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

As Fūya Rei glanced at the man's face, he felt even sadder.

This is a senior undercover agent from the Metropolitan Police Department of Japan.

He was kept alive just to test the medicine.

The organization really knows how to exploit people. They even knock out the bone marrow for use.

When Fūya Rei's purple-gray eyes looked over, they were like an elegant and luxurious mirror, reflecting all the evil and sin around him.

He stood in front of the operating table, holding a stack of lab materials as if he were holding a Bible. His voice was elegant and graceful, yet it carried an undeniable bloody flavor: "Because of the sins of our ancestors, we must prepare to kill their descendants, lest they rise up and possess the earth and fill the world with cities."

There was no emotion in his tone as he called out calmly, "Gibson-kun."

"Sir," Gibson responded promptly.

Fūya Rei's eyes were ambiguous, his curved brows as pure as the moon, but his words were as cold as a knife: "I want to restore a clean conscience to everyone and pull them out of the filth. This base is just the beginning. Will you accompany me?"

Gibson's eyes lit up like a puppy seeing a bone: "I do, sir!"

After a pause, he said anxiously, "But our actions will soon be reported to that old boss, sir. We don't have much time left. We have to leave here quickly."

He was genuinely worried about Rei Furuya.

Fūya Rei kept the corners of his mouth raised, making it impossible to guess what he was thinking.

"Don't worry." He soothed gently, slowly speaking the crucial words, "I have cut off contact between the base and the outside world."

Except for them, no one can leave here, and no one can contact the outside world.

In other words, he didn't need Gibson's help to disconnect the network.

The task assigned to Gibson was like a casual test of his loyalty.

Gibson was not at all displeased. Humans all admire the strong, let alone someone as strong as Mr.

He would just feel honored.

If the gentleman did not value his words, why would he bother to test him?

Sir, he has him in his heart!!

Little flowers floated all over Gibson's body.

Jiang Guling:...?

Is this guy out of his mind?

He walked out slowly. Some researchers tried to run out, but were stopped at the door by Gibson's men.

The sounds of wailing, cursing, and begging resounded throughout the base.

Standing outside the base, Furuya Rei looked up at this sinful base, his eyes as calm as if he was looking at a dead object.

But everyone knows that there are at least dozens of people in this base, and the experimental subjects alone account for more than half of the population.

Gibson took the white windbreaker from his subordinates and put it on Rei Furuya, quietly standing behind him like a loyal dog.

Fūya Rei's purplish-gray eyes remained calm as he spoke softly, "This place is filled with desire, darkness, and pain."

"The evil in the human heart and the madness of human nature are like the devil. This is sin, and sin will be punished."

Making evil disappear and giving salvation to the world is what those who walk the world on behalf of God should do.

He glanced at Gibson who had followed with a group of people. His eyes were deep and distant, as if he was a high god judging the good and evil in the world.

The wind blew, lifting the ends of his hair and making his voice sound a little chilly: "Gipson, I need a firework to celebrate--"

Gibson bowed his head respectfully, an unprecedented gesture of awe and fanatical faith.

"Yes, Master."

Gibson, who had sleekly switched jobs again, swore that from now on, he would only have one master—

My lord——Romanee-Conti!

His only faith is Lord Romani.

Gibson quickly arranged the plan and had people install the bomb, not caring at all about the punishment he would face if the leader found out.

He is loyal only to his master.

New York time, December 3rd, 10:00 a.m.

The bomb was detonated, and the experimental base was instantly razed to the ground, with flames burning fiercely.

BOSS, I hope you like my gift.

Fūya Rei admired the explosion from a close distance, with the corners of his mouth raised and a smile between his lips and teeth.

No one knew that when he opened his eyes in the laboratory, a thought came to him:

Ruin this place!

People are unaware of their sins, and I bring punishment upon them, which is their best relief.

"Congratulations on the birth of sin. Congratulations on the birth of punishment."

Under the raging fire, he congratulated with a smile.

Crime and punishment are good friends.

The aftermath of the explosion blew the hem of Furiya Rei's windbreaker. He took out a scarf he had gotten from somewhere and put it on. He lowered his eyes to hide the indifference in them, and turned away without any reluctance.

Gibson stared blankly at his spotless back, when suddenly an idea popped into his mind.

He is a god, he is a monster.

He is the darkness created by the organization itself.

He does not love the world.

Because gods are born in the land of sin.

After Furuya Ling sat in the back seat of the car, he closed his eyes for a moment and told Gibson: "Call Vermouth and tell her—"

He slowly raised his eyes and looked out the car window. Rows of explosion-proof troops and FBI elites were rushing towards the ruins of the base.

His eyes were pure and unwavering, filled with reserved dignity, elegance and gentleness. "The experimental base was captured by the FBI. Miss Huizi, unwilling to be captured, activated the base's self-destruct mechanism and perished along with the base."

"And I, a poor wounded soldier without any fighting ability, was saved by the unexpected arrival of Mr. Gibson."

After Gibson made the call, there was a long silence on the other end. His charming voice was cold, "Then how do you explain why no one at the base reported for help before the FBI arrived?"

Furiya Rei's beautiful, gem-like eyes were clear and soft, yet they gave people an extremely strong sense of oppression. His smile gradually deepened: "Perhaps there is a mole in the laboratory who colluded with the police and tampered with it."

His eyes were elegant and brilliant. "After all, the sources of experimental subjects are all sorts of strange and bizarre. It's normal that one or two strong enough to hold on to the end would have the means to contact the police."

"Oh?" Vermouth keenly noticed the key point and said in a daze, "You figured out the identities of some of the experimental subjects so quickly. I have to say, you always give me unexpected surprises, Romani."

Obviously, she had also been paying attention to the progress of the laboratory, otherwise she would not have called out his code name so accurately.

Jiang Gu Ling's eyes were slightly closed, but the smile on his lips remained, as harmless as a sheep at a loss in the rain.

His tone was sincere and genuine. "Miss Chris, you're too kind. I was just a poor, innocent, and sickly experimental subject who had just woken up. I couldn't even leave the lab, so I couldn't provide you with any useful clues. I'm truly sorry."

The sound of a motorcycle starting up could be heard from Vermouth, accompanied by her mysterious tone: "I hope everything you said is true."

She said calmly, "Gipson, give me the location and I'll come find you right away."