Hearing Belmode's question, Shiraishi glanced at her and muttered to her heart that she could come to our group.

However, thinking about the difficulty of hiding the double opening from Belmode... he immediately rejected it.

Of course, how to arrange gin has nothing to do with whether Shiraishi's desire is necessary, so he just thought about it.

Belmode observed his lover's desire and restrained vision, smiled friendly at this developable tool man, and handed him cigarettes.

Shiraishi subconsciously took it. He actually doesn't like smoking, but during parties, in order to follow the crowd, he would occasionally smoke a little.

And now it is a villain gathering organized by the black-clothed one. Suddenly, "I don't smoke" and then refuse it. It's too unspoken.

Besides, the smoke was still the hand he had coveted for a long time... Belmode handed it...

Toru Amuro had never seen Matsuda smoke. Thinking of Matsuda's personality, he felt that Belmode would be rejected.

So Tomoto Amuro even thought about the smoothing of the game - "Smoking is not a good habit, it will leave many traces when tracking it."

Although this statement seems to be connoting Gin, in Gin's eyes, organization is the most important thing, and what you are going to say is the truth, Gin won't mind.

Unexpectedly, before he could spit out a word, Amuro saw it. Matsuda was stunned and raised his hand to take the cigarette. He took off his mask very rarely, revealing his whole face, and put the cigarette in his mouth.

The movements were much more skillful than he thought.

“…”

Amuro spoke to his mouth, and it was uncomfortable not to say anything, and he wanted to speak but stopped in front of Gin, which was very dangerous.

So he held the back of the chair, changed his lines temporarily, and turned to Belmode: "There are not many people here who are not addicted to smoking, so don't bring bad newcomers."

"It's just a way to relieve stress." Belmode lit the lighter, leaned over and lit the cigarette for Shiraishi. She replied casually, "You should develop some hobbies, too."

While speaking, Belmode secretly looked at Shiraishi's expression. After there was no mask to cover him, the expression was better recognized.

After confirming that her fan was still a fan, she finally felt relieved.

The previous dangerous feeling should be just an illusion.

Chianti didn't like Belmode very much. She held a sniper rifle and retorted for Bourbon: "Isn't his hobby just work? Last time we sniped the target in the Western Cup, he was delivering milk on the street."

The picture feels too strong, and Shiraishi wants to laugh a little.

But after looking at Belmode's face, he held back in order to maintain his cold and reliable image.

but……

Why do you feel that Belmode's face is a little blurry?

Shiraishi raised his hand and pressed his eyes.

My head was not dizzy, but my eyes were filled with a layer of smoke. This feeling was inexplicably and abrupt.

...Wait, smoke?

Shiraishi was slightly stunned and suddenly had some guesses in his heart.

After hesitating for a moment, he raised his cigarette and took another tentatively.

The smoke in front of me immediately became worse, looking white, gradually obscuring the vision.

“…”

Could it be that this mask is really brainless??

The more I think about it, the more I feel, the truth is.

The dizziness may be because the smoke is relatively light. After sucking into the body, they have no outlets and gradually accumulate on the head, blocking the field of view.

Moreover, judging from the natural conversations of the few people next to them, they had not noticed the abnormality. Tianyawei

In other words... maybe not even the ear canal.

Otherwise, now, Gin and they should be able to see the scene of "Coren" smoking in their ears. If they really saw it, they would not be able to do nothing like they are now.

At this time, turning your head and spitting out the smoke should be able to relieve the situation.

But Shiraishi thought about it and not only did she not vomit, but she also held her breath to prevent the smoke from running away.

As a major in skipping classes, no, Shiraishi keenly caught the escape plane.

...This time, maybe it's okay,

He can take a sick leave.

...

After lit the cigarette, Belmode returned to his original place, kept a distance from his fan at a distance of not far or near, and then looked at Gin.

She asked the question just now, but she hasn't heard the following.

"You're not always moving alone." Gin turned to Belmode.

He is not very strict with this relationship, and he believes that Belmode will not harm the interests of the organization: "If you don't know what to do, you also have an invitation, so go to the memorial service together and pick up Pisk."

"Of course..." Gin glanced at Piske, "Once this person fails and is exposed, your mission will be changed to kill him."

Pisk stayed in the organization for a long time and had seen the old man who had seen the storm and waves. He did not take Gin's harsh words to heart.

He smiled softly, with a little contempt for the young cadres in his smile: "You are too worried."

Gin snorted coldly. He always didn't like Pisk. Or rather, he didn't like many people in the organization, especially those who didn't listen to him.

However, as long as the members of the organization do not make excessive mistakes, all Gin's actions will only stop at "disliked".

After Gin was deployed, seeing that no one else had any problems, he turned around and walked out: "Go away."

Halfway through, he suddenly heard Chianti shouting behind him: "What are you still doing? Go to the building to find a good location!... Hello, Colum?"

Gin turned around with a little confusion and happened to see the diligent newcomer being urged by Chianti to take a step. He bumped into the stand with his eyes as if he couldn't see clearly, then covered his forehead and fell back. The cigarette in his hand fell to the ground, scalding a small hole in the club's expensive carpet, and the person fell to his head.

Gin was stunned and stopped.

Belmode also noticed the abnormality.

She returned to the table, grabbed the teacup and splashed it casually, and wiped the cigarette butts from the street stall. Then she looked at the newcomer who was quickly held by Bourbon's eyes, and raised her eyebrows: "Is she sick?"

"It's a problem with your cigarette! I handed the cigarette to Coren, but you kept it in your mouth and didn't suck it." Chianti was also squatting beside him and watching, and a flash of inspiration was found.

She had a bad impression of Belmode. When she found out about smoking, she immediately felt that she had discovered the truth: "As soon as we meet, you will poison your colleagues, and the way you say hello is still as disgusting as ever."

Gin frowned when she heard this. It was a bit like Belmode's style.

And just now he did feel that the newcomer who has always been taciturn often unconsciously looked in the direction of Belmode. He thought this was another little lesson from Belmode to the pervert.

Gin looked at her watch and looked at Belmode again: "It's almost time, don't ask me for trouble at this time."

"I just don't get used to smoking while standing, so I didn't light the fire." Belmode was also confused.

She looked at the half-soaked smoke on the ground, and then looked at Coren, whose whole body said, "I was caught and I can't walk." After thinking for a moment, she suddenly smiled coldly:

"If it wasn't his own reason, but the problem of smoking... there might be another person on our task list."

She took off the cigarette from her mouth, found a plastic bag and sealed it, and then walked towards Shiraishi, trying to check it carefully.

Tuo Amuro subconsciously wanted to stop him, but thought that Belmode was not the kind of person who was poisoned and refused to admit his death, and she had a deep medical attainment, so she did nothing in the end.

Belmode reached out and pulled Baishi's chin. Seeing that he still had the strength to sit, he thought the situation was not serious.

Unexpectedly, when I opened my eyelids, I saw that the person's pupils were foggy.
Chapter completed!