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

Raffi knew that her husband's code name was Tennessee, and his real name was Toru Amuro. He had a very high status and considerable authority.

After all, the gentleman can send codenamed cadres to Siberia to grow potatoes at will.

But staring at the email, he was still excited and shocked. It was really an eye-opener.

Sir, he has a second code name.

It's bourbon.

Rafi grinned and was happy for his husband for a long time.

He knew that with that first generation of Bourbon's flamboyant and nervous style, people would soon be fed up with it.

I just didn't expect that the one who took action would be my own husband.

Sir, you are so powerful.

As far as he knew, this was the first special case in the organization where one person had two code names.

He first replied to the gentleman's email.

[Roger, sir. I will complete the task as quickly as possible.]

——Lafite]

Then he wrote a 3,000-word essay on his mobile phone and sent it over, praising his teacher for his great strength and wisdom.

While making sushi, Rafi was thinking about who to assign the task to.

He remembered that there seemed to be a new young man under his command. He seemed to be quite capable, but he was very jumpy, like a small animal that had been frightened too much. His name was Cisa.

Okay, it’s him.

This kind of person is perfect for spreading rumors.

Rafi put the sushi away, picked up his phone and assigned the task to Cesar.

After doing all this, he remembered the most addictive bourbon of his generation - Knob Creek.

Rafi had a headache. This guy was not easy to deal with.

Go talk to him after get off work.

He didn't know that Knob Creek actually knew the name of the bourbon was Amuro Toru's Lafite. After making up his mind, he smiled and made sushi for the customers.

In a ward at New York Hospital.

After Jōguchi Ling arranged everything, he suddenly glanced at the time and the infusion that was about to end. He immediately cleared all traces, put the phone back, and lay back on the hospital bed.

He covered himself with the quilt, put on his oxygen mask, and smiled happily with his eyes curved.

Once the news spreads to Japan, Hiro will soon know that he has killed Bourbon.

Less than two months after joining the organization, he became a code-name cadre and was highly favored by the boss, so Hiro could rest assured.

Besides, he is so capable, Hiro will definitely be proud of him.

While Fūya Rei was happy, he also started to worry.

He is so capable, would Hiro just abandon him without any worries, thinking that he can survive well on his own, just like in the comics?

Falling into the abandoned cat effect, Rei Furuya stared at the fluctuations of the electrocardiogram and fell into deep thought. How could he let Hiro know that even if he became a code member, he would not have a good life and that he desperately needed the company and protection of his childhood friend?

He is in poor health and is just a weak intelligence officer, but Hiro is a man who can carry a heavy sniper and parkour on the roof.

It's only natural for Hiro to protect him!

Fūya Ling seemed to be lost in thought. He remembered that when he arranged an identity for the vest, he also gave himself the identity of an experimental subject of the organization?

Okay, that's it.

And he didn't lie. Old Crow threw him into the laboratory, so he said he was an experimental subject, which was wrong.

This is clearly the fact.

He just needs to exaggerate a little and make himself sound miserable so that Hiro will feel a little sorry for him.

Just do it.

Fūya Ling looked at the time again. There were still four minutes until the next ward round, which was enough.

He sent another message to Rafi.

[Secretly pass the identity of Amuro Toru's experimental subject to the intelligence team. You can make up whatever you want, as long as it is a little tragic.

—Tennessee]

[I understand, sir, please rest assured, I will take care of it.

——Lafite]

Rei Furuya put down his phone and closed his eyes guiltily, Hiro, you won't blame me, right?

I just don't want to lose my friends and family.

When everyone is safe in the future and I stand in front of you, I still want to ask you: Do you have the motivation to live?

Still weak, Fūya Rei's eyes fell on the prompt on the system screen.

[Your physical condition has been automatically integrated into your worldview in a reasonable way.]

So where did he get the blame for the backlash of the world line? What exactly did the hospital find out about his physical condition?

The damn FBI didn't reveal any information at all!

The blond young man closed his eyes, but within two minutes, a nurse disguised as an FBI agent came to check on him and replaced the medicine.

After that, he checked the various medical devices for detecting his physical condition at the bedside, and only after confirming that his vital signs were stable did he quietly leave.

The door was closed, blocking out the sounds from outside, and the young man on the hospital bed suddenly opened his eyes.

That beautiful butterfly looks a bit like——

"Judy Stelling."

He closed his eyes again, and after eight long hours, it was already dark.

"woke up."

The man guarding the bed noticed the change in his breathing. He lowered his eyelids and casually picked up the porridge in the thermos. He said in a low, magnetic voice, "Eat something. Your body needs energy."

I can’t go without food for a day and a night.

Like a black cat peeking out, Fūya Rei carefully poked his head out from under the quilt and took a look at him.

Great, it's human.

He protested cheerfully, "I don't want to drink tasteless porridge."

Shuichi Akai was still immersed in the young man's eyes just now.

His eyes were light and vague, as if he was looking at illusory bubbles, yet they were filled with heavy joy, much clearer than when he woke up before.

When he just woke up, the young man was lying sickly on the bed, speaking weakly, but his casual glance seemed to have seen the most horrifying and unacceptable scene in his life.

That's why he let Amuro-kun fall asleep again. Amuro-kun's condition at that time was too abnormal, and he couldn't tell what caused this abnormality.

Until the doctor gives a clear solution, he can only let Amuro-kun recover on his own or remain stable in this state.

Facing his obvious disgust, Akai Shuichi raised his eyes and smiled, with the graceful demeanor of an adult man at ease. "This is lean meat porridge, it's flavorful. It's also the most reputable one around here. I bought it just in time for you to wake up, so it's warm now, just right for eating."

The blond detective stared at him pitifully and asked stubbornly, "No, I want some sweet, thick snacks. Candies are fine too. I'm easy to please."

A hint of complexity flashed across Akai Hide's eyes, and all emotions were suppressed on his face.

He was still thinking about eating, it seemed the situation was better than he thought.

He could not forget the young man's figure as he pushed open the door, spitting out a mouthful of blood, staining the table and clothes red, and then falling down lightly with his eyes closed.

On the way to the hospital, Amuro Toru clutched his chest and began to tremble all over, as if immersed in great sorrow or in severe pain.

The despair that spread from the soul was so strong that even the air around was infected, becoming heavier and heavier, making it difficult to breathe.