Nagai Hikaru's Ke Xuexing

The next day, Nagai Hikaru and Hamura Shuichi opened the door of Ireland's safe house. The wounded Ireland stood at the door with a pistol, pointing the gun at Nagai Hikaru's forehead: "Who are you!"

Nagai Mitsuru raised his lips and said, "Ireland, are you going to shoot me, a fellow member of the code name?" Then he raised his hand and blocked the muzzle of Ireland's pistol with his fingers, pushing the pistol away. "Even if the gunshot wound is just a penetrating wound and there is no bullet left in the body, it's not painful now, right?"

"Are you...Bordeaux?" Ireland slowly put down the pistol.

Nagai Mitsuru violently knocked the pistol out of his hand, and raised his other hand to slap Ireland in the face.

The sound was crisp. Ireland covered his face and took a step back to counterattack, but Nagai Mitsuru raised his leg and kicked the injured part of his left shoulder. Then he turned around and kicked Ireland in the chest, sending him flying.

When Ireland was about to land, Mitsuru Nagai walked up quickly, grabbed his neck, and slammed his head heavily to the ground.

Ireland was dizzy for a while, his whole body was in pain, and he felt that several of his sternum were broken.

"What...are you going to do?" Ireland was shocked and angry, blood oozing out of his mouth. "It's just...taking advantage of my injury to attack me..."

Nagai Mitsuru tightened his grip around his neck, and Ireland was immediately suffocated to the point of being unable to speak. He struggled with his hands for a few times and felt like he was seeing death.

Only then did Nagai Mitsuru loosen his grip on his neck a little, and looked coldly at Ireland on the ground: "Trash! I gave you a chance to kill Akai Shuichi, but not only did you let him escape, you also got shot."

"Cough cough!" Ireland, who was gasping for breath again, coughed violently, causing pain in his sternum and trembling all over his body.

Nagai Mitsuru raised his other hand and slapped Ireland again: "Waste!"

Ireland finally fainted.

Nagai Mitsuru let go of the hand that was still pinching his neck, stood up, took the handkerchief handed to him by Hamura Shuichi and wiped the few drops of blood on his hands.

"It's so disgusting, so much saliva is sprayed out." Nagai Mitsuru said with a frown.

"...Miss, that's blood. Is it transparent this time?"

Nagai Mitsuru was stunned for a moment, then lowered his head and sniffed the handkerchief, which smelled of whiskey: "Oh, it really is. It looks like a slightly yellow transparent liquid. I thought it was his saliva."

"I see. It seems that Lord Ireland is also special." Hideichi Hamura took the dirty handkerchief with a smile.

"What a waste." Nagai Mitsuru squinted at Ireland who was already unconscious on the ground, "I thought Gin Face would be fine."

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Ireland woke up with his wounds bandaged but his entire body bound in a straitjacket, in a white room that looked like a hospital room.

He closed his eyes and carefully observed his surroundings. It was an empty room. There was nothing but the iron bed where he lay. He closed his eyes and tried to pretend to be asleep, but after counting his heartbeats for about two hours, no one showed up. Ireland had no choice but to pretend to have just woken up and shouted, "Is anyone there? Bordeaux?"

After about ten minutes, a white door opened and Nagai Hikaru, wearing a white dress and long-arm gloves, walked to the bed.

"Bordeaux, what are you doing?"

"You are injured and your location has been exposed. In order to prevent the FBI from visiting you, I can only take you home to heal your wounds." Nagai Mitsuru answered expressionlessly.

"...My injuries were all caused by you."

"Nonsense, I didn't shoot." Nagai Hikaru slapped Ireland in the face again, "Think carefully before you speak, I am taking you home for treatment out of kindness."

Ireland's face was slapped and he turned away. After a while, he gasped and suppressed his anger. He turned back to look at Nagai Hikaru: "What do you want?"

"I just said I was going to heal you." Nagai Mitsuru had an expression on his face that said, "Are you stupid?"

Ireland gritted his teeth. "You have to do it this way?"

"You don't think I'll kneel down and hand you your slippers as gently as the Japanese Yamato Nadeshiko, do you? You can tell from my blonde hair that I'm of different blood."

"…No, just tell me to go with you."

"Oh, but I still want to beat you up." Nagai Mitsuru's mouth curled up, "After all, it was because you let Akai Shuichi go that my brother Jin got his face injured." He couldn't change his fate.

"Brother Jin? Gin? Hahaha, isn't it disgusting to call him that?"

Another slap landed on Ireland's other face, and Nagai Hikaru smiled: "I think you should learn how to know the current situation."

Ireland was a little sobered up and stopped talking.

Nagai Mitsuru nodded and said, "Cooperate with the treatment. You will need to rest for half a month for the shoulder wound alone, and at least a month for the rib fractures and neck contusion. Oh, and there are some abrasions from the fight. You really don't take care of your body."

Ireland held back and didn't say that you were the one who caused his injury.

Nagai Hikaru nodded again, "The straitjacket will be taken out for you in a few hours. This room is completely sealed. You will eat at fixed times and be sprayed with anesthesia at fixed times so that you can rest well. The doctor will come in at that time to help you change the gauze and wrap your wounds."

"…I won't run away. I don't need anesthesia."

