The Red Side is Always Blocking My Dog ​​leash

Chapter 5:

When Jun A woke up, he was still a little dazed in the unfamiliar bedroom, and subconsciously rubbed the soft quilt with his cheek.

This is the first time he has slept well since he came to this world for so long.

After all, he robbed the convenience store in front of two police officers on the first day, and then obstructed official business when the police were in action. This kind of person was definitely on the blacklist, and he was still an undocumented black household.

Even if you have money, you can only go to that kind of cheap hotel with no three things. The bed is not only hard, but also has a musty smell that cannot be ignored.

Mr. A breathed the smell of air freshener and sighed: “Sure enough, it’s good to be alive.”

There was only a faint mark on the cheek that Marian had beaten yesterday, and the ice pack worked very well.

After enjoying the right to stay in bed for a while, Mr. A had to grab his empty stomach and get up, get up and put on yesterday’s clothes—

He bought this with all his net worth the day before yesterday, in order to give a good impression to the organization (?) Yesterday he saw instant food in the refrigerator, so he had tomato pasta for breakfast.

A-jun frowned, walked out of the bedroom with cheerful steps, and the aroma of food rushed to his face and made him stop suddenly.

Eh?

The blonde and brown-skinned exotic beauty stuck out half of her head from the kitchen and smiled very naturally: “Ah, Mr. A woke up very early, breakfast will take a while.”

Eh!

A-jun’s brain is in chaos.

what’s going on?

Wait, anyway, in short, calm down and sort it out carefully.

He was thrown by the rum to the whiskey trio for induction yesterday. So I took a plane to the United States, Rye drove him here, met Bourbon and Scotland, everyone introduced themselves, and then went back to their respective homes.

The next day, which is now.

Bourbon shows up in the kitchen, making breakfast.

No, it’s wrong to think about it, right?

He seems to have missed a hundred episodes of the plot.

Jun A watched Bourbon come out of the kitchen with a blank face, a dinner plate in his hand, and even a blue apron.

Bourbon put down his things and wiped his hands on the apron, not surprised by Mr. A’s reaction. In fact, he did understand that what he was doing was a little urgent.

But before he could react, his body had already started the car without authorization, so he followed the trend.

Because I know that Ley and Akai Shuichi are also undercover. And it’s been three years since he was undercover for him, so he’s a little relieved.

This is not good, we must return to the tense state as soon as possible.

An accident is an accident because of its strong uncertainty.

In the bottom of my heart, I warned myself like this, but on the surface, there was a natural look of doubt: “Mr. A?”

A-Jun immediately returned to his senses, sullen his face and did not let himself crack, and calmly replied: “No, it’s nothing.”

It’s just for breakfast, it should be normal…

By the way, did Bourbon learn cooking from Scotland so early?

he thought uncertainly. After all, Bourbon behaved very naturally, wouldn’t it be too embarrassing if he reacted too much?

With this thought in mind, Mr. A asked again, “What’s today’s breakfast?”

Bourbon replied: “Because I’m not sure if Mr. A likes Western food, so I made Japanese food. The thick egg yaki and miso soup are ready, and the rice still needs to wait for a while.”

Good, very caring!

If he was just an ordinary teenager who knew nothing, he would definitely be moved to a mess!

Damn, is this your plan, Bourbon!

Take Karma, it is impossible for me to be raided by mediocre food!

Mr. A snorted coldly in his heart, but his eyes couldn’t help but drift to the golden and attractive thick egg yogurt on the plate.

Gollum—

Mr. A: …

Ahhh!

shameful! Disgrace in front of the person you like (paper)!

The black-haired boy covered his abdomen hard, lowered his head and couldn’t see his face, but the tips of his red ears were exposed from the hair gap.

Bourbon laughed silently, turned back to the kitchen, and pretended that nothing happened: “I’ll have a look at the rice.”

Ah… so sweet indeed.

Mr. A blocked his face and reminded himself that this was just the enemy’s sugar-coated cannonball, and he must not be confused.

The favorability of negative numbers is still there!

It’s all an illusion!

The fried egg is delicious!

Why is miso soup so delicious!

Even the rice is delicious!

Is it magic? It’s magic!

Long live Bourbon!

cough…

wrong…

He wasn’t fooled by Bourbon.

It’s just that I haven’t had a hot meal for a long time.

Food is sinless!

