jdhmnovel Chapter 275 Tequila: Humble
Chapter 275 Tequila: Humble
Vermouth's expression was extremely complicated.
Among all the people in Miyano Toru's personality, Mojito has the most obvious weaknesses and is also the most obviously paranoid.
The bar remained silent.
Until the flames in the fireplace gradually died down and the space became cold.
Only then did Vermouth remember Tequila, who had been tied to and hung from the beam of the house.
She shot the rope and Tequila fell from mid-air.
He lay on the ground with sore body, turning over with difficulty, and managed to get to the side of Vermouth.
Vermouth: "...Good physical fitness."
After being tied up for such a long time, he still has the strength.
Her lake green eyes looked at Tequila, and her gaze gradually became deeper.
Tequila didn't notice anything unusual, he rolled his eyes and said, "Why don't you untie it for me?"
Vermouth lowered her eyes and looked down at him. After admiring his miserable posture for a while, she cut the rope with a knife.
Tequila felt loosened and quickly twisted her body and struggled, and the rope immediately fell off and onto the ground.
He pulled the rag out of his mouth and threw it away, saying "Pooh" loudly. His face turned ashen and he was about to curse, but when he turned around he saw Mojito holding a playing card and staring at him with a smile.
The tequila was about to reach his lips, but he swallowed it back, his face turning blue.
"...What else do you want to do?"
The momentum suddenly weakened.
He just felt that he was unlucky, so he came to the United States from Japan to avoid the canary.
Before he could enjoy two days of peace, Canary killed Bourbon and took over as the second generation of Bourbon. Not only that, he was also a psychopath.
It was not until he was sent by that gentleman to work on a mission with Vermouth that he learned that Amuro Toru had a split personality, and that this personality also had an independent codename, Mojito.
Tequila: Is this because of the ex-bourbon?
He was heartbroken. Bourbon had done so many evil things!
If it weren't for him, how could there be an extra Mojito in the organization!
Furiya Rei blinked cutely, pinched his cheeks, and lifted the corners of his mouth, manually freezing his expression in a brilliant arc. He asked happily, "Tequila, does it feel great to fly in the air? Doesn't it feel like a little bird?"
"Ahem~" Vermouth covered her lips to suppress her laughter, turned her head away, picked up the empty cup and took a sip as if to cover up.
Tequila's expression froze.
Are you asking human words?
They tied me up with ropes and hung me in such an embarrassing position in the air, and shamelessly asked me how I felt?
For a moment, he even thought about fighting this lunatic to the death.
But before he could act, Mojito seemed to sense what he was thinking. His purple-gray eyes sparkled, and the playing cards in his hand flew straight at him like a sharp blade. As he tried to dodge, they cut his cheek and embedded themselves deeply into the wooden table behind him.
All of Tequila's thoughts disappeared, and cold sweat broke out on his back.
If he hadn't dodged in time, the card would have almost cut his throat.
He was shocked and frightened, and shouted in a timid voice: "Vermouth, aren't you going to do anything about it? Generation... members are not allowed to kill each other. Look at what Amuro Toru has done!!"
Vermouth rolled her eyes speechlessly, what a coward.
But Tequila had already put the matter before his eyes, and there was no way he could ignore it.
"Okay, Amuro, come and have a couple of drinks with me." Vermouth knocked on the table and greeted with a smile.
Furugaya Rei stretched, and the cards in his phone disappeared one by one quickly, really like a gorgeous magic trick.
He lazily walked over to Vermouth and sat down, rubbing the wine glass in front of him and asked, "When will the newcomer arrive?"
When Tequila saw that he was out of trouble, he ran away quickly and hid in a room on the second floor.
He sat on the edge of the bed, took out his cell phone and quickly sent a message to his boss.
[Sir, the Mexican branch has not been doing well recently. I believe I have the ability to rebuild it. Please approve it.
——Tequila]
Tequila sent the email to his boss with a ferocious expression. He would rather go to Mexico to grow corn than stay where Toru Amuro could appear at any time.
That is a god of disaster.
Tequila didn't get in a hurry even though he didn't receive a reply from that gentleman. He found Knob Creek's contact information and started sending messages.
[Knob Creek, your master is a psychopath.
——Tequila]
The next moment, the phone vibrated and Tequila opened it.
[I advise you to reorganize your words, otherwise I will hijack a plane and fly to New York to talk to you properly.
—Knob Creek]
"Is Lord Bourbon someone you can slander? Don't let jealousy get the better of you. Lord Bourbon is like the bright moon hanging high in the sky, the sun shining brightly. No matter how hard you try, you can never compare to Lord Bourbon. I advise you to be honest."
—Knob Creek]
Tequila leaning on the bed: I have become honest since I saw you said you would fly over to reason with me even if someone hijacked the plane.
[Immediately apologize to Lord Bourbon.
—Knob Creek]
Tequila was silent for a moment, then slapped the back of his hand. What sin had he committed? Why did he have to court death by dealing with that bootlicker from Knob Creek!
Are you thinking that life is too good?
Tequila was so angry that he gasped and felt dizzy.
[It’s my fault. I have no vision. I will never say it again.
——Tequila]
After sending this humble message, Tequila felt that her self-esteem was shattered.
He wailed, "What kind of psychopaths are in this organization?"
Then the phone rang.
He looked down and saw the caller was Knob Creek.
Tequila's eyes suddenly turned horrified. I've already fucking apologized, what else do you want?
But he didn't dare refuse.
After all, normal people are always afraid of crazy people, and you can never predict what crazy actions they will take.
Tequila looked extremely ugly, as if he had accidentally stepped in dog poop when he went out.
He took a deep breath, prepared himself mentally, and then tremblingly answered the phone.
"Tequila, this is Knob Creek. I've received your apology, and I'll pass it on to Lord Bourbon. I knew you were jealous before, and you haven't realized the gap between you and Lord Bourbon. Let me tell you, Lord Bourbon is gentle, kind, and amiable. He's truly the best person in the world, he..."
Tequila turned on the speaker of her phone and threw it on the bed, then lay beside it with a look of despair on her face.
He - dared not disobey.
Knob Creek, this bootlicker, keeps on talking a lot and will even think about what he just said when he's not prepared.
Tequila clenched his fists and wanted to yell to the sky: What a fucking world.
Downstairs, the two people who were drinking ignored the disappearing tequila.
Fūya Rei stirred the ice in his glass with a straw and raised his voice, "Sharon, tell me quickly, how long will it take for the new couple to arrive?"
Vermouth said affirmatively: "This time tomorrow night."
If it weren't for the sudden traffic control in the United States, we would have arrived tonight.