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

Furuya Rei stopped in his tracks and said, not disguising his malice, "Oh? Miss Chris is quite powerful. She managed to get my position so quickly. Does the boss know how capable you are?"

Vermouth said sarcastically, "You can worry about me after you survive."

The organization suffered heavy losses this time. Even if Tennessee had more plans, it would not be able to escape unscathed.

She was waiting to see him make a fool of himself!

Vermouth hung up the phone and put it in her pocket, put on her helmet, lowered her body, and rode her motorcycle towards where Rei Furuya was.

I didn’t expect that guy to be near the airport!

Vermouth gritted her teeth and quickened her pace.

After hanging up the phone, Furuya Rei leaned against a hamburger shop waiting for Vermouth. As for the punishment, he glanced at the dusty "Divine Healing Baptism" card in the warehouse and was not afraid of the impending punishment.

He was planning to leave the organization's headquarters because he had gained so many detective cards, and the number of worrymaster cards was no less. The thought of keeping so much intelligence and information about the organization in his possession, unable to be put to good use, was a constant source of heartache for Rei Furuya.

His lover who is in dire straits is still waiting for him to save her.

For this reason, Fūya Rei went too far in the last two missions. He was deliberately provoking the boss and challenging the organization's rules.

The organization suffered such a huge loss this time, he will definitely be punished. Then he can openly abandon the organization's mission and recuperate, and secretly contact the public security to destroy all the organization's strongholds under his control.

Who would still doubt a half-dead person at that time?

After going over all the plans in his mind several times, he casually flipped through the text messages in his private mobile phone and saw the text message from Officer Miyamura.

[[Fraudster: What is kidnapping and coercion?]

Jiangu Ling:? ?

This makes no sense. What is the teacher talking about?

Furuya Rei thought about it and replied to Officer Miyamura with a question mark.

Tokyo, November 11, 21: AM, the thirteenth day of the Worrier Card Equipment.

In a remote and dilapidated low house, Officer Miyamura, who was dressed up as a trembling and neurotic old man, stared at the burly man lying unconscious on the bed with cloudy and broken eyes, his face full of kindness.

When he noticed the phone vibrating, a sharp light flashed in his eyes.

He took out his cell phone and took a look at it. The expression on his face disappeared instantly, and a feeling of disappointment was faintly revealed.

He can't keep this disciple anymore, right?

How could he be so slow? His rumors that shocked people's worldviews have spread to governments of all countries, but he is still unaware that his innocence has been lost.

Is this identity of an intelligence dealer a joke?

At the same time, Officer Miyamura felt completely relieved.

His slowness also proves that Jyoutani is not serious about this matter, which indirectly indicates that it is all fake.

That's great.

But he still had to avenge the vengeance that had kept him awake several times due to worry.

The petty-minded Officer Miyamura immediately sent the information to the students, as he was happy to see them make a fool of themselves.

He counted the time silently in his mind. After three minutes, he finally received a screen full of question marks from the students.

[Young Disciple: Where did you get this information from?]

Officer Miyamura grinned: [The whole world.]

Then, Rei Furuya lost contact.

Officer Miyamura didn't care. He even had the mood to dig out a relatively clean pink skirt from the garbage dump, hold the skirt and sit in front of the vodka, patiently waiting for the person to wake up.

However, Jōtani doesn't know much about organizational experiments, so he still has to start with vodka.

New York, three o'clock in the afternoon.

In a remote corner of the Big Stomach Burger Shop, a blond and dark-skinned young man was leaning against the wall with empty eyes, as if his soul had flown away, which made people feel very scared.

The wind blew his blond hair and school uniform, making him look youthful, but his face was expressionless and his heart was dead.

This must be a fake world, otherwise how could there be such terrible rumors.

What kidnapping and forced group sex? Damn it, who on earth is spreading rumors about me?!

Didn't I just agree with Gin's word 'canary'?

Why is there such a terrible rumor now!

When he thought of the 'whole world' the teacher mentioned, Fūya Rei felt disheartened.

At this moment, the screen playing advertisements on the building above the hamburger restaurant not far away suddenly flickered and was filled with snowflakes.

Not only that, all the TV stations, the Internet, and advertising screens in New York have become like this.

Fūya Rei blinked and suppressed his shame. The time for his appointment with Cheesecake had come.

He tried hard to delete the information he had just seen from his mind. What happened just now?

No, nothing happened.

He also hadn't received any text messages from Instructor Miyamura.

Furuya Rei coldly deleted all the text messages from Officer Miyamura without any hesitation.

Then he flashed to the storage room in the corner of the hamburger shop where few people came.

As he turned on the light, he took off his school uniform, revealing a black suit of excellent texture.

He leaned on the only sofa in the utility room, opened a live broadcast app on his phone, linked to the New York channel, pinched his throat, adjusted his false voice, and placed the camera on his chest.

At the FBI headquarters, the director stared solemnly at the computer in front of him, which was covered with snowflakes.

Hell, even the network in my own building was hacked.

The director knew very well that this was not an official promotion activity or news release. Someone must have occupied all the channels in New York and was preparing to broadcast something live. There was no time to delay.

"Disconnect the network immediately."

The director issued an order.

As soon as he finished speaking, the computer screen flickered, the snowflakes disappeared, and a figure appeared in front of him.

It was a black, straight suit, expensive, luxurious, elegant and solemn.

However, the camera angle made it impossible to reveal any features of the man. All that could be seen were the obsidian buttons on his black suit.

"Hello New York, hello people of free America." The tone was slow and elegant, revealing a frivolous tone.

The magnetic male voice said casually, "Today's illegal occupation of public resources has only one purpose. I hereby declare that I am responsible for the death of FBI Deputy Director Thomas."

As soon as he finished speaking, the whole of New York was in an uproar.

The FBI headquarters was in an uproar.

The chief immediately called Thomas, but no one answered.

He immediately asked the agent on duty near Deputy Chief Thomas's home to check the situation.

At this moment, the screen changed, and a gorgeously decorated room appeared before his eyes.

This is a sudden interruption video!

Everyone in the FBI felt uneasy, and sure enough, the next second, Deputy Director Thomas's body appeared before everyone.

Vermouth, who was on her way, parked her motorcycle on the side of the road, opened her helmet, looked up at the huge advertising screen, and couldn't help laughing.

I don't know who was behind this, but they slapped the FBI in the face. Haha, even the FBI deputy director was killed. The FBI has lost face this time.