—

Before Mr. A can eat, the rice in the bowl has reached the bottom, and then he stops his chopsticks without any thought—

This was in the kitchen yesterday, I don’t know if these people left it from eating here before.

He gathered up the tableware and took the initiative to contract the washing work. Although he just needs to put them in the dishwasher.

In short, it can be considered to have done something, and the psychological burden of Mr. A is slightly less.

After everything was cleaned up, Bourbon gave Mr A a piece of information: “Your mission goal.”

After all, he is a newcomer, and Mr. A was recruited into the organization by Rum, so his treatment is naturally different from that of other people.

However, the difference does not mean better than others, but quite the opposite.

The induction training for other recruited good seedlings was unified training, but Mr. A was thrown directly into the wolf’s den.

None of these three very good code name members is easy to get along with, and Rum did not ask them to ensure the safety of Mr. A.

He even acquiesced and gave Whiskey the right to kill Mr. A.

It is lucky and unfortunate to be seen by Rum. Opportunity and danger are always good friends.

Not only that, while trying to survive and learn more from the whiskeys, Mr. A has to work for the organization.

Rum is still very concerned about Mr. A, which is reflected in these tasks. He will judge the value of Mr. A according to the situation of these tasks, whether it is as he thinks.

He needs a knife, but not a bad knife.

After all, it is used to deal with gin, and quality is a very important issue.

Of course, after all, it is the first task, and it will not be difficult, just to see if the knife can cut people.

Mr. A finished reading the short two pages.

To put it simply, the mission target is the chairman of a company. The forces in the organization have cooperated with him for a period of time. This cooperation was unilaterally terminated by the target not long ago because the other party had a better choice.

So the organization decided to simply kill the target family and annex the company, which is convenient and hassle-free.

Mr. A: Ah this…

It is indeed a terrorist organization.

This way is Noha.

Bourbon: “Read it?”

Jun A nodded and asked, “Are we going to do it during the day?”

Generally speaking, murder and arson should be accompanied by a dark night and a high wind.

“It’s not us, it’s you.” Bourbon smiled and indicated his direction with his hand. “When to do it is also up to you, day or night, or even tomorrow.”

“However, today is Bronk’s daughter’s birthday, isn’t it convenient?”

Yes, it is convenient to catch all at once.

A-jun has no expression on his face.

Yet another conundrum.

I haven’t figured out a solution for the branch line triggered yesterday. I want to save people but I don’t know where to start. Today, I have an additional task of organization, asking him to kill other people’s families.

can’t do it…

Mr. A has never even killed a fish, let alone a murder.

But obviously if you don’t get the job done, you’ll be killed if you don’t kill.

If it was just killed, it would be okay to say, after all, you can use energy to repair your body.

This situation cannot be life-changing.

Headache…

Annoyed in his heart, Mr. A skillfully put on an expressionless appearance, appearing indifferent and cruel with the addition of props.

Well, although his acting skills are not very good, he is only good at avoiding expressions. No matter how turbulent the heart is, as long as you pay attention, you can cover it up with a cold skin.

It’s also a talent.

Mr. A folded up the documents and nodded to Bourbon: “I see, I choose when they have dinner in the evening.”

“Wise choice.” Bourbon lifted a paper bag from the table and pushed it towards Mr. A, “This is a welcome gift for Mr. A.”

“Ah… Thank you, senior.” A Jun took the bag, which was not unexpectedly a mobile phone, and a calling card was placed on it.

While he was assembling the calling card, Bourbon held his face in one hand, looked at it for a while, and said, “Then it’s the day’s arrangement.”

“Rum arranged for us to teach you that the task is just a side dish, and the real focus is on your training.”

Mr. A: “Ah…”

train…

It must be hard work.

A little regret.

Bourbon: “Because we don’t have that much free time. So decided to take turns mentoring you, me the first week, Scotland the second, and so on.”

“Well, anyway, I hope you are serious and leave here as soon as possible.”

Mr. A: …

Although he also wants to be promoted to the status of Scotland as soon as possible, so as to prepare for the death in the future, but… when I hear others say this, I still have a subtle feeling of being rejected.

Counting the time, Scotland is dead at 25. And now he is only 24 years old, and he still has more than a year left. In fact, he is very well-off.

So leave as soon as possible – only, no, must.

Just so rebellious.

Definitely not a bourbon-craving meal.

Absolutely no.