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

Gossip aside, the attention of many codename members was still focused on the meeting that had already ended.

This meeting seemed like a joke, but it allowed them to see the undercurrents at the top.

Rum's intelligence team, Gin's action team, Vermouth and Calvados, Bourbon and his rivals, and the rest of the codenamed members who have no say.

Is this the struggle for power between different factions of the organization? A battle without the smoke of gunpowder is indeed more terrifying.

Hey, are there some less sociable factions mixed in among these factions?

Think of Bourbon, whose painting style is different from others. Everyone: ←_←

Inside the safe house, Fūya Rei logged out of three accounts, turned off the bow tie-shaped voice changer around his neck, and sat elegantly on the chair.

When he put away the smile on his face, he looked like an inhuman, exquisite doll.

When he heard Gin banging on the door, he casually hung the bow voice changer from the secret compartment around his neck so as not to expose his ability to fake his voice.

Preventing the enemy from seeing your cards clearly is the key to a comeback.

Furiya Rei looked at Gin, his voice maliciously sweet: "Gin-kun, do you have anything else to say?"

"If you have too much free time, go and do the mission!" He leaned lazily on the chair, supporting his chin with one hand, and drove people away without any courtesy.

Gin glanced at the voice changer and didn't care about such a small toy.

He ignored Tennessee's protest and sarcastically asked, "Why, the organization's experiments didn't cure your brain?"

Several personalities started arguing with each other, you are really something.

His eyes fell on the cold sweat on Jōgu Rei's forehead. It seemed that the infighting between personalities was causing great harm to the original body.

His eyes were dark and unclear. He took out a cigarette and put it in his mouth in a somewhat irritable manner. He looked at the other person's uncomfortable expression, clicked his tongue, and put the lighter back.

"Where's the medicine?"

Furiya Rei lay on the chair, his head resting on his arm, like a harmless lamb, and tilted his head innocently: "I don't understand what Gin-kun said."

Gin immediately took several steps back in disgust, his face looking as ugly as if he had swallowed a fly, and he completely lost interest in communicating with Furuya Zero.

"No matter what abilities the organization gives way to you, remember that it won't indulge you forever. You'd better protect your only valuable brain."

Gin said coldly.

Furuya Rei propped himself up, fiddling with the bow-tie voice changer around his neck, and asked with a smile, "Are you concerned about me, Gin-kun?"

Gin: "..."

He hesitated to speak, and finally, because of Tennessee's mental state, he asked politely, "Have you taken your medicine, Tennessee?"

The smile on Fūya Rei's face froze.

Gin took out his lighter again and said calmly, "Protect your brain, Miyano Toru. It is the treasure of the organization."

He warned and turned away.

He didn't want to talk to the pretentious commander at all, and every time he talked to the commander he had to suppress the urge to shoot.

As expected, the desperate Bourbon and the detective who only wanted desserts got along better.

Even though one is sarcastic and the other doesn't treat humans as human beings.

Gin's figure inexplicably looked much more aged.

After thinking about it, he sent an email to Tennessee.

[Go to the CRS laboratory to check your brain and body. How come carbon monoxide poisoning didn’t kill you!

——GIN]

With trembling hands, Rei Furiya opened the email and read it, then laughed intermittently.

His lips were pale, his forehead was covered in sweat, he felt weak all over, and he was constantly feeling nauseous.

He knew it was an aftereffect of charcoal burning, but he wouldn't die anyway.

Fūya Rei looked nonchalant and took out his cell phone to contact Nob Creek to send him to the laboratory.

But when I think of Knob Creek's character, and then look at my current state—

Knob Creek is definitely going to break out!

Not wanting to embarrass himself, Fūya Rei remained silent for a moment and contacted Calvados.

After all, there are only a few code members who have the authority to know about the laboratory, so there is no choice.

[Bourbon: Calvados, help me send Toru Amuro to the CRS lab. On your next mission, I'll give you intel for free.]

Calvados received the news: ...

Did you ask someone else to deliver your canary?

Aren’t you afraid of just giving it to someone else?

Oh, not that he was coveting Canary, he was just shocked by Bourbon's generosity (pointing).

It was clear that at the Codename members' meeting before, Bourbon had shown his respect and protection for Canary in his conversations with others, and even had a strong possessiveness towards her.

It seemed as if anyone who looked at the canary for a second longer had bad intentions.

So generous now?

It's a scam!

Calvados was afraid he would be ripped off and end up like Chianti, so he cautiously asked, "Why don't you give it to me, or ask Camus or Tennessee whiskey to do it?"

Rei Furuya: What a coincidence, you are talking about me.

His head was dizzy, his fingertips trembled as he typed, and he spread rumors seriously.

[Bourbon: We were all beaten by Gin. Please go and send him off.]

The information is followed by the address of the safe house.

Calvados: ...

Why didn't Gin beat you to death?

He had no choice but to drive to the safe house to pick someone up.

Forty minutes later, Calvados received the call.

The door of the safe house was not locked. When he pushed it open, he saw Toru Amuro sitting in a chair with a frown and eyes closed, as if he had lost consciousness.

Calvados was shocked. What happened?

He looks so weak, is he sick?

"Amuro-kun, are you okay? Bourbon, let me take you to the laboratory." Calvados said in a lowered voice.

Fūya Rei opened his eyes, his purplish-gray pupils misted with pain. He said in a hoarse voice, "Thank you. I'm not feeling well. Sorry to bother you."

Calvados took a few steps forward, took the initiative to help the man up and walked towards the car.

As soon as he walked out of the door, Fūya Ling's body went limp and he fell towards Calvados as if he had no strength left.

Calvados was shocked. Beauty, beauty trap?

What do you want to do?

I never thought of touching you, I am innocent!

He looked around like a thief, instinctively pushed the person away, and quickly jumped back a few steps, fearing that he would be misunderstood.

He only has goddess Bell in his heart and is not attracted to men.

No one knew whether he was too strong or Canary was too weak, but he pushed the man so hard that he staggered a few steps and crashed into the tree in the flower bed.

Calvados's face was filled with horror. Oh no, the canary was going to be hurt in his hands.

Help, help!

If Bourbon knew about this, wouldn't he plot to kill him?

Before Calvados could rush over to save the man, he saw the weak blond young man who had hit the tree raise his head sickly, his purple-gray eyes full of sharp piercings as he looked behind him. He reached out without hesitation and grabbed the fragile throat of the man behind the tree.

The man was shocked and couldn't break free for a moment.

Fūya Rei narrowed his eyes calmly, exerted a little force with his hands, and pulled the man in front of him.

He smiled slightly, brushed away the hair that was stuck to his forehead due to cold sweat, and asked knowingly, "Are you spying on me?"