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

On the way to the airport, Vodka was still dripping with water. It was late November, neither hot nor cold, but it was so humid that it made him sneeze loudly.

Gin's face was gloomy, his eyes cold and scrutinizing. "Tennessee, how long are you going to make trouble? What are you dissatisfied with?"

Furuya Rei gave him a simple and harmless smile. Vodka, who saw this scene from the rearview mirror, couldn't help but cover his stomach.

Gin: "..."

Got it, it’s just for fun, right?

He subconsciously rubbed his head, glared at Rei Furuya with a gloomy expression, and said indifferently, "I've seen your mission. It's to assassinate Jones, one of the US congressmen. He knows his political enemies are against him, so he hired a team of international mercenaries on the dark web. Your only chance to kill him is December 12th."

"The U.S. government will be holding a major political meeting that day, and many politicians who are collaborating with the organization will be in attendance, including Congressman Jones."

"This mission only allows success." Gin snorted coldly and said meaningfully, "If you fail, think about Absinthe's condition. I believe you won't be willing."

Furuya Rei raised his hand and said sincerely, "I will definitely complete the task."

His eyes were dull as he muttered to himself, "This is horrible, truly horrible. How can there be eternal youth in this world? How can there be people who go to great lengths to make others live a hundred years or even achieve immortality? This is truly vicious."

Gin's eyebrows twitched wildly, but he didn't want to pay attention to him, so he could only pretend that he heard nothing.

The car arrived at the airport quickly, and Vodka was so happy that he cried as he watched Tennessee get on the plane with his own eyes.

"Let's go and have dinner." Gin said in a good mood.

Vodka happily suggested: "I'll go buy some rice balls for Big Brother."

"No need, let's drive to Showa Restaurant." Gin lit a cigarette and rolled down the window.

Vodka was surprised. Showa Restaurant is the largest, most expensive and best-tasting five-star hotel in Tokyo. He and his elder brother had been busy with tasks and had no time to eat there, but he didn't expect to eat there today.

A thought suddenly popped up in Vodka's not-so-bright mind: Could it be that his brother was celebrating someone's departure?

Ten minutes later, just as the car turned the corner, Gin's face changed drastically and he shouted, "Jump out of the car!"

Vodka didn't understand what was going on, but instinctively followed his brother's orders, pushed the door open and jumped down.

Three seconds later, a small explosion was heard in the car, followed by the sound of screaming chickens, which was harsh and unpleasant.

Not a bomb?

Gin's eyes flashed with murderous intent, and he took out a locator from the end of his hair. Before he could get angry, he looked up and saw that the Porsche had crashed into the gate of the mental hospital.

——I was fooled again.

Tennessee!!

The alarm sounded and the hospital's well-trained security rushed out.

They looked at Gin and Vodka as if they were mentally ill patients who had escaped from the hospital.

After both sides looked at each other for a long time, the dean spoke first.

"I wonder if you two are knocking on the door to take someone away or to move in?"

The director of the mental hospital made Vodka furious as soon as he opened his mouth.

Vodka said angrily, "How can you talk like that? Who wants to live here? Our car was bombed, and we jumped out in a panic and accidentally hit your door."

The dean was shocked, but then he thought, if there really was a bomb, wouldn't it have exploded long ago?

He winked at the security guard beside him, who understood and carefully went forward to check. At a glance, he saw a screaming chicken with red ink dripping from its face in the back seat of the car. It looked like a chicken-killing crime scene.

The security guard inspected the car in a rather indescribable manner, then came back and whispered in the dean's ear, "There's no bomb, it's a screaming chicken with a bleeding butt."

The dean's eyes changed, and the look he gave Gin and Vodka was like that of a mentally ill patient who was giving people a headache.

It seems that he does have a brain disease.

He gave the order without hesitation, and saw the strong security guards approaching Gin and Vodka with electric batons in their hands.

Gin and Vodka looked at the people surrounding them and subconsciously took out their guns.

The security guards calmly put their electric batons on their waists and took out their guns from their pockets.

There's no way around it. These days, underworld organizations are always sending people into the hospital whether they have something to do or not. Those dangerous elements are using all kinds of methods to escape from the hospital, so their hospital has to improve as well.

At the airport, after Gin left, Furuya Rei, who had disembarked the plane, sat in the waiting room. He smiled, turned off the location on his phone, and listened to the sounds of the battle through his headphones. He sighed from the bottom of his heart, "The people here are truly, as hospitable as ever."

It was worth his trouble to choose a sanatorium with a Yakuza background, electric fences, and a hidden arsenal.

Tsk, I wonder if I’ll be able to hear the news about Gin and Vodka being trapped in a mental hospital after arriving in America.

Fūya Rei smiled slightly, with evil intentions in mind.

He looked at his ticket and saw that he still had an hour to board the flight.

Yes, he bought a ticket for the previous flight using the identity of Toru Miyano, and a ticket for the next flight using the identity of Toru Amuro, just to leave later and see the excitement of Gin.

Listening to the miserable situation on Gin's side, he happily took out a bomb remote control.

Last night, Gin moved to a new safe house, and right after that, he arranged for Knob Creek to go over and plant a bomb in the garage of the safe house.

What fun it is to waste organizational property!

Without hesitation, Rei Fūya pressed the start button.

He seemed to hear a hallucination of explosions in his ears, and he disassembled the remote control into parts with satisfaction and threw them into the trash can.

He took out his personal cell phone, calculated the time, and quickly clicked on a scheduled email:

[After 3:30 p.m., the police and explosion-proof forces arrived at the mission site on time.

——null]

The email will be followed by the task address and detailed instructions.

It is guaranteed to give Gin, who is in the mental hospital, an unforgettable memory.

Just as he finished sending the email, a blonde woman in a dress came up to him.

Fūya Rei put away his phone, smiled brightly, and asked enthusiastically, "Ma'am, is there anything I can help you with?"

The woman with short golden hair smiled slightly, and her long eyelashes trembled when she lowered her head, adding a bit of shyness and purity.

So, Furuya Rei smiled even more gently.

The woman seemed to be encouraged. She mustered up her courage and said haltingly, "Sir, I fell in love with you at first sight. I wonder if I would be lucky enough to be your girlfriend."

These words seemed to have turned on some incredible switch. Fūya Rei's purple-gray eyes flashed, and a deep abyss-like color crept up his purple-gray pupils.

He asked in surprise, "Are you willing to die with me for love? That's wonderful."

He said happily: "Congratulations, you have a boyfriend."

The woman's face changed slightly. She didn't seem to say that?

Also, why does the word "suicide for love" appear here?

She had a bad feeling in her heart.