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

Chapter 391: Just Asking with "What If"

After pausing for a few seconds, he slowly pulled out the knife.

As the researchers around him held their breath with excitement, their eyes flashing with excitement, the flesh on his wound moved and reconnected. Soon, his life-threatening wound disappeared, leaving only a mark that was suspected to be a surgical suture.

Asa curled his eyes and chuckled with satisfaction. A blush appeared on his handsome face, and his gray eyes sparkled with excitement. "Very good, your physique is special enough. I believe you can become a sharp blade that will not be easily discarded."

The boy covered his chest which was still in intense pain, slowly lowered his eyelids, and offered his only loyalty.

"Yes, I will."

He whispered, his tone strange, as if he was not familiar with human language.

Asa laughed happily, stroked Benshan's head, and looked at the researchers with appreciation, "Well done, you can get what you want from Hoshino."

“It is our honor to be valued by the director.”

Several researchers bent down at the same time, all with exaggerated and fanatical smiles on their faces.

Asa nodded with satisfaction and walked out of the laboratory with Benshan.

Anyway, Hoshino Tsukasa will complete all the tasks.

There is Tsukasa Hoshino at the experimental base and Yume Morita at the coffee shop.

Hands-off shopkeeper x2.

Delicious.

After leaving the experimental base, Asa looked up at the sky and saw that it was not long before sunset.

When he returned to Doss Coffee Shop, the five protagonists had already left, but the three clones of Behringer were still there.

As soon as he saw him coming back, Beihefenger took out a piece of paper and approached him with a smile, "Manager, why don't you just sign me up for an annual leave?"

Asa stared at him for a few seconds, then slowly pulled his hand away with a shy smile on his face, "No."

"Okay~" Bechfinger shrugged and threw the paper ball into the trash can beside him.

"By the way, manager, I have something to do tomorrow, so I won't come." Bechfinger, who was about to leave with Kawasaki Masashi, suddenly said, turning back with a smile and waving to Asa.

Asa: “…”

After taking a look at Yumeko Morita, who was looking at the door with her love written all over her face, Asa raised his eyebrows imperceptibly, then pretended to know nothing and went back behind the cashier, leisurely stroking Motosugi's cold head.

……

In safe house No. 3, Bertrand stood on the sofa, with his hands on his hips, looking down at Gin who was wiping Beretta's gin, puffed out his cheeks and kicked his thigh with his toes.

"Qin-chan, you shouldn't be busy, right?"

Gin sneered, "Do you care if I'm busy or not?"

Hearing this, Bertranci chuckled, bent down, put his arms around his neck, and whispered in his ear, "What would you do if the person you thought was least likely to be an undercover agent turned out to be an undercover agent?"

Gin paused while rubbing Beretta's hand, and his cold eyes instantly fell on Bertrand. His tone was so cold that it seemed to turn into ice. "What did you say?"

Bertrand squatted down obediently, blinking his big eyes, "Just asking a question with a hint of "what if"~"

Gin's face was gloomy. He looked at Bertrand for a few seconds and sneered, "You'd better not be."

"Of course I don't--" Bertrand was about to retort, but then he reacted and looked at Gin.