Nagai Hikaru's Ke Xuexing

After Hamura Shuichi was taken away in the ambulance, Conan, who had calmed down, looked at Amuro Toru and asked, "How did Mr. Amuro know that we were in trouble?"

"Xiao Guang..." Amuro Toru coughed a few times before continuing, "Xiao Guang's phone should have set me as one of the emergency contacts. When her phone was damaged, there would be an emergency notification on my phone. Fortunately, I don't live far away." He was only wearing a T-shirt and casual pants. He must have woken up, put on some clothes and came here.

Standing against the door of a police car, Amuro Toru's forehead was covered with sweat.

"Emergency contact? That's a feature only available on your cell phones, right?"

"...Yes, the organization's mobile phone can set its own emergency contacts." Amuro Toru said, suddenly remembering something and looking sharply at Nagai Hikaru who was supposed to be resting in the back seat of another police car.

A tall black figure just walked over there.

Gin delivered the goods to the designated location in the middle of the night, but before he finished unloading, he saw the red alarm ringing wildly on his mobile phone.

Gin, who had just arrived by car, took off his windbreaker, put it on Nagai Hikaru, who was still wearing only a nightgown, then bent down and picked him up.

Holding Nagai Hikaru and walking to Amuro Toru's side, Gin raised his hand and slapped Amuro Toru in the face.

This slap stunned Toru Amuro and Conan below.

Gin shook off his left hand that had hit Amuro Toru's face, held Nagai's bare waist to help him sit steadily, and said in a voice with a slight anger: "This is the nth time that you can't even protect someone."

"Brother Jin..." Nagai Hikaru hugged Gin's neck and explained in a low voice, "It was a robber. Bourbon will arrive soon."

Toru Amuro covered his right cheek, his brain still a little confused. Gin, slapped someone?

Conan opened his mouth and raised his hand to adjust his glasses.

For a moment, both of them were stunned by the somewhat magical reality of Gin slapping others and being slapped by Gin.

Gin snorted coldly, turned around and left with Nagai Hikaru in his arms.

Conan raised his hand and opened his mouth, wanting to say that the police would come to ask about the situation at the scene later, but Amuro Toru quickly grabbed him and covered Conan's mouth: "Don't mess with him."

Toru Amuro believed that if there weren't police officers and firefighters all around him, Gin would definitely want to draw his gun.

If you think about it carefully, when you hold Nagai Hikaru in that position, punching him is certainly not as convenient as slapping him.

When Gin walked away with Nagai Hikaru and left the intersection full of police cars and fire trucks, he thought that his car must be stuck on the main road outside.

Amuro Toru looked back at the completely burned house and the garden that had been trampled by firefighters and smashed into pieces by the huge water column. He raised his hand and touched his slightly swollen right face: "This is really..."

"Ah, the first edition of my Sherlock Holmes collection!" Conan remembered it at this time and screamed.

After putting Nagai Mitsuru into the black Porsche, Gin got into the driver's seat and started the car, then he lit a cigarette with the cigarette lighter and put it in his mouth.

Today is almost autumn, and it's a bit chilly at night. Nagai Hikaru adjusted Gin's windbreaker, put it on himself, and rolled up his sleeves twice so that they wouldn't block his hands.

"What's going on?" Gin took a puff of his cigarette and drove away from the scene.

Nagai Hikaru took out Gin's phone from his windbreaker, unlocked it and sent a few messages before sneering and saying, "Don't go home, go to Misakihama Town."

"Is he your man?" Gin took the cigarette off and held it between his legs, then turned the steering wheel and changed the direction of the car.

"My people are inside." Nagai Hikaru pressed a few buttons on his phone, adjusted the GPS location, and placed it on the dashboard in front of the car. "Let's follow the map. Their destination should be near Misakihama Town."

Gin glanced at the phone screen: "Still moving?"

"He's running away. Where's brother Vodka?"

