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

The black car sped away from the training camp and merged quietly into the traffic.

Officer Miyamura glanced in the rearview mirror, and after making sure no one was following him, he began to disguise himself in the car.

The straight and formal suit was replaced with a hip-hop style denim suit, and the leather shoes on his feet were replaced with casual sneakers with thin iron chains hanging on them. He also took out a black and red baseball cap from under the seat and put it on his head.

Officer Miyamura thought for a moment, then, like a magician, pulled out a pair of large, pink-rimmed sunglasses and put them on. He then pulled a silver ring from his pocket and put it on. He then bent down and pulled out a gray folding skateboard from a hidden compartment. He quickly assembled it and placed it on the passenger seat.

After arranging everything, he picked up the corner of the denim shirt with many silver decorations hanging on it. There was a thin silver chain with a small mirror on it.

He picked up a small mirror and looked around. After finding no flaws, he stepped on the accelerator and quickly rushed towards where Vodka was.

Officer Miyamura knew very well that Gin would not allow Vodka to be arrested and would definitely take action.

He needed to take advantage of the time difference in the Black Organization's actions to meet with Vodka and personally find out about Furuya's situation in the organization.

Officer Miyamura had a gloomy face. At this point, he could only get information from the fool Vodka.

One o'clock in the morning in New York City, USA.

In the luxurious hotel suite, Vermouth leaned against the window and answered the phone.

Her voice was hoarse, but her tone was charming and affectionate: "Is that so? Don't worry, there will be no problem at the hospital. I'm already handling it. Okay, thank you very much. When I return home, please allow me to treat you to a meal."

"Yeah, no problem, see you then, bye~"

After hanging up the phone, Vermouth frowned and contacted Gin with a grim expression.

"Gin, what's going on at the National Hospital? It's one in the morning in New York, and I actually received a call from the Japanese government. Is it such a big deal?"

Vermouth