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

Rei Furuya recounted the fabricated identity in a gentle, unhurried voice, "When I was a child, I was adopted by Dr. Elena for a while. Later, due to psychological problems, I went to the United States for treatment. Since then, I have lost contact with the Miyano family, and you have never seen me again. Remember that?"

Miyano Akemi realized that this was Zero's fake identity, but the feeling of having family was so happy.

At eighteen years old this year, she has long been overwhelmed by the high pressure of the organization and the separation from her sister. It is great to have a brother to support her and protect her and her sisters.

Miyano Toru——

Brother Che!

He is the eldest son of the Miyano family.

She smiled so happily that her eyes curved. She did not bother to delve into Brother Ling's true identity because she knew it was safest for her to remain unaware.

But she soon became worried again: "Should I hide our relationship from the organization?"

The organization originally wanted to use her to contain Shiho, and she was afraid that she would be used by the organization to harm Zero.

Fūya Rei touched her head and felt pity for this sister who was only a few years younger than him.

He shook his head and said, "Don't hide it. I've already taken care of it. If someone from the organization investigates, you should respond according to my instructions."

"As for our meeting, if no one asks, there's no need to mention it."

Miyano Akemi asked hesitantly, "Shiho?"

The blond youth tilted his face slightly and chuckled, "You can tell Shiho-chan anytime you want."

"I understand."

"Don't worry, I've taken care of it. The organization won't find out any information it shouldn't know." Seeing the girl's nervous look, he smiled.

Miyano Akemi nodded repeatedly, the slight sadness between her brows disappeared, and she looked a lot more relaxed.

Furiya Rei opened the car door and turned to look at Miyano Akemi before leaving. His voice was gentle but firm: "Don't be afraid, Akemi. No matter what, I will protect you and Shiho."

Miyano Akemi smiled with tears in her eyes, as if some burden had been lifted from her heart, and said with a bright smile, "I understand, Toru-ge."

Fūya Rei hailed a taxi and headed towards the safe house. Sitting in the car, his eyes were blank and his thoughts were racing.

Miyano Akemi should be able to be saved, right?

In the comics, she would be killed directly by Gin. Without mentioning the deeper reasons, it is obvious that Miyano Shiho is not important enough.

Now with him added, no matter what the organization wants to do to the two sisters, they can't get around him.

He closed his eyes and rubbed his temples, the bloodshot in his eyes very obvious. The suppression of the worry master's personality made him very tired, and all he wanted was to sleep.

I forced myself to go back to the safe house and get some underwear. Gin's Porsche was already parked outside.

He stood in the house, staring at the car expressionlessly, and dialed his boss's number on his cell phone.

"Sir," Furuya Rei said lazily, his tone drawn out like a spoiled child. "Didn't you see my email? Why are Macallan and Stout still in Japan?"

The boss hesitated, unable to come up with an excuse, and could only say helplessly and tolerantly, "Tennessee, don't be willful. They are both capable, and the organization still needs their efforts. There's no way we're going to send them away and leave them idle."

Fūya Rei had a blank expression on his face and asked pitifully, "Can't you really promise me?"

The boss recalled the all-knowing detective and the manipulative mind-teller, and with difficulty refused: "Don't be willful, my child."

He soothed them, "Although I cannot agree to send them out, I can grant you a reasonable request."

"Then I want Bourbon to die." Furuya Rei answered directly.

The boss tried to understand the child, like a helpless yet concerned parent: "...Do you want to kill the personality of Miyano Toru? There are many good doctors in the organization's research institute who can help."

"No," Furuya Rei denied. His voice was filled with excitement and anticipation, and he spoke with a playful air. "What I meant was, I killed the previous Bourbon, so from now on I'll be the second Bourbon."

Boss: “……?”

Don't be in a hurry, let me sort it out. Old people are a little slow to react and their brains are not thinking straight.

"You mean, Miyano Toru 'died' and Amuro Toru took over?" the boss asked stutteringly.

Furuya Rei's voice was perfectly harmless: "That's what you understand."

He was fed up with Chianti calling out "canary" all the time. It was so annoying.

Moreover, Aquavit's script works well.

After Hiro joins the organization, people will definitely be happy for him when they hear that he has dealt with the original Bourbon and inherited the title of Bourbon.

Furuya Rei thought with great anticipation, and said, "I'll choose the right opportunity to spread the rumor. All I need is for those who know my identity to cooperate."

The boss glanced at the variety show that was playing, turned off the TV, and said kindly, "I agree. It's as you wish."

After hanging up the phone, the boss thought to himself that this program was completely useless. He had been watching it for nearly half a month, but still didn't understand what the young people of today were thinking.

After achieving his goal, Rei Furuya looked directly at Gin's face as he lowered the car window.

Tsk, bad luck.

He drew the curtains and went to pack his things.

This time, Gin planned to personally send Tennessee onto the plane, and by the way, he would give some instructions to the members of the organization who were following Tennessee, asking them to keep an eye on Tennessee on the plane and not give him the chance to jump out of the plane and commit suicide.

There were dark circles under Gin's eyes. After Tennessee exposed his safe house in Japan yesterday, he packed up his things with Vodka overnight and chose a new address. He blew up all the old safe houses and finally relaxed.

Even the dark circles under Gin's eyes couldn't hide his good mood when he thought about Tennessee leaving Japan to harm that woman, Vermouth.

but--

Gin looked at Vodka, put his hand quietly into his pocket to open the safety of the Beretta, and asked calmly: "What are you not telling me?"

There was something wrong with Vodka. From yesterday to today, he spoke very little and didn't do anything stupid.

There must be a demon in the abnormal situation.

Vodka's burly frame trembled when his eldest brother called him out. He cried out, wanting to cry but unable to. "Brother, brother, please forgive me. I didn't mean to not speak up for you yesterday. I'm just, I'm just a little scared of that psychopath Tennessee."

He said timidly, "That guy will take me bungee jumping, like jumping off a 15-story building (whine)."

Gin was speechless and his hands loosened in his pockets.

He didn't expect that Vodka had been struggling with this issue for more than ten hours.

"Okay, no one else spoke up for me, did they?" Gin said unhappily.

Voltaire's eyes filled with tears, and he realized later that his elder brother seemed to be even worse off than him, because he had such a bad relationship with others.

No, no, no, this is not the boss's problem, it's the organization's problem.

Why are all the people in the organization like this? They collectively bully and isolate the big brother.