After Crossing, I Made Conan Cry

In the casino, with the sound of empty guns, the game between Yoyo and Alfonso Murphy was coming to an end, and everyone's emotions gradually became tense.

Russian roulette is a game with simple rules and brutal rules.

Put one of the six magazines in the revolver, turn the wheel at will, and close the wheel.

Participants in the game take turns pointing the pistol to their own heads and pulling the trigger.

Of course, the one who gets shot will quit automatically, and the one who suffers from stage fright will also lose, and the one who persists until the end is the winner.

This also meant that the further the game went, the greater the pressure on him would be.

"pata"

With another empty shot from Alfonso Murphy, the final three shots remained.

Yoyo took the pistol from Alfonso Murphy's hand, and pointed it at his temple without hesitation.

"Fives"

"Four"

"three"

In the ear was the sound of the casino's croupier counting down the clock, and Amuro Tooru, who was standing behind her, was tense, with fine cold sweat dripping down his forehead, looking even more nervous than Yoyo.

His fingertips trembled slightly, and he couldn't help raising his hand, and put it on Yoyo's hand that was about to pull the trigger.

Those purple-gray pupils trembled, and Yoyo even found a trace of pleading in his eyes.

It seems to be begging her to stop playing this.

But even if she could see the request in his eyes, Yoyo didn't agree with him and admit defeat.

Smiling, she tore Amuro Tooru's hand from hers finger by finger.

He comforted and squeezed his tense and cold fingertips at the moment, but this move was of no use at all in this situation, and instead made Amuro Tooru feel his heart sink.

'For such an organization...can you actually do this to this extent? '

Amuro Tooru's eyes were involuntarily filled with doubts, and his lips moved slightly, as if he wanted to say something, but he failed to make a sound because his emotions were too strong.

He thought... Yoyo wouldn't work too hard for the Black Organization...

If she really cared about the Black Organization so much, how could she let him and Zhu Fu Jingguang go?

But if you don't care, how can you do it to this extent?

Seeing him like this, Yoyo's eyes softened uncontrollably, and she sighed softly, but she still couldn't restrain her heart softening.

Seeing her stop, Amuro Tooru watched his brows and eyes soften again, pursed his lower lip, took a deep breath quietly, and was about to speak.

Unexpectedly, before he could say anything, she felt something stuffed into her hand that was forced to let go.

His eyes sharpened, and before anyone noticed, he lowered his eyes instantly, and his hands were tightly clenched by him at the first moment.

Everything happened in a flash, and everyone was attracted by Yoyo's shooting action, and no one noticed his unnaturalness for a moment.

After all this was done, Amuro Tooru carefully felt the thing that was stuffed in the palm of his hand carefully.

is a bullet.

'pata'

Another empty shot, now only two chances left.

Alfonso Murphy took the gun, spun the barrel, and pressed the muzzle to his temple.

He rarely showed a serious expression on his face, with deep gloom in his eyes, staring at Yoyo, as if he wanted to see through her.

The scene was extremely anxious for a moment, and the people around them couldn't help but hold their breath for a moment.

Suddenly, Alfonso Murphy's eyes changed, and he laughed lowly, and the laughter grew louder, making him look a little crazy:

"Hahahaha... Not bad, really good, it seems that I lost this time too."

He looked at the girl with surprise in his eyes:

"I'm willing to bet and admit defeat, the trading line of the Noel Tia family is yours from now on."

"Accepted."

Yoyo didn't express any opinion on his surrender, but some people in the crowd almost couldn't control their expressions, and almost showed their disappointment on their faces.

If Alfonso Murphy could play the game, it would be great to die in this game.

That way they'd be able to rob him of everything that was under his hands.

Pity.

He was actually able to maintain the last sliver of reason at this time.

Seeing this, a figure in the crowd breathed a sigh of relief.

She also didn't expect Camus to play so crazy. Compared with other people in the organization, she is a pretty normal little girl.

The croupier took the pistol from Alfonso's hand and inspected it carefully.

Seeing this, Amuro Tooru felt as if the bullet in his hand was going to be out of control, he couldn't help lowering his head, and glanced at Yoyo, unexpectedly meeting her looking eyes.

Seeing Yoyo smiled at him, Amuro Tooru didn't know how to get it, and he was certain in his heart, but at the same time, a trace of suspicion rose uncontrollably in his heart.

Maybe it's because of the bullet that was stuffed into his hand just now, which gave him a deeper understanding of Yoyo's ability.

Or maybe it was because of their attitude towards Yoyo in the past, because she didn't expose their identities, so they always tacitly agreed that she was in Cao Ying and her heart was in Han.

As a result, they suddenly discovered that in Yoyo's heart, maybe it wasn't what they thought, and that's why they couldn't accept it for a while.

But maybe he shouldn't be so assertive.

If there were really other members of the Black Organization among those present, then Yoyo's attitude is understandable... right...?

Maybe he should find a suitable opportunity to test Yoyo's position?

Thinking of this in his heart, Amuro Tooru pursed his lower lip, and hooked the corner of his lower lip stiffly at Yoyo, still unconsciously avoiding her eyes.

And his suspicion reached its peak when the croupier took out a bullet from the revolver.

Amuro Tooru suddenly clenched the bullet in his hand, and for a moment, he looked at Yoyo, Alfonso Murphy, and the dealer with strange eyes.

How is this going?

Could it be that one of these two people...

No, maybe even two...

Is it Yoyo?

…………

On the way back to the hotel, Amuro Tooru drove the car quietly. Looking at his expression, Yoyo knew that he should have figured everything out.

Including Alfonso Murphy and the croupier present, at least one of the two was hers.

Including those present besides them, there are other members of the Black Organization who are monitoring their affairs.

She pursed her lower lip and didn't say a word, she just sat next to him, glanced at him cautiously, and then glanced at him again.

Amuro Tooru felt her gaze, but was completely unmoved, just staring at the road ahead with a serious expression.

"Brother Tou?"

Hearing Yoyo's hesitant voice, Amuro Tooru glanced at her, and almost let out a sneer from deep in his throat:

"Ah."