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

Vermouth lowered her eyes and met the previous generation's gentle and smiling eyes, which seemed to have thousands of words to say.

With such a level of mystery, Bourbon seems a little immature in front of him.

Wait, wait, she seemed to have forgotten someone.

Vermouth's mind went blank, and she blurted out, "Where's Bourbon?"

Only after she finished speaking did she react.

Yes, Bourbon, who can suppress Detective Camus and Worrier Tennessee, his existence should not be so weak, so weak that people can't notice it at all.

Each of Toru Miyano's personalities possesses the power and charm to stir up trouble, and whenever they appear, they naturally become the focus of attention.

What about Bourbon hiding behind them?

What about Bourbon, who left countless rumors in the organization, was feared and envied by countless members, and died and came back to life?

The new personalities created by the organization "Agent" have appeared, but where has the suspected main personality gone?

Vermouth felt a vague sense of horror as if she had glimpsed a taboo, and white sweat was breaking out all over her body.

The agent couldn't help but raise a smile at the corner of his lips. His eyes were unfathomable, and his tone was almost as cold as the wind and snow. He said coldly, "Ms. Chris, is there something important that requires Mr. Bourbon's intervention?"

When he glanced sideways, the midday sun painted a golden hue behind him, making him look like a god or a demon, which made people feel fear.

Vermouth's desire to survive was overflowing. She pulled the corners of her mouth and said with a fake smile: "No, I just heard that 'Amuro Toru killed Bourbon', and I am a little curious about this colleague who has newly inherited the code name."

Fūya Rei elegantly adjusted her scarf, and with her brows lowered and eyes focused, she looked exceptionally gentle and warm. She had the brightness and detachment of the moon, yet she couldn't ignore the danger and depth of the night.

His soft eyes curved up, and he said firmly, "That's enough small talk."

"Everyone has their own personal grudges. I'm just settling a personal matter." Furuya Rei placed his right index finger against his lips and said gracefully and gently, "You guessed it, didn't you?"

Vermouth temporarily put aside the issue of Bourbon, and her attention was easily diverted to the private matters mentioned by Romani.

Her mind raced for information about Romani in the United States, anything that could be considered a personal grudge—

Schindler.

She breathed a sigh of relief and said with a mysterious smile, "Then have fun. If you need a playmate, I'm always here for you."

Already knowing his next itinerary, she didn't stop Romani from leaving.

Fūya Rei nodded slightly and said goodbye politely: "Then, see you next time."

He looked back at Gibson, who understood and started the car and drove away.

At the same time, Vermouth started the motorcycle and headed in the opposite direction.

The two sides go in opposite directions, like the division between light and darkness.

"Master, where are we going now?" Gibson asked, holding the steering wheel.

Rei Furuya gave an address, which was a safe house he had prepared himself.

An hour and a half later, the car slowed down and stopped in a busy area.

When you get out of the car and look up, you can see the Schindler Group building not far away.

Gibson hurriedly took out a windbreaker from the car and put it on him, whispering: "Master, it's windy now, you need to take care of yourself."

Furiya Rei's eyes fell on the Schindler's Tower logo, a faint smile playing on his lips as he said gently, "You're becoming more and more like a butler."

Gibson said seriously, "It is my honor to be your housekeeper."

Furuya Rei withdrew his gaze and looked at Gibson, his tone containing a hint of ridicule: "That's a huge waste of talent."

Without waiting for Gibson to speak, he said softly, "Please personally assign some people to the Schindler Group. The higher the position, the better. I'll need them when I'm better."

"Yes, Master."

Gibson responded excitedly and seriously.

After sending Gibson away, Rei Furuya moved into this apartment less than one kilometer away from Schindler's company.

Alone in this spacious and deserted room, he took out his personal mobile phone and saw an email from yesterday.

[Hiroki Sawada has agreed to join the dessert club and is looking forward to the code name you will give him.

— Cheesecake]

Fūya Rei thought about it and quickly replied.

[When I return to Japan, I will meet him in person. His operation code name is: Three-Colored Dumpling.

—Caramel Pudding]

The person on the other end responded very quickly, as if they had been waiting by the phone.

[Understood, Sansetuanzi and I will assist you with your daily tasks.

— Cheesecake]

After dealing with the most important email, Fūya Rei picked up the organization's contact phone number and started looking through it.

First, there is Vermouth's message.

[I'll have Gibson deliver the medicine to temporarily stabilize your body tomorrow. Best wishes~

Vermouth]

Cross out the daily greetings and expressions of loyalty from Knob Creek and extract valuable intelligence.

[Mr. GIN took VODKA away half an hour ago and went to New York.

—Knob Creek]

Why did Gin suddenly come to New York?

Furukaya Rei looked at the time. Based on the time when Gin boarded the plane, just thirteen hours had passed.

In other words, he had just gotten off the plane in the United States.

Fūya Rei frowned and continued reading.

[The headquarters has been very relaxed recently. I heard that the man was being hunted by police from various countries, and Rum has not asked about the organization's mission for a long time.

—Knob Creek]

A happy smile flashed in Fūya Rei's eyes. He felt good when he heard that some people were not having a good time.

Fūya Rei flipped to the next message.

[Two strong snipers have arrived. They often fight over the sir at the training grounds, and their relationship is poor. Sir, should we recruit one of them?

——Lafite]

Attached below is the information about the two and their performance in the organization's mission.

After seeing this, Fūya Ling couldn't help but raise his eyebrows and his expression became subtle.

The stars are big, and the green river is clear.

It looks so familiar.

How did Hiro get into a fight with the FBI?

Furiya Rei's eyes changed. Hiro has such a good temper, this must be the FBI's fault.

He immediately responded:

[Recruiting Midorikawa-kun for Tennessee, be subtle.]

After receiving the message, Mr. Rafi, number seven, held his phone with a serious and pious look, as if he was praying in church.

[I understand, sir.]

Lafei put down his phone and flipped through the information on Midorikawa Saku. The gentleman meant not to let the newcomer know his other identities.

In other words, Midorikawa Saku must not know that Toru Amuro is equal to Bourbon and equal to Tennessee.

It's easy.

The information about Lord Tennessee was well hidden in the organization, so it was easy to fool Midorikawa.

Rafi puffed out his chest proudly, laughed alone for a while, and then took the initiative to calm down.

The most important thing now is——

The master is going to recruit a new person, so he must work harder and not let the new person steal the master's favor.

Who knows if those newcomers are undercover and whether they can hurt Mr.

He must protect the gentleman!