Scotland and Rye went downstairs, and halfway there, Bourbon jumped out of nowhere.
Looking up close, it's even more horrific.
The young man with blond hair and dark skin had his back stiffly arched, and his body was filled with the smell of blood and burnt flesh. Blood and mud stuck his light hair into clumps, giving it a chocolate brown color.
But compared to his miserable appearance, he looked in good spirits.
"Rye, how did you shoot your gun? Did you do it on purpose?!"
Bourbon angrily launched an attack to accuse him. His sniping skills were not bad at all, so he could naturally sense that the shot that passed him was meant to show off his skills.
Halfway through the investigation, Bourbon deduced another situation from the zombie face of the rye whiskey that had remained unchanged for thousands of years and the helpless eyes of his friend Scotland.
"Are there new people under Gin?" Bourbon frowned unhappily, "Why do you feel as evil as Rye?"
"Maybe the other person was a little surprised to know you in that way." Rye Whiskey said calmly.
"You-hiss!!"
If the pain of the burn hadn't cut off Bourbon's words, the two of them would have followed the routine and gone through their usual routine.
Scotland sighed, deftly separating the rye from the bourbon.
"Okay, you two."
Under Scotland's dissuasion, Bourbon reluctantly gave up looking for trouble.
Due to the injury, Bourbon was unable to walk at normal speed. Rye didn't wait for them, and didn't intend to break up with Bourbon, so he walked away alone.
Scotland and Bourbon lag behind.
"Bourbon, how are you?"
Scotland's gentle tone was just the right amount of concern, neither distant nor enthusiastic, but concern almost overflowed from his eyes.
It's okay, I'm fine. Bourbon responded with a similar look.
In order to hide the true alignment of the two people. Externally, they are just teammates with good relationships in the organization, so all concerns have to be buried under politeness.
Bourbon looked gloomy. He used his characteristics as an intelligence officer and asked softly: "Who is that person?"
"Code name Kashasha." Scotland replied, "The sniper level is about the same as mine."
On par with Scotland? Bourbon thought, that could be regarded as the top group in the action team.
"Cachacha?" Bourbon asked and answered, "Brazilian white rum? No, it doesn't seem to be rum. I've never heard of this code name."
Scotland lowered his voice and described Kashasha's performance during the mission.
"Sharp, jumpy, neurotic, and vicious." Bourbon profiled Kashasha's character through Scotland's description.
"If he can guess your thoughts casually, his reasoning ability is not bad. As for some rigid and exaggerated actions...is he a performative personality?"
It was a bit stiff to maintain one posture for a long time. Bourbon straightened up subconsciously, his expression distorted in pain.
Scotland thought for a moment, then took out the bottle of white wound medicine and handed it to Bourbon.
"Does it work?"
Bourbon sprayed a little on the back of his hand and sniffed it closely: "It can be used. It's a good medicine."
"I'll give you medicine when we get back to the car." Scotland said.
The two quickened their pace. Rye Whiskey, who had already arrived at his destination, was slowly leaning against the car and smoking.
"I'll apply the medicine for Bourbon. You drive the car." Scotland threw the car keys to Rye.
Bourbon snorted in displeasure.
The wound was large, showing a strange pink color, and was leaking body fluids, with a series of yellow blisters on the edge.
The clothes were half stuck to the wound, and Scotland didn't dare to pull them. He carefully used scissors to separate the clothes. During this process, Bourbon kept gasping, but his body remained motionless.
It's just a superficial second degree burn.
Scotland was very lucky that the unknown red and black object around the wound was burnt clothing rather than skin. He sprayed the potion evenly.
After the medicine dries, a white film forms on the wound. Bourbon's suppressed expression calmed down.
Scotland shook his aching hand, and the cell phone attached to the side of his leg vibrated slightly.
Scotland checked the email, his expression gradually becoming colder.
What's wrong? Bourbon asked with his eyes.
Distilleries often need to keep their personal missions confidential, and Bourbon cannot ask directly.
"It's nothing," Scotland smiled, "Maybe the three of us will be separated in the future."
He recalled Gin's order:
From now on, your regular partner will be Kashasha.
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after one day.
Mika Town, near Teitan High School, 8:10 am.
Today is a working day, the crowd is in a hurry, and the high school students who are about to be late rush to school in a hurry.
Scotland was wearing a foggy blue sweatshirt, carrying a bass bag, and carrying a bulky suitcase. He stood in deep thought on a crowded street.
So why did Kashasha set the meeting point here?
"Are all criminals these days... so arrogant?" He murmured to himself.
"It has nothing to do with arrogance, why is he hiding in the city?" Kashasha's voice suddenly sounded behind Scotland.
Silent, like a ghost.
Scotland turned around, his muscles tensing subconsciously.
He had already experienced being frightened by Kashasha, and his reaction was not as violent as the first time.
Kashasha still looks like a bad boy. This time he wears glasses and his round earrings turned into stars.
"I came ten minutes early. You're very punctual, Kage-kun - by the way, can I call you Kage-kun?"
Kashaxia took the suitcase from Scotland's hand naturally, as if they were good friends.
"Of course." Scotland followed Kashasha, "What's your name?"
"Kawakami Sumi, Kawakami Sumi." Kashaxia paused, "You can call me whatever you want, first or last name."
"Sumio? (Cheng Sheng)" Scotland didn't hear clearly.
"Sumi, 済. End, meaning termination." Kashasha explained, "Of course, this sound is not usually used when '済' is used as a person's name."
It doesn't sound like your real name. Sumi also means ash ink, which is the same as Kashasha's hair color.
The two of them entered the residential area. Their luggage was a bit heavy, so they each carried one end.
"It's your real name." Kashasha said suddenly.
Scotland's hand shook and the box hit the ground.
For the second time, Kashasha guessed his idea.
"No, this is a very interesting chatting technique." Kashasha explained, "First analyze the general idea that the audience will have, and then make a general response to cater to this idea. It doesn't matter even if you don't guess, because the response can be related to The content of the previous chat matches, so it doesn’t sound too abrupt.”
"It's very suitable for showing off or showing off." Kashasha shrugged, "I've been studying this recently, it's quite fun."
Scotland didn't know how to answer Kashasha.
Such a familiar and talkative character... He never thought that there would be such a person in a place with such a bloody and terrifying atmosphere.
"Actually, your guess is quite accurate, Ka-Kawakami."
"Ah, thank you for supporting me." Kashasha was very happy. "Come a few more times, and once you are mentally prepared, it won't work so well."
