Sitting in a little black car, with an eyepatch over his eyes, Bourbon didn't know how many laps he had been taken around, but when his body instinct had given up working, he finally heard the sound of the engine going out.

"Alright, now it's time to take off the blindfold."

Gin's cold and hard voice sounded, and Bourbon immediately breathed a sigh of relief and immediately took off the blindfold.

Losing light for a long time has left his consciousness too tense, and he needs time to adjust and get himself back to his best to deal with the various problems of the boss.

Originally, Bourbon thought that he was going to lose this opportunity, but he didn't expect to be brought over by Gin after going around and around.

What catches his eye is an abandoned warehouse, with no iconic objects around, and Bourbon doesn't dare to look at it casually, who knows if this is a test for him by the boss.

Besides, the darkness is the best cover for all things, even if he can write down the surrounding environment, but this kind of ordinary abandoned warehouse, the whole country doesn't know how much he can find, it doesn't help him, but it will disturb his mind, thinking of this, the little Jiujiu in Bourbon's heart dispelled most of it.

"Boss, he's coming!"

Gin ignored Bourbon, who seemed a little cautious when he first arrived in an unfamiliar environment, and unceremoniously opened the door of the warehouse and whispered to the figure sitting inside.

The environment inside the warehouse is very different from the simple style outside, and the luxurious-looking pure black carpet is spread from the doorway to the corner.

There were also some beautiful decorations on the walls, and the room was equipped with all kinds of utensils, which was a bit contrary to Bourbon's expectations.

Originally, he thought that this was just a temporary place for the boss to meet him, but now it seems that it is not like that.

However, the security work here is not too lax, from the beginning of restoring his vision, he did not see a single bodyguard, and the door of the warehouse did not have the protective measures it should have, it was still manual, and there were no surveillance cameras or anything like that within the surrounding field of vision.

Bourbon only wanted to say hello about this, and he would throw two unused bugs into his abandoned safe house.

Although it can be understood that the boss trusts Gin and him very much, it doesn't look like that person's style at all.

An antique screen was placed at the door, dividing the huge warehouse in two, and the man named Boss was sitting behind the screen, looking at the things in his hand seriously.

In front of the boss is a low tea table, with some books cluttered on the table, and a quaint incense burner in the corner of the desk, which seems to be burning with some kind of spice.

Bourbon sniffed silently, silently jotting down the strange taste.

The warehouse was well lit, and the tulle on the screen didn't block the view at all, even though he knew that nothing would be gained, Bourbon instinctively looked at the man's face.

It's a pity that what catches my eye is a delicate crow-shaped mask, the intricate ornamentation covers the man's face and his hair, and the black robe that blends with the night blends in with the bright light, reflecting a sparse cold light.

There are really no flaws at all!

It seems that the boss does not intend to share anything with his loyal subordinates except for his eyes that leak out on the outside.

Bourbon secretly regretted in his heart, behind the boss was a huge wine cabinet, in which famous wines from all over the world could be seen, coincidentally, Bourbon saw at a glance that the bottle that belonged to him was put together with two bottles of whiskey that had been counterfeited by the organization, and he couldn't help but feel a pang in his heart.

Bourbon suppressed the throbbing in his heart, lowered his head, and waited for the other party's instructions with a respectful expression.

Gin's boldness when he had just opened the door of the warehouse seemed to be gone, and at this moment, like a stunned young man, he neither went in by himself nor signaled Bourbon to enter.

The two of them were like robots that had been pressed the pause button, motionless as they watched the boss leisurely flip through the things in his hand, and sighed from time to time.

"What an unexpected fit, Bourbon!"

The boss lowered the paper in his hand and said to the two of them, the metal ornament on the crow's mask glowing with an alluring sheen.

“Boss？”

Bourbon asked stiffly, puzzled by the boss's mysterious statement.

There was a touch of helplessness in the eyes of Gin in front of him, and he stepped into the warehouse, walked to the screen and knelt on the ground.

Her long silver hair was draped all the way to her waist, revealing a taste of rejection from the roots to the ends.

Bourbon did the same, sitting next to Gin, the environment inside was still different from what he observed outside.

In the corner of the porch and wall, there stood several strange figures, almost dressed in the same way as the boss, except that they were not wearing the crow mask.

The faces of several people were hidden in black robes, and they turned a blind eye to Gin and Bourbon who entered the house, the area of the warehouse was not large, and at such a close distance, Bourbon didn't even hear the slightest movement from them.

Are these people the ones that the boss dares to swagger on?

Bourbon didn't dare to stare at each other anymore, so he could only lower his head and look at the blanket on the ground in a daze.

"Take it, this is my gift to you, be sure to read it!"

A pair of metallic arms suddenly stretched out in front of him, and Bourbon's thoughts were interrupted, and he could only raise his head to look at the other party.

"Robots?"

Bourbon's breathing suddenly became a little shorter, and the black-robed man who was just standing in the corner of the wall had a thing given to them by the boss in his hand, and the metal skin that did not belong to the human was hidden under the black robe.

These people are not so strong that they can't hear movement, but they are not human beings at all.

Stunned to take the paper in the robot's hand, Bourbon once again put on a respectful expression, ready to listen to the boss's teachings.

Gin, however, stood up directly from the ground as if stimulated, exuding a cold killing intent all over his body, crumpled the paper in his hand, and walked outside without saying a word.

Bourbon: "......"

What is Gin going to do, is it anti-water?

Bourbon's mind was in turmoil, and he didn't know what expression to make to deal with the current situation for a while, so he could only look down at the gift from the boss.

Two hand-painted villains twisted together in various poses, scribbled and garbage, belonging to a small yellow waste picture with no connotation.

The picture is accompanied by a few disgusting gurgling words, and a bunch of colorful hearts pop up from the heads of the two villains from time to time.

Of course, if this is the case, Bourbon will think that he accidentally clicked into the bad website, although he may need to wash his eyes later, but it is acceptable.

But the signatures of these drafts turned out to be ......

[Gin and Bourbon's forbidden love! ] 】

Is there any mistake, is the boss crazy?

Calling the two backbones of the organization together is just to let them appreciate the third-rate waste pictures you have drawn, you are the leader of the largest terrorist organization in the world!

Bourbon no longer cared about his demeanor, and his ass felt like it was on fire, and he sprang up from the carpet and looked at the figure behind the screen in disbelief.

"Tsk, it seems that you are not very satisfied!"

The boss's brisk voice came from behind the mask, and although it was still altered by the voice changer, Bourbon could still hear a smile from inside.

"Mission?"

Gin touched Beretta in his arms, I don't know if he wants to give a shot to the boss who is sitting inside or a shot to Bourbon, who is watching the explosion and distorting facial features on the sidelines, in short, the atmosphere is very delicate.

"Well, how about you write a 50,000-word reading experience!"