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

In response to Cohen's slander, Hagiwara Kenji said calmly and righteously, "Devoting ourselves to our country and our people is our mission as police officers. Protecting innocent citizens and stopping others from committing crimes is what police officers do. What do you, a dangerous person, know?"

Cohen looked left at the unbridled, charmingly smiling police officer with half-long hair, then right at the cold, curly-haired, sunglasses-wearing boss who had pinched his hand until it turned blue. He then looked down at the bracelet on his hand and wanted to shout to the heavens:

Who is the honest man who kills without blinking an eye?

Of the three of them together, he is obviously the one in more danger.

Cohen felt that he particularly needed Chianti as a substitute.

He asked indifferently, "...Do you have to wait for Bourbon's call before taking action?"

At worst, he can use his favor to get Bourbon to take action!

Cohen stared at the two of them with deep hatred and inexplicable sadness.

It is obvious that he and Bourbon are both codenamed members, and he has more seniority than Bourbon, so why is he so shameless?

"Then wait until Bourbon contacts us." Matsuda Jinpei's voice was lazy and magnetic. He pushed up his sunglasses and his eyes turned cold. "My phone is on 24 hours a day. I'll just wait for him."

Jinpei Matsuda tugged at the tie around his neck, which became loose, making him look more casual and uninhibited, and also highlighting his arrogance and dominance.

He smiled with an ambiguous tone, his laughter full of gloom, and his eyes were fixed on Cohen. His teal eyes were sharp and cold, as if he wanted to tear this guy who dared to offend him into pieces.

His tone was heavy and slow: "I don't mind if you call him now. Do you need my phone number?"

Although Kenji Hagiwara knew that there was something else behind the incident at the villa last time, Bourbon had no excuse for what he did to Kojiro.

His violet eyes were mysterious in the dark night. He smiled, but his expression was inexplicably cold: "We have indeed been waiting for him. Don't be in a daze, contact Bourbon-chan quickly."

Cohen: You don't sound like you're waiting for a call from your boss. It's more like you're staking out a criminal, waiting for him to show a flaw so you can pounce and arrest him.

Cohen's mouth twitched. It was confirmed. Bourbon was no match for these two guys.

No wonder they were still so arrogant after he mentioned the name of Bourbon, unmoved at all, with no awe on their faces, and even wanted to regard him as an achievement.

Obviously, they were very obedient in front of Amuro Toru in the alley.

——So you’re only good in front of Canary?

Cohen didn't want to turn it into performance, nor did he want to offend Bourbon.

He struggled to his feet, leaned against the wall holding the gun, and said tentatively without any hope: "If you are willing to help me, I can tell you some information about Amuro-kun."

Cohen was ready for a falling out between the two sides. No matter how powerful Amuro-kun was, he was just a canary in a cage. How could these two guys, who looked so tough, agree to this?

Hmm? He didn't seem to hear the rejection?

Cohen opened his eyes wide and looked sideways. In the dim darkness, he clearly noticed the hesitation of the two.

Cohen: ? ?

Damn, this isn't right.

Aren't you Bourbon's subordinates?

It's bad enough that he disrespects Bourbon, but why is he so concerned about Canary?

Cohen was bewildered, but subconsciously said, "My reason for looking for you is not secret. If anything happens to me, Bourbon will inevitably be implicated. If something happens to Bourbon, Amuro-kun, who is under his protection, will not end well. You don't want to trade Amuro-kun's safety for a dispensable credit, do you?"

The duo of Xiao Xunran didn't say anything, but their faces turned ugly.

They knew very well that there was no way to capture Cohen, and what happened today was probably just a test.

The organization guided Cohen to them to test their intelligence and stance.

But they don’t lose out either.

They took the opportunity to use Cohen to test how much the organization knew about them and the current situation of their enemies at the same time.

As for arresting people, I can only give up.

As a codenamed member of the organization and a sniper in the action team, Cohen is not so easy to be captured.

Right now, his abilities weren't apparent because he thought they were allies, so he didn't act ruthlessly. If they found themselves on opposing sides, it would be hard to say who would live and who would die.

In any case, Kenji Hagiwara has no confidence that he can outsmart the endless tricks used by criminals.

Or is it assuming the other party has a gun?

The silence between him and Jinpei Matsuda had more meaning in Cohen's eyes.

Cohen couldn't help but recall the grand scene at the previous meeting where several codename members were vying for someone's favor.

He seemed to be thinking about something, thinking about raising the stakes: "I can give you a photo of Amuro-kun."

"Deal." Matsuda Jinpei said simply.

Since it was impossible to take the person away anyway, they simply agreed to Cohen's task. After Cohen left, they reported to the police.

After all, they were still assisting Cohen. If they followed him on his mission, the police could still find a way to rescue him. But if they organized others to do it, the chances of the person who accidentally took the photo surviving were slim.

But to Cohen, this gesture seemed impatient.

COHEN: ...with eyes wide open.

Good man, you two really covet the canary.

It's not polite to poach your boss's employees.

Next?

"Hurry up, take ten photos first." Matsuda Jinpei urged Cohen through his sunglasses with a powerful tone.

Kenji Hagiwara understood his thoughts very clearly, and he also thought this was the best solution.

"Killer-chan, you have to pay the deposit first." Hagiwara Kenji tilted his head and threatened with a bright smile, "Otherwise, if the mission goes wrong, it will be bad. No one knows if the photographer-chan has a backup, right?"

Cohen: Damn!

Threatening code name members, you really are not afraid of death.

His gun shifted, the muzzle pointing outward at the handcuffs.

There were two "bang, bang" sounds.

The smell of gunpowder wafted in, mixed with the smell of blood from where Cohen's wrist had been grazed by a bullet, and the lingering smell of cigarette smoke, making the night seem much colder.

Clang—the broken handcuffs fell to the ground, like a stone falling on the hearts of Matsuda and the other man. Their expressions tensed and they became alert.

This guy is really hard to deal with.

He's a lunatic who dares to shoot at such a close distance.

Cohen ignored the injury on his hand and moved his wrist. He could control the movement of his own hand.

This kind of superficial injury would not affect his sniping, but it still made him unhappy.

Cohen deadpanned, "Add me as a friend and I'll send you the photos."

Matsuda Jinpei glanced at him, quickly created a group on his phone, and pulled Hagi and Cohen in.

Cohen immediately threw the photo of the organization's intranet forum into the group.

Jinpei Matsuda and Kenji Hagiwara huddled together with their heads touching, and there was a animated picture inside.

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