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

In the quiet base, under the dim light, Nobxi nervously tugged at his sleeves and said awkwardly, "Senior, I don't have a car..."

Mr. No. 5’s reason for refusal was very simple: he didn’t have a car.

Furuya Rei said nonchalantly, "You can just drive any car at the base."

"I still have a mission..."

The detective glanced at him casually, but in just a moment, he was crushed by the powerful and unmatched momentum and knelt on the ground uncontrollably.

It was as if being stared at by the abyss, the nerves in the brain were frantically warning, it was extremely terrifying and extremely dangerous.

"Be obedient." The Abyss said condescendingly.

Knob Creek: "...Okay, Senior."

He wiped the sweat off his face and stood up, not daring to look his senior in the eye again.

The strange look in his eyes, as if he was looking at an alien or a monster, made him feel creepy.

At ten o'clock in the evening, Fūya Rei returned to the safe house. After restraining his willful and unruly aura, he seemed particularly steady and reliable.

He walked around the base today and saw clearly the mission of Gin and the others. He estimated that it could be completed before three in the morning.

Well then——the operations team will be quite busy tomorrow.

Fūya Rei's purple-gray eyes were sharp and piercing, like a mirror reflecting the world, so cold that it was frightening.

The next day, early morning of November 11th.

Fūya Rei was still sitting in the bedroom, with the surveillance footage of Asai Villa in front of him.

There are surveillance cameras installed at every entrance of the villa, so people coming in and out can be seen clearly.

Unfortunately, after watching all night, Rei Furuya still couldn't find the suspected bomber.

But this is impossible.

Yan Er died at noon today, which means that the bomb must have been installed yesterday at the latest.

But he reviewed the surveillance footage from the past two days countless times and found nothing suspicious.

Thinking about the fact that the plainclothes police officers found nothing at Asai Villa yesterday and this morning, and the fact that he tried to send messages to his colleagues in the past two days to warn them to be careful of bombs that would be remotely controlled by criminals after being dismantled, but the messages failed.

Fūya Rei's expression was extremely serious. He had to admit that the plot was still going on stubbornly.

Is that damn node of fate unbreakable?

Hagiwara…

His purple-gray eyes were deep and solemn, and he stared at Asai Villa as if he was looking at a criminal who was destined to be killed.

Furiya Rei was extremely anxious. Even though he gave the treatment card to Hagiwara, he couldn't feel at ease until he saw Hagiwara come out of that damn villa with his own eyes.

And there were the riot police officers he had no energy to save.

He is restricted, so can the enemy forces try to break his fate?

No matter what, he would do whatever it takes to resolve the inevitable death of Hagiwara and those police officers.

But fate should never be taken lightly.

Fūya Rei pondered for a moment, his expression cold and hard, then he picked up his phone and started making a call.

"Killer, give me a sniper." He asked directly without any politeness.

"What are you going to do?" Gin's hoarse and low voice gave people a cold and sharp feeling.

Fūya Rei moved the potato chip bag on the table and said with interest, "I found an interesting ape."

As soon as he finished speaking, the person on the other end of the phone hung up.

Gin cursed inwardly. Although he vaguely knew that the detective did not consider humans as his own kind, this was the first time he heard him call humans "apes".

Why did you suddenly stop pretending?

After he gave an order to Vodka, he let the matter go. As long as it didn't affect the organization, it was okay to be an outlier.

Soon, Furuya Rei received an email from Vodka and Cohen's contact information on his mobile phone.

[Detective, Korn is temporarily assigned to you and will be under your command. Big Brother reminds you not to overdo it and affect the organization.]

—vodka]

Fūya Rei stared at the email for a while with a complicated expression. He suddenly had the illusion that he was the dangerous one.

He quickly dialed the number, and the moment the call was connected, he said directly: "Mr. Cohen, come to the safe house to pick me up. You belong to me today."

Cohen asked blankly, "...Is it Mr. Amuro?"

Furuya Rei said unhappily, "Otherwise, come and pick me up quickly."

Cohen's words were on the tip of his tongue, so he asked, "Did Bourbon agree?"

The moment the words came out of his mouth, he felt something was wrong.

Sure enough, the detective's angry voice came from the other side: "I don't need a bourbon pipe anywhere. You'll have ten minutes, or I'll post the fact that you wet your pants at ten years old on the organization's intranet."

Cohen's expression turned serious: "I'll leave right away."

His expression was stiff, and a chill ran down his spine. Even a cold-blooded killer had to maintain his dignity.

After receiving the reply, Furuya Rei waited patiently in the safe house.

Cohen lived up to his mobility as a sniper and really arrived at the safe house within ten minutes and successfully picked up the person.

As the car was moving, Cohen asked, "Mr. Amuro, where is the mission location?"

Furuya Rei was holding his phone, staring at the surveillance camera. He tilted his head and glanced at him, saying, "Yoshioka 3-chome, Asai Villa."

He seemed to be in a more positive mood, and with a childish smile, he said, "I found two bombers who can turn invisible. They're very brave and are planning to blow the police up."

There was a deep coldness brewing in the depths of his eyes, which made people feel cold at the sight of him.

"I heard they asked the police for 1 billion. My recent mission reward was withheld by the killer, and I haven't had a cake in a long time."

He had an expectant smile on his face, his eyes cold and indifferent: "Mr. Cohen, you can definitely help me get that billion, right?"

Cohen glanced at the smiling detective through the rearview mirror and realized clearly that he was not asking him questions, but informing him that he would die if he didn't get the money.

Rei Furuya did think so. In the plot, Cohen's death is not now, so what will happen if he lets Cohen deal with the bomber?

If Cohen is unable to do anything, he will hand Cohen over to the police station.

It depends on how your destiny line is chosen.

Whether Cohen's future is as important as those police officers whose names were not even recorded will be important.

This is undoubtedly a heartbreaking contrast, but Rei Furuya has long been accustomed to it.

Cohen asked seriously, "Is it enough to just grab a billion? Are there any additional goals?"

Furuya Rei gave him an appreciative look. "Of course. I've mentioned before that there are two bombers who can become invisible. Cohen-kun still needs to find them. I'd love to see their magic tricks."

Despite saying this, the detective had a bored look on his face.

Cohen stopped asking questions, feeling that attracting the detective's attention was not a good thing.

At half past nine, the car stopped steadily in a dark corner outside Asai Villa.

Cohen took the sniper rifle to look for a suitable sniping point, while Fūya Rei sat in the car and stared intently at the surveillance on his mobile phone.

As the clock struck ten-thirty, the villa began to fall into chaos, with residents running down from upstairs in panic.