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

As soon as Gin got off the plane, he received a code-named email from his boss about Toru Amuro's new personality and a video of someone waking up in the laboratory. Then he received a text message from Vermouth reporting that the laboratory had been bombed by the FBI. Before he had time to catch his breath, the guy code-named Romani called him.

The timing is extremely accurate.

Just hearing this slow, mysterious, dangerous and highly suggestive voice made him feel extremely bad.

Gin and Vodka got in the car that came to pick him up and said in a bad tone, "If you have something to say, just say it. Cut the crap."

After a pause, he called out in an ambiguous tone, "Romani."

This brainwashed personality is definitely not like the harmless and submissive appearance in the three-minute video sent by the boss.

The other party chuckled, his tone friendly and calm: "I just heard you came to New York, and said hello to you. After all -"

His voice was unusually soft, as he teased, "You are my good friend."

He emphasized: "Best friends."

Gin's eyes turned cold for a moment.

At this moment, he felt a creepy feeling. Although he was in a busy airport, he felt as if he was being hunted by an indescribable creature.

It was as if the elegant and dignified young man on the other end of the phone was standing in front of him with a smile on his face, with countless ghosts and monsters surrounding him on both sides, as powerful as gods and as ghostly as demons.

The agent is a bit weird.

Gin's expression was cold, and his deep green eyes looked ahead, as if he was sizing up prey that he was about to tear apart and swallow.

"You'd better be okay." A murderous aura swept over Gin, causing Vodka, who was putting the suitcase in the trunk of the car, to shiver.

Furiya Ling lowered his eyebrows and spoke in an elegant and gentle voice, "Due to the death of FBI Deputy Director Thomas, the FBI has been very angry recently, and the people of New York are in panic. The laboratory has also been linked to the FBI because of an insider, so they have smelled the clues and come to us. Gin-kun, for your safety, I have prepared a safe house for you. I am sorry to trouble you during this period."

Gin got furious when this matter was mentioned.

At that time, he was still recuperating in a hospital under the name of the organization in Tokyo. When he saw the news, he almost jumped out of the hospital bed and flew directly to New York to shoot down Tennessee, the scourge.

Unfortunately, the wound ruptured and the doctor kept him in the hospital for several days to recuperate.

"You reminded me." Gin sneered, his tone cold and stern, "You've caused so much trouble. If you don't have a reasonable explanation, you should go to the interrogation room."

After the call ended, the organization's car quickly drove away from the airport.

In the car, Vodka asked hesitantly, "Brother, why don't we go to the safe house prepared by Romani?"

He doesn't even know who Romanee-Conti is.

Gin pressed down the brim of his hat, endured the guy's stupidity, and said speechlessly: "If you want to die, go ahead."

There really hasn't been any improvement at all.

Although Romanee-Conti came out of the organization's brainwashing laboratory, his performance was not reassuring at all.

Not to mention that the surveillance before the laboratory explosion was completely destroyed.

His intuition told him that all this was definitely related to Romani.

Let him see what's going on with that guy.

The call was hung up, and Rei Furuya sighed with regret.

Gin's caution and suspicion always save his life.

Fūya Ling turned on the computer and placed it on his knees, typing in strings of code. Countless pieces of information flowed through his eyes, transforming into practical and useful intelligence.

He stared at the computer, reached out and pressed the black communicator beside his ear, and said softly, "Exploding Mochi Bun, you can handle the situation now."

A disgusted voice came from the communicator: "Got it, it looks like the plan has failed."

As Exploding Mochi Bun spoke, he retrieved the bomb that was being installed and cleaned the safe house that had just been prepared.

Jōgō Gōryō lowered her eyes and smiled, her long eyelashes like crow feathers casting a shadow under her eyes.

The emotion in his eyes was calm, as if everything was expected. He said nonchalantly, "It's just a casual arrangement."

It would be best if you succeed, but there is no loss if you don’t.

Now that they had confirmed Gin's whereabouts and the person who was supposed to be meeting him in New York, as long as they found that person, they could follow the clues and trace Gin's network of contacts.

Based on this, Gin's movement trajectory can be simulated and utilized.

It seems that only half of Gin's purpose in coming to New York was for him.

There was a cold and sharp look in Jiang Gu Ling's purple-gray eyes, and he looked down on others with arrogance.

This scavenger is indeed not as simple as it seems. No wonder it can compete with Rum.

"If there are no other arrangements, I'll leave first." said the exploding mochi bun.

Furuya Rei didn't agree, but instead asked, "I remember that the people in the Bronx live a simple yet warm life, and their hearts are pure and cheerful."

On the other end of the phone, the exploding mochi bun was silent for a moment, his voice slightly distorted: "If the Bronx you're referring to is the slum, then I think so."

A simple life? That's called living below the poverty line.

As for enthusiasm? Well, for fat sheep, some people in the Bronx will always be very enthusiastic to greet you with guns drawn.

And the heart is simple and cheerful?

The exploding mochi bun thought numbly that it was indeed quite simple to set your sights on a goal and fight to the end, and to do whatever it took to survive.

"I think Mochibao-kun also thinks that place is a good place to relax." Fūya Ling said with a smile.

Bursting Mochi Bun: “…” I didn’t say that.

But he finally realized that the president was going to cause trouble.

He took a deep breath, smiled like a fun-loving man, and responded cheerfully, "Yes, I think so too."

He said happily, "I and the little toys that have been dismantled will always be waiting for your orders. Please tell me if you have anything to do."

The corners of Fūya Rei's mouth curled up with a slight smile: "Of course, I always need you."

After hanging up the phone, Fūya Ling rubbed his eyebrows. He felt a little tired, but the pain in his body made him irritable.

He stared at the red-marked area in the Bronx and some intelligence information on the computer with an unfathomable look on his face.

After a while, Jōguchi Rei closed his computer, picked up his phone and looked through New York's light luxury men's fashion.

As I was flipping through the books, my eyes couldn't help but fall on the Tom Ford brand.

The cut is close-fitting, sexy and sophisticated, and extremely eye-catching.

There are also Ralph Lauren Purple Label brand clothes, which give people the feeling that they don’t need to work or think about making money, because they are rich playboys.

Both of these are surprisingly suitable for Hagiwara.

So, Jōtani Rei's eyes suddenly lit up, and with a swipe of his fingers, he bought four sets of ready-made clothes and linings of different styles from each of the two stores, as well as a complete set of leather shoes, accessories, etc. and stuffed them into the shopping cart.

He continued to browse and his eyes stopped on the Versace brand again.

Well, this unique avant-garde art and the temperament of a Middle Eastern oil tycoon are very suitable for Matsuda.