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

Upon hearing the order, Gibson excitedly raised his voice and said, "Yes, I will definitely complete the master's mission~"

Jianggu Ling's pupils were shocked.

What kind of clingy posture is this little puppy?

His expression gradually twisted, and he took several steps back, like a cat with its fur standing on end. Resistance was written all over his body, from his hair to the soles of his feet.

A question mark gradually appeared on Gibson's face. It seemed that the adults disliked him?

Gibson would never admit that it was his problem, and it certainly couldn't be the adults' problem.

and so--

His murderous gaze fell on the man lying on the ground: "Sir, the laboratory is still short of some materials."

Jōgō Rei's purple-gray eyes looked around calmly. When he put away his exaggerated look, his repressed and dead temperament was revealed without any concealment, like a ghost watching the world with cold eyes.

"Whatever you want." He said indifferently.

The organization needs experimental subjects, either this group of scum or innocent people who have been captured.

All he could do was protect the innocent.

Gibson waved his hand, and a group of logistics personnel in black suits walked in cautiously under armed protection. They quickly dragged all the people away, disguised the scene, and erased any traces of individual combat.

The room suddenly became quiet and empty.

Fūya Rei bent down to pick up the poetry collection on the ground and asked casually, "You're later than I expected. Are you lost?"

Gibson said respectfully, "I ran into a drunk on the way, so I wasted a bit of time."

Drunk?

At dawn, it was almost like I had just woken up from a hangover, so where did this drunkard come from?

Just blindly guess the FBI.

Fūya Rei rubbed his chin, as if thinking about something.

He was kidnapped from the hospital, and Akai Hide must have gotten the news.

If the drunk man confronting Gibson was Shuichi Akai, he would have arrived soon.

And his intuition told him that the man was ninety-nine percent certain to be Shuichi Akai.

Although he was angry at the FBI for Hiro's incident and was annoyed by the FBI's open enforcement of the law while smuggling into Japan, he was happy to see them make a fool of themselves. However, he had to admit that the FBI was very strong and had a very rare acumen.

Unfortunately, now is not a good time to meet.

Fūya Rei's mind raced, and he immediately came to the bedside.

Deputy Cigar Leader had been taken away, and the bloodstains on the bed were particularly shocking.

He considered it for a moment and asked, "Do you have hydrofluoric acid?"

Gibson immediately pulled out a small plastic bottle from the pocket of his white coat and handed it over: "Yes."

Fūya Rei opened the lid and poured hydrofluoric acid on the blood on the bed.

When the hydrofluoric acid reached the handcuffs, he stopped.

No, Akai Shuichi's goal is to find him.

If there is no trace left, the man will not give up easily.

He took a deep look at the blood on the handcuffs, returned the hydrofluoric acid to Gibson, and ordered, "Leave here immediately."

He had great faith in the man's ability. Gibson's subordinates wouldn't be able to stop him for long. He might have already taken the elevator up.

Gibson didn't ask any more questions, but lowered his eyes and replied, "Yes, sir."

"Sir, these are your personal belongings. I sent someone to bring them out from the hospital." He bowed his head respectfully and handed two mobile phones in his hands to Fūya Rei.

"Well done." Fūya Rei took it nonchalantly and gave a casual compliment.

Gibson's face flushed with excitement.

Without waiting for him to speak, Jōya Ling stepped out of the room first with his windbreaker gathered around him.

Gibson hurriedly led a group of men in black to follow closely, and the group quickly left through another passage.

Just as their figures disappeared from this floor, there was a ding sound and the elevator arrived at this floor.

The elevator door opened and Akai Shuichi, wearing a jacket, pursed his lips and walked out with a calm expression.

When Shuichi Akai got rid of those men in black, he had already confirmed their identities.

Well-trained, mysterious and low-key.

It's the member of the organization that looks like a crow.

Their presence here was most likely ordered by Tennessee.

Tennessee is also looking for Amuro-kun.

Akai Shuichi came to a conclusion in an instant. He looked towards the guest room with a serious and obscure expression. In two and a half hours, anything could happen.

He could only pray that he wasn't late.

As he approached, the first thing he saw was the wide-open door and he smelled the blood in the air.

Shuichi Akai looked tense, his hand gripping the gun as he moved forward nimbly along the blind spot of the wall.

He slowed his breathing and listened attentively to the movements around him.

Quiet, dead silent, without a sound at all.

Shuichi Akai did not rush in. He took out a candy from his pocket and threw it into the house, then dodged and hid.

After a moment, there was still no sound.

Akai Shuichi's green eyes were sharp and his expression was serious. He was now sure that there was no one here.

Have the people from Tennessee already gotten here first?

Amuro-kun was also taken away?

Shuichi Akai walked quickly into the room with a gun in hand, and saw a mess.

Broken vases, messy bloodstains, and expensive ornaments thrown carelessly on the ground.

There was a fierce fight in the room, and judging by the evidence, there were no fewer than five people involved.

It should be the Crow Organization and the kidnapper organization fighting each other.

Considering that both sides were scum, Shuichi Akai's gaze did not linger for more than a second, and he walked past the bloodstains and came to the bed.

What caught my eye was the messy, blood-stained white bed, the bloodstains like a rose blossoming amidst the snow. The tattered, blood-stained hospital gown lay languidly at the foot of the bed, making it easy to imagine the careless and casual manner in which it had been discarded, as if it were merely an eyesore.

The blonde hair curled up on the pillow looked lonely and desolate, and the open handcuffs on both sides of the bed, oozing with blood, were heart-wrenching.

The messy bedding showed the traces of a fierce struggle...

All of these are blatantly proclaiming that whatever exists will completely fall into the abyss.

Shuichi Akai's gaze fell directly on the bunch of white lilies that someone had placed in the pool of blood with a sense of humor, and he closed his eyes in reluctance.

The worst thing happened.

Purity is tainted, white is stained with crimson, and light is dragged into darkness.

Akai Shuichi's heart sank to the bottom as if a huge rock had fallen on it.

He came late.

"Mr. Akai."

When the fully armed FBI members rushed in with their guns drawn, they saw Akai Shuichi standing by the bed and said admiringly, "You are really fast. We have checked the surroundings and there is no one on this floor."

"I understand." Akai Shuichi stood by the bed in silence for a moment, brushing past the blood that was obviously destroyed, carefully collecting the bloodstains and hair on the handcuffs, and handed them to the team member beside him.

His voice was slow and powerful, with an unshakable determination: "Take it to the hospital for genetic testing."

He harbored an unrealistic wish, hoping that this was not a trace left by Amuro-kun.

Because what can be revealed here is enough to destroy a person's entire will.