In the bar, Xyz Cocktail picked up the glass, took half a sip carefully, and put down the glass after feeling nothing unusual.

His code name is a cocktail made of orange liqueur and lemon juice. A sweet curacao with low alcohol content.

"Sir, this is the Highland Cool Cocktail you want." The bartender respectfully put a Colin glass in front of the black-haired man.

…you?

xyz cocktails noticed the obvious honorific.

"Thank you."

The black-haired man let go of the cat, and the cat jumped from his arm onto the bar, stretched out its paws to touch the shaker on the edge of the bar, and the tall bartender stood aside, making no effort to stop it, Let it poke and pat there.

This dark-haired man is obviously a foreigner, and his appearance is completely different from that of Asians. He has tall brows and deep eyes, pale complexion, looks like he is in his early forties, he doesn't look like a middle-aged uncle, his hair is thick and black, and his body is lean and strong. Xyz Cocktail saw a wolf-shaped tattoo on one side of his neck.

He put the paper bag that xyz cocktails gave him before into his coat pocket, and raised his glass with the other hand. He didn't pick it up and drink it, but shook the glass slightly, watching the ice cubes floating inside, his eyes were so red that they could drip blood.

"Don't you need to confirm what's inside?" Xyz Cocktail asked half doubtfully and half tentatively.

"No need, I believe in your abilities, so you won't be unable to do even such a small thing." The black-haired man said in a low and gentle voice, "The money will be transferred to your account."

While the two were talking, the cat wanted to jump off the bar, but the bartender quickly picked it up, held it in both hands, and brought it to the owner.

"Your cat seems extra excited today," said the bartender.

"Maybe it's because I saw rats in the store."

The seemingly inadvertent words of the black-haired man made Xyz Cocktail's fingers on the wine glass freeze.

He turned his head and glanced at the man beside him quietly, but the man didn't have any other reaction, and wanted to change the subject in an awkward tone: "It's not good to just say that there are mice in other people's stores?"

"This is my shop, I don't even care, what do you care about?" The black-haired man took the cat.

"..."

Xyz Cocktail felt that his palms were already sweating. Even when he was doing some life-threatening tasks in order to win the trust of the organization, he rarely felt uneasy. Obviously the black-haired man next to him didn't have any murderous intent on him, but when his eyes swept over him, it gave people a feeling that there was nothing to hide and everything was seen through.

He swallowed and said nothing more. If you say too much and make mistakes, then he should just shut up.

The bar fell into silence, none of the three present spoke, only the lively cat lay on its owner, meowing from time to time.

Xyz Cocktail heard the cat meowing and couldn't help looking there again.

Speaking of it, raising a cat is completely different from raising a dog. When I go to the park, I often see people walking their dogs, but they rarely see people walking their cats. This is the first time he has seen people take a pet cat to a bar in their arms. Or when it comes to organizing tasks... Is such a loose attitude really okay?

Xyz Cocktail couldn't imagine what he would do if Gin saw him with the cat on a mission. The man in front of him was too bold, right?

After drinking a glass of wine, nothing happened, and the body that had been tense since entering the bar with the xyz cocktail finally relaxed a little, and he got up to leave.

"I have taken a step ahead, if there is a task next time, please continue to contact me."

The black-haired man focused on stroking the cat with his head down, and didn't give him any response; the blond bartender glanced at him when he heard this, and the look in his eyes made Xyz Cocktail's heart skip a beat, and cold sweat drenched his face in the next instant clothing.

Having lived in gray and black areas for many years, he is very familiar with this kind of eyes that look at dead people.

Xyz Cocktail didn't have time to think, so he turned around and ran out the door. The door was pushed hard by him, and then closed heavily, and it was pouring rain outside.

"You scared him just now." The black-haired man—Spiatus said slowly.

"Sorry, I will pay attention next time." Ireland, the blond bartender, replied respectfully.

Spiatus put Moni on the bar, raised his hand and touched its ears, and didn't mention the xyz cocktail: "A cat is such a fragile creature... If it dies casually, the person who raised it will be very sad."

Ireland knows how this Scottish fold cat came about. This cat was not bought from a pet store. It was a stray cat picked up by the boss on the road a year ago.

Scottish fold cats are born with genetic defects and are prone to diseases. Some owners will take care of them until they die in peace, while others will find it too troublesome to discard them directly.

"Have you ever had a cat in the past?" Ireland asked tentatively.

Spiatus was silent for a moment, then nodded slightly: "I did. I was just born at that time, about ten years old, right? Because I fed the wrong thing, it died."

…ten years old, just born?

Ireland moved his mouth when he heard these two words that sounded normal separately but were weird when they were joined together, but he didn't ask much.

boom-!

Suddenly there was an explosion sound that the two of them had expected.

"It seems that it has been resolved?" Ireland said to himself, and picked up the umbrella from the side, "Sir, I will go outside to check the situation and finish the finishing work by the way. Next..."

"Take that guy from Angostella to the training ground, and I'll be right there," Spiatus said.

"learn."

Ireland accepted the boss's order and left the bar with an umbrella.

Spiatus was the only one left in the bar, Moni approached him, put his paws on his arm~lightnovelpub.net~ and stared at his master with gentle blue eyes. He smiled, bowed his head and kissed its head lightly, and held it in his arms again.

"If you change to a cat with a more resilient life, you won't die so casually, right? Others too..." He stroked the cat and whispered.

Cats have experienced severe psychological trauma, and occasionally they will give up their lives, so they are suitable for keeping in the safest and most restrictive places;

The dog has no intentions, puts a collar on himself, and wants to use his body as bait to hunt the enemy, then he will hold the dog leash and lure him with various things, so that he will fall into the trap he built, and he will not be able to eat the fruit of himself. escape;

The wild wolf is untamable and the easiest to devour the owner. If you can't keep it at home, then take it out to display its abilities in the most dangerous missions.

…

Outside the bar, Zhu Fu Jingguang, who witnessed the explosion of the xyz cocktail car, suddenly felt a chill down his back.

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