"It seems that the most popular bourbon in the intelligence service is nothing more than this." Seeing this, Ireland stopped giving the other party a good look and said lukewarmly.
Bourbon, a member of the intelligence department, is well-known in the organization, but...
Even Rum, the head of the intelligence department, dared not claim to know the intelligence of all members of the organization.
So it’s normal not to know about bourbon.
But this does not prevent Ireland from using this opportunity to mock each other.
The two of them had an incompatible attitude when they first met.
"Come to me, Ivy." Toru Amuro looked at Ivy Clear.
He doesn't need to care about other people, as long as Avicril doesn't recognize other people as his master, it's enough.
He finally managed to make Gin almost lose its position in Ai Vikriel's heart, but in the end, the result was about to be snatched away by others?
Thinking of this, the expression on Amuro Toru's face became more and more gloomy.
Recently, he has always been very easy to get angry, and his aura has become increasingly gloomy.
Even Suzi mockingly said in the punishment room that he looked more and more like a mentally ill golden retriever.
Extremely gloomy, extremely irritable, and switching between extreme emotions.
Not being able to control your emotions is a big no-no.
Toru Amuro closed his eyes and calmed down. He even had some doubts. Is such a gloomy and irritable person... really him?
"Why don't you come over?" After he calmed down and opened his eyes, he saw Avicril still sitting on Ireland's arm, motionless, so he asked in a confused tone.
Aito looked at Uncle Ireland's arm. Not only did he not let go, but he hugged him tighter.
But the next second she noticed his eyes, she relaxed and let him go.
After letting the man go, Ireland saw Avicril running up to Bourbon and carefully greeting him.
"Great, Brother Tou is finally back..."
"Is there any injury? Is it still painful? Does it need any medicine?"
"show me……"
"Who is the person responsible for punishing you? What is the method of punishment? Is it difficult?"
The white-haired boy who was walking around the bourbon asking various questions looked no different from the white Shiba Inu dog who was running around the bourbon and barking.
Avicril is too clingy, and... clings to more than one person.
Gin is regarded as his father's guardian, and Aiwei Lier clings to each other, which Ireland can understand.
But what is Bourbon’s identity? Why is Aviciel so clingy to each other?
The best way to get along with members of the intelligence community is... to keep your distance.
Because once they take the initiative to approach, they might be trying to obtain some information.
Even if you don't take the initiative to approach, they will subconsciously and unknowingly get all kinds of information from you.
The members of the intelligence service are a group of lunatics who will do anything for intelligence.
There are really very few normal people in the organization.
Scientific research madman, murderer, sadist, task maniac, intelligence maniac...
Members of each department consider members of the other departments to be the most abnormal.
But in Ireland, everyone is actually the same.
"At this time, you should go get the medicine first, instead of pretending to be pitiful with a child younger than you." Ireland said looking at the weak Bourbon.
How could Bourbon, who is well-known in the organization, be a normal person?
"You are right, but I am not injured." Bourbon said with a smile.
Suzi did not harm his body, and used torture methods that would not leave any traces on his body.
But... the impact on him was much greater than that week of Avicril.
Just the so-called facial mask, he went through twenty-five times a day.
A short day seems like a week or more has passed.
Not to mention that Suzi has other means.
Let the ants crawl around on him and watch the spiders and ants fight each other on his body.
When he was poisoned and on the verge of death again and again, he was given an antidote to revive him.
When the punishment was over, there were no scars left on his body, not even any broken skin.
However, the mental exhaustion caused his body to become extremely heavy. He felt that his spirit was riddled with holes and would collapse at the slightest touch.
But this won't work.
"No injury? Then you need to sleep now." Ireland looked at Bourbon again and said in a subtle tone.
He has some experience with organizational punishment.
Pure punishment** is the simplest way, and that's what he experienced.
And some people will suffer more painful mental torture, which will leave an indelible psychological shadow even after they leave the punishment room.
Some people even tremble all over when they hear the word "punishment room".
Obviously, this is what Bourbon encountered.
"If you can't slow down... you might join the suicide squad." Ireland reminded some colleagues.
Suicide Squad, or Mad Dog Squad.
The people inside are all completely crazy organization members. Most of the time, they are locked in a room with restraints and electric shock collars all over their bodies. They only do it when they encounter particularly dangerous tasks and there is a 100% chance of death.
Let them out and sometimes let them cooperate in experiments.
Because he is completely crazy, he doesn't care about life or death. He will die without hesitation in order to complete the task. He is also very cooperative with experiments.
For them, the punishment chamber is more terrifying than death.
Mad Dog Squad means abandoned people.
They are all existences that the organization no longer wants. Keeping them is just to let them display their final value, such as sending them to death or ending their lives.
Bourbon knew about the existence of this team, but he never thought that one day he would be reminded to be careful about becoming a member of that team.
"No need to worry." He sneered stiffly.
"I'll catch up on my sleep first, and you two can chat." He ruffled Aiwekier's hair perfunctorily and walked upstairs.
Aito stood in the living room and watched the other party's back disappearing down the corridor.
"He seems to be in good spirits, don't worry." Ireland thought that Avicril was worried about Bourbon, so he pressed the boy's head and comforted him.
Those who are in a bad mental state have long lost the ability to communicate with others.
Not to mention provoking him tit for tat.
If Bourbon can still do this, it means that the opponent can still hold it.
His willpower is indeed very good, no wonder he is famous in the organization.
"I'm not worried." Aito smiled and shook his head.
"I'm looking forward to it." He whispered seriously.
He was just looking forward to it.
Because Brother Tou's soul has...almost been swallowed up.
Soon he will be able to gain the love of Brother Bourbon and Brother Tou as one.
"What are you expecting?" Ireland was a little confused.
"We can't say yet." Aito shook his head.
"Hug me, Uncle Ireland." He stretched out his hand towards Ireland, looking cute and cute.
It was a gesture that Ireland could not refuse.
So Ireland bent down and picked him up.
"There's something wrong with Bourbon, right?" After picking up the boy, Ireland asked in a low voice.
"It'll be fine soon." Avicril also replied softly, with a soft voice and a smile.