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

James thought to himself, who is the superior between the two of us, you guy with no sense of boundaries.

After casually expressing his concern for his superior, Akai Shuichi asked calmly, "Did you catch that guy in the alley?"

James' thoughts fell silent, and he said regretfully, "No. He woke up quickly, has good physical fitness, and strong reflexes. He must be someone extraordinary."

Akai Shuichi's expression grew colder, and he said in a deep voice, "I've tried to test Amuro-kun. He's very familiar with that person and would enjoy seeing him suffer. There must be an old grudge between the two parties. Judging from Amuro-kun's social circle, it's very likely that he's a high-ranking member of the organization."

"Given the way that person was rejected and treated coldly by Amuro-kun, Tennessee is ruled out."

"So it's probably a codename member?" James said bitterly. "It's a shame you gave up on using that person as a breakthrough point."

Wasn't Agent Akai really bewitched? Otherwise, why would he waste this perfect opportunity and offend the top leaders of the organization?

"It's not a pity." Akai Shuichi paused, his green eyes sharp and steady, his voice low and hoarse, "Don't forget, Amuro-kun is also a member of the organization. We can infiltrate better by sneaking in from his side. This was our original plan. That person is the variable outside the plan."

James looked doubtful. Who knows whether you have remained true to your original intention or have been deceived.

His low voice was particularly charming: "Amuro-kun's position in the organization is very mysterious. I have crossed paths with him before. I believe the organization will not let me go after they find out."

Akai Shuichi calmly analyzed the situation, his naked comparison of interests seeming particularly cold and ruthless: "This is also an opportunity. Besides—"

"You had people set up around the safe house to try and capture Tennessee."

Shuichi Akai held a cigarette between his fingertips, his face serious, his body slightly tense, like a black panther assassin in the dark, ready to pounce on the enemy in the dark at any time.

This plan is just to test what is going on between Tennessee and Amuro Toru, and whether Tennessee will take risks for Amuro Toru.

If Tennessee is a love-brained person, he will be much easier to deal with than a cold-hearted person.

We will develop him into a tainted witness by any means necessary, which will be enough to make up for all the current investment.

And Amuro Toru is the best bait.

It depends on what surprises you can catch.

Akai Shuichi narrowed his eyes, stroking his phone with an unclear expression.

I really want Amuro-kun's network of contacts.

Maybe he should focus more on conquering Amuro-kun.

"This will expose the FBI." James pointed out the loophole accurately. "Before, you snatched Amuro-kun from the hands of the organization members and called the police to arrest him. You can explain it as a righteous bystander. But if the FBI members appear around Amuro-kun, it will be difficult to say. Not only you, but also him may become suspected."

"That organization is very sensitive to this," James said with disgust. "Like hyenas on the savannah."

Akai Shuichi curled his lips, not even a hint of a smile on his face: "It's his fault if he's suspected. You don't have to worry about the people in the organization."

James:…

When did I worry about the members of the organization? Am I not worried about you?

Why are you suddenly so sarcastic?

"As for me—" Akai Shuichi chuckled, with the British sense of dry humor, and said, "I'm just an ordinary, pitiful mercenary who accidentally revealed his whereabouts due to someone's greed."

James: ...As expected of you.

On the other side, Fūya Rei, who was leaving, looked at the missed call and saw it was from the boss.

Hey, it must be no good if that old guy who is still innocently pursuing eternal life goes after him.

But the old guy has a lot of power, and ignoring him will cause trouble.

He reluctantly called back and waited for the call to be connected.

Soon, the boss's voice came.

"I heard from Absinthe that the detective has woken up." The boss's voice was gentle and kind, with the unique tolerance that older people have towards young people.

Furuya Rei, who had just removed his detective card: ...

He took a deep breath, kicked the stone at his feet in anger, covered his face and remained silent for a while, then began to act helplessly.

It’s okay, it’s okay. Isn’t it just playing detective temporarily?

It’s not like I haven’t acted before.

When organizing the online meeting, Tennessee even acted out a confrontation between three personalities.

The serious police academy chief comforted himself, his neck turning red.

Furuya Rei complained, "She's such a snitch. Well, Detective, you have some free time now. Just tell me what you want to ask."

The boss, lying in the car on his way to a new sanatorium, hesitated to speak. He sighed, his voice as deep and long as a morning bell, revealing a penetrating power and an ancient aura: "Ordinary people will grow old, get sick, and die. What can I do to fulfill my wish? Detective, tell me the answer."

Furuya Rei said without hesitation: "Of course I won't be a human being!"

The boss's expression froze and he hung up the phone forcefully.

beep-

The call was hung up directly. Fūya Rei smiled carefree and uninhibitedly, but there was a hint of cunning in his eyes. He tapped the phone and muttered to himself: "You are so old, why are you still so impatient?"

He recalled the clues he had discovered during the call, and readily informed the local police of the location where the boss was about to go, and then put the whimsical boss out of his mind.

Furiya Rei bought new clothes from a nearby shopping mall. He slowly changed out of his detective uniform, put on a silver-gray suit, and tied a black bow tie. With a wanton smile on his face, he instantly transformed from a naive detective into a dangerous mystic.

He passed by the door of a new store, picked a red rose from the basket and put it in his shirt pocket, then walked slowly to the agreed location.

The remote alley was sparsely populated, and the dark gray brick paved road had some sewage.

As he entered the alley, Fūya Rei paused. Vermouth hadn't even arrived yet, but he had already been spotted.

I don't know which side they were from, but they were planning to knock him out with a club.

In Bourbon's identity, Fūya Rei's eyes lit up. Great, the sandbags that were sent to him spontaneously were just enough for him to vent his anger at the FBI.

He reached into his sleeve with his right hand and a thin blade appeared.

With a flash of his figure, he quickly arrived in the middle of this group of desperate criminals. His figure moved swiftly through the crowd, and every time he crossed paths with them, his blade would cut the tendons of the enemy's hands holding their weapons.

Suddenly, someone rushed over from both sides and attacked him.

Fūya Rei suddenly jumped high by stepping on the wall, and instantly grabbed the heads of the enemies rushing from both sides with his wrists, and slammed the two heads together with great force.

'Boom—'

The loud muffled sound caused phantom pain and a buzzing sensation in the brain.

Fūya Rei left the two men lying on the ground and flew up to kick the enemy who was rushing towards him.

He moved sideways, easily grabbed the other person's arm and twisted it hard.

With a "crack" sound, the man's arm was broken.