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

Gibson's gaze was extremely uncomfortable. Fūya Rei said coldly, "If you keep staring at me, I'll dig your eyes out."

Gibson bit the flesh in his mouth, suppressing his excitement. He pulled out a small bottle of formalin from his pocket and asked eagerly, "Which eye do you want?"

It seemed that as long as Furuya Rei opened his mouth, he would immediately start digging it out.

He is so ruthless to himself, he is a cruel person.

Also, do you carry that bottle with you?

Fūya Rei's expression was indescribable. It was indeed very satisfying to have a subordinate for no reason, but this subordinate had to be a normal person.

He glanced at the "Dog Training Master" that was still lit at the bottom of the system screen, feeling bitter.

If I have to describe it, it's as painful as a traveler who has run out of supplies in the desert and accidentally finds a bottle of iced mineral water. He can't wait to drink it only to find out that it is Laoshan White Snake Grass Water.

The taste is like shit wrapped in sugar.

Furiya Rei suddenly looked at Vermouth and washed his eyes: "Didn't you say you would take me to rest? Let's go!"

In the end, Fūya Rei could be said to have fled in panic. He cursed in his heart, saying that this was indeed a criminal group, and there was not a single normal person among its members.

Vermouth, who was leading the way for him, was hesitant to speak. It’s just like you, Tennessee. Anyone who is attracted to you is a pervert.

After Rei Furuya appeared, the FBI immediately discovered his whereabouts.

New York is the FBI's headquarters, so it's easy to find someone who is not hiding anything.

Outside the mall, Shuichi Akai, sitting in the car, was holding the photos captured from the surveillance camera. His sharp eyes fell on the sickly face of the young man. His bright blond hair was wilted, and his pale lips made him look like he had just recovered from a serious illness, pitiful and fragile.

But when he looked at the surveillance camera, his expression was gloomy and cold, his purple-gray pupils were filled with nothingness and death, and beneath his beautiful and gorgeous appearance was a soul on the verge of breaking.

He was making a final plea for help.

——To this world.

Because of his despair towards the world, he chose to die without any regrets.

Akai Shuichi rubbed the photo with his fingertips and muttered to himself: "Is it almost broken?"

Gotta hurry up.

He burned the photo and drove towards where Rei Furuya was.

Of course, he did not rush forward directly, but monitored first and then waited for the right opportunity to act.

Suddenly, the cell phone rang.

Shuichi Akai took it and took a look. It was Judy.

Akai Shuichi: "..."

It’s broken, it seems like I have forgotten my companions.

"Xiu, where are you?"

Judy, standing in front of the convenience store with a cigarette and iced coffee, stared at the empty parking space and talked on the phone with an expressionless face.

Shuichi Akai: I suddenly felt guilty.

Seeing that he didn't say anything, Judy felt bad and asked tentatively, "Have you forgotten me?"

Akai Shuichi tried to explain: "-Judy, I suddenly received a message from James and found out the location of Amuro Toru, so I left... Calm down first."

Judy took a deep breath, a vein throbbing on her forehead. "We're all following up on Amuro Toru's intelligence. Everyone knows how important he is. If you tell me before you leave, will I stop you?"

And then you turned around and forgot about me?

You want me to calm down!

You are a piece of shit!!

Akai Shuichi's tone remained calm, but a hint of difficulty was revealed: "Sorry, Judy."

The photo captured from the surveillance camera shocked him so much that he ignored his companions.

"I'm very calm! It's you who's not calm, Xiu. Is she your wife? You lose your mind when you hear news about him?" Judy said sarcastically.

Akai Shuichi: “…Not yet.”

As soon as he finished speaking, the phone was hung up.

Akai Shuichi was silent. He sighed, "...It was a diamond that had been maliciously polished, scarred and on the verge of breaking."

The car turned a corner, and Shuichi Akai looked forward with a stern expression, his domineering aura filling the entire car.

He felt sorry that the pearl was covered in dust and it was a pity to see such a gem broken, so he wanted to try to repair it.

After being sent to a safe house by Vermouth, Rei Furuya confirmed that the house was safe. He hacked into the road surveillance and found that his figure appeared in the surveillance and there were signs of being transferred, so he retreated with satisfaction.

He followed the trail and found out it was the FBI, which was pretty quick.

Fūya Ling chuckled, leaned back on the sofa, crossed his legs, and began to ponder.

There is no apparent stain on Toru Amuro's identity. Apart from the Black Organization, no other organization would investigate him and would not find such an outrageous criminal record.

He only targets organizations.

The fake identity was made with the help of the public security. If the criminal record was really thrown on Japan, if it were to be exposed one day and caused international misunderstanding, Japan would be finished.

Apart from the organization, this clean identity is the most useful, and there is no need to hide...

Suddenly, Furuya Rei thought of the outrageous information sent by Officer Miyamura and had a heart attack.

This identity doesn't seem so 'innocent' anymore...

I want to curse someone, but I don’t know who to curse.

Fūya Rei was furious. Recalling the news from Nob Creek about the unjust intrusion into the organization's mission at the same time, he choked: "That curly-haired idiot and his idiot childhood friend!!"

Jinpei Matsuda and Kenji Hagiwara also felt very wronged.

After get off work in the evening, they made an appointment to go to an izakaya for a drink.

After parking the car, Jinpei Matsuda suddenly wanted to eat the fried meatballs from the shop at the end of the street.

But his products sell so well that I don’t know if they are still available now.

"We'll find out if we go and ask. Let the class monitor wait a little longer. He might still be chatting with Miss Raima." Hagiwara Kenji suggested with a lazy smile.

Jinpei Matsuda had no objection at all, and the two of them walked towards the end of the street arm in arm.

When I arrived at the end of the street, the place that should have been bustling was now extremely deserted. Under the dark sky, the owner of the fried meat patties was squatting in the corner pouring hot pot water, and there was not a single customer in sight.

Jinpei Matsuda's heart sank, and a hint of disappointment flashed in his blue eyes. Could it be that they are sold out?

He walked forward quickly, pushed up his sunglasses and asked, "Are there any more goods?"

This ferocious aura was as arrogant as his arrogant little curly hair.

The boss shook the iron wok, shook his head and said, "You're late."

Sold out.

"I arrived three minutes earlier today than yesterday! How could you possibly ship out the goods so quickly?" Matsuda Jinpei sneered, cigarette dangling from his lips as he flicked his lighter. "You must have a hidden stash! Hand it over!"

For example, there must be leftover meat patties in the stall drawer!

The boss put down the bucket and stood up. He had a muscular body and a tattoo on his tall figure. At first glance, he gave people the feeling that he was a gangster.

"That's for me. I have to survive."

The remaining meat pie is his dinner, no one can take it away!

Kenji Hagiwara, who was standing aside and listening to this conversation, was stunned. He touched the handcuffs on his lower back and had the urge to handcuff the two men to the police station.

You don't think there's anything wrong with your conversation at all, do you?