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

After receiving the news, Gin was discharged from the hospital with a gloomy face that day, and boarded a plane to New York with the vodka that he had been drinking with Knob Creek for a long time.

Shuichi Akai, who was squatting in the solitary confinement room, was reviewing how he ended up in solitary confinement.

He felt that he was innocent. Wasn't he and Midorikawa Saku just showing off their 'lover' to each other?

——Even though their coach later revealed that they were 'fantasizing' about the same lover.

Akai Shuichi's brows furrowed, his expression gradually darkened, his dark green eyes sharp and bright, with a cold light that pierced everything.

He secretly wondered, could it be that Midorikawa Sakuma and Amuro-kun had an old relationship?

But Amuro-kun has a pure and tender aura, while Midorikawa Saku is dark and dangerous, and they are definitely not the same kind of people.

But Midorikawa Saku did not deny the 'fantasy' mentioned by the coach.

Thinking of this, Shuichi Akai temporarily put this doubt deep in his heart.

Next to him, Zhu Fujingguang huddled in the corner with his knees hugged, his upturned blue eyes dark and gloomy, as if they could sweep up a huge wave.

He looked across the wall in the direction of the next door with an extremely dangerous look, as if he was going to find his good friend Matsuda to rub a bomb with his hands and blow the scum next door to the sky.

Zhu Fujingguang couldn't calm down. He was so close to Zero, so close that he was only a code name away from having the chance to get closer to Zero, but he found that this dirty organization was tap dancing on his tense nerves all the time.

Not to mention the series of code-named members, even the newcomers who just joined the organization dared to covet Zero.

Zhu Fu Jingguang was heartbroken. He leaned against the wall, holding his heart with his hands. His lips were pale and sweat was on his forehead.

He knew he was not sick, but he just felt the pain of suffocation.

Zero, hold on, and wait for me to save you!

So before getting the codename——

His eyes were cold and his expression was full of hostility.

——First find a way to put Zhu Xingda in jail!

After the punishment was over, he secretly returned to the safe house prepared in advance, took out his private mobile phone to report his safety to Hagiwara and Matsuda, and then found an opportunity to contact Mr. Takeshita to formulate an arrest plan!

This is definitely not because of any personal feelings, the main reason is that the guy is too dangerous and cannot be left to the organization.

But, is his contact, Mr. Takeshita, too busy?

If you contact me ten times, you are lucky to get a response once.

Which of them is the undercover agent who is in danger and cannot be contacted casually?

Think about the last time they contacted each other. He returned to Japan and wanted to meet Takeshita, but the reply he received was -

[If there's nothing important, we can do it another day. I'm practicing dancing.]

Zhu Fu Jingguang:? ?

Did you say it wrong? You are practicing martial arts, not dancing?

But there was no reply from the other side.

Zhu Fujingguang, who was always out of touch with his contacts, was very simple-minded and sighed silently that public security work was really busy.

He never imagined that his contact and his good friend were working hard to defraud the organization of money to support the police.

New York, USA.

Sitting in the car with his eyes closed, Fūya Rei waited patiently for an hour before Vermouth arrived on a motorcycle.

She looked at Jiang Gu Ling, who seemed to be terminally ill, and a hint of complexity flashed across her eyes.

It's really different.

She removed her helmet with a graceful movement, her long golden hair flowing down, radiating her charm. Her lake-like eyes carefully observed this new personality that had been born into the organization, and a feeling of pity and sadness, like a caged bird, rose in her heart.

Fūya Rei met her gaze directly, his curved eyes containing a faint smile and friendliness.

Vermouth suddenly withdrew her gaze, her heart beating faster.

It's not a heartbeat, but an indescribable panic.

The moment he made eye contact with Romani, the superb actor easily sensed the truth that the other person did not hide too much.

——Indifference to the world, and love and affection for humanity.

The mystery of contradiction.

He loves mankind fairly and impartially, like a god.

At the same time, he strangely hates this world, especially the evil that is rampant in it.

Vermouth has no doubt that if it means cleansing the world of sin, he would not hesitate to destroy humanity.

This kind of madman who plays with the world at his fingertips is the most dangerous.

Was the researcher upset to cause such a big trouble to the organization?

This guy's evil heart seems to be rivaled only by Tennessee.

Vermouth, who had a rough understanding of the other person's true nature after just one meeting, gave up the idea of ​​getting close to him and now just wanted to stay away from him.

She propped up the motorcycle with one leg, flicked her hair, and asked lazily, "Romani, do you want to go back to the safe house now?"

Upon hearing this, Gibson couldn't help but look at Vermouth again.

It's not an illusion.

Although Vermouth seemed relaxed, she was actually tense all over. She wanted to step on the accelerator and ride away on her motorcycle as if the people on the motorcycle were germs.

Such an evasive attitude is really curious.

Vermouth glanced at the back seat of the car. Romani was sitting upright, exuding gentlemanliness and elegance. His gaze was soft and kind, with a politeness that did not seem offensive.

But Vermouth didn't feel at all honored to be treated specially by this guy.

"Ms. Chris, I'm afraid I need a new researcher to take over in order to stabilize my condition." He looked at her with a gentle smile and asked slowly, "You think so too, don't you?"

Vermouth could clearly see the pair of purple-gray eyes gently curved, like the snake in the Garden of Eden, making people feel boundless temptation and coldness, spitting out forked tongues to tempt people to fall into hell.

A trace of fear flashed in her eyes, and she crossed her arms across her chest, which is a classic self-defense state in psychology.

In order to cover up her momentary gaffe, she inadvertently exposed her defensiveness, but she did not notice that Gibson's eyes in the driver's seat changed instantly, and the hand holding the steering wheel put into the pocket containing the scalpel.

Vermouth said with a smile, "Don't worry, even if you don't mention it, the master will arrange a new doctor for you."

She pointedly reminded: "You have to believe in your own value."

The smile on Fūya Rei's face remained unchanged, revealing a profound and mysterious expression. He softly stated his request, "Then I hope the new doctor won't have so many distracting thoughts."

"Pride is a sin, greed is a sin, envy is a sin..."

He was looking out the car window, as if he was looking at something very far away. He was clearly sitting in the car and talking right in front of people, but it made people feel that his voice came from the sky, like a decree from God.

"The guilty deserve punishment. The guilty must pray for God's forgiveness before they can rest in peace. I'm sure that gentleman doesn't want to harm any more researchers, right?"

Vermouth's eyes darkened, revealing her undisguised malice and threats.

Gibson sympathetically replied, "Master, how can a sinner atone for his sins?"

Jiang Gu Ling's eyes were indifferent, and his expression was compassionate and gentle, just like a god bowing his head to show mercy to the world.

He looked at Vermouth calmly and gently, a smile slowly spreading across the corners of his lips. He lowered his voice and said vaguely, "There is life in blood, and it can atone for sins."