Ming Ke: Everyone at the same time thought I was a poor little thing

Half an hour later, the organization's safe house arrived.

As soon as the car stopped, Fūya Ling raised his head. His purple-gray eyes were still clear and sharp, and he looked at people with great incision.

"Here we are." Vodka stammered.

He also wanted to act like a senior, but when Bourbon looked over, the poster of his idol in the apartment naturally popped up in his mind, and he felt guilty for no reason.

"Thank you, Vodka-kun. Is there a refrigerator in the safe house?" asked Fūya Rei with a smile.

Vodka was confused: "Yes."

"Then I'll go wash up first. Vodka-kun, while you're doing your shopping, please buy me some clean clothes. Please hurry up."

Without waiting for a reply from Vodka, he stood up, opened the car door, and walked down. He glanced casually at the door to the safe house, his gaze resting on the flower bed beside it.

[I, the flower bed, have successfully become the Ebisu God and taken care of all the property in the house. I'm here in Takama-ga-hara~]

Fūya Rei pressed the corner of his mouth that was about to twitch. This kind of sarcastic remark clue can really make people feel defensive sometimes.

He took out the key from under the flower bed, opened the door and went in.

Vodka sat in the car in silence, and could even tell where the keys were at a glance. Bourbon really wasn't human, was he?!

Are they aliens or monsters?

Vodka drove to the nearby shopping mall with random thoughts in his mind and decided to buy some clothes first and then go to the nearest dessert shop to buy some dessert.

When the car stopped in front of the mall, Vodka was a little dumbfounded.

How to buy Bourbon clothes...

Inside the safe house, after locking the door, Rei Fūya quickly looked around the room.

It was clean inside, and there was nothing that shouldn't be there.

He carefully checked it again and finally felt relieved.

The relaxed and carefree look on Fūya Rei's body disappeared. After he went over his plan in his mind with a serious and calm expression, the phone rang.

He checked the caller ID and saw, as expected, it was Vodka.

After answering the phone, he reported his body size without waiting for the other party to speak.

In stark contrast to his bright, sharp eyes, his voice was lazy and sleepy. "Casual wear, suits, sportswear, shoes, and so on. Buy two sets of each, a complete set of inner and outer clothes. After you're done, go get reimbursed by Uncle Rum."

After saying this, Fūya Rei hung up the phone and went to the bathroom to take a shower.

After immersing myself in the performance all night, my body was soaked with sweat and felt sticky and uncomfortable.

On the other end, Vodka, without even having time to say a word, stared at the phone in awe as the call ended. His impression of Bourbon had risen to that of an omniscient and omnipotent alien.

Vodka finished shopping as quickly as possible, filling up the trunk of his car.

After checking the time and realizing that he had been delayed for a long time, he drove towards the apartment.

I remember there is a cake shop with a good reputation on this road, I can buy some cakes on the way.

Vodka came to the cake shop and said in an anxious tone, "Take one of each of the cakes you just made."

Bourbon's capricious demands had to be met. That guy was extremely lethal when he got angry, and he didn't want to experience it himself.

Shop assistant: "...Sorry, customer, someone has already bought it, so we don't have any cakes ready at the moment."

Vodka was dumbfounded: "How long does it take to make it now?"

"It takes at least fifteen minutes to make one. If you want everything, you'll have to wait for a while."

Vodka:…

When Vodka thought about going back empty-handed, being stared at by the unhappy Bourbon, and then having all his private secrets and dark history revealed, and having the whole organization laugh at him, he felt like the sky was falling.

His dignity and future must be saved!

As Vodka was desperately trying to think of a solution, a weak and decadent voice sounded.

"Waiter, have you packed everything?"

"Yes, it's all healed."

The office worker took out his card and said with satisfaction, "Then let's check out. You guys are very efficient."

Vodka turned his head suddenly like a sunflower. If he could materialize his idea, a light bulb would light up on his forehead.

Yes, he didn't buy it in the store, but he could buy it directly from others.

As for the possibility that the person might not sell it——

Vodka touched the gun in his pocket and thought confidently, he will sell it!

After the office worker paid the bill, he left with his hands full of cake. Vodka pushed up his sunglasses and followed him.

When passing through a deserted alley, Vodka pulled out a gun and pointed it at the office worker: "Stop."

The office worker shuddered with fear, and two large boxes of cakes shook and almost fell to the ground.

Vodka's heart also trembled. He tightened his face and scolded, "Be careful."

This is a cake for Bourbon!

How could it be broken!

The office worker almost twitched his lips, but managed to keep his expression steady and said timidly, "My card is in my pocket, and the password is four zeros. Take the money and leave, and don't hurt me."

Vodka rolled his big eyes behind the sunglasses and said, "The money in your card may not even be enough to buy my suit!"

"Who wants to rob you? Put the cake on the ground and be gentle."

The office worker took two steps back in fear, clutching his collar tightly, and stammered, "I, I like girls."

Vodka was stunned for a moment before he reacted, bah, who would want to do anything bad to a sloppy office boy like you? I also like girls!

He said with a gloomy face and gritted his teeth, "Who wants to rape me? I want to buy you a cake. Hurry up!"

The office worker had a look of surviving a disaster, and his expression was extremely complicated. He quickly put the cake on the ground, took two steps back, and said in panic: "Is this okay?"

He glanced at the cakes reluctantly and said with a look of heartache, "...These cakes cost me a lot of money..."

Vodka is in a hurry and has no time to waste talking to office workers.

He pulled out an anonymous card from his pocket and threw it to the office worker: "The money in it is enough for you to buy a cake shop. Get out now."

Seeing a chance to survive, the office worker's eyes lit up, he staggered forward, picked up the bank card and ran away.

"I'll get out of here quickly~"

The end of his voice had the ripples of a money-grubber. After leaving the vodka, the office worker straightened his back, took out a small comb from his pocket like a magic trick, combed his hair, and then sprayed it with hairspray.

He walked with a confident and steady gait, straightened his clothes, and took off his glasses and threw them into the trash can. The dejection in his eyes faded, and his temperament changed slightly, turning him back into a shrewd and capable public security officer.

Officer Miyamura leaned against the wall and sent a message to a number. After seeing that it had been read, he put away his phone with peace of mind.

He turned to look in Vodka's direction and muttered incoherently, "Among the Black Organization, only Vodka is as easy to deceive as ever. After all these years, he hasn't improved at all."

But looking at the bank card in his hand, he couldn't help laughing.

Over the years, every time he pretended to meet Vodka, there was a high chance that he could get a bank card from the other party.

Thinking of the several cards that he had handed over to the police, Officer Miyamura checked his conscience and thought, "Good, it doesn't hurt at all. I can continue to cheat next time."