Bourbon sat on the chair at the dining table and glanced at the figure who was coming downstairs.

Seeing Ireland's action of holding Avi Crell didn't have a surprised expression, but couldn't help but complain.

"Ireland, you dote on him too much." He said with a sore tooth.

Although Avi Clear is a very small one, and it is easy to hold, the other party has two legs not to let people hug him.

Useless legs can be donated to those who need to walk on their own.

Gin, the guy who was treated like Avi Crell as his own father, didn't dote on him so much.

Ireland looks like it's ready to steal Gin's identity with Gin.

If that's the case......

Bourbon was so interested that he even touched his chin expectantly.

He supported Ireland as a good father to Ivy Crell.

After all, no matter how you look at it, Ireland is better than gin.

Bourbon hadn't seen Gin hug Aviclell a few times.

If Gin had been there, Bourbon would have even wanted to hold up a bullhorn and shout "Fight, fight" at each other and Ireland.

"Is this level of coddling?" Ireland put the man in his place, and then sat down in his position, and then answered Bourbon's words.

Looking at his expression, he didn't feel that he was doting at all, but like he was just doing something common.

"That's how other parents treat their children." Ireland spreads napkins to the lap.

But you're not Avi Clear's parent.

It's natural to take on the identity of a parent, Ireland.

This guy is hopeless, completely planted.

Bourbon thought as he cut the steak.

"Hey, Mu Nayin, are you hungry?" He turned his head to look at the lonely hospital bed and shouted.

No one responded.

Tequira just wanted to weaken her presence and not want to be noticed.

"Looks like he doesn't want to eat." Bourbon said meaningfully.

Ireland looked at Mu Mu Yin on the hospital bed, frowned slightly, but didn't say anything.

His gaze fell on the stairs, where a white Shiba Inu was peering over them.

"I'm done." Aitto put down the dishes and stood up.

"I'm going to the company." Ireland also stood up, then pushed the chair back into place.

"I'm going for an interview." Bourbon touched the cufflinks.

He used Toru Miyamoto's identity to submit a resume to the Miyamoto Group, trying to fish in troubled waters to get a position.

The identity of a member of the Miyamoto family.

Aitor watched the two leave, looking back at the rest of the food on the table.

Uncle Ireland asked Robert to make an extra portion of food, but instead of eating it, it was placed on the table.

It was supposed to be for Uncle Tequila.

But......

Aito glanced at the motionless figure on the hospital bed and turned to go upstairs.

With him present, Uncle Tequira probably wouldn't have gotten out of bed to eat.

He went upstairs and left the food in his hand at the corner of the corridor on the second floor, and then continued to the piano room on the third floor.

After he disappeared, in the corridor on the second floor, Bai Yujuan quietly poked his head out, came to the side of the food and looked at it vigilantly, before he devoured it.

And Mu Naiyin in the hall also sat up from the hospital bed.

Cautiously and sneakily came to the table, grabbed the food and began to eat wildly.

Like a thief sneaking in.

I've never been so miserable.

I hate white hair even more.

Tekira thought through gritted teeth as she ate.

Then he made eye contact with Robert, who was cleaning up.

Looking at the robot's green data eyes, Tequira's movements froze for a moment.

However, Robert didn't pay any attention to him at all, and just went about his work.

"Cleaning, cleaning—"

Accompanied by the sound of the robot coming alive and the music playing from upstairs, Tequira hatefully shoved the bread into her mouth.

After eating, he lay back on the single bed and continued to play dead.

He wants to recuperate his body and run after he is well.

Not for rum, not for brandy, not for Grenada and cabaredus, not for gin and vodka, not so good for whiskey.

It was decided that he was going to abandon these guys and fly alone.

These guys are all mentally ill, a bunch of people in the same boat.

Avikrell's little imp is so strong, he must not be a normal person, maybe he is an experimental subject of the organization.

If the other party participates in the physical examination, the physical data is absolutely abnormal.

He Tekira disdains to act with this group!

He lay in bed and listened to music for four hours, waiting not for the sound of Avi Clear going downstairs to eat, but for the movement of the little imp going out.

Hearing the door slammed, Tekira sat up from the bed again and ran straight to the kitchen.

I returned to bed with a bunch of candy, chocolate bread and other food, and hid everything under the pillow and under the quilt.

Although he pretended to be dead, he didn't want to actually die, especially not to starve to death.

……

"Now there's something else to do...... I don't have time for the time being...... "Aito held Daifuku in one hand and carried a suitcase in the other, shuttling through the roofs of urban residential houses, while calmly answering the phone, of course, the phone was held by Daifuku for him.

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Hideki called to go with him, but he wasn't available for the time being.

He needed to go to Shirley's base first to see what was going on.

"And when will you be done?" Hideki Zhuxing asked.

"I'm not sure, but it shouldn't be long......" Aitto looked at the base in front of him and continued to call back.

"Okay, then we'll wait for you at the office." Zhuxing Xiushu said helplessly.

"Okay." Aitto hung up the phone and stepped into the elevator.

Accustomed to the identity check in the elevator, he arrived at the underground base corridor.

Later, after the elevator opened, I saw two figures standing not far from the exit.

"Papa—" He ran to the man with long silver hair with his suitcase.

"What's in there?" Gin glanced at the sizable suitcase.

A suitcase that was almost as tall as Avi Crell's.

"Marie Akai's body, I've disposed of it, who are you going to hand it over?" Aito also looked at the suitcase beside him and asked suspiciously.

"Corpse ......" Vodka silently lifted his sunglasses.

"It's the smaller target, the organization has recalled aptx4869 from all members, ordinary dead people have no value, but her body may have some value." Gin opened his mouth clearly and coldly.

"Leave it to maraso (black cherry wine/maraschino)." He thought for a moment before he made a decision.

Heriga's human experiments do not overlap with those of the APTX drug, and Maraschino is the researcher responsible for taking over Shirley's research project.

Handing over the body that ate ATPX4869 to the other party is the most appropriate option.

Corpses can also be used to maximize research value in the hands of the other party.

"Vodka, you go and order someone to send it to Marschino." He looked at the vodka.

"Yes, big brother." Vodka took the suitcase and headed for the delivery point.

Of course, the organization has people who are specifically responsible for shipping.

Otherwise, those test subjects would not have been able to be sent to the various research bases.

"The arrest has begun, keep your expression in check, Ive." Gin pressed his hat and hooked his lips meaningfully.