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Hearing Belmod's question, Shiraishi glanced at her and thought to himself that she could come to our group.
However, thinking about the difficulty of concealing the double-opening from Belmode... he immediately rejected it.
Of course, how Gin is arranged has little to do with Shiraishi's desire or not, he just wants to think about it.
Belmod observed the longing but restrained gaze of his fan, smiled kindly at this promising tool man, and handed him a cigarette.
Shiraishi took it subconsciously. He actually doesn't like smoking, but when he's at a party, he smokes a little occasionally just to follow the crowd.
Moreover, this is a gathering of villains organized by black organizations. It would be too disrespectful to suddenly say "I don't smoke" and then refuse.
In addition, the cigarette was the hand he had coveted for a long time...Belmod handed it...
Toru Amuro had never seen Matsuda smoking, and considering Matsuda's character of saying anything, he felt that Bermod would be rejected.
So Toru Amuro even thought about what to say to smooth things over - "Smoking is not a good habit. It will leave a lot of traces when tracking."
Although these words seemed to be about Ginjiu, in Ginjiu's eyes, organization was the most important, and what he was about to say was the truth, so Ginjiu wouldn't mind.
Unexpectedly, before he even uttered a word, Toru Amuro saw Matsuda raised his hand to take the cigarette after being startled, and in a rare move, he took off his mask, revealing his whole face, and put the cigarette in his mouth.
His movements were much more skillful than he thought.
"..."
Amuro Toru's words came to her lips, and it felt very uncomfortable not to say them. Moreover, it was very dangerous to hesitate to speak in front of Gin.
So he propped up the back of his chair, temporarily changed his lines, and turned to Belmode: "We don't have many people here who are not addicted to smoking. Don't lead the newcomers into bad ways."
"It's just a way to relieve stress." Bellmode clicked the lighter and leaned over to light Shiraishi's cigarette. She replied casually, "It's time for you to develop some hobbies."
While talking, Belmod secretly looked at Shiraishi's expression. Without a mask, expressions are easier to identify.
After confirming that she was still a fan, she finally felt relieved.
The feeling of danger before was probably just an illusion.
Chianti didn't like Belmode very much. She held her sniper rifle and retorted on Bourbon's behalf: "Isn't his hobby just part-time work? The last time we sniped at Nishibeido, he was delivering milk on the street."
The picture is so rich that Shiraishi wants to laugh.
But after looking at the face of Belmod who was so close, he held back in order to maintain his cold and reliable image.
but……
Why do you feel that Belmode's face is a bit blurry?
Bai Shi raised his hand and pressed his eyes.
My head is not dizzy, but my eyes are blurry, as if wrapped in a layer of smoke. This feeling was inexplicable and sudden.
…wait, smoke?
Bai Shi was startled for a moment, and suddenly had a guess in his heart.
After hesitating for a moment, he raised the cigarette and took another tentative puff.
The smoke in front of my eyes immediately increased, and it looked like a vast expanse of white, gradually blocking my vision.
"..."
Is it possible that this mask... really has no brains? ?
The more I think about it, the more I feel that this is the truth.
The dizziness may be due to the relatively light smoke. After being inhaled into the body, they have no outlet and gradually accumulate on the head, blocking the field of vision.
Moreover, judging from the natural conversations of the people nearby, they had not noticed anything unusual.
In other words...probably not even an ear canal.
Otherwise, Gin and the others should be able to see smoke coming from "Colen's" ears by now. If they really saw it, they wouldn't be able to ask a single word.
At this time, turning your head to the side and blowing out the smoke should alleviate the situation.
But Shiraishi thought about it and not only did he not vomit, he also held his breath to prevent the smoke from escaping.
As a major, ah, professional student who skipped classes, Shiraishi keenly caught the opportunity to skip classes.
...This time, maybe something goes wrong,
He could take a wave of sick days.
…
After lighting up his cigarette, Belmod returned to his original position, keeping a close distance from his fanboy, and then looked at Gin.
She had asked a question just now, but she hadn't heard anything more.
"You don't always act alone." Gin turned to Belmode.
He didn't control this person very strictly, and he believed that Belmode would not harm the interests of the organization: "If you don't know what to do, and you happen to have an invitation, go to the memorial venue together and meet Pisk. "
"Of course..." Gin glanced at Pisk as he spoke, "Once this person fails and is exposed, your mission will be changed to killing him."
Pisk had been in the organization for a long time and was an old man who had seen great storms. He did not take Gin's harsh words to heart.
He chuckled, with a little contempt for the young cadre in his smile: "You worry too much."
Gin snorted coldly. He had always disliked Pisk. In other words, he dislikes many people in the organization, especially those who don't listen to him.
However, as long as the members of the organization don't make too many mistakes, all of Gin's actions will only stop at "not pleasing to the eye."
After Gin finished the deployment and saw that everyone else was fine, he turned around and walked out: "Let's go."
Halfway through, he suddenly heard Chianti shouting from behind: "What are you doing here? Go to the building and find a good seat! ... Hello, Coren?"
Gin turned around slightly doubtfully, just in time to see the diligent newcomer being urged to take a step forward by Chianti. He hit the stand as if he couldn't see clearly, then fell back holding his forehead. The cigarette in his hand fell to the ground, burning a small hole in the club's expensive carpet, and he fell down.
Gin was startled and stopped.
Belmode also noticed something unusual.
She returned to the table, grabbed the tea cup and poured it out casually, extinguishing the cigarette butts on the stall. Then she looked at the newcomer who was supported by Bourbon's quick hands and eyes, and raised an eyebrow: "Are you sick?"
"There must be something wrong with your cigarette! I handed the cigarette to Colen, but you kept holding it in your mouth without smoking." Chianti was also squatting nearby and watching, and with a flash of inspiration, he discovered the blind spot.
She had a bad impression of Bellmode. When she found out about the cigarette, she immediately felt like she had discovered the truth: "You actually poisoned a colleague you just met. Your way of greeting him is still as disgusting as ever."
Gin frowned when he heard this. This really looks a bit like Belmode's style.
And just now he did feel that the newcomer, who was always taciturn, often looked in the direction of Belmode unconsciously. He thought this was another lesson from Belmod to idiots.
Gin looked at his watch, then looked at Belmod: "It's almost time, don't make trouble for me at this time."
"I'm just not used to smoking standing up, so I didn't light a fire." Belmode was also confused.
She looked at the half-soaked cigarette on the ground, and then at Colon, who had "I've been hit and I can't walk" written all over his body. She thought for a moment and suddenly smiled coldly:
"If it is really not his own fault, but the problem of cigarettes... we may have one more person on our task list."
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