"Look at the equipment. It hasn't been moved yet."

"So busy." Nagai Mitsuru pulled his windbreaker and retracted his legs.

"I know the place. No need to rush. Find a place to change your clothes."

"No, those detectives are chasing us more closely than dogs. If we don't deal with them quickly, there will be a lot of trouble later." Nagai Mitsuru took out another rubber band from Gin's windbreaker, grabbed his hair with both hands, and tied it into a ponytail.

Gin didn't ask any more questions and drove quietly.

The location was actually at the seaside, near Misakihama-cho 5-chome.

Gin parked the car, carried Nagai Mitsuru down, and then walked into the mountains holding him in one hand and the phone in the other.

A wooden holiday cabin appeared in the mountains. It was still dark, but there were lights and voices inside.

Nagai Hikaru patted Gin's arm and whispered, "Put me down."

Gin frowned: "You're not wearing shoes."

"Don't put it on the ground, put it on the steps at the door." Nagai Mitsuru took out a pistol from his windbreaker, and after placing it at the door, he handed the pistol to Gin, then took out the metal knuckles and put them on himself.

Gin was puzzled: "Where did you put this knuckle?"

Nagai Mitsuru smiled and knocked on the door with his knuckles on.

The noise in the house suddenly quieted down, and Nagai Mitsuru continued to knock on the door outside, shouting, "Uncle Isehara, is Uncle Isehara back?"

The door was opened a crack, and the person inside was about to speak when Nagai Mitsuru reached in suddenly, grabbed the man's face, the metal knuckles sank into the flesh, and then stabbed inside, splashing orange juice.

Nagai Mitsuru pushed open the door with his other hand, and held the head of the person who opened the door in his hand and lifted it slightly. All five fingers were embedded in the skin of the face, and orange juice dripped down the face.

The room was quiet. Nagai Mitsuru, who had a ponytail, tilted her head slightly and looked at the two people in the room who were pointing crossbows at her, one with a bald head and the other with a flat head.

"Lord... Lord Bordeaux." A man with medium-length hair parted in the middle and wearing glasses was standing at the back. He suddenly knelt down, knocked his head on the ground, and trembled all over.

"Ah, Uncle Isehara, I asked you to bring people to play, but I didn't say you could hurt anyone." Nagai Mitsuru's right hand, which was holding the man's face, continued to tighten. The man he was holding had already died, and something round was squeezed out from his facial features and fell to the floor of the wooden house, rolling twice before stopping. The transparent tissue fluid and a thin white optic nerve on it were particularly conspicuous on the dark wooden floor.

The bald man couldn't stand the pressure and pulled the trigger of the crossbow.

Nagai Mitsuru tilted his head slightly, raised his left hand and caught the tail of the arrow that was shot at him, then smiled at the man and said, "Oh, it's you, the one who dared to hurt me."

Nagai Mitsuru swung his right hand, and the corpse smashed towards the two men holding bows. The men followed and rushed forward. He turned the arrow in his left hand and stabbed it into the throat of the brown-haired man with a flat head, and slapped the bald man in the face with his right hand with a glove.

In an instant, the skin and flesh on the bald man's face separated, and half of his jawbone was exposed to the air.

Nagai Mitsuru kicked the bald man in the chest again, making him fly up. At that time, he pressed the back of his neck with his right hand, dug his knuckles into his flesh, grabbed the cylindrical object and pulled it out, but he could not pull it out any further after only twenty centimeters.

At this time, two completely lifeless bodies fell to the ground. Nagai Mitsuru shook off the grape juice in his hand and looked at the tall, gray-haired white man who was still standing.

The white man nodded at Nagai Hikaru with an expressionless face.

Nagai Hikaru hummed: "You are the new code member, Tequila, right?"

"Yes, Lord Bordeaux."

"Code members don't need to call each other adults." Nagai Hikaru looked down at Isehara who was kneeling on the ground, "Raise your head and speak."

