It's reasonable to have more than 100 million vests in the world of science, right?

Chapter 822: Not Feeling Comforted

Bertrand fell back on the sofa and looked angrily at the straight-haired man next to him, "What the hell!"

Gin calmly put away his gun, then looked at him sideways, "Regarding Asti's matter, how are you going to deal with it?"

Bourbon, who was just daydreaming about what the common goal between the Black Organization and the Church was, was instantly brought back to his senses by his words.

"What should we do?" Bertrand tilted his head, expressing confusion.

"Since he knew about your relationship with the 'symbiote' but chose not to tell us, but chose to tell you, does this count as using you to stop us? On the surface, he is afraid that we will take action against the symbiote, but in fact, he is using you to buy time."

Gin stared into his eyes with a deep gaze.

"Whether he deliberately caused trouble with Sekter or deliberately suggested in your ear that you bring the symbiote back to the organization, this was what he did to protect those people."

As he spoke, he added calmly, "What's more, he was also the one who contacted the church members."

Bertrand blinked, then smiled brightly, "It's annoying, it's not like I can't see it, but I'm willing to give him another chance~"

He made a 'a little' gesture with his thumb and index finger.

Gin snorted coldly and lifted one leg to put it on the other leg, "Haven't you given him enough chances?"

Bertrand raised his finger and made a 1, "Don't worry, this is definitely the last time."

He stood up and stretched, humming a few tunes, "After all, people's patience is limited."

"I'm going to sleep first, good night~"

......

Bourbon was sitting in the car. You couldn't tell anything from his expression, except that his hands were gripping the steering wheel with a little force.

After a moment, a figure opened the passenger door and got in.

It's Belmode.

She lit a cigarette, straightened her hair that fell on her chest, and said leisurely, "Do you and Asti know each other privately?"

Although it was a question, she said it with some certainty.

Bourbon calmly loosened his grip a little, "Yes, I know him, but we're not that familiar with each other, so I didn't expect it."

Vermouth smiled and said, "You can't hide it from me, but I can understand it, so you'd better remind him, otherwise you will regret it if something uncontrollable happens later."

She meant something.

She didn't know whether Bourbon knew that Asti could be controlled by Bertranci at any time, but he didn't seem to have asked for confirmation, perhaps because he didn't dare and always denied it.

However, she knew Bertrand's temper very well. If it really came to the last step, he would definitely control Asti completely.

After all, she and Bourbon were half-friends, so she would kindly remind him, but it could only be a verbal reminder.

Bourbon nodded, knowing that she was reminding him kindly, "I understand."

After sending Vermouth off the car, he immediately took out his cell phone and called Bechfinger.

After a while, the call was connected, and Beihefenger's puzzled voice came from the other end: "Hello?"

"Where are you now?"

Toru Amuro glanced at the traffic on the road.

"Uh um..." Bechfinger hesitated for a moment, and finally told the truth, "I'm here at the Skytree."

Knowing the destination, Toru Amuro immediately drove there and asked, "What are you going there for?"

"Ah? Nothing." There was a hint of guilt in Bechfinger's voice. When he heard the horn from the other side, he immediately asked, "Are you coming over?"

"Yeah." Amuro Toru simply responded.

Oh wow.

The big golden retriever is angry.

Beihefenger began to think of a solution and replied dryly, "Okay, well, then... I'll hang up?"

"Don't hang up."

"What?"

There was no response from the other end.

Bei Hefeng looked at the screen of his mobile phone in silence, then looked up at the people next to him and waved to them to hurry up and leave!

The blonde girl in the platinum cloak shrugged and waved to the nuns beside her to leave.

Hearing the faint footsteps coming from the other side, Toru Amuro's eyes darkened.

He rushed to the bottom of the Skytree as fast as he could and took the elevator to the height where Bechfinger was.

He left the elevator and walked a few steps to the left, and saw Bechfinger standing by the window, leaning on the windowsill and watching.

Amuro Toru let out a breath, hung up the phone call, and walked to his side. "What are you looking at?"

"Looking at the stars!" Bechfinger said confidently.

"...Then you should raise your head."

"Oh."

Toru Amuro lowered his eyes and looked at the lights and neon lights below, and did not speak for a long time.

He said nothing, and neither did Bechfinger.

In the end, it was Toru Amuro who spoke first. He turned his head to look at Bechfinger, and when his gaze met his eyes, he felt that his eyes were sparkling.

"So, what did you do?"

"Ah?" Bei Hefenger's eyes wandered for a moment, then he opened his eyes wide and turned to look at him, "What did I do? I clearly didn't do anything!"

Amuro Toru slowly revealed a smile without any hint of laughter, "You'd better tell me the truth. You know that what you did has been discovered by Gin and the others?"

Bei Hefeng's eyes flickered, and he raised his hand to gesture a little guilty, "I just told them that they were going to take action against Shirley..."

"That's it?"

"Well... call the church members to the scene..." Bechfinger shrank his neck, feeling even more guilty, and then he stood up again the next second, "But if I don't do this, how can I save them all!"

With a slap on his head, Toru Amuro poked his head with a look of disappointment, "But doing this will only expose you to others. Bertrand and the others are obviously aware of what you have done. I also heard them say today that they will only give you one last chance."

Beihefeng covered his head with his hands, hung his head and said nothing.

But Toru Amuro caught a glimpse of crystal tears dripping onto the windowsill.

He sighed, raised his head, wiped his tears with a handkerchief, and spoke again in a slower voice:

"I don't want to blame you, I just hope you can think about yourself, or you can always come to me for consultation if you have any problem."

Bei Hefenger remained silent, with his eyes lowered and tears falling silently.

After hearing his words, he did not feel comforted, but cried even more.