The Red Side is Always Blocking My Dog ​​leash

The boy seemed to be asleep.

The other person is quiet even when they cry, so it can be difficult to tell that.

Bourbon tentatively picked him up from the chair. Obviously, the movement was not gentle enough. The boy hummed unconsciously, but he still didn't wake up. The young man breathed a sigh of relief.

He avoided the position where there might be wounds as much as possible, and put Mr. A on the bed in the room. The light from the overhead light was very bright. Bourbon stood by the bed, blocking the light that fell on the boy's face behind him.

The piece of fabric on his chest was soaked through, and it could be said to be useless when it touched water, but it didn't matter.

The young man looked down at the boy's still childish face, and Montes was also a baby face. After a few years, his face had hardly changed, but he was able to distinguish them clearly.

If Montes in the future is a fortress made of steel, and no one can penetrate his heart, the current Mr. A is just barely erecting the outer wall, and his behavior... probably can be regarded as taking advantage of the situation.

Bourbon leaned over and turned off the lights, leaving only a softly lit reading light.

While Mr. A was asleep, he quickly and gently untied the boy's loose shirt and briefly checked the wound.

There were gunshot wounds in the neck and shoulder. The former was very close to the carotid artery. There was a bruise on the side of the chest, and a penetrating wound on both sides of the carpal bones. The technique was very clever. The nerve in the middle was injured, and the bones were not damaged. The wound was bleeding a little, and Bourbon handled it a little.

The most deadly wound is the neck. If the carotid artery is damaged, it will quickly die from excessive blood loss.

Or if it hits a nerve, he'll be paralyzed before the bullet leaves his neck, or his windpipe...

Mr. A brushed past death. The biggest reason for surviving is probably luck, the bullet just avoided all possibility of death and passed through the muscle.

Bourbon covered the quilt for him, and when he lowered his head, he noticed a section of the medicine bottle exposed at the bottom of the bed.

Aspirin, pain reliever.

He unscrewed the cap, and there was only a thin layer of the pills left. Even if it was only three days before Mr. A met Byron, if he took the pills from then on, it would have obviously exceeded the dose.

Bourbon twisted the cap back on the bottle and put the medicine on the table. The phone vibrated in the pocket. He took a deep look at Jun A's peaceful sleeping face, turned and walked out of the room.

"Mr. Rosset, disturbing one's sleep at night is very ungentlemanly."

A man's whining voice came from the phone, "I'm sorry, I was wrong, sir, I pray for your forgiveness, save me..."

"It seems that you didn't do what I said. It's really distressing. Didn't you already say you shouldn't be too greedy?"

Bourbon's pupils reflected the night in the city, his face was cold, but his voice was ambiguous and kind, "Before doing anything, you must be prepared to bear the consequences. This is what children understand."

"No, no—Please! I'm willing to pay any price, please—"

Bourbon hung up.

This desperate man wanted to seize the last hope, but he didn't know that the reason why he had fallen to this point was because of Bourbon.

Rothsay is one of the third parties the organisation wants to put its minions into parliament.

He should have sinned not to die. His death should not be used as a show of kindness and power to Drake by the organization.

So far, Bourbon has done many things like this. He is an intelligence dealer, and there are many hidden clues everywhere.

But his subordinates will not work for him in vain. He always sells these information at a super value price to dispel those greedy mouths.

There is also an organization. The purpose of his joining the organization is to use this big tree to jump to a higher position. Although the world does not know his name, it knows that there is such a businessman. He has benefited from the organization, and naturally he must also create value for the organization.

Gin doesn't care how many people die, taking other people's lives is as natural to him as drinking water.

But not Bourbon.

He killed, because of him, countless lives were pressed on his back all the time, just because he had justice in his heart.

Kindness is the worst quality a person living in darkness should have.

Just like Mr. A...

Bourbon turned down Mr. Roussey's call, blacklisted him, and dialed another set of numbers.

It was quickly connected.

The other party's deep voice sounded in his ear, "Hello, Bourbon?"

"Rye, are you going to Japan next week?" Bourbon went straight to the topic.

"The news is well-informed... Yes, what's the matter?"

"It's not an important thing. You'll take Mr. A next, but I just need to use him somewhere. So I hope you leave Mr. A with me. You don't like taking care of children anyway, Lai."

The other party said coldly: "Whatever you want."

"Then it's settled, bye-"

There are some things that need to be confirmed as soon as possible, and he is not worried that Mr. A is running around with Ley in this state.

But it is impossible to take care of Mr. A all the time. So take advantage of this time to teach the other party the ability to distinguish danger and the awareness of avoiding danger in time.

Bourbon ran his fingers across the cracks on the screen, lowered his eyes and smiled.

Anyway, it's nice to be alive.

—

Because of the strange development in various senses, I don't know how to face Bourbon, A-kun chose to escape shamelessly.

In the low-power mode of the system, he quickly fell asleep as expected.

Waking up the next day to see bourbon dressed up at home — something that was equally unexpected, but it seemed reasonable.

Mr. A: …

He silently took the cutlery handed by the other party, placed a sun-shaped omelette with one hand, and took a wordless bite.

is sweet...

"what about the taste?"

"delicious…"

After a simple conversation, the air was quiet again.

Compared with Mr. A's embarrassment, Bourbon looked leisurely, his eyes swept across the reddened ears between the young man's black hair, and a smile flashed in his eyes.

"After a while, I will take care of Mr. A." Bourbon smiled, "So is there anything you want to eat? If your physical condition allows, I can do it."

"Ah!?" Jun A almost spit out the milk in his mouth, and after swallowing hard, said, "But I remember that it should be Senior Lei..."

"Ley is going on a business trip, so I gave it to me." Bourbon blinked, and the grievance inside was clearly visible, "Don't you like me, Mr. A?"

Mr. A: …

Be normal, he's scared!

This man is really-

horrible…

Even this kind of words are so natural, as expected of Bourbon!

Mr. A buried his head deeply, not wanting to reveal his stomachache expression, and answered with difficulty: "Hi, I like it."

His cheeks suddenly became hot.

This is a truth.

After all, who doesn't love paper people.

Bourbon touched his skull happily, "Good boy."

It feels like dog training.

Mr. A showed dead fish eyes behind his back.

[System: Dog—]

[A gentleman: Shut up. 】

I didn't mean to think of dogs, this time it was really just an accident!

Bourbon continued: "Master A, don't call me senior again, how about a more intimate name?"

Not so...

Mr. A firmly refused in his heart, and then said, "Bourbon?"

"Well..." Bourbon tilted his head, "call my name, Amuro Toru."

"Mr. Tou?" Not knowing what the other person's definition of intimacy was, Mr. A tentatively played it freely.

Bourbon didn't want to continue playing the guessing game with Mr. A, so he said directly, "How about calling me brother? I will also take good care of Mr. A as a younger brother."

thump.

I want to save you, but you want to be my brother?

Mr. A was shocked and complained.

He didn't want to admit that his heart skipped a beat when he heard that syllable.

elder brother…

family.

Jun A took a deep breath: "Brother Tou."

The other party touched his head again and said gently, "I'm here."