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

Gin frowned irritably, "Detective, do you want Bourbon to come out?"

Although Bourbon's mystical personality was a bit annoying, it didn't bother him, nor did it bother him. In this sense, Bourbon's annoying nature actually had its advantages.

He decided that if the detective became too noisy, he would take him to a dark room and confiscate the drugs hidden on him, so that the Boben personality could come out smoothly and suppress the annoying and noisy detective.

It all depends on whether the detective can give him a reason.

He was sure the detective could tell what he was thinking.

Gin stared at the detective with his deep green eyes, like an unfathomable forest, emitting chill and coldness, and his hideous and terrifying aura was undisguised.

Furiya Rei glanced at him and saw that Gin's whole body, even down to the hair, showed that he wanted to be locked up in the detective's small dark room.

His body stiffened, his fingers trembled, and he lay on the sofa, not daring to say a word.

He didn't want to act out PTSD in the dark at all. It was not only tiring, but also life-threatening.

It's too difficult and painful to pretend to pinch yourself unconsciously.

He's not a masochist, so how could he like being hurt?

But Gin, or rather the organization's abacus beads were about to fall on his face.

Yes, given Old Crow's caution, how could he allow someone who can see through everything to be in his organization?

If you can't bear to throw it away, you can only find a way to control it in your hands.

It is unacceptable for him to refuse to cooperate.

Fūya Rei's purplish-gray eyes were clear and bright as he weighed the pros and cons.

It seems that he has to find a way to cooperate with the organization to achieve the results he wants, but he can't really let the organization do anything to him.

He nodded his chin and circled his collaborator, Vermouth.

We have to go to the United States as soon as possible. Once Vermouth is under our control, we won’t be afraid of the research institute there.

After making up his mind, he relaxed. This was a two-way journey with the organization.

Who doesn't like a win-win situation?

I think the organization will be very happy too.

Chianti sneered with a look of contempt. How dare he say that he is not a canary?

They have obviously been trained well.

Ireland looked at Amuro Toru with regret. It was a pity that such a delicate canary with smooth feathers already had an owner.

He didn't dare to provoke that madman Bourbon. He could only wait until Bourbon got tired of playing with the little canary, and then he would find a way to come over.

Not knowing what Ireland was up to, Fūya Rei looked at Gin with fear, his gaze piercing Chianti coldly.

He seemed a little aggrieved and announced loudly, "I've decided to hate Miss Sniper."

He could see at a glance that Chianti had a violent, bloodthirsty, arrogant and conceited character, and that he took pleasure in killing.

If she fails to kill anyone in the next mission, her expression will definitely be very relieved.

He just needs to do a little bit of manipulation.

Of course, he was also prepared to be discovered by Gin and put in solitary confinement.

Public security police, fear nothing!

Everything is under control.

"Isn't Bourbon coming?" Cohen suddenly asked, breaking the strange atmosphere.

Vodka coughed lightly, glanced at the detective, and explained on behalf of his brother: "Bourbon is not involved in this mission."

"Then what is his little lover doing here?" Chianti's name was full of malice.

Vodka was a little choked. Didn't you ever think that big brother's word "canary" was a joke?

Even gin is hard to describe, and I feel that Chianti is stupid.

Only Rei Furuya remained calm and seemed to have adapted well to his new identity.

Under Gin's strange gaze, he raised the corners of his mouth slightly, narrowed his eyes and threatened: "I will pass on Miss Sniper's words to Master Bourbon. I believe Master Bourbon will be happy to talk to you about life."

Vodka: ...My eyelids twitched.

Detective, what are you doing? Detective, don't you want to be innocent?

You are making nesting dolls!

Vodka looked at Furuya Zero's outrageous actions speechlessly. You are your own canary, so why don't you tell yourself the story?

After this tongue-twisting sentence flashed through Vodka's mind, his eyes became round like mosquito coils.

It was Chianti's turn to freeze.

He still hasn't forgotten Bourbon's malicious remarks against humans during the last mission, and has become the most feared and hated person in Chianti.

If I talk to someone like that for a few more minutes...

Chianti rubbed the goose bumps on her body. She would rather fight Gin in the middle gate!

Gin looked at the time and it was already late.

After sending the task group to the action team, he walked out first.

"Let's go now. Amuro Toru, you have to find a way to go back by yourself." Gin said with a depressed tone, and he disappeared without a trace.

Vodka hurried to catch up with his elder brother, as he still had to drive for him.

As for the detective?

He believed that with his detective mind, he would always find a way to go back.

The sound of a vehicle starting was heard, and Rei Furiya turned over on the sofa. Looking at the base that had become empty in the blink of an eye, he buried his face in the sofa to rest.

But he couldn't fall asleep. As soon as he closed his eyes, he saw the scene of that bastard Hagiwara being blown into fireworks for not wearing protective clothing.

He rubbed his forehead, as if he often didn't have a chance to sleep for a day or two since joining the organization.

Thinking of the information he had just learned from Gin, he gritted his teeth and sneered. He wanted to see what the organization could find out.

He took out his mobile phone and opened an ice cream pattern software, found the cheesecake pattern hacker from the group members, and sent a private email.

[I checked all the information about Rei Shimotani. All traces of him before the age of seven were completely erased. The only traces after the age of seven left were from the records of Miyano Hospital in Japan and a mental hospital in the United States. The name was replaced with Toru Miyano. No other records of this person exist.]

[I will follow your instructions, President.]

From then on, Furuya Rei's life was erased in a social sense.

This is not a big deal.

Since he accepted the undercover assignment, the police have been processing his intelligence. So far, the hacker's cleanup is just an extra layer of insurance.

As for Miyano Toru who has no complete social experience, it doesn't matter. Anyway, the old crow will make up his mind.

At this time, someone else entered the base.

Fūya Rei glanced at the young man who walked in. He looked familiar. He was the first "innocent" member he had identified in an undercover mission.

"Number Five, come here."

Knob Creek Whiskey, who had become a member of the code name, looked over subconsciously.

It's a member I haven't seen before.

But he immediately revealed his previous number in the training camp, so he must be a senior with high authority and qualifications.

Otherwise, we wouldn't know his intelligence information.

He humbly stepped forward and asked cautiously, "Excuse me, senior, who are you?"

Furuya Rei didn't answer. Instead, he looked at the red-haired boy and asked curiously, "What's the code name you just got?"

"Knob Creek. Knob Creek Bourbon." Number Five said honestly.

Fūya Rei's eyes darkened, but returned to normal before No. 5 Knob Creek noticed.

A type of bourbon?

He exhaled and ordered confidently, "Knob Creek, send me back."