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

Since the child had already left, Kenji Hagiwara and Jinpei Matsuda tried hard but failed to find him, so they quickly let the matter go.

The reason why I took the stranger I met only once seriously was because of my identity as a police officer and the fact that the other person was a minor.

Moreover, the girl was capable and seemed to be very independent. The key point was that she disappeared in the blink of an eye, and they couldn't find her even if they wanted to, so they could only give up.

Matsuda Jinpei leaned against the car, deep in thought: "Do you remember what that kid said just now? It's very strange. Maybe he recognized the wrong person or went to the wrong place."

He scratched his hair and said lazily, "It can't be that the father that the child mentioned I was leading back to this place is a blond idiot...right?"

Before he finished speaking, he suddenly turned his head and looked at Kenji Hagiwara.

Coincidentally, Kenji Hagiwara also vaguely sensed something, turned his head and looked him in the eye.

Two people: "!!"

Their expressions all twisted.

No way, right?

He/Xiao Zhenping wouldn't just say it casually and win the prize, right?

"First of all, there's no way that blond idiot has a daughter this old," Jinpei Matsuda said with a grin. "He's only 22."

Hagiwara Kenji raised his hand, like a primary school student about to speak in class, and said seriously, "Secondly, that young lady can't be Kofuku's trumpet."

He didn't feel the aura of Xiao Jianggu on the girl. She had an independent personality and thoughts.

Matsuda Jinpei rubbed his chin and speculated uncertainly: "If she's adopted by that organization..."

Hagiwara Kenji: "I haven't heard anything."

"Me too." Given Cohen's concern for Furuya, it was impossible for him not to say something about such a big thing, but it was obvious that they didn't know.

After they denied each other, they breathed a sigh of relief.

Hagiwara Kenji laughed dryly and said, "We're overthinking it."

For a moment, both of them became uneasy.

Suddenly, Jinpei Matsuda's cell phone rang.

He took it out and looked at it, his eyes fixed: "It's Cohen."

The email said that he was asked to gather at an abandoned warehouse for a group mission.

Hagiwara Kenji also saw it. He acted as if nothing had happened, but he felt heavy inside: "Xiao Zhenping, as usual, just refuse."

The organization's missions are all filled with blood and sin.

He couldn't bear to see his straightforward, gentle, just and bright Yu Junran being forced to be dyed with other colors, and living in pain with guilt and condemnation every day.

As their predecessors, Komorobushi and Kofuruya have already told them how sad and dark the road ahead is.

Matsuda Jinpei glanced sideways at the safe house, suppressing his anger and hatred as he said, "Don't worry, I won't touch those missions. If it's just a cleanup job like blowing up some abandoned buildings, I can go."

"I can't just turn down every mission like I did before. I have to accumulate merit, get a codename as soon as possible, and get to the heart of the organization as soon as possible, so that I can help Furuya."

Seeing his friend about to say something, Matsuda Jinpei raised his hand to stop him, and said with pride in his carefree manner, "Don't forget that my strengths are not only in blasting and bomb disposal, but also in weapon modification."

He was unwilling to do the organization's tasks, so he could choose to help the organization develop weapons, squander the organization's funds, delay for a month or so, follow the clues to find the organization's arms smuggling chain, and satisfy his hobby of disassembling and assembling machines, killing two birds with one stone.

As for the weapons with better performance that are developed, he will send version 2.0 to the police.

Hagiwara Kenji thought darkly, when those criminals used your weapons to kill people, Xiao Zhenping, you couldn't convince yourself to stay out of it.

The organization is a bloody and violent institution, and no one in it is innocent.

Xiao Zhenping, are you really ready?

Matsuda Jinpei looked over with a determined expression and said, "Yes, I'm ready."

After Matsuda made up his mind, Hagiwara Kenji stopped trying to persuade him. He smiled, hope and tenderness flowing in his eyes: "Then let's work together."

We can't let Xiao Jiangu be alone all the time.

PJ-S Laboratory.

Su Zi looked at the time and it was already eleven o'clock in the evening.

He rubbed his dry eyes and put the test tube in his hand away. As he turned around, he groaned, his face suddenly grim with pain.

He lowered his head tremblingly and saw that a dagger had been stabbed into his abdomen, with only the handle left outside, which showed how much strength the attacker had used.

The bright red blood instantly seeped through the white coat and trickled onto the ground.

Tick ​​tock, tick tock...

Su Zi's face looked even paler as paper under the cold white light.

"Who are you?"

He asked with a trembling voice, looking at the blonde girl in front of him who was not even as tall as his waist.

Xila remained silent. When performing tasks, she was always taciturn and ruthless.

Once he spoke, it was only to the dead.

She gripped the dagger and swirled it around Suzi's stomach, causing him to howl in pain. The intense pain drenched him in cold sweats, and he could no longer support himself, holding onto the table to hold on.

He accidentally knocked over all the potions on the table.

Hearing Suzi's question, Xila pulled out the dagger with force, bent his legs, and jumped lightly on the spot. Soon he was at the same height as Suzi.

She held the dagger and slashed it downwards with force, about to cut Suzi's throat.

Suddenly, Xila's pupils straightened up with indifference, his body turned in mid-air, and the dagger stabbed into Suzi's shoulder.

At the same time, a bullet passed by Xila's previous position, hit the table made of special material, bounced into the air and fell to the ground.

Xila kicked Suzi on the wound in the stomach, used the force to jump up again, recovered his weapon, and immediately hid in a blind spot, staring at the door with indifference.

The assistant, also in a white coat, stood there panting, holding a gun in one hand and a cell phone in the other, staring at him warily.

It was obvious that he was the one who fired the shot just now.

Xila had no expression on his face. He shook his broad white sleeves, and four blades flew out at once, stabbing towards the assistant at an extremely fast and fierce speed.

As the assistant struggled to dodge, the blade cut his wrist and the gun in his hand fell to the floor.

When he raised his head, the girl who was far away from him just now was already standing in front of him, with the blood-stained dagger in her hand emitting a cold light.

Then, he felt a chill on his back and twisted his waist subconsciously.

The next second, the groin began to hurt.

A wet feeling flowed out from his trouser legs, blood soaked his shoes, and soon gathered into a puddle on the ground.

The assistant, sweat dripping from his forehead, shouted, "Wait, you can't kill anyone."

He played the phone's speaker with unprecedented speed.

Gin's sharp voice rang out, carrying a chilling warning and anger: "B112, I remember warning you not to attack members of the organization without provocation."

"It wasn't for no reason," Xila denied. "He attacked my father."

She asked without any hesitation: "Gin, are you going to stop me?"