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

Shuichi Akai's words made Rei Furuya extremely angry. "You saved people just to throw away my innocence and make up rumors in your mind, right?"

Having been slapped with another bomb, Fūya Rei clenched his fists, calmed the shame and anger surging in his chest, and said bluntly, "So you're still standing here intact."

His identity was not exposed, and there was no sniper aiming at his head!

You are such an overreaching FBI!

"I want to eat banana milkshake puffs now, go buy them for me~" the detective said righteously, his deliberately drawn-out tone shrouded in arrogance, a kind of coquettishness that made it impossible to dislike him.

Shuichi Akai sighed helplessly, feeling a little distressed. This guy was planning to escape.

It's surprisingly easy to understand, Amuro-kun.

No wonder you have the wisdom to see through everything, but still can't escape the organization. Why haven't you learned those black-hearted acting skills and scheming?

He propped his head up with one hand and said seriously, "I'll also buy donuts, tiramisu, chocolate chip cookie sandwiches, chocolate pecan pie..."

In a short period of time, he was 80% sure of the young man's current preferences. Every time he mentioned a dessert, Amuro's eyes widened a little, and his gem-like purple-gray eyes sparkled as if there were stars.

Akai Shuichi relaxed his body, put his fist to his lips, hid his smile and said, "Amuro-kun, try these first. I also know that a new dessert shop in New York has launched many new products. If you like them, we can go buy them tomorrow."

"it is good!"

Fūya Rei couldn't suppress the upward curve of his lips. His voice was as soft as a freshly baked cake. He eagerly agreed and kept urging, "I'm very hungry. Moroboshi-kun, please hurry up."

Akai Shuichi raised the corner of his mouth and stood up calmly, his long black hair cascading down his back like a waterfall. His magnetic voice was filled with subtle temptation: "Then I'll be leaving first. By the way, I've already called the police to arrest the person who bullied you."

He wanted to know Furuya Rei's attitude towards that member of the organization so as to judge that person's identity and status in the organization.

Fūya Rei seemed unaware of the meaning behind his words, and even curled up the corners of his mouth in pleasure, giving him an appreciative look: "Well done!"

As expected of the FBI, they have already accumulated enough hatred before even joining the organization, and they will continue to work hard.

Shuichi Akai paused slightly, accepted the compliment without changing his expression, turned around and left the room.

After he left, Furuya Rei took out his mobile phone and casually searched for news about Congressman Jones. He still had to complete the organizational task.

After browsing the congressman's basic information and hobbies, his eyes fell on Schindler Company.

"I chose you as the tomb for him."

"Detective, there's never a crime committed, that would be an established fact."

Fūya Rei looked up at the void, the cracks in the wall, the tire tracks of passing cars outside the window, the weed seeds dropped from the bird's beak...

Everything was filled with densely packed notes, as if he wanted to cram the entire world's context into his mind.

So, the world is transparent to him.

There are no secrets in his eyes.

He had a vague illusion that there were countless ink lines in front of him, and as long as he touched them gently, the world would be changed.

He clicked on the Schindler Company log with great interest, like a child encountering a new and interesting toy.

He didn't realize that at this moment his eyes became supreme, like a god standing in a high latitude, looking down at the creatures in the low latitude, powerful, indifferent, and unfathomable.

Fūya Rei put away his phone and removed the detective card.

[I will not commit a crime, that is an established fact.]

A firm voice like an oracle sounded, and rays of light were drawn from Fūya Rei's body, turning into a small card and condensing at Fūya Rei's fingertips.

He moved his finger and the detective card returned to the system space.

If he doesn't take off his detective card, he will be tricked by the cunning and ruthless FBI with desserts and won't be able to escape.

Furiya Rei was extremely helpless. The detective card was indeed useful, but this self-centered personality that didn't care about anything as long as he was happy was really causing trouble.

It's just like a worrier who doesn't care about other people's lives when he gets excited.

He was in a state of great difficulty. Now he needed to contact the organization to report his safety, otherwise Old Crow would start to worry again.

and also--

Gibson.

Thinking of this clingy and fanatical guy, Ling Furuya inexplicably felt a little heart-attacked.

Forget it, at least Gibson is on his side for the time being.

When that pervert is no longer useful, send him to jail for reform!

This behavior perfectly illustrates the meaning of "destroying the bridge after crossing it".

Fūya Rei pushed open the window, glanced outside, took out his cell phone and sent Vermouth the agreed meeting place. He waited patiently for three minutes, took advantage of the surveillance loophole and quietly jumped out the window and left without being discovered by anyone.

He just needs to get back to the room before Shuichi Akai comes back.

The slightly gentle demeanor of Akai Shuuichi, who had already left, disappeared completely. In the dusk, his green eyes were like those of a wolfhound, revealing a cold and rational light.

He picked up his phone and contacted the FBI: "Mr. James, have someone keep an eye on the safe house and don't let the people inside out. I'm leaving for a while."

When not in front of Rei Furuya, Shuichi Akai does not hide his strong nature.

Amuro-kun has suffered too much, and he is worried that an overly strong attitude will cause Amuro-kun's disgust, and he will be wary and rejected by him.

So I restrained my overly cold and harsh aura and learned to be calmer.

James, sitting in his office, grieved the loss of his beloved kettle, stroked his thinning hair and spoke in a skilled official tone, "...Agent Akai, I think you should know that Amuro-kun has done nothing wrong. We can't hold him illegally. He has the freedom to come and go."

Akai Shuichi said firmly: "He won't leave."

He was sure that Amuro-kun would never leave without eating those desserts.

Amuro-kun's brain is unmatched, but his weaknesses are so obvious.

To prevent any accidents from happening, he asked Kamal to monitor nearby, stop Amuro-kun when he was about to leave, and inform him of the news as soon as possible.

James: "..."

There seems to be something wrong with your tone.

He took a sip of the black tea in front of him, and when he thought of Canary's amazing resume in the intelligence report, his heart skipped a beat, and he had a bad feeling.

"I won't give him a chance to leave." Akai Shuichi emphasized, "For now."

How could he let go of such a great source of information without getting enough valuable information from Amuro Toru?

"Do you know what you're talking about?"

James spat out his tea on the computer desktop in shock.

James was shocked by his subordinate's words and ignored the last two words of Shuichi Akai. He almost thought that Shuichi Akai was deceived by Toru Amuro.

You are going there to attack, not to be attacked. Do you have such high attack and low defense?

"James, you've lost your composure. Please stay calm."

Akai Shuichi reminded.