Isehara looked up at the body next to him whose spine had been pulled out, and his whole body trembled uncontrollably: "Lord Bordeaux... I really didn't expect him to hurt anyone first. I told them that there were only three people in the house, and one of them was a child. They also promised to leave after getting the money and not to hurt anyone."

Nagai Hikaru nodded: "Who is Su Luo?"

Tequila pointed at the crew-cut man with an arrow in his throat.

"…It was such an easy death."

Nagai Hikaru stepped barefoot over the blood on the ground and looked at the pile of money and jewelry in the corner of the room: "Tequila, please pack up the money and jewelry and bring them back to the base. And Isehara, take him to participate in the organization's training. If he passes, he can become an outsider."

"Thank you, Lord Bordeaux!" Isehara lowered his head and fell to the ground, where he kowtowed again. The blood had already flowed to his hands, and he didn't dare to move to avoid it.

Gin, holding a cigarette and a pistol, leaned against the door in only a turtleneck sweater, watching Nagai Mitsuru walk out with bloody footprints: "I've vented my anger. Who's injured? Hamura?"

"I was shot in the thigh by an arrow. Is there a safe house nearby? Take me to take a shower."

Gin tapped his phone a few times: "I asked Vodka to deliver the clothes. Which hospital did Hamura take him to?"

"Mihua General Hospital, that's the closest."

Gin raised his head after sending the message and looked at Tequila: "Are you the new member Tequila who came to Japan?"

"Yes." The white man with short gray hair did not look outstanding. He was tall, with firm facial lines. He had a calm look, and one could even say he looked decent.

"Remember to burn this place down. After you bring people to the base, you will stay there and wait for Bordeaux to make follow-up arrangements for you."

"Yes, am I going to the intelligence team in Bordeaux?"

"Now it is." Gin put out his cigarette, bent down and picked up Nagai Hikaru who was walking over, and put the cigarette butt and the pistol into the pocket of his windbreaker that was already splattered with blood.

After sitting firmly, Nagai Mitsuru took off the finger gloves and put his hand into his windbreaker, seemingly into an inner pocket.

Gin raised his hand to wipe off the blood spots on Nagai Hikaru's face: "That Bourbon guy is too useless. You should keep another one with you."

"No, Tequila's Kansai accent is too obvious. I will arrange a more suitable job for him. Why does a foreigner speak Japanese with such a strong Kansai accent? The boss also let him inherit Tequila's code name. What a bad taste."

Gin carried Nagai Hikaru down the mountain along the same route they came. When they got into the Porsche, thick smoke was already rising from the direction of the cabin on the mountain.

"You stuffed two people into such a small bandit group." Gin was a little amused, "and Hamura got hurt."

Nagai Hikaru frowned and sat in the passenger seat still a little angrily: "You're right, there will always be idiots who do something unexpected."

"What's the background of that Tequila?"

"The person that Cointreau recruited in the United States was given the code name Tequila by the boss when he arrived here."

"The United States?" Gin started the car. It was already dawn and he could clearly see the fire and smoke deep in the woods. "It has nothing to do with the FBI, right?"

"It's the FBI."

Gin raised his eyebrows slightly.

"We'll throw him into the FBI, and then let him apply to come to Japan as an undercover agent." Nagai tucked his bare legs into his windbreaker, stepped on the windbreaker with his bloody feet, and hugged himself into a ball.

"There are rats in Japan? Is he here to fish?" Gin wondered.

"No, he has other uses." Nagai Mitsuru looked at the sky and saw that it was getting bright. "Take me to take a shower first. I'm all sticky."

"Hmm." Gin looked to the right and found that Nagai Hikaru had straightened the sleeves of his rolled-up windbreaker and was swinging it back and forth in his hands. The blood on the sleeves was rubbed on his face again. The gentle light of the early morning shone on his tied-up blonde hair, making him look extremely gorgeous.