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

Fūya Rei lowered his eyes and looked through the emails. His gaze fixed on the report by Kazami Yuya. He read it quickly and found what he wanted.

[In the Pacific Ocean, when the leader of the organization was escaping, a tornado unexpectedly appeared, causing the capture operation to fail.

—Kazami]

He tightly gripped his phone, raised his head gloomily, and pierced the sky across the roof with his cold gaze.

Plot awareness?

fate?

Whatever the hindrance, the result is that the organization cannot be destroyed prematurely.

He had obviously anticipated this possibility a long time ago, and now at least he had found out the result, so it wasn't all in vain.

But the depression and hatred in my heart are hard to dispel, and even become heavier and heavier.

He took a deep breath, suppressed the anger in his eyes, quickly reviewed the progress of the public security, and gave instructions to Yuya Kazami.

The organization will conduct a thorough investigation of this operation. Any changes within the police force must be carefully scrutinized, and all internal undercover agents must be recorded. Furthermore, the organization will experience recent losses of members. Carefully support public security informants and undercover agents within the organization to gather evidence and intelligence.

——null]

This time, the plan against the organization was orchestrated by him, and the action was based on speed. Old Crow was slow to react and suffered a great loss. Even if the old man confirmed that he was the one behind the conspiracy, he would definitely use other means to investigate the organization while protecting him.

This is for others to see.

After all, everyone knows that an undercover agent leaked the information. If the boss doesn't investigate, the people under him may suspect that the boss is rebelling against him.

This is an inevitable process!

I think Gin, the scavenger, will kill a lot of people in the near future.

A trace of grief and sadness flashed in Fūya Rei's eyes. The only thing he found difficult to accept was that the boss might randomly find a few undercover agents of low value in the organization as scapegoats.

He simply didn't believe that the boss was unaware that there was an undercover agent in the organization. He was a person who put profit above all else.

As long as the benefits brought to him by undercover work outweigh the dangers, he will use it without hesitation.

Fūya Rei was silent for a few seconds and sneered a few times.

He would not compromise. Since the old crow wanted to put the blame on others, it was not up to the boss to decide who would take the blame.

Just like the despicable BOSS, Fūya Rei decisively decided to randomly grab a unlucky guy to divert everyone's attention.

Unlike the boss who fixed his sights on the undercover agent, Furuya Zero set his sights on Rum without hesitation.

Since it is impossible to destroy the organization before the plot begins, we should seize greater power, accumulate deeper capital, and gain more voice.

Rum has just those things.

The second-in-command of the organization has suddenly become an eyesore.

Fūya Rei switched contacts and contacted Cheesecake, asking him to throw the clue to Rum, so that he was in the mood to ask other questions.

[FBI movement.

— President of Caramel Pudding]

Cheesecake's response was quick.

[The FBI is preparing to cooperate with Tennessee to target the organization. Attention, the FBI is secretly investigating Amuro Toru.

— Cheesecake]

Furiya Ling was confused. In this incident involving Deputy Director Thomas, Toru Amuro had no presence. Why did the FBI target Toru Amuro and what was the purpose of the cooperation?

Calculating the time for Vermouth's arrival, Fūya Rei frowned, exited his email, cleaned up all traces, and turned off and put away his phone.

He took the organization's contact phone from Gibson, sat on the lab table and continued playing games.

As the laboratory door opened, the rhythmic sound of Vermouth's high heels rang out, neither fast nor slow, like a graceful supermodel under the spotlight.

Vermouth stopped less than a meter in front of Fūya Rei. Her beautiful face was filled with a smile as bright as a flower, but hidden underneath was countless calculations and bloodshed.

"Tennessee?" she called, smiling, her whole body full of tenderness.

Fūya Rei jumped down from the lab table without even looking up, his white coat forming a cold arc behind him.

He threw the phone away and Gibson quickly stepped forward to catch it.

"Ms. Chris, you're so late." Furuya Ling said aggrievedly, "I've been tortured here for two whole days."

Vermouth looked at Gibson meaningfully, her eyes fixed on Rei Furuya's hair soaked with cold sweat and his bloodless lips.

She said, half-seriously, "I think you must be having a lot of fun."

Not everyone has the ability to win a loyal dog with just a few words.

For example, in Tokyo, Nob Creek was submitting emails to that gentleman three times a day applying to come to New York to do a mission, and he also went to the hospital to block Gin.

He said he was taking care of the wounded, but everyone knew that he was holding Gin's gun at arm's length and muttering in Gin's ear that he wanted to fly to New York.

The hospital secretly sent a report that Gin's blood pressure had soared a lot during this period.

Ireland, who lived in the ward next to Gin, was also restless. After hearing that Toru Amuro was taken to New York by Tennessee, he immediately contacted his godfather Pisker.

Let Pisco go on a business trip to New York to expand the company's business, and at the same time keep an eye on Tennessee and protect Toru Amuro.

Everyone knows which one is it.

This kind of behavior can be called filial piety!

If Pisco hadn't taken into consideration that the man was injured, he would have hung him up and beaten him.

Because of this, Knob Creek and Ireland quarreled every day. If Ireland had not been injured and lying in bed, the two would probably have fought to the death in the hospital.

There is also a member who has just been given the code name Lafite. He was a survivor of the same training base as Knob Creek and belonged to Rum's intelligence team.

Every time I communicate with Rum via email about a task, I always end it with: I hope to work with Mr. Amuro in the future.

Vermouth was amazed by these grand performances.

Is Tennessee a Gu? If he continues like this, he will destroy the corners of the organization.

Vermouth seemed to have thought of something, and pretended to ask a supplementary question for their plastic colleague: "How do you feel? Are you uncomfortable?"

It can be said that it is very insincere.

Fūya Rei's brow was etched with lingering fatigue. He tugged at his white coat with disdain and complained in a drawn-out tone, "The master is so cruel! He threw me into the lab and left me there."

He yelled very loudly: "I hate the smell of disinfectant!"

He couldn't stay any longer.

Fūya Ling pinched his brows, listened to the rhythmic beeping of the electrocardiogram beside his ear, a flicker of annoyance flashed in his eyes, and he said gloomily, "I want a place to live."

Vermouth curled her red lips, her face charming and beautiful: "I'm ready, let's go, I'll take you back to the safe house."

She glanced at Tennessee's dazed look and understood.

The drug assistance and brainwashing over the past two days finally had an impact on him.

But even so, this guy is still very capable of causing trouble.

At least Gibson has to be replaced.

It's a joke that a researcher who leads brainwashing is loyal to the brainwashed victims.