It's reasonable to have more than 100 million vests in the world of science, right?

Chapter 721 Although it is unethical to deceive others

Because he was really worried, Toru Amuro put down the work in his hands and went back to the safe house.

As he thought, he saw Berger in a cloak here, but what surprised him was that Gin, Vermouth, even Chianti and Berry were also here.

Seeing him appear, Chianti couldn't help but raise an eyebrow, "Hey, isn't this Bourbon? Are you rushing back to watch the show as well?"

Bourbon: "..."

He didn't pay much attention to them, but turned to look at Bechfinger.

Chianti didn't care, after all, their attention was more focused on Asti and Bertrand.

At this moment, Bertrand was standing in front of him, holding a knife in his hand and pointing it at Bechfinger in the air. He looked conflicted, as if he was wondering where to start.

And Bechfinger just stood there, motionless and silent, looking as if he had acquiesced in his negligence.

Bertrand was laughing adorably, and his tone of voice was sweet, "You didn't protect Qian-chan well, so I'm going to punish you now~"

After he said that, he raised the knife in his hand and was about to stab Bechfinger in the shoulder.

Bourbon looked like he was watching a show, but in fact his fingertips were twitching with nervousness. He almost forgot what Bechfinger had told him, "Don't act too familiar with him," and rushed over to slap Bertrand's hand away.

But his strong willpower allowed him to put this thought aside in an instant.

As he pretended to be calm, Bertranci suddenly stopped his hand, and the tip of the knife was only two centimeters away from Bechfinger.

"No, I really hate Asti right now, so I don't want the blood to spray on me..."

He took back the knife and muttered to himself in a voice that everyone could hear. Then he paused for two seconds and suddenly turned to look at Bourbon. The expression on his face turned into a bright smile, "Bourbon~"

"What do you want me to do?" Bourbon's inner alarm bells rang loudly. He even knew clearly what Bertranci would ask him to do next.

"Come and help me~" Bertrand said with a smile. Without waiting for him to refuse, he trotted over and pushed him in front of Bechfinger, put the knife in his hand into his hand, and then ran to the sofa and sat down to watch the show.

Although the others were puzzled by Bertrand's behavior, they also felt that his behavior was reasonable, so they just looked at Bourbon silently without saying anything.

Bertrand, who was sitting on the sofa with a good look on his face, looked at Bourbon with a smile and said, "Stab him in the shoulder~"

Bourbon clenched the knife in his hand slightly, with a myriad of thoughts in his mind. He slowly raised his hand holding the knife, but stopped when it was halfway down.

"You're not going to do anything to me later, accusing me of harming members of the organization for no reason, are you?"

He turned and stared at Bertrand with a half-smile.

Bertrand blinked and said in confusion, "Why do you think so? Didn't I ask you to do it?"

Seeing that he looked innocent but actually would not tolerate any refusal, Bourbon felt a little depressed. He glanced at the others who were mostly watching the show, and finally his gaze fell on Bechfinger, who was as tall as a statue, without raising the knife in his hand.

Seeing this, Bertrand smiled and threw a fire, "What's the matter, Bourbon? Are you so reluctant to do it?"

Barry, who was standing by, looked at Bourbon, who was his partner but had only worked with him a few times, and a hint of curiosity flashed in his eyes.

She felt that Bertrand was testing Bourbon.

But she didn't know the reason. After all, according to the opinions within the organization, both Bourbon and Asti were mystics. The two sides had hardly ever met each other, and the probability of them knowing and being familiar with each other was very low.

Bourbon tried to find reasons to refuse, but he found that many of his reasons were invalid. Direct refusal or leaving could only temporarily avoid this problem, but it would be easy to be pushed into a vortex of suspicion afterwards.

but.

He couldn't do anything to his best friend.

Bourbon was about to drop his hand holding the knife when it was suddenly grabbed by someone.

His eyes widened slightly and his pupils suddenly shrank.

"Pfft-"

A bright red color splashed as the knife, which had turned red, was pulled out.

Because of their positions and the cloak covering Bechfinger's body, the guys who were watching the show did not notice that it was Bechfinger who took the initiative to grab Bourbon's hand and stabbed himself.

Bourbon, who was closest to him, could clearly hear his breathing, which was slightly heavier due to the pain.

"Wow, Bourbon, you're so decisive~ Then give it another blow~" Bertrand clapped his hands with a smile, looking at Bechfinger with a gleam in his eyes, looking very conflicted, "Let me see where to go with the next blow."

"Hmm... it's not good to place it in a way that would affect Asti's movements, so... let's just stab him again at the same spot!"

The silver-haired boy even sat up straight with some excitement and anticipation, and finally added with some unknown intention, "Missing an arm shouldn't affect his movements, right? If possible, Bourbon can remove his entire shoulder!"

It sounds vicious, but the others don't feel anything, because to them it's just a basic operation of the little madman Bertranci. Besides, isn't it just an arm of Asti? If it's gone, it's gone. There are other 'Asti' in the organization.

It’s just that the “other 'Asti'” that Berry and others think of is not the same concept as that of Gin and Vermouth.

Not many people know that Asti is controlled by Bertranci.

Bourbon had speculated about this before, but he had always ruled this option out, and then this suspicion gradually became smaller than an ant.

Bourbon was silent for a moment when Bertrand asked him to stab him again. Then he snorted and laughed in response, "I'm not a lunatic like you. I don't like to do things like breaking someone's arm."

Bertrand shrugged and continued to stare at him to see if he would strike again.

Beihefeng stretched out his fingers and gently tugged at his clothes, signaling him to hurry up.

There is a saying that goes, the sooner you die, the sooner you will be reborn. Hurry up, hurry up, I also have to go to other places.

This is what Bechfinger thought to himself as he tried to minimize the pain.

Although it is unethical to deceive others about their emotions, he is really hurt.

Bourbon pursed his lips, but finally stabbed him.

Bechfinger breathed a sigh of relief, while Bertrand, who was sitting on the sofa, curled his lips slightly and waved his hand to indicate that this was it.