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

New York Avenue, five-star Michelin restaurant.

In the bright and tidy single room, the food on the table covered with a white printed tablecloth was completely cold.

A bottle of pure drink was almost finished, but the person I was waiting for had not arrived yet.

Vermouth, who still didn't know her house had been robbed, was full of doubts. Could it be that the detective was lost?

No way, she had already anticipated this and sent all the tools there.

Unable to wait any longer, Vermouth picked up her phone and started contacting Calvados.

Calvados had only been in New York for two hours and didn't even have time to take a break. He first went to the laboratory to get medicine, and then took the initiative to go to the safe house to pick someone up.

It was because of his ability that Vermouth was confident in handing the detective over to him. What was the result?

The phone rang for a long time, and when it was about to hang up automatically, it finally connected.

"Sorry Bell, Amuro-kun has been kidnapped."

Calvados's voice came out hoarse and guilty, filled with deep frustration.

Vermouth: ...?

She sat up straight and waved to the waiter who was approaching. When he nodded and left, she asked subtly, "When was he taken away?"

Calvados said sullenly, "I was knocked unconscious by that man an hour ago."

Vermouth almost blurted out "waste", but luckily she managed to hold it back.

This person is still useful, she can't be so mean.

Vermouth's tone was cool: "Email me the details."

After she hung up the phone, the anger on her face disappeared and she seemed to be thinking about something.

With the detective's foresight, it's impossible for him to be captured. Even if he were captured, he would find a way to contact the organization for help, or save himself.

In short, she just had to wait.

But we can't just do nothing.

Vermouth inserted a fork into the grape cake, with murderous intent in her smile. She really wanted to know which bold guy had kidnapped her little detective.

All his ashes were scattered!

Vermouth assigned tasks to the branch's operations team and intelligence team, asking them to assist Calvados in finding the person as soon as possible.

After the task was issued, she thought about it, covered her lips and smiled, and sent a message to Gibson just to watch the fun.

The other end quickly replied:

[Please rest assured, I will bring the gentleman back personally.

—Gibson]

The black organization in New York took action. The mafia in the other world was the first to sense the undercurrent of the impending storm, and then the sharp-witted informant passed the information to the FBI.

When Shuichi Akai received a call from his boss, he quickly walked towards the safe house with a bowl of porridge.

Although he couldn't enter the organization through Calvados, Amuro-kun was in his hands. As long as the organization sent someone to track him down, they would find him sooner or later.

Joining the organization is also inevitable.

He is just a free mercenary with a slight sense of justice and who is tempted by beauty.

Akai Shuichi curled the corners of his mouth and felt the temperature of the porridge. It was still a little hot. It should be just right when he waited in the room.

Japan.

Kenji Hagiwara and Jinpei Matsuda were slacking off in the office. The intensity of bomb disposal had been reduced recently, so they stayed in the police station and started writing the piled-up reports.

While writing, I secretly chat in the group.

They and Cohen's group of three had a noisy Chianti.

Cohen felt that he was dull and easy to bully, so he pulled his mouth in for Chianti, so that he would not suffer too much at the critical moment.

As a result, after Chianti found out who the other two people in the group were, she kept spamming the screen, asking Hagiwara to teach her how to drive a car into the sky.

Hagihara Kenji: "..."

I never thought that I could use this skill to get close to criminals, and I felt very complicated for a moment.

Before I knew it, there was an extra message in the group.

[My name is not Jeans: Miss, you are too long-winded. After saying so much, please tell me Amuro’s contact information first.]

Hagiwara Kenji's face twitched, he glanced at the captain secretly, leaned close to Matsuda Jinpei and whispered, "Jinpei-chan, aren't you being too straightforward?"

Jinpei Matsuda raised his eyebrows and shook his phone proudly.

[I want to be a car god: 0180-***-413]

[I want to be a driving god: I told you over the phone, the reward is to teach me how to drive, now the deal is done.]

Kenji Hagiwara had a sad face. Although he was very happy to get Kofuku's contact information, he was sad that Kojinpei sold him to criminals.

Matsuda Jinpei nudged him with his elbow and said in a low voice, "Hagi, let's go make a phone call quietly, shall we?"

Hagiwara Kenji, who was madly excited, pretended to ask, "Xiao Yuya is in trouble. What if we call him and expose him?"

Although Jinpei Matsuda looks rebellious, he has thought it over carefully. He is rational and cautious by nature. He says to step on the accelerator, but in fact he often brakes.

Especially when I'm with Kenji Hagiwara.

Of course, he is better at stepping on the accelerator and rushing forward.

He said seriously, "What are you afraid of? If someone from the organization finds out, just say it was a mistake, exchange information with that blond idiot, and try to get close to him..."

There are plenty of reasons.

He sneered, "We are all Bourbon's subordinates anyway."

It's normal to have contact with each other.

Moreover, the blond bastard is abroad, and no matter how powerful Bourbon is, he can't immediately know that the blond bastard is connected with them.

If something really goes wrong, this time difference is enough to fill the gap.

There was anger in Matsuda Jinpei's eyes. Chianti easily told them the contact information, and it seemed that he didn't think the blond bastard was that important.

Even the intelligence is relatively open.

Tsk, the more I think about it, the more furious I get.

He lazily stood up, pushed up his sunglasses, and shouted to his boss, "Captain, I have a stomachache and need to go to the bathroom."

Without waiting for the captain's response, he picked up his phone and left quickly.

"Xiao Zhenping——"

Hagiwara Kenji casually picked up the empty cup and said quickly, "I'll go get a cup of coffee."

In the blink of an eye, before the boss could even organize his words, the two men had disappeared from the office.

Boss: His face instantly turned as dark as the bottom of a pot.

How about this captain be given to you two?

United States.

Inside the safe house, after sleeping for four hours, Furiya Rei finally opened his eyes.

He glanced at the light screen in front of him and saw a message flashing.

[Host's mental safety has been maintained, and unfavorable factors have been eliminated.]

Fūya Ling suddenly realized that it was no wonder that he had been unconscious for so long. It turned out that the system was removing the medicine.

He shook his head, and the discomfort completely disappeared. His frown relaxed, and his expression became more relaxed.

Fortunately, you have the system.

Rei Furuya looked around the strange house and a series of information came into his sight.

[The FBI squatting by the patient's bed, smelling of cigarettes, is despicable.]

[I, the noble kettle, have just been loaned out from the Hoover Building.]

[Who would understand? I only had one medical kit, and it took eight FBI agents to escort me along the way to get all the necessary medicine.]

[Look at these long, curly hairs. People who stay up late at night will not only have numb legs, but also lose their hair.]

The cupboard's belly, once filled with designer clothes, is now filled with junk food. Whose downfall is this?