Chapter 136 Havana’s Collar

"Welcome back, A-class member Caol, A-class member Gin, A-class member Vodka." The moment the mechanical female voice sounded, Caol and others entered the elevator.

"Wish you happy using it."

"It's really just a few words back and forth..." The black-haired boy couldn't help but complain.

"Can't you change a few lines? Chuuya."

"For example, welcome back, Master~ or something like that." He was full of teasing.

"..." The elevator was extremely silent.

"Tsk, don't talk such boring nonsense." Gin pressed his hat.

"Hey -" Caol looked dissatisfied when he didn't hear the answer he wanted.

There were not many people at the training ground today.

Because they were all transferred to other training grounds.

After all, what the organization lacks most is research institutes and training grounds.

Virtual training ground.

"It's best that your grades haven't dropped." Gin said as he looked at the boy who was choosing a gun.

"Don't worry, Gin."

"No matter what I forget, I will never forget how to shoot." The boy said this and chose the gun.

AWM.

"Set the character to look like a gin..."

"You don't mind, gin~" he asked Gin while ordering.

"Boring." Gin sneered.

"Brother doesn't care about such trivial matters..."

"Kaa, don't worry." Vodka said with a nonchalant expression.

But Kaa...

Are you really capable of taking action against your eldest brother?

Vodka thought to himself.

Facts have proved that Kaa is really capable.

Not only was he able to play it, he even had a lot of fun playing it.

In the past, it would only hit someone's temple or Tianling Gai.

Now the gin-shaped virtual target is almost turned into a dice.

"Yo——" The boy put down his gun.

"Let me just say that it is impossible for me to regress~" he said.

He obviously looked like he was having a lot of fun.

The video recorded in the training shows... Gin's various forms of death.

"...Latest range: 1,500 yards."

"But there's no progress." Gin narrowed his eyes while looking at the data.

"Hey...except for a few snipers who have transplanted chips, no one else in the organization seems to be able to reach such a range..."

"Don't be too strict with me, Gin."

"I'm just a child~" He said with a weak and pitiful expression.

"Child? You are always the same as when you were a child." Gin dismissed this.

"The organization doesn't need a kid to be the leader," he reminded.

"Yes, yes -" the young man said in a nonchalant tone.

"Aren't you going to take a look? The two puppies you raised?" Gin suddenly said in a joking tone.

"It's not necessary." The young man said in a tired tone.

…

Havana is squatting.

He takes time to come to the training ground almost every day.

Trying to squat down to the person you want to see.

Of course, there is also a guy he hates who is also staying there.

Everyone in the organization said that the other party was just like him, a dog picked up by Master Caol.

But Havana doesn't think so, he! Much more useful than that person who is nothing!

After the experimental transformation, I will definitely become Lord Cahor's most effective subordinate!

He looked at the figure hiding in the other corner and thought with disdain.

Out of the corner of his eye, he caught a glimpse of the figure approaching.

Black slightly curly hair, bandaged, and kite-colored eyes.

"Lord Cahor!!!" He rushed to the other party first, his tone was excited.

"Ah... Havana." Cahor's expression was cold.

"It's such an honor to see you again!" The boy with brown and white hair and gray-blue eyes looked delighted.

"...It really looks like a dog that has come back after seeing its master." Caol's tone was unclear.

"My name is Havana! I am Lord Cahor's dog!" The boy did not feel ashamed at all, but was even more excited.

"Can I trouble Sir Cahor with a favor?" he said, taking out a black collar with a silver medal from behind.

"Lord Cahor, here it is." He raised his hand and handed the collar to the boy.

"Oh..." Caol took the collar and looked at it with interest.

The silver sign was shiny and clean, with nothing on it.

"...That's it!" Havana looked excited.

"Please put it on for me, Lord Cahor!" He opened his gray-blue eyes wide.

"I refuse." Cahor was indifferent.

The black-haired boy glanced at the other person with his iris-colored left eye, and casually threw the collar in his hand into the other person's arms.

Just leave.

Gin and Scotland left behind him in silence.

Only Havana was left standing there holding the collar.

"Ah, this feeling of being superior."

"As expected of Lord Caol!" He held the collar with an excited expression.

[Sooner or later...]

[I will also become that person...]

"This is the collar that Lord Cahor gave me -" he stood there as if talking to himself.

"Let's engrave Lord Cahor's name on it later." He held the collar in both hands and watched with satisfaction as the person in the corner ran away.

…

"Don't you encourage that pup?" Gin's tone sounded like he was watching a show.

* "A dog's psychology is unfathomable..." Caol's tone was unclear and his tone was low.

"I'm not interested in encouraging him," he said casually.

"Lord Caol..." Just before the elevator was about to close, a pair of hands thrust into the elevator and blocked the door that was about to close.

"Do you want to die?" Gin pointed his gun at the figure outside the elevator.

The young man with blond hair and green eyes has a pale complexion and a delicate and delicate appearance.

At first glance, he looks like a pitiful little kid who is easily bullied.

"What should I do...to become a person like you?" The blond-haired, green-eyed boy gasped and asked his own question.

"The answer is..." The boy in the elevator who looked even more immature than him raised the corners of his mouth.

"It can't be done." His eyes were dark and indifferent.

"No one can be the same as another person." He said this and closed his eyes.

"But you can be someone like Gin." He chuckled suddenly.

"Obviously Gin's killing intent and aura are what you want."

"As for me... don't even think about it. It's too difficult for you." He said in an understatement.

"Then...how should I be like that guy...and become Lord Caol's dog?!" the blond boy said loudly with his eyes closed.

"The Sword Comes"

"Do you also want to be a dog?" Caol said calmly.

Really...

"As long as it's Lord Caol..."

"Please! Let me stay! I want to kill those guys with my own hands!" He lowered his head and bowed 90 degrees and begged.

The organization leaves no useless waste.

One of the reasons why Havana can stay is because of his identity as an experimental subject and...as a dog raised by Cahors.

Otherwise, without a codename, they would not be qualified to appear here.

"Please give me a name like Havana!"

Actually it was to kill a few rabbits...

"Okay." The black-haired boy agreed in a relaxed tone.

"Migru, your name is." He said.

…

"Migru harrier... you're really mean, you little brat." Gin said with a half-smile while sitting in the passenger seat.

"After all, his target is the rabbit." The boy propped his chin and responded lazily.