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

Shuichi Akai drove all the way to the hospital with a serious expression, and urgently contacted the FBI to open a green channel to send Amuro-kun to the emergency room.

The man was being rescued for three hours, during which he suffered a cardiac arrest. He was waiting outside the empty emergency room, and for some reason, he suddenly felt bad for Amuro-kun.

He didn't know if Amuro-kun had any friends or relatives, but he definitely didn't have any in this foreign country.

Once you die, you will not be able to see your loved ones for the last time.

Fortunately, he survived.

But the attending physician mentioned that Amuro-kun was in extremely poor condition.

His body seemed to be destroyed from the inside by drugs of unknown composition, and had been decaying and falling apart. At the same time, some unknown force was repairing his body, and the two sides had reached a balance, which allowed him to be so lively and energetic. There were many signs of experiments on his body.

The doctor mentioned tactfully that this would have a great impact on life expectancy and the sequelae would also be serious.

This time, the patient vomited blood and fell into a coma due to the backlash of the drug. If we cannot find the power component that can counteract the drug, the patient will be in danger.

Without medication, his body would continue to deteriorate. Continuing to use medication would be like drinking poison to quench thirst, and would only shorten his lifespan.

It makes people unable to advance or retreat.

Shuichi Akai stared at the blond young man with his wild eyes. There was no pain or fragility between the young man's eyebrows, only the usual childishness and an inhuman feeling that was out of tune with the world.

Does he know his situation?

Amuro-kun is so smart, he must know it.

The two opposing states in the human body cause pain all the time.

This is probably the organization's way of controlling him.

Since the matter has become a foregone conclusion, it means that Amuro-kun cannot interfere with the current situation.

He was trapped in the organization, unable to escape, and tortured.

But these experiences did not seem to leave any traces on the young people's minds.

His wisdom still shines brightly.

But there seems to be something wrong with his view of human beings.

That unconcealable feeling of inhumanity was caused by the organization, right?

Shuichi Akai concealed his deep thoughts, rolled up his sleeves, revealing his smooth, firm and powerful arms, and naturally scooped up the porridge with a spoon and was about to feed him.

His raised eyebrows revealed a mature charm that blended coldness and uninhibitedness. He said half-helplessly and half-forcefully, "The doctor said you can only eat liquid food now."

Detective: A bolt from the blue!

He was just dragged by the system to share the joys and sorrows, and was targeted by the world, or the plot consciousness. When he woke up, he couldn't eat delicious food?

Fūya Rei removed his oxygen mask and shouted hoarsely, "I want to eat mochi, edamame cream daifuku, and strawberry tarts..."

The hard-hearted FBI remained unmoved.

Furiya Rei stared at Akai Shuichi stubbornly: "Morohise-kun, I want to eat."

Akai Hide's face was expressionless, and he could barely maintain his mature demeanor. He realized that he couldn't spoil a naughty child.

He advised kindly: "The doctor said you can't eat it."

The detective said pitifully: "I want to eat."

"No." Akai Shuichi held the porridge steadily in his hand and refused without any room for negotiation.

"I just want to eat."

"NO!"

"I think……"

"NO!"

Furuya Rei: !!

Damn FBI!

He angrily tucked himself into the bed, blocking the FBI's view.

After a while, he fell asleep again due to weakness.

Shuichi Akai waited patiently for a moment, and when he heard the rhythmic breathing under the quilt, he gently lifted the quilt and revealed the blond young man's head.

Seeing the blush on the man's cheeks, Shuichi Akai thought that this lively look was more pleasing to the eye.

He has a noble character and a naiveté that is untainted by worldly matters.

He should have been carefree and unrestrained.

Shuichi Akai looked calm and walked out of the ward quietly and came to the quiet dressing room. It was empty and very safe.

He asked Judy to send Amuro's blood sample and test report back to the FBI, and asked the FBI to find a researcher to try to find a solution.

If Amuro-kun's physical problems can be dealt with, and the FBI can make some efforts to give him the identity of a tainted witness and accomplice, and work together inside and outside to rescue his relatives, there is a high probability that Amuro-kun can be won over and become a sharp blade to stab the organization.

Although part of Shuichi Akai's reason was that he couldn't bear to see innocent people being harmed in front of him, he was rational by nature and from a big picture perspective, it didn't affect his decision to use Rei Furuya to gain benefits and intelligence.

After all, Amuro-kun, who stands against the organization, is more valuable than Amuro Toru, who hides his identity and waits for the organization's demise before reappearing.

Akai Shuichi leaned against the window, his green eyes narrowed as he gazed at the scenery outside. His tone was devoid of any personal emotion as he spoke to the person on the other end of the phone, "There are components of the tissue drug in his blood. Let's try to figure out the direction the tissue lab is targeting. Using this as a clue, we can investigate the researchers involved in related research, as well as drug procurement and patent applications. We'll eventually catch up with the organization."

"Okay, Agent Akai, we will take the report you submitted seriously."

After hanging up the phone, Akai Shuichi sat silently on the swivel chair next to him, thoughts flowing in his eyes.

Judging from the current progress, he and Amuro-kun can be considered to have a life-and-death friendship, right?

If I ask Amuro-kun to recommend a job to me, I wonder if I can successfully join the organization.

Recalling Amuro-kun's wisdom that seemed like a god that could see through everything, Akai Shuichi vaguely realized that his identity and purpose had been exposed before him.

As long as Amuro-kun doesn't expose him, he can boldly go ahead with his plan.

Moreover, Amuro-kun has the leverage over him, so he might treat him as one of his own.

In the organization, he can make further progress by relying on his relationship with Amuro-kun.

It's worth the risk.

Shuichi Akai listed the plan in his mind and decisively formulated an action plan and remedial measures.

Rei Fūtani, who was still sleeping, shuddered, turned over and continued to sleep, not knowing what the FBI was up to.

Somewhere in an alley.

Gibson took out a disinfectant tissue and slowly wiped the scalpel. Around him lay corpses scattered all over the place, none of them recognizable as human.

He stepped on the severed hand with five fingers cut off and sighed at the hideous corpse: "I have to tell you sooner or later. If I had told you earlier, I wouldn't have to suffer. Why bother?"

He shook the clean scalpel and said to the logistics staff who had just arrived, "Clean it up and throw the body into the Atlantic Ocean to feed the fish."

"Yes."

Gibson didn't pay attention to the logistics' actions. He turned and left in the night wind, picking up his cell phone and sending the information as he walked.

"Sir, I've obtained the information you requested. The individuals behind them are members of the Schindler family. Someone accidentally saw you meeting Chrissie Wynyard, a fan of a famous celebrity. Jealous of you, they posted a bounty on the dark web. The killer is Cigar, a local New York gang. I await your orders!"

—Gibson]