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

The tone of these two people, like yakuza deal liaisons, really challenged Hagiwara Kenji's nerves as a police officer.

The corner of his mouth twitched, and when he was about to say something with a stifled smile, a cold voice sounded beside him.

"Want me to finish him off?"

Kenji Hagiwara's expression froze. He immediately took two steps back and looked sideways, then turned on his cell phone to shine the light over there.

The man was tall and burly, with short wavy gray hair held down by a black baseball cap.

Kenji Hagiwara's pupils shrank. It was him!

The member of the organization who threatened Koharuya outside Asai's villa.

As if in a stress response, he subconsciously revealed a frivolous smile, his half-long hair slightly covering half of his cheek, and half of his body was immersed in darkness.

Those violet eyes were deep and dangerous, and the tone was erratic and eerie, making people's scalps tingle.

"Oh, it's Killer-chan, how come you have time to come here today?"

His tone was sweet, and before he knew it, he was next to Matsuda Jinpei. The two stood side by side in a protective posture, shielding the innocent boss behind them.

Jinpei Matsuda noticed Cohen's eyes on Hagi, and his body subconsciously tensed up.

Hagi's behavior was too much. What if the criminal was so excited that he wanted to lure the person into his organization?

The blond bastard hasn't been rescued yet, and there's no news from the police about their undercover organization's plan. It's like throwing meat buns at a dog if they're pulled in now.

Let's draw the attention to ourselves.

Boss Jinpei Matsuda's aura was fully on display. He lit a cigarette, and the scarlet sparks were particularly obvious in the dark night.

A thin layer of smoke came out of his mouth, and he said impatiently, "If you have something to say, say it. If not, get out of here."

Kenji Hagiwara was not scared by Cohen, but was frightened by Yu Kunran so much that his hands trembled.

He screamed in his heart like a JK, Xiao Zhenping, what are you doing! !

You're just teasing me, you know?

He's carrying a gun!

Innocent barbecue pie owner: ...

It was a bad year, and I had to set up a stall at a very illegal trading site.

No, it turns out that the curly-haired boss is a member of the Yakuza?

Thinking about how he often comes to eat his own kebabs, an inexplicable sense of accomplishment wells up in my heart.

Very good, from now on Curly will be my boss!

He is no longer afraid of the thugs who collect protection fees.

Kenji Hagiwara perked up and looked at Cohen with a sweet smile, like a gorgeous poppy, dangerous and seductive.

"Oh, what should we do? We're in a hurry to go back, but the killer is blocking the way." Hagiwara Kenji put his arm on Matsuda Jinpei's shoulder, a lazy and frivolous smile on his face, his eyes cold and ferocious. "Why not just do it? There's no outsiders here anyway."

Stall owner: ...?

You really don’t treat me as an outsider!

Cohen said only one sentence: ...

His eyebrows twitched, and he quickly said, "I have a mission that requires your help."

He felt emotional in his heart, he was indeed Bourbon's subordinate, as nervous and strong as he was.

Are all Tokyo police blind?

This person exudes a dark aura, his every move exuding recklessness and danger. He seems to belong to the otherworldly world. How on earth did he manage to pass the interview?

Japan's future is doomed.

Hagiwara Kenji's eyes grew darker, and he glanced at Youjunran vaguely, threatening him briskly, "But we haven't received any orders from Lord Bourbon. Are you crossing the line, Killer-kun?"

Matsuda Jinpei dusted off his cigarette, his cyan eyes piercing as he coldly and ruthlessly rejected the question: "You have no authority to command us."

Cohen: Oh, these two guys are so difficult to deal with.

But it was clearly Mr. Amuro who commanded them last time.

Is it because he is not from Bourbon's faction?

Do you have to discriminate against people like this?

Hagiwara Kenji asked tentatively with a hint of sarcasm, "So, what kind of mission is it that even Codename-sama can't handle?"

Cohen: You still know that I am a code-name cadre, so you should be more respectful to me.

He said dully, "I sniped a target at the stadium and was accidentally photographed. I need you to destroy the film."

Most of the members of the action team were injured in the last mental hospital shootout and are recuperating in the hospital. The organization has been targeted by various forces during this period, and most of its members have been frequently transferred and left.

The bulk of the department's tasks fell on him, and he hadn't slept for two days and two nights, so he was careless and made a mistake.

In order to prevent himself from being silenced by Gin, he needs to deal with this loophole as soon as possible.

Bourbon's subordinates are very useful and will not alarm the organization.

but--

Shouldn't peripheral members or informants be terrified when they see such a big shot as their code-named member?

Why are these two guys not only ignoring him but also acting so arrogantly?

What a bad temper.

Bad-tempered Hagiwara and Matsuda: Oh my goodness, the murderer is in my hands!

The two looked at each other tacitly, and both saw what the other was thinking.

Matsuda Jinpei took two steps forward, and under Cohen's puzzled gaze, he suddenly smashed the cigarette butt in his hand towards Cohen's face, followed by a fist as big as a casserole.

Cohen was startled and dodged to the right.

Kenji Hagiwara had arrived here and was waiting. He kicked Cohen's knee with great speed, and his right hand quickly touched his waist and grabbed Cohen's wrist.

There was a "click" sound, and silver light appeared.

Cohen froze.

He stared blankly at his handcuffed hands, his voice cracking with shock: "You actually want to use me to gain credit?"

What a sinister human heart!

It's true that you get what you deserve, like your superiors.

Bourbon, just tell me, you have disliked me for a long time, right?

He gritted his teeth and comforted himself, "Don't be afraid, don't be afraid. I'm the only one in Japan who can work. The boss won't agree to Bourbon's reckless behavior."

At most, he was just an eyesore to Bourbon and was frightened.

The current situation should be caused by the subordinates acting on their own, so it's not a big problem.

Cohen looked up helplessly and exchanged glances with Hagiwara.

Hagiwara Kenji's smile froze: "...What are you talking about?"

Cohen shook the handcuffs: "Isn't it? You wanted to catch me for credit, but fortunately the police have gone one step further."

You guys have such black hearts.

Matsuda Jinpei turned his head away, put his hands in his pockets, and said coldly: "Hold your head with your hands, squat down, no small movements, and stop talking nonsense."

Cohen's face turned cold, and with a flick of his wrist, a gun slipped out of his sleeve and fell into his hand.

He raised his handcuffed hands and pointed the gun at Matsuda Jinpei: "You want to use me to gain credit? You really are not afraid of death."

Matsuda Jinpei scoffed and suddenly reached out to grab his wrist. His sunglasses slipped slightly, revealing his dark blue eyes filled with coldness. "Assaulting a police officer with a gun is an aggravated offense."

Cohen was surprised and amused: "Attacking police? You?"

Kenji Hagiwara took a quick glance at the gun and his heart trembled.

Holy shit, this guy has more than one weapon.

The bad thing was that he and Xiao Zhenping didn’t bring guns.

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Hagiwara Kenji inadvertently blocked the view of the stall owner and asked seriously, "Killer-chan, what do you think is wrong?"