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

Fūya Rei walked out with his hands in his pockets. Gibson hurriedly followed him and handed the phone back to him.

He stuffed it into his pocket and walked out of the laboratory first.

Vermouth looked at his leisurely back, a hint of admiration flashing in her eyes.

It is undeniable that this guy has strong willpower and perseverance to withstand brainwashing for so long.

She felt a little regretful because she knew very well that the effects of the potion were irreversible.

The next time Tennessee steps foot in the lab, he'll belong to the organization forever.

This free soul will eventually be bound by the shackles of darkness and immersed in the mud.

Unable to help herself, she thought of the detective.

That personality, which possesses the wisdom of a god, is proud, willful, and arrogant, yet pure as a child.

Vermouth couldn't help but feel a bitterness in her heart, not because she really had any inseparable feelings for the detective.

But it's the kind of person who knows that he used to be like a god sitting in the clouds, but also predicts that he will fall and roll in the mud in the future.

A huge sense of gap came over him, but he himself did not care because his mindset had been distorted, and he lived his life in peace. Others had no choice but to feel sorry for him and feel sad and desperate for him.

"Gipson, since you want to follow Tennessee, I will transfer you out of the laboratory and make you his direct subordinate."

Although both of them are code members, and the organization's official rules are that code members have equal status.

But no one is so stupid as to believe it.

There are also differences in status among code members. They hold the right to speak and status and have their own factions. These are cadres.

Tennessee undoubtedly reached the position of cadre in the shortest time.

After all, no one is as good as him, and no one can cause trouble like him.

Gibson danced with joy, his tone unable to conceal his eagerness: "Yes, Lord Vermouth."

Vermouth's gaze passed over him with hidden scrutiny. It was obvious that Gibson was happier to be with Tennessee than in the laboratory.

Someone else has to look after Tennessee.

Vermouth quickly sent a message to her dog, asking him to book a flight to the United States immediately.

Calvados was summoned by the goddess and felt like a piece of cake had fallen from the sky. He was so excited that he forgot about the murderous looks of Knob Creek, Lafite and Ireland.

"Tennessee, do you have a grudge against the deputy director of the FBI?" Vermouth nodded her seductive red lips and asked casually.

There weren't many people in the underground laboratory. Walking out, there weren't many people except the security guards patrolling in public.

Fūya Rei could feel the cold muzzle of a gun pointed at them from the dark, but he seemed unaware of it. He lowered his head and played with his mobile phone, looking like an internet-addicted teenager.

He quickly flipped through the information on the organization's contact phone and said perfunctorily, "No, I just wanted to play a game with the FBI. Thomas is the lucky one I picked randomly."

[Sir, Vodka is looking for an Onmyoji these days.

——Lafite]

[By the way, sir, I have successfully obtained the code name: Lafite, and am awaiting your instructions.

—Number seven.]

The corners of Fūya Rei's mouth curled up secretly. Mr. No. 7 was very capable, which was completely different from his honest and simple face.

He casually passed the news of Vodka's search for the Onmyoji to Officer Miyamura. Since he was not in the country, Officer Miyamura would be responsible for these matters.

When he saw the message from Nob Creek, his smile suddenly changed, becoming dark and cold.

Korn went awry during his mission today. The police have been contacted to clean up the mess. They've been confirmed to be the twins from the Explosives Unit. They're part of your intelligence network. Korn has overstepped his bounds. Do you need me to teach him a lesson? Awaiting Mr.'s response.

—Knob Creek.]

Jiangu Ling:? ?

I screamed silently in my heart: Matsuda, Hagiwara, what are you doing!

Can you all be involved in Cohen's mission?

Are you trying to force me to show up this way?!

Furuya Rei quickly replied:

[Let Korn know what not to touch.]

"Oh? Why are you suddenly unhappy?" As if sensing his fluctuating emotions, Vermouth tried to come closer but suddenly froze.

The black muzzle of the gun, emitting a cold air, was pressed against her brow. Fūya Rei held the gun, a malicious smile on his lips, and like an unreasonable child, he stretched out his tone: "I—I don't want to show you."

He pulled the trigger decisively, and with a bang, the bullet brushed past Vermouth's hair and hit the door of the laboratory.

"A classy lady should know when to stop, Miss Chris."

Vermouth's pupils suddenly shrank, and her emerald pupils reflected the cold and arrogant posture of the blond and dark-skinned young man.

Looking down from a high position, the oppressive and bloody feeling unique to darkness is inadvertently revealed.

She slowly raised her hand, took two steps back in a gesture of compromise, glanced meaningfully at the gun in Furuya Rei's hand, and said with a smile, "Gibson is really a good dog. He found a weapon for his master so quickly."

Gibson took off his mask, revealing his mixed-race face, which was angular, handsome and masculine.

The small braid of his medium-length brown hair fell on his right shoulder, giving him a more refined and unsophisticated look.

Vermouth's words made him smile with great excitement, and he showed his cheerful attitude without hiding it: "It is my honor to be of service to Lord Tennessee."

He exuded a dangerous and nervous aura, completely lacking the harmlessness of a researcher.

Gibson, having taken the initiative to remove his disguise, turned to Furuya Rei, licked his lips with excitement, and said shamelessly, "If you wish, I can call you Master."

Fūya Ling was so frightened that he almost jumped up, as if every cell in his body was shouting: Don't come over here!

That posture is like a cat whose tail is stepped on.

Seeing him behave like this, Gibson seemed... even more excited.

He even called out a few more times in a particularly nervous manner: "Master, Master, Master..."

Vermouth was silent, which really broadened my horizons.

How does this guy manage to smile so twistedly, like a Hentai?

I didn't notice anything abnormal about Gibson before.

But when I think of Calvados, whose imagination is now unstoppable, Ireland, whose heart and eyes are full of golden-haired little princes, and Knob Creek, who is determined to be a dog...

Vermouth subconsciously set her sights on Rei Furuya, so it was obvious where the problem lay.

Noticing her gaze, Furuya Ling's ears turned red and he said angrily, "Why are you looking at me?"

Vermouth pinched her brows and said in a cryptic way, "Let's go to the temple to worship during the New Year."

Let the gods take away this physique that attracts perverts.

Jiangu Ling:? ?

He was speechless for a moment, but after being treated like that by Vermouth, he calmed down.

He struggled to calm down his strange mood and mustered up the courage to look at Gibson again.

...I can't take it anymore. My eyes suddenly feel dirty.