Conan's winery play house

Chapter 582 of Conan: Playing House in the Winery: Tequila: I realized. "Ley, activate the optical camouflage function." Bourbon ordered.

"Woo-" Hei Lang's voice was extremely deep.

The next moment, its body disappeared from Bourbon's sight.

Bourbon stretched out his hand and touched it. He could touch it, but he couldn't see it.

Is this optical camouflage?

The ability to blend in with the surrounding environment.

"Sure enough, he's like a chameleon." Bourbon nodded understandingly.

Chameleons will also change color according to the environment to better blend into the environment and not attract the attention of other beings.

"Let's go to the yard and try your sniping ability." He patted the black wolf on the head and walked out.

"Remember to give me permission to come and go freely." Suddenly he thought of something, turned to Aiwe Kelier and said.

If you don't have permission, you can't even take the elevator.

Just like the previous drop to zero.

"Okay." Aito nodded.

I didn't see what he did, but when Bourbon arrived in the elevator, he was able to use his fingerprint to unlock the access.

"Wow~" he exclaimed in a fake tone, and couldn't wait to take Black Wolf Rai up in the elevator.

Came to the courtyard.

There are targets hanging on the courtyard wall.

Of course, it's not a target for shooting, but a target for darts.

But they are all targets, and they all end up with the same goal.

"Did you see it? Aim at the red heart and test it." Bourbon patted the black wolf's head while recalling where the bullet filling port designed by Aiwe Lier was.

The black wolf opened his mouth, and couldn't even see clearly how he did it. A bullet flew out of his throat and hit the target.

Accurately hit the red heart.

"Wow~ Is the dart target material used by Avicril so good?" Bourbon said in surprise as he looked at the undamaged target not far away.

If a normal dart target takes one bullet, it will be broken long ago.

However, the target hanging over there was not damaged. The bullet was stuck in the center of the target and could not even penetrate the target.

As for whether there is something wrong with the bullet power of "Ley"...

Bourbon never thought of this possibility.

Avril never cuts corners.

It can only be said that this habit of not cutting corners is reflected in all aspects.

"Well, Rai, you..." Bourbon squatted down seriously and stared at the squatting black wolf.

The next second he stretched out his hand and carefully searched the whole body of Black Wolf.

Based on the pictures in my memory, I found various extremely secret mechanisms.

"The bullet is 7.62mm...a very common bullet, and it's not troublesome to change..."

"I thought it would be 12.7mm. The long-range lethality of 7.62 doesn't seem to be very strong..."

Bourbon said to himself.

However, the 12.7mm bullet is more expensive.

He was not a sniper of the organization, and he had no way to get sniper rifle bullets for free. He had to pay for them out of his own pocket.

Fangtani Ling was quite wealthy, but it was gone after he bought a bunch of high-end clothes in Bourbon.

His current deposit is...0.

Newly hired jobs are not paid either.

Over at the organization, he hasn't done any tasks recently and hasn't been paid.

Although Jiang Guling had a house outside, it was prepared by the police and had been bombed before.

As for now... although the house has been repaired, it has nothing to do with him anymore.

I'm afraid the police have canceled the lease long ago.

Now that I think about it... the bombing probably has something to do with Avicril.

So he currently relies on being cared for by Aiweqlier to keep him from living on the streets.

Bourbon thought funny.

Actually it feels pretty good.

It seems that Avicril gave Scotland a card and said he could spend it as he pleased.

We are all good brothers, how can we treat him differently?

I'll give it a try and ask Avicril for one later.

Bourbon cannot survive a day without money.

As for asking a child for money, would it make him feel ashamed if someone found out...

Bourbon showed a half-smiling expression with great interest.

It's actually quite interesting.

He was even looking forward to seeing organizational rumors [Bourbon was being taken care of by Ivy Clear] and the like.

The behavior of those idiots who think they know the truth must be very funny.

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"It seems Brother Che still likes his pet Rai very much..." Aito brought out an automatic sewing machine and assembled the parts of the shoe one by one.

"Speaking of which, does Uncle Tequila like anything?" he asked suddenly.

Tequila, who was used to being ignored, stared numbly at the one-third acre of land in front of him...or rather, stared at the wall of the bathtub in front of him, motionless.

I still couldn't believe it when I heard the sound.

Avril actually talked to him?

I had obviously ignored him for so long before.

But...even if you ask...he can't answer it!

Tequila bit his shackles, his numb expression turning into indignant expression.

If you ask a question, at least give yourself a chance to answer it!

As if hearing his inner cry, the curtain in front of him was opened, and Avicril walked to his side.

"After you take off the shackles, can you please stop scolding me? I will be very sad if my family scolds me..." The boy with white hair and blue eyes said aggrievedly and cautiously.

"The sound should be lower and not too loud, because even if it is very loud, it cannot be heard outside. The laboratory uses soundproof walls..."

"If it is too loud, it will damage the vocal cords." He looked like he was thinking about Tequila.

If he hadn't known that Avicril was a psychopath, Tequila would have really appreciated his concern with his simple mind.

But now he just wants to say to Avicril - stop pretending, you psycho.

However, after being taken off the shackles, Tequila just spent some time thinking about how to speak without making Avicril angry.

Although he is convinced that he is a tough guy who bleeds without shedding tears, but... he is not a masochist, nor is he a fool.

Why endure a beating that you can obviously avoid?

"I like..." he said hesitantly.

"Samoyed, the same kind as you." He spoke firmly.

Avicril is exactly the same as a stupid dog, haha.

"Snow-white, soft, and lovely Samoyed." He said with deep eyes, but he seemed to have completely emptied his mind.

After hearing Tequila's answer, Avicril was so happy that it could be described as ecstatic.

There was no need to suppress the smile on his face, it was just such a big and bright smile.

"You like the same person as me? Really? Do you like it because it looks like me?" He said happily, as if he was murmuring to himself or asking Tequila.

"Does this mean... Uncle Tequila actually likes me?" There was just the right amount of shy blush on his face.

A shy, soft, harmless and beautiful boy.

This gesture could deceive others, but it could not deceive Tequila, who had been beaten several times.

But Tequila did not expose the opponent.

Because he knows that even if the disguise of mental illness is exposed, the mentally ill person will not feel ashamed. Instead, he may be violently beaten by the moody mental illness again.

"Ah, yes, because you are beautiful." He finally answered.

Describing a man as beautiful may be done out of good intentions, but it may also be a malicious mockery.

Because he would rather call a man beautiful than praise him for other qualities.

From this point of view, it is obviously mostly malicious.

"Beautiful? Ah... you like my face." The young man just nodded his head naturally.

Then Tequila understood that he was not the first to say that about Avicril.

He is not the first person to have ill intentions towards Avicril.

"It's great to have a place that everyone can like." Avicril's tone was natural, even a little proud, and he said happily with a smile.

Sure enough, mental illness doesn't care about the so-called metaphorical ridicule.

Or maybe the other person doesn't understand at all.

And Aiwe Lier... is really happy.

It turns out that it is so simple to make the other person happy.

Then the beating he received before was really unjust.

It's obviously so easy to avoid.

Tequila looked at the happy boy and thought expressionlessly.

Fortune tellers all say that I have a good fortune and that I will be rich and wealthy.

When I was a child and I was ignorant, I quite believed it. Later, I stopped believing it when I went to the hospital every now and then.

Who is so lucky to be like this?

It doesn't matter, it's just a life.