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

Vermouth leaned against the hotel window, shaking a glass of red wine. Through the night, her eyes fell on the shining sign of the hospital not far away, and her smile was full of evil humor.

Oh, if Bourbon had a car accident, his expression would definitely be very interesting.

Thinking that Bourbon was playing games with the FBI recently, Vermouth drank the red wine in the glass in one gulp, turned around and walked into the dressing room to start changing her appearance.

She must join in on such a fun event.

At this time, Gibson was leading the branch action team towards Furuya Zero with great momentum.

In the hospital, the fifth floor where Rei Fūya was located had become quiet since some time ago. A faint smell of blood drifted into the ward, and occasionally there were one or two unclear groans.

Fūya Rei, who was still sleeping, frowned, as if sensing danger, and struggled to wake up.

A doctor in a white coat and a mask came over, first checked his condition, then took out a syringe from the medical cart and injected an injection into his arm.

Fūya Rei's uneasy expression soon calmed down and he fell into a deep sleep again.

The doctor waited for half a minute, then clapped his hands. Four men in protective medical suits came in, pushing an operating table. They lifted and placed Rei Furuya on it, then pulled the blanket over him and retreated in a disciplined manner.

Shortly after they left, a nurse's terrified scream was heard outside.

At the same time, Shuichi Akai's cell phone rang while he was resting in the safe house.

He opened his eyes, a sharp gleam flashing in his dark green eyes. He raised his hand to answer the phone, and Kamal's voice came over.

"Mr. Akai, something happened. One of the three colleagues who were monitoring the hospital died, and two were seriously injured. The one in the ward was also kidnapped!"

Akai Shuichi leaped out of bed, grabbed his coat, and headed out. His expression was calm, but his green eyes were filled with the axe-like gleam that pierced the darkness. His entire body was tense, like a cheetah ready to pounce.

"Immediately investigate the surveillance footage of the hospital and nearby roads, check all safe passages for clues and traces, block the main roads, set up roadblocks, and inspect passing vehicles..."

The rational man calmly arranged the tasks one by one and drove quickly to the hospital.

Before he arrived at the hospital, Gibson, who had already reached the inpatient department, stopped and raised his hand slightly. Behind him, a dozen men in black suits and sunglasses stopped in their tracks.

Gibson pointed to the security booth not far away and said in a cold tone, "Go check it out."

A man in a black suit left the team, ran quickly to the security booth to check, and came back to report immediately.

"Sir, the man is unconscious."

Gibson's face was as gloomy as water and he arrived too late.

"Walk."

After confirming the result, he did not delay at all and led his men to rush in a certain direction at a high speed.

Shuichi Akai, who had just arrived, happened to see the tail of several black cars leaving. He paused and narrowed his green eyes sharply.

His intuition told him that there was something wrong with the identities of this group of people.

His heart sank, he turned the steering wheel and followed quietly.

An hour later, Gibson looked at the location sent by the informant and his eyes fell on the tallest hotel building in the distance.

Why did the cigar organization bring the gentleman to the hotel?

He was full of doubts, but he felt something was wrong. He just ordered with a cold face and a stern tone: "Get rid of the people who are following you and rush to the Yager Hotel as fast as possible."

"Yes, my lord."

The driver replied woodenly. He was the man who had checked the security booth before.

The man stared at the road ahead, his rough hands on the steering wheel, and glanced at Gibson who had been using his cell phone to contact the informant. His eyes, which should have been cold and numb, were filled with a faint lake green color, and the look of a man of fun came into his eyes.

In the Yager Hotel, two hours had passed since Rei Furutani was captured.

At dawn, the effect of the medicine wore off, and Jiang Gu Ling's eyelids moved, and he finally opened his eyes, almost blinded by the golden light.

This decoration is completely different from that of the hospital. The golden atrium ceiling is decorated with retro chandeliers, casting a soft glow.

In front of the shiny marble wall are antique wooden shelves filled with hundreds of years old items. Next to the bookshelf are red velvet-wrapped chairs, which look particularly comfortable and stylish.

This posture of lying on the bed looks a little familiar.

Aquavit, you did a great job!

Fūya Rei couldn't help but recall the social annihilation he suffered in front of his peers, and his face suddenly darkened.

The note that almost couldn't wait to get into his eyes cleared Aquavit's name.

[Don’t be fooled by my plain appearance; the president once praised my good looks!]

Fūya Ling silently shifted his gaze away from the emerald green curtains. How hasty! How could the Canadian undercover agent have the mind to find such a good place?

This is where the president once stayed.

Secondly, let’s rule out Shuichi Akai. With his salary level, he definitely can’t afford the presidential suite.

If it wasn't him, who else would be so bored to do this?

He frowned and inadvertently glanced at the bedding beneath him. It was pure white and extremely clean.

Fūya Rei's expression was strange for a moment, his purple-gray eyes were sleepy, giving people the illusion of being soft and harmless.

Suddenly, someone opened the door and walked towards the bed.

Fūya Rei immediately closed his eyes, adjusted his heartbeat and breathing, and acted out the state of a sleeping person perfectly.

Then he noticed that the visitor's eyes were fixed on him unscrupulously.

Salivation and nausea.

Fūya Ling was annoyed, but he forced himself to hold it back and figure out the enemy's situation first!

The deputy leader of the Cigar Organization cast his astonished gaze on the bed. In the pure white, the young man sleeping there had a peaceful look between his brows, with a hint of childishness and a lingering harmless pure white.

He was like a carefree blond angel who had strayed into the human world, with an innocent and happy smile, holding a rose and playing with a little fox, unaware of the dangers of the human world.

It is holy, bright, and brilliant, which makes people feel sadistic and blasphemous at first sight.

Is this the little lover that Tennessee whiskey holds in the palm of your hand?

It did not disappoint.

Rei Furuya: This gaze is becoming more and more excessive.

I can't bear it anymore.

His eyelashes trembled and he opened his eyes, only to meet the man's unconcealed gaze, which was truly disgusting.

He became alert and subconsciously wanted to get up, but found that his hands were handcuffed to the head of the bed.

Furuya Rei: !!

He took off the detective card and immediately put on the worrywart card.

"Sir, is there a misunderstanding between us?" The caregiver looked at the man standing beside the bed timidly, like a frightened kitten, and even her voice was soft and harmless.

The man was wearing a blue suit, had a slicked-back hair, and held a cut cigar in his mouth. He had a powerful aura, as if he had been in a high position for a long time, and the dark aura of the other world was particularly obvious on him.

He stared at Furuya Rei with great interest. "There's no misunderstanding between us, Little Canary of Tennessee Whiskey."