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

The hotel, which had been cleared out by the Cigar Organization, was completely silent, with only sounds coming from the room where Rei Furuya was.

He squatted on a chair, casually playing with his gun. He didn't even look at the pale-faced bodyguard on the ground. He just asked lightly, "Tell me, why does your organization's deputy leader want to provoke Tennessee?"

The bodyguard stammered, "I, I don't know. I'm just a nobody, I just follow orders—Ah!"

A bullet pierced his thigh with a 'bang'.

The bodyguard screamed and blood gushed out of his leg.

Fūya Rei blew away the gun smoke from the muzzle and asked in a light tone, "Do you understand now?"

"I really don't have anything—Ah!"

Fūya Rei held the gun in his hand, a half-smile on his face, and warned in a chilling tone, "Think before you speak, or the gun won't be aimed at your legs next time."

"I, I'll tell you."

The bodyguard's face was distorted with fear, and beads of sweat fell onto the carpet from his forehead. He spoke weakly, "The deputy chief has a feud with a pharmaceutical group, but Tennessee's organization has always been friendly with the pharmaceutical group and secretly supports it. The deputy chief is very angry. After finding out information about Lord Tennessee, he wants to use you to set a trap and capture Tennessee."

The bodyguard took a deep breath and said in a hoarse voice, "The deputy chief wants Tennessee to persuade your organization to give up that pharmaceutical company."

Fūya Ling's deep gaze fell on the disheveled man. He stood up and jumped off the chair lightly. His black cloak fluttered behind him and then clung to his body softly.

He walked over to the bodyguard, squatted down, and hypocritically reached out his hand, pressing accurately on the bodyguard's wound. Hearing the man gasp in pain, he wiped the blood off his hand on the man with disgust and said in a harsh voice, "Although you are still hiding important information from me, for example, your deputy leader is definitely not trying to capture Tennessee, but to kill him and blame it on the pharmaceutical company."

"Your deputy leader is driving a wedge between the organization and the pharmaceutical group, hoping to use this opportunity to annex the pharmaceutical group and gain leverage over the organization. Honestly, he's very ambitious and daring, but his methods are too clumsy."

Fūya Rei calculated the time and found that almost five minutes had passed.

There is enough leisure time.

He stood up and stretched, then glanced down at the half-dead man, showing a smile without any emotion, and said slowly: "You can try to escape."

After scanning the entire room, his gaze paused on a bookshelf not far away. He immediately walked briskly to the bookshelf and took out the book "Goat Song" with unparalleled precision.

He held the book in his left hand and threw the unloaded gun with his right hand, hitting the bodyguard on the head as he quietly crawled out the door.

The bodyguard, who had just staggered to his feet, felt a pain on the back of his head and fell to the ground. His knee happened to be pierced by a piece of vase fragment, and he wailed miserably in pain.

Fūya Rei walked over slowly, looking down at the bodyguard. A dark glint flashed across his purplish-gray eyes. "Your perseverance is excellent, and your courage is commendable."

The bodyguard said with a cold sweat: "No, I dare not run away."

Furuya Rei stared at him silently and asked casually, "Do you speak Japanese?"

Bodyguard: Should I say yes or no?

Furuya Rei glanced at him and said, "It seems so."

He muttered, "To be in the underworld these days you have to know multiple languages."

Bodyguard: I dare not say a word.

Fūya Rei handed him the book in his hand, turned around and walked to the chair next to him, squeezed himself into the chair again like a big cat, and raised his chin towards the bodyguard.

"Read it."

For some reason, he was particularly interested in the poems of the great poet Nakahara Chuuya at this moment, and the corners of his mouth couldn't help but rise.

bodyguard:……

The more brutal a person is, the more eccentric he is. My senior was right.

The bodyguard lay on the ground, trying to ignore his bleeding wounds, hoping that the Canary would spare his life before the blood dried up.

Um, so, such a ferocious guy is a canary?

This is clearly the ferocious killer bird, the cassowary.

Maybe dinosaurs evolved.

The bodyguard was complaining madly in his heart, but he lay down obediently, staring at the page that the killer bird had opened and read it dryly.

"The gray sky of autumn

Pupils as bright as a black horse

Lilies wither as water runs dry

Ah, my heart has become empty

......"

Fūya Rei hugged his knees and closed his eyes, breathing evenly, as if he had fallen asleep.

He frowned impatiently. Ten minutes passed and no one from the FBI or the organization arrived.

Jianggu Ling: "..."

Miscalculated, they were too lazy.

Given the touching efficiency of the red and black sides, it is no wonder that seven years later even an elementary school student became the savior of the Japanese police and the nemesis of the dark organization.

The bodyguard's eyes moved and he continued reading.

Five kilometers away from the hotel, Shuichi Akai calmly dodged the cars blocking his way on both sides and answered the phone.

"Mr. Akai, the surveillance system inside the hospital has been destroyed. However, we discovered that an unregistered ambulance entered and exited two hours ago. After investigation, we can confirm that the kidnappers drove this ambulance to abduct the hostages."

"After mobilizing traffic surveillance, we have determined that the direction the ambulance left was the Jager Hotel."

Akai Shuichi glanced at the tallest building in the distance, his green eyes filled with coldness. "Immediately send someone to conduct a surprise inspection of the Yager Hotel, claiming someone is carrying dangerous items."

"Yes, Mr. Akai."

After hanging up the phone, Shuichi Akai suddenly turned the steering wheel and dodged the rear end of the oncoming car.

Gibson glanced at the farce behind him, took out a scalpel from his pocket and played with it: "Speed ​​up and go to the hotel."

"Yes, sir," the driver responded calmly.

Half an hour later, the bodyguard, who had failed to escape again, knelt on the ground with a bruised face and continued to recite poetry.

At this time, two and a half hours had passed since Fūya Rei was kidnapped, and the sound of orderly footsteps could be heard outside the room.

Fūya Rei opened his eyes and stared at the door. His purple-gray pupils seemed to get deeper and darker, like a black hole that swallowed everything. There was no trace of light, but a smile appeared at the corner of his mouth.

Gibson, who had just led his men to the door, noticed the gloomy and indifferent temperament around Fūya Rei. When he met his penetrating and cold eyes, he became emotional.

It's the Tennessee Master!

There are beautiful poems recited in a familiar language.

"The polluted sadness

When tired, I imagine death

In the polluted sadness

The pain is so severe and I feel panic.

......"

Gibson stood at the door, patiently waiting for the poem to finish, then cautiously walked in, stopped two meters in front of Furuya Rei, leaned forward and said respectfully:

"Sir, I'm late."

Furuya Rei yawned and jumped off his chair, glancing at him lazily: "You're here quickly."

Since it comes faster than the FBI, I won’t curse it.

He said clearly and crisply, "Deal with these people and the organization behind them. I don't want to hear any more news from them."