Conan's winery play house

Calvados and Belmode had now left central London.

Arrived at another safe house located outside London.

Here they will change their identities and board tomorrow's flight out of the UK.

The safe houses of the organization members have different styles. The safe house they are staying in now looks like an old building from the outside, but the interior decoration is very exquisite, and it even looks like a display room specially designed for others to watch.

This is Calvados style.

The French always have some special talent when it comes to fashion.

He sat on the soft single sofa with a relaxed posture and took out the weapons in his backpack one by one to check.

Every gun was wiped clean by him with the handkerchief he carried with him, even if they were already very clean.

Two shotguns, two rifles, and three Beretta pistols, different magazines with different bullets, and several grenades.

He looked like an arms dealer ready to make a deal, making his goods more attractive at the moment.

"What's the situation like with Avicril?" he asked while doing his own thing.

And there was obviously only one target for his questioning.

The other woman in the room - Belmode.

The blond woman held fake identity documents and tickets in her hands, rubbing them with her slender fingers, while holding a women's cigarette between her index and middle fingers.

Not lit, just held between fingers.

After hearing the question, she looked at Calvados with a smile in her eyes.

"Are you interested in him?" She asked with a smile on her lips and a rather unclear tone.

She didn't know why Calvados was obsessed with her, but he made no secret of his infatuation with her. He had sexual intercourse with her verbally, but he didn't get too close to her.

Whether it was a kiss on the cheek or a kiss on the hand, the other person had never actually touched her.

He looks like a gentleman who keeps his face.

This is really a rare practice.

Because if you like something, you want it, and Calvados acted like his infatuation didn't require any response.

He likes to do missions with Belmod very much, and is secretly called "Belmod's exclusive sniper" by some members of the organization.

He didn't mind either.

Most of the time, Calvados sat aside or stayed in a corner, watching Belmode quietly, as if he was admiring something, and from time to time he would chat about some completely meaningless topics.

But he never takes the initiative to mention other people in the organization, as if in front of Belmod, other people in the organization don't need him to care.

But at this moment, the other party took the initiative to mention Avicril.

Belmod admitted that Avicril's appearance was indeed outstanding. If he put on wings and a halo and acted as an angel, he might be able to deceive many believers, but the other person's age was a bit subtle.

Twelve years old, underage.

It is still within the protection period of the organization.

Would Calvados actually be interested in a twelve-year-old boy? What is his interest?

Belmode had never cared about the reason for Calvados's fanatical obsession with her before, but now she was a little curious about the reason.

This way she would know why Calvados was interested in Avicril.

"The decisive and powerful look is indeed very exciting, but he is too young and is still a boy. I just want to make friends with him." Calvados put the guns back where they should be, in his hands.

He took his sunglasses and started twirling them on his fingertips.

"Friends? Maybe he will be more willing to become a family member with you." The blond woman said meaningfully, as if she was hinting at something, but she didn't know clearly.

This blatant gesture may make many people feel dissatisfied with being made fun of, but Calvados is not included.

He liked Belmode's style of giving out bait without actually throwing it out.

Most of Belmod's charms come from mystery and danger. If she becomes harmless, her charm will be greatly reduced to Calvados.

But he thought of what Avicril looked like when he saw him.

The clothes on his body were dripping wet, his white hair was soft and clinging to his cheeks, and his whole body was dripping with water, but he didn't look embarrassed at all, and he naturally threw the body in front of them.

And he said those... speeches naturally.

Mystery, danger, madness, all these qualities are extremely beautiful.

In comparison, Belmod seems to be less crazy.

"Family?" Calvados thought of the scene not long ago when Avicril called him his brother, and seemed to understand something.

"Yes, he is an [angel] who is committed to becoming a family with all members of the organization." Belmode chuckled and emphasized the angel's tone.

"The son of Gin, the brother of Kabados and Grenada, Bourbon went to the punishment room twice because of him..." She deliberately exaggerated the description.

Although she didn't know the reason why Bourbon entered the punishment room, if she didn't know, Calvados certainly wouldn't know either.

So she can talk nonsense whatever she wants.

However, this should not be considered casual talk. After all, before Bourbon went to Aiwe Kelier, the other party had never entered the punishment room, and the mission was 100% completed.

Why did he end up in the punishment room twice in a row after meeting Aiwe Lier?

Could there be such a coincidence?

"It sounds really dangerous." Calvados touched his sunglasses and said this, with a more interested smile on his face.

perhaps……

Avicril is crazier and more dangerous than he imagined.

But wouldn’t it be more charming and interesting this way?

Of course, Belmode did not ignore Calvados's disapproving tone and the obviously interested smile on his face.

So at this moment, she understood what Calvados was fascinated by her.

What Calvados was obsessed with was not her, but the dangerous qualities in her.

This chapter is not over yet, please click on the next page to continue reading the exciting content! But there are many people with this trait in the organization, and it is dangerous for every member of the organization to stand up and see.

Why did Calvados choose her?

"Because you are beautiful, like a rose that blooms with corpse flesh and blood at its roots. It is bloody and full of gorgeous temptation. Danger makes beauty more beautiful. Even in an organization, this kind of beauty is unique." After hearing Belmode's question,

Calvados opened his mouth with appreciative eyes.

"Although Chianti is also dangerous, she has a bad temper. She does not have a mysterious and looming feeling, but more like it is written on her face that I am dangerous."

"I appreciate your sense of mystery even more, your charm that tempts people to willingly throw themselves into the trap." He said seemingly truthfully, but he seemed to express the half-percent truth as 100%.

"But you're starting to be interested in Avicril. Are you going to be obsessed with someone else?" the blond woman said with a smile.

"Maybe? But I don't have this idea at the moment." Calvados himself couldn't confirm.

Belmode looks mysterious and reveals a bit of seductive and dangerous beauty.

Chianti is a straight-up bad guy with a bad temper.

And Avicril...

He looks completely harmless, but is more dangerous than the others.

Like a white crow among a flock of dark crows.

Even gin, cabbage and Grenada are irresistible.

Calvados really couldn't refuse.

It’s just that we need to know more, right?

[p: Chapter charges are based on the number of words. The more words, the higher the charge. Yesterday’s chapter was 2-in-1 with 4,500 words, so it was twenty-two coins. I didn’t increase the price. I didn’t have the final say in pricing.

Two hundred words are one coin, and there is no charge for words less than two hundred, so my p does not count.]

Belmode was kind enough to remind him: Avicril is very dangerous.

Calvados, who was just generally interested: What? So dangerous?! Interest 1 1 100

Belmode:......

p: This Calvados may be different from what you have seen in other books, but... after all, he only appeared for a small part, and died without even showing his true identity. It’s okay for me to set it up privately.

I really like writing about cannon fodder who appears rarely and dies quickly.

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