Chapter 642 Mescal Is a Vicious Female Supporting Character

Mescal, who was all-powerful and had all the power within the organization, now encountered a big problem:

How could he tell Belmode and Bourbon that he was about to wear a lady's kimono and attend the banquet without being laughed at?

I always feel that this possibility is unrealistic.

Nobuhiro sighed helplessly. He smashed the paper bag on the table and said, "Now, tell me which of you will visit me?"

It was a coral-colored gold-colored floral-stemmed jacket. The color was very gentle. It would look great if worn by a woman. But the problem is that its current owner is a man, and a man whose gender will never be mistaken for someone on the street.

There was a brief silence in the T7 safe house——

Immediately afterwards, Bourbon burst out laughing, breaking the weird atmosphere in the air. Then his laughter got louder and louder, and it could be said that he was holding his stomach and laughing non-stop.

There was also a slight smile on Belmode's eyebrows. She said happily: "I didn't know you had a fetish for cross-dressing. If you had told me earlier, I could recommend some good brands to you. You prefer European and American styles. , or Japanese simple style?”

Xinfan's face was stiff and his face was so dark that he could drip ink. He gritted his teeth and replied: "Thank you for your kindness, no need!"

"You must have a hard time holding it in, right?" Bourbon looked at him meaningfully, "You can be more frank. After all, we are all colleagues and will not laugh at you."

Come on, listen to the audio recorded by Hiroki just now. Bourbon’s laughter is almost reaching the sky. Don't laugh? Only a ghost can believe it!

Nobuhiro kept a straight face and emphasized very seriously: "In order to be able to complete the tasks assigned by the organization, it is worth making appropriate sacrifices. So, which of you will pay?"

Belmod shook his head: "I don't understand this. I heard it's very complicated."

Bourbon also shook his head.

He had worn kimonos when he was a child, but at that time they were given to them by Morofushi Kagemitsu's relatives in Tokyo. Rei Fukutani himself didn’t know anything about this, let alone a women’s kimono.

Nobushige really wanted to call Gin and let him take a good look at how capable the helper he called to help him change his clothes was! In the end, Nobuhiro had to do everything by himself.

"Belmod, you are good at female disguise, help me design a face that matches the body shape." Nobuhiro began to arrange the work, "Bourbon, I need you to help me tie my belt. As for you..."

He looked at Silla.

Silla immediately showed an eager expression.

Nobushige turned his head indifferently: "Go and check the equipment and vehicles. I don't want to stumble due to logistical problems after the mission is over."

"Okay, okay."

The four people who were staring at each other in the T7 safe house immediately took action.

While sorting out the tools needed for disguise, Belmod looked at Nobuhiro: "Your height is very suitable for a man, but it is inevitably a bit rough on a woman. I can disguise you as a Caucasian. In that case, I can see through it.”

The main cluster of Caucasians is in Europe. Their characteristics are tall stature, high nose and deep eyes, which are very suitable for male disguise.

However, Nobushige refused without hesitation: "Takayanagi Chizuru is Japanese."

"Is that so..." Belmod frowned, "Then I can only disguise myself as a mixed-race, but I don't know how effective it will be. It might be a bit inconsistent."

"Raise your arm." While Belmod was preparing the disguise materials, Bourbon put the jacket on Nobushige's shoulders. "Hold it here, and I'll tie the belt for you from behind."

Nobushige was wearing a close-fitting piece of clothing underneath, and Bourbon was helping him put on kimono underwear, also known as underwear.

Although the dressing process was stumbling, he never used the cuffs as a collar, so the final effect was still very good.

But when it came time to wear real kimono, Bourbon ran into a problem.

He looked at the fabric that reached the ground and complained: "I'm talking about mezcal, didn't you know how to measure the clothes when you bought them? How can you wear it if it's so long? If you cut off part of it with scissors, the pattern will be gone. "

"It should be folded here." Nobushige pinched the middle part of the kimono and gestured, "Like this. Look at the picture, they have a fold here."

"Don't move your face, it's going to be distorted!" Bermod roughly straightened Nobuhiro's face.

Nobuhiro could only give Bourbon a helpless look and let him mess with his clothes.

Half an hour later, Bourbon finally completed his dressing task. He also tied a bunko knot for Nobuyoshi based on the photos on the Internet. Although the knot is crooked and the clothes are wrinkled, at least it can be worn out to meet people.

Nobushige knew that it was polite to wear a kimono that was neat and straight, so from the moment Bellmode and Bourbon stopped, he was arranging his clothes and belt every moment.

"You don't have to be so serious, right?" Bourbon was speechless. "Anyway, your mission is to kill the target, so what's the use of dressing up nicely?"

A cold glare struck, and Bourbon immediately fell silent.

Belmod's level of disguise has declined. Isn't Takayanagi Chihe a gentle woman? How could Mezcal look so fierce? !

Mezcal is not like the sentimental heroine in a love story, but rather like the vicious supporting actress who survives until the end but gets clicked! !

"Okay, you can go meet the target." Bermod looked at her work with satisfaction. She was surprised to find that mezcal suited this face quite well, and there was no sense of disobedience at all.

"What about you?" Nobushige asked Bourbon.

"Me?" Bourbon smiled mysteriously, "I think you will be able to see me soon."

Nobuhiro suddenly understood: "I understand, did you apply for a job as a waiter at the Rice Flower Restaurant again?"

"..."

Perhaps among the four people here, only Bourbon himself was surprised. After all, others had already known about his part-time job attributes.

In fact, the T7 safe house was very close to the Shogi Kaikan where the Throne Battle final was held, and even closer to the Rice Krispies Hotel where the dinner was held after the game, but Nobushige still had to meet Takeda Raku at the appointed place thirty minutes away by car.

Silla drove the Maserati and stopped in front of a black stretch car.

Standing next to the car were two young men wearing black suits and sunglasses. Looking at their figures and exposed skin, Nobushige knew that these two men were both practicing masters. If they really wanted to fight, he might not be theirs. opponent.

But the way smart people solve problems is never to fight recklessly.

Before getting out of the car, Nobushige put the pistol in the bunko knot at the back of his belt, while Silla quietly handed him a small bag: "This is what you asked me to prepare before."

"Thanks."

Nobushige opened the car door and stepped out of the car gracefully.