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

Fūya Rei reluctantly sat on the sofa nearby, glanced at the information on the two men, and said quickly, "Gathering intelligence? So it's monitoring transactions to prevent accidents, and also providing temporary command?"

He repeated in surprise: "Give me command?"

Gin stared at him with his dark green eyes, like a large ferocious beast, giving people a strong sense of oppression.

"Today's mission is very important. Only success is allowed, failure is not allowed." Gin said sternly, "I have the permission from the boss. If the mission fails, you will be sent to the confinement room for two days."

"Gin!"

The detective was incredulous and shouted, "You're finished. I'll get my revenge on you, I will."

Fūya Rei's heart sank. What kind of mission could that be? They actually issued a death order that only allowed for one result!

He joined temporarily and did not receive any information. Gin was watching him during the mission.

Since we can't do anything, let's just work hard to gather intelligence.

Gin didn't bother to pay attention to him and gestured to Vodka to turn on the computer and plug in the USB drive.

As the computer began to read the file, Vodka handed over the headset. "Detective, this is your headset. The public channel has been adjusted. The first mission will begin in ten minutes."

Gin said in a cold tone, "During the mission, only code names are allowed."

Vodka said seriously: "Yes, big brother."

Ten minutes passed quickly and slowly, enough for Ling Jiangu to finish the small cake he took out of the refrigerator, but not enough for him to discover more clues. However, he did get some information about the people involved in the mission.

Chianti and Cohen, two snipers.

Ireland, intelligence officer.

"The mission begins."

Gin, wearing a headset, stood behind Fūya Rei, concentrating on the monitoring and positioning reminders on the computer. His left hand was on the gun in his coat pocket, pointing at the detective vaguely.

Vodka sat on the other side holding another computer, also concentrating on the entire task process.

This was a press conference, and the speaker was a high-ranking government official, Congressman Ishikawa.

On a tall building not far away, a cold sniper rifle was staring at Masato Ishikawa.

"Gin, what time do we start?"

An impatient female voice came from the headset.

Gin deadpanned, "Take action when he starts speaking. Chianti, coordinate with Cohen."

"understood."

"Gin, there's a note," another dull voice said.

The camera cuts to a scene where police cars are slowly driving into the venue. Plainclothes officers quickly get out and spread out to key locations. Even Ishikawa Masato has a dedicated officer protecting him.

"Has our mission been leaked?" Chianti asked into the headset.

Unexpectedly, the one who answered was not Gin, but a voice that had never been heard before. The lazy and careless voice was particularly abrupt.

"That's not the case. Was the mission to kill Ishikawa Masato in public commissioned by his political enemies? It seems so. The problem lies with the political enemies."

"His news leaked."

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He chuckled and then, in a long, amused tone, said, "Humans are truly amusing. They're always killing each other, using all sorts of tricks and ingenuity to achieve it. It's truly foolish and ridiculous, yet it also makes me very happy to watch."

The voice suddenly turned cold, like the ice of Mount Fuji, chilling to the bone: "For thousands of years, mankind has truly made no progress."

There was dead silence in the public channel.

Chianti's pupils shrank slightly, and he subconsciously touched the goose bumps on his body, his fingers twitching unconsciously. Even his heartbeat accelerated uncontrollably, and even his breathing became rapid.

Chianti turned pale, this malice—

This kind of malice towards the human group without distinguishing between you and me is truly terrifying.

Cohen's hand holding the sniper rifle also trembled, and his back was instantly drenched in cold sweat.

"Bourbon!"

Gin warned, and the malicious voice finally subsided a bit, returning to its initial laziness and boredom: "I know. They're babies, right? You still need to protect them."

Gin said impatiently: "Stop talking nonsense. Now the command is handed over to you. Deal with Ishikawa Masato."

"Okay okay."

"So from now on, please follow my orders. I only have one request: no doubts, no questions, and follow my orders. If you don't, you'll die~"

Chianti and Cohen's hearts tightened. Bourbon?

Is it Bourbon, the new favorite of the boss who has been rumored to be cruel and terrifying in the organization recently?

Several people couldn't help but feel tense and didn't dare to relax at all.

Inside the safe house, Rei Fūya glanced at the surveillance footage and quickly retrieved Masato Ishikawa's information.

After reading it, his eyes fell on a bearded reporter at the venue.

He identified the reporter's name badge, glanced at the name and work unit on it, took out his cell phone and sent a message.

"Ireland-kun, approach reporter Saburo Yoshida and give him a poisoned dagger."

Ireland, who had been silent on the call channel, responded, "Okay, got it."

Soon, several people saw through the surveillance that Saburo Yoshida took out his mobile phone and took a look. It seemed that he had received very important information, and his nervousness revealed that he was going all in.

Vodka glanced at Bourbon secretly. It was not difficult to see that the message received by Yoshida Saburo was sent by Bourbon.

He wanted to ask out of curiosity, but held it back.

At this time, Ireland disguised himself as a volunteer to maintain order, walked up to Yoshida Saburo and talked to him for a few words, and quietly handed the dagger to him.

"Cohen-kun, Ms. Chianti, when Reporter-kun starts his action, you will create chaos on the periphery."

Chianti glanced at Yoshida Saburo through the scope and asked in confusion, "Is he one of ours too?"

Gin didn't say anything, and everyone was very curious.

Furuya Rei didn't keep the topic in suspense. He said in a relaxed tone, "No, that's not the case. The reporter's pregnant wife died in a car accident six months ago. Both mother and child died at the scene. The perpetrator was the congressman's only son, so the accident was suppressed."

"Reporter-kun's report to the Metropolitan Police Department was suppressed, and the surveillance footage disappeared. He was powerless, so today was the day he carefully selected to avenge his wife and children."

Fūya Rei's eyes were dull, and his golden hair hid the sadness between his brows.

Saburo Yoshida had already taken poison before deciding to assassinate Masato Ishikawa. He had no intention of surviving.

He just wanted to take his enemies with him before he died.

When he thought of the darkness of the judicial system, a trace of cold anger flashed in Fūya Rei's eyes.

A bunch of scum!

After the mission is completed, I will send a message to the public security department to investigate Masato Ishikawa thoroughly and see what other heinous and unknown crimes have been suppressed, leaving the victims helpless and desperate, and preventing justice from being served.

Saburo Yoshida couldn't be rescued, and he didn't have time to notify the public security to prepare.

It is better to complete the mission through the hands of Saburo Yoshida than to let the two snipers Chianti and Cohen harm innocent people.