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

Rum became suspicious and thought that Absinthe's encounter with the detective was a trap set by the detective and Miyano Toru for the organization, in order to enter the organization and take his two sisters away.

The boss listened patiently but was not surprised.

He laughed hoarsely a few times and said, "That's enough for us. I'm afraid the missing information was handled by that kid."

"I'm afraid Toru Miyano and Akemi Miyano have already met." Rum said deeply.

The boss didn't take it seriously. He said as a matter of course, "If that kid really came for the Miyano family, he would have already locked up the information before joining the organization. The existence of the Miyano sisters is no secret to him. He has been very patient to wait until now to meet them."

You have to know that young people are impulsive and passionate.

"Arrange someone to keep an eye on the Miyano sisters."

The old man closed his overly sharp eyes and said slowly: "No matter how smart a person is, they all have weaknesses, the Miyano family..."

So what if they organized it on purpose?

Once you're here, don't leave.

He always finds a way to keep the rebellious genius in his hands.

At this time, Japanese public security and special forces had disguised themselves as fishermen and secretly headed towards the Pacific Ocean.

The police who remained in the Tokyo headquarters mobilized police from other areas to rush out in full force, and the Explosives Disposal Team followed closely behind to check for self-destruct systems and bombs, and to clear out all bases of the organization discovered by Rei Furuya within Tokyo.

There are so many things that can be seen in the detective card and the worrywart card that Furuya Rei never thought about waiting until the plot begins.

He just wants to eradicate the cancer in the country in the shortest time possible. Any delay would be irresponsible to the safety of the people.

In the long darkness, there is not only waiting, but also countless lives. He must cherish every minute.

He stepped into the laboratory, his eyes fixed on the cold and sinful place.

I know the baseness of human beings, and I also understand the nobility of human beings.

I have killed innocent people and saved their loved ones.

I hurt them and I saved them.

Am I a hero, or a criminal?

One day in the future, the curtain of darkness will be torn apart.

Will I be brought to justice by the people I saved, or will I be killed in the dark of night?

When I think about it carefully, I don’t feel any regrets.

——When I was faced with destiny and responsibility, I unhesitatingly declared war on the gods in the sky.

From then on, my hands were stained with blood, I was burdened with sin, and I stumbled against my destiny.

In the spring when the robins sing, will anyone write poetry for me and affirm my glory?

When I die, will my successors, like me, shed their blood on this land that I love so much?

...Is my persistence meaningful?

"No, Rei."

"If you get hurt again next time, I won't be able to bandage you."

"I'm going somewhere far away."

"Goodbye, Rei."

The person who gave him warmth in his childhood was gone forever.

"I'm sorry, Zero. My cover has been blown, so I can only—"

"Escaped to another world."

"Goodbye, Zero."

It was as if his soul mate, Xiao Junran, abandoned him so decisively and cruelly. As the gunshot rang out, it became Toru Amuro's lifelong nightmare.

"Hey, blond asshole, let's have a fight."

"Xiao Yuya, I'll teach you how to drive."

And that unanswered text message: [What are you doing? Please contact me once in a while! — Ida.]

That Toru Amuro has been losing all his life.

After coming back to his senses from a trance, Fūya Rei tightened his hand slightly on the door.

——My persistence is meaningful.

He thought, I'm obviously trying my best.

I don't want to accept loss anymore.

"Happiness is something that will sink to the bottom of the river of sadness, glowing faintly like gold sand." As he stepped into the laboratory door, Jōgō Rei chuckled softly, his voice was tender and gentle, his purple-gray eyes were deep, but there was a gleam of light in them.

Vermouth, who had escorted him into the laboratory, sneered with a smile, "It's quite ironic that you, Mr. Dazai, said that."

A guy who manipulates people's hearts and minds like a devil, saying such ridiculous things as happiness.

Furiya Ling put on a half-smile and brushed it off lightly: "It seems that big stars have read a lot of books."

As she stared at the closing door of the laboratory, Vermouth's smile gradually disappeared as she stood outside. Isn't this ironic?

I really want to see you walking out of the laboratory. You must look so beautiful.

USA, one hour later, Hoover Building.

It is still the same agent Shuichi Akai and his gang, plus their boss James Blake.

An emergency meeting of the FBI team responsible for the Black Organization was held.

A long, yellow, rectangular wooden table was covered with documents, and the black leather chairs on either side were filled with people. The thick, delicate curtains were drawn, and the bright, warm light made the office seem as bright as day.

James Blake turned on his computer and clicked on the video in which Furuya Rei declared responsibility for the death of the deputy director, and moved the progress to the part where he said "You know what I need."

He tapped the table and asked, "What do you think he wants?"

Judy frowned and said, "He calls himself Tennessee Whiskey. This code name must be a high-ranking member of that organization."

An agent in charge of intelligence answered, "News has come from Tokyo that Tennessee has indeed left Japan and flown to New York."

"So what does Tennessee want?"

Agent Kamal guessed: "Maybe it's US dollars?"

Judy shook her head. "Impossible. That organization has plenty of money. I think it's arms."

James' eyes fell on the obsidian button in the video. With such wealth, there was no weapon he could not buy.

He pondered and said, "Perhaps they want information from the National Research Department. Didn't the undercover agent report that the organization has a secret research institute?"

The office fell silent for a moment, and no one could guess what Tennessee wanted.

James's eyes couldn't help but fall on Akai Shuichi. He coughed and asked, "Agent Akai, what do you think?"

Although I can't stand Shuichi Akai's mouth, his mind works quickly.

Everyone's eyes fell on Akai Shuichi.

Akai Shuichi didn't answer directly. He pondered for a moment, his voice flowing out like a saxophone, lively and pleasant: "Have you found out where Amuro Toru is?"

Judy held her breath, her face turning pale. "Why are you concerned about that Canary now? Are you still thinking of using him to join the organization?"

She cursed in her heart, but she still looked through the information and said, "Amuro Toru has not appeared in Japan. Rumor has it that he was taken to the United States by Tennessee."

As for where the rumor came from...

I heard that in the inpatient department of a certain hospital, Ireland, who was Gin's neighbor, couldn't find Toru Amuro, and in a panic he started harassing Gin through the wall.

Gin, who was recovering from his injuries, was extremely angry and yelled, "Tennessee packed him up and took him to America."

The cleaning lady heard it and the news reached the FBI.