"Really? I don't believe it." Nagai Mitsuru shook his head and smiled.

Ireland exhaled and calmed down: "Bordeaux, I can apologize for what I did to offend you."

"Your waste has annoyed me." Nagai Hikaru glared at him with a smile, "Seeing Akai Shuichi follow him into the alley without any preparation, if your American colleagues are like you, I'm worried about the working environment at Jundu."

Ireland decided not to speak.

Nagai Mitsuru was satisfied: "Don't worry, you won't be bored. When you wake up here, we will play movies for you, listen to music, and even play some news from outside for you every day.

“You can also play it on demand if you need it.”

He snapped his fingers, and a screen fell down next to him. Nagai Mitsuru pointed at it and said, "Voice-controlled: Play "The Ring."

The screen flickered and a movie started playing.

"You see, I'm still very good to you." Nagai Hikaru gently touched Ireland's hair, "Just shut up when you should and be obedient."

Leaving the basement, Nagai Akira's voice rang through Nagai Hikaru's earphone: "Is this test subject brainwashed to fear you, sister?"

"Yes, it's long enough to see the effect, and the seeds have already been planted. If the effect is not good after a month, I will beat him again until he lies down."

Nagai Mitsuru took off his gloves and threw them to Shuichi Hamura behind him.

Then he took out his phone and called Amuro Toru: "Ah, Brother Toru, I won't come to get the SD card today...

“No, Brother Zhen doesn’t know about this, it’s another matter.

"Well, Brother Toru, you know Akai Shuichi, right? Yes, yes, that's the FBI undercover in our organization. He was spotted by Ireland yesterday, and when he ran away, he met Brother Jin. But he ran away, and Brother Jin was very angry, saying that I didn't even know he was in Tokyo.

"Well, is he okay? ...Oh, I asked Akai Shuichi, doesn't Brother Toru know? I thought you were all sent by other organizations, and you should have a good relationship with each other.

"Oh... I don't have a good relationship with him, that's good, that's good...

He must be injured, right? ...Ireland said that, yes, Ireland changed places to hide and recover...

"Has Brother Toru contacted Akai? If so, tell him and hide away. Brother Jin is very angry...

"Ah... don't contact him... you... oh okay. Then are the FBI good people? Ah, the police are good people, I know... oh...

"It's so complicated... Then I won't ask Shinichi. Hmm!"

After hanging up the phone, Nagai Mitsuru shrugged and said, "It seems that the public security and the FBI are still on guard against each other."

Hamura Shuichi smiled and nodded: "It is always difficult for people to have the same interests as each other."

Nagai Hikaru blinked: "If fate is destined to be unstoppable, then Akai Shuichi should die once."

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"Let Kiel kill Akai Shuichi?"

When Gin was lying on his bed in his room, bored and watching the news, Nagai Hikaru banged on the door frantically and had to let him in. He then heard some strange suggestions from Nagai Hikaru.

"Have you found the location of Shuichi Akai?" Gin was not wearing a windbreaker. He only buttoned two buttons of a white shirt and casually wore a pair of black casual pants. He walked barefoot on the carpet to let Nagai Mitsuru into the house.

"No!" Nagai Hikaru said confidently, "But isn't Kiel the CIA? She must have a way to contact him."

"And let the FBI and CIA help that man arrange a fake death?" Gin's tone was very impatient. He opened a bottle of whiskey from the wine rack on the right side of the room and poured it into the glass. He took a sip without adding anything else.

"Ah, Brother Zhen, do you think it will be like this?"

"There have been traitors to the organization who have escaped like this before..." Gin shook the remaining half glass of wine, put the remaining half bottle of wine back into the wine rack, and sat on the sofa.

Nagai watched Gin's smooth movements and poured himself a glass of wine, not even pouring himself a glass of water, and raised his hand in protest: "I want to drink too."

Gin ignored his protests, raised his legs and stretched them on the coffee table in front of him, supporting his face with one hand and holding the square wine glass with the other: "Even if you are guarding and killing people, the other side changed their disguises and volunteered to sacrifice in place of Akai, can you tell?"

"...Okay, so I want you to do it yourself before I feel at ease?"

The TV news was reporting that a village was engaging in illegal gambling during a horseback archery festival. The volume was a bit loud, and Nagai Mitsuru glanced over there.

Gin finished the rest of the wine in one gulp, "If Gil can get Akai Shuichi out, I'll find someone to kill."

"Ah, then wouldn't that mean a human replacement?"

"Kier just wanted to talk to Akai Shuichi about why they wanted to change people. Even the time and place can be decided by them."

Nagai Hikaru took the empty cup from Gin's hand and put it on the coffee table: "What's the reason?"

"Gill's CIA identity has been exposed, and her biological brother has fallen into the hands of the organization. She needs someone from the FBI to help her rescue him. So of course she has to see who is the strongest in the FBI."

Nagai Hikaru's eyes lit up: "Indeed, if we invite people like this, the other side will definitely not let Akai hide."

Gin nodded, stood up, grabbed Nagai Mitsuru's collar and threw him out of his room: "Next time, don't be so anxious to knock on the door and ask for me."

"Killing Akai Shuichi, isn't that important?"

"You're too noisy."