Bourbon, otherwise known as Amuro Tooru, that dark-skinned young man, had just finished his night shift and arrived at the designated location right on time.
As soon as he stepped into the warehouse, he was greeted by an extremely absurd scene.
He saw the familiar face of Vermouth, along with a man wearing a black balaclava, a tight-fitting suit, and a bandit mask that hid his face, squatting on a pile of bricks smoking with her...
It wasn't so much that the picture itself was absurd, but rather that it somewhat shattered his impression of the Thousand-Faced Witch.
Big sister, your persona is slipping a bit!
Amuro Tooru had heard long ago that this big sister was bringing someone along for this operation, but he simply hadn't expected their first meeting to be in this kind of setting.
At the same time, he also felt a bit of doubt: was this big sister bringing this person along just to use them as expendable material and trick them to death?
Yet looking at the relationship between these two, they seemed to be on pretty good terms, which made him feel a bit suspicious again.
Then again, maybe not necessarily.
After all, there was the precedent of Calvados.
That top-tier simper's love for this big sister was well-known within the organization.
His imagination then ran wild.
This Vermouth had a truly vicious heart!
Selling out teammates and the like was already second nature to her.
Amuro Tooru cast a slightly pitying look at the black-masked man smoking among them, figuring that this guy was definitely going to be played in the palm of that big sister's hand and end up as a scapegoat in the end.
Despite the thoughts in his mind, his surface expression showed not a single ripple. With just