door frame. Before she could speak, Sano asked, "Didn't your mother tell you not to eat food from strangers?"
The little girl is like a chick pecking at rice.
"Did your mother also tell you not to talk to strangers?"
The little girl nodded again.
"So, have you already spoken to me, a complete stranger?"
The little girl blinked, then suddenly widened her eyes: "Oh right, Hana talked to you earlier!"
"So you're not completely listening to your mother anymore, you're not a good child anymore, you can continue not to listen."
Looking at Sano squatting down, the little girl's eyes reddened again: "Hana, Hana isn't a good child..."
Tsk, looks like he's gone too far with his stubbornness.
Sano pursed his lips and forcefully stopped the little girl from crying: "Your name is Hana, right?"
The little girl had barely nodded subconsciously when Sano spoke up: "My name is Sano. Okay, now that we know each other, we're not strangers anymore. You haven't disobeyed your mother, you're still a good child. Hurry up and eat."
The little girl was taken aback by Sano's words, but she managed to follow his train of thought and nodded in sudden realization: "That's right, Hana already knows Uncle, so she's not a stranger anymore!"
"Mmm-hmm."
Sano nodded perfunctorily, clapped his hands as he looked at the little girl whose eyes were shining, shouted "I'm starting!" and then devoured the instant noodles in a whirlwind.
To be honest, Sano actually quite likes children, or rather, the cub species.
Because most mammals seem to be very cute when they are young, but many of them "grow up ugly".
Chapter 168, page 167: A pen, a lamp, a night, a miracle.
Of course, the children Sano likes are all obedient and sensible. As for the unlovable and reckless brats like the Dog Knight Squad, well, let's just say they're not good enough.
Sano squatted at the door and watched the human cub eat for a while—wouldn't that mean he'd picked up a little girl and taken her home?
"What do you want me to do? Should I call the police for you?"
The little girl mumbled a string of numbers while her mouth was full of instant noodles.
So you knew your mom's phone number.
Sano shook his head, got up, and dialed a number as the little girl had instructed.
"Hello, who is it?"
The voice on the other end of the phone was that of a very young woman—after all, her daughter was only that old, probably in her early twenties at most.
Sano glanced at the little girl by the door again: "Hey, your daughter is in my hands now—"