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

Shuichi Akai couldn't imagine how much humiliation and torture the young man with such immature eyes had suffered in the more than two hours since he lost the protection of the FBI.

It must have been an exceptionally long period of darkness.

He was then rescued by Tennessee. What punishment will he face?

——Tennessee will never let it go easily when his own property is defiled.

Smelling the unpleasant smell in the air, Akai Xiu turned and left with a gloomy face.

Time is running out and he must find Amuro-kun's whereabouts as soon as possible.

But from that day on, he completely lost track of Toru Amuro, and even the items that were accidentally left at the hospital were lost.

It was as if that person had never existed in the world.

The next day, Shuichi Akai brought a test report. The bloodstains and hair he provided were exactly the same as those left by Amuro-kun in the hospital.

He burned the report with a cold look in his eyes, and his aura was icy and piercing.

Before trying to infiltrate the organization, first find out who attacked Amuro-kun.

Scumbags should go where they belong.

That night, Rei Furutani was already sitting in the organization's car, and Gibson, who was sitting in the passenger seat, took out a roll of bandage from somewhere and handed it to him.

"Sir, let me help you treat your wound."

Fūya Ling glanced at the wounds on his wrists and said nonchalantly, "No need, someone will take care of it later."

He recalled the last look he took when leaving the hotel and asked with some confusion, "Gipson, what did the logistics department use as a reference when they re-arranged the scene in the room?"

The naive Rei Furuya, unaware of the abyss ahead, couldn't contain his curiosity and said, "They only erased the traces of the individual fight, and only made minor adjustments to other areas. What effect does that have?"

It looks like there is no decoration.

Gibson: “…” He hesitated to speak.

I wanted to answer the adults' questions, but I was afraid of polluting their ears, so I was very conflicted for a while.

Jianggu Ling: "...?"

A big question mark popped up in his head. What's wrong? Is this question so difficult to answer?

Or is there some secret in it that he is not worthy of knowing?

Fortunately, the driver understood his master's intention and saved Gibson from the awkward situation. He said honestly, "Your Excellency has a good eye. The hotel has indeed only made minor adjustments based on the remaining traces. I even left some heather perfume to make it more consistent with the scene afterward."

Fūya Rei blinked slowly, not reacting for a moment.

The aftermath?

What happened...after???

After realizing what happened, Fūya Rei shuddered, his expression changed, and his face turned blue and red. My innocence!

He shouted in grief and anger: "Gipson, is this how you do things?!"

The so-called camouflage scene by the logistics department is really like this?

He couldn't imagine the FBI's reaction when they saw the scene and smelled the perfume in the air.

Ahhh, help! He really wanted to shoot Gibson and then jump into the Hudson River to calm down, so as to alleviate the social despair after learning the truth.

Finished!

Fūya Rei covered his burning face and wailed in his heart, how did things turn out like this?

Shouldn't this be the scene of the torture? Ah! Why is it the aftermath?

Jōgō Rei's eyes were dull and he was still sitting in the car, but his soul had been gone for quite some time.

He really couldn't understand how things had developed to this point.

Just like when he was kidnapped by Aquavit before, the plan always ran like a wild horse, rushing towards the direction of shameful and infuriating social death.

The sad thing is, he didn't do anything!

The final dark history fell on him.

"Sir, I didn't do it well enough," Gibson said, reflecting on his actions with a sincere attitude. "I will definitely do it better next time."

Fūya Rei waved his hands weakly and said, "No, please don't let it happen again."

The next time, he would let Gibson and Knob Creek go into the water together!

By the time Jōguchi Rei got over the embarrassment, half an hour had passed.

He forcibly deleted the memory of what happened just now and pretended that nothing had happened.

But the account still needs to be settled.

He looked at the driver with a light and malicious smile on his face. "Ms. Chris, thank you for helping me clean up this time. I will definitely remember your kindness."

He didn't believe that this was not caused by Vermouth.

This prank has gone too far.

Gibson suddenly turned his head to look at the driver, his pupils shrinking.

The driver reached out and tore off the face. A charming laugh rang out, her long golden hair shone brightly. Her voice was soft and graceful, captivating. "You can't blame me for this. The logistics department arranged the scene according to the traces in the room. The perfume I left behind was just the icing on the cake."

Fūya Ling snorted coldly and decided not to get entangled with this woman's dark history.

He shook his wrist and said confidently, "Miss Chris is sending me to the laboratory right now. The doctor in the laboratory won't ignore my injury."

"Of course, you are a distinguished cadre, Tennessee." Vermouth smoothed her hair and asked curiously, "How did you find me?"

Even as a researcher, Gibson didn't notice anything unusual.

Fūya Rei's lips curled up: "It's a secret."

"Okay, secret." Vermouth scolded, "You are such a bad boy."

"Even if you said that, I wouldn't be so ungentlemanly as to call you Oppa-san." Furiya Rei dragged out the tone, his voice as sweet as if it contained honey.

Vermouth was not so happy when her age was implied. Her eyebrows twitched, and she saw through the rearview mirror that the young man had purple-gray eyes and was pretending to be innocent, so she looked away expressionlessly.

The conductor is really a love-hate relationship.

Fūya Rei took out the organization's contact phone and turned it on. After unlocking several complex password locks, he opened his mailbox and started checking messages.

First, circle the information of the BOSS and Gin and delete all of it, then start checking the information of your subordinates.

Fūya Rei first saw the email that Gibson had sent earlier. He raised his eyebrows slightly, and the smile at the corner of his mouth was unfathomable.

Gibson found Schindler's trace so quickly, it seems that he has a lot of capable people under his command.

Only what can be used by him is valuable.

The reason why Rei Furuya chose to come to the United States was not to completely escape childhood influence. The most important thing was that he wanted to cause some trouble for Syndra before Hiroki Sawada appeared.

It is so heartbreaking to think that such an outstanding child in the comics died so tragically.

He is a true genius, a treasure of Japan, and must not be harmed in any way.

To this end, he specifically asked the dessert club to investigate the intelligence of the Schindler family, carefully selected a jealous man as a breakthrough point, and set the trap with himself.

He took advantage of the man's crazy obsession with Vermouth and deliberately asked Vermouth to meet him at the place where the man often ate, and also deliberately revealed some traces.

Look, isn’t this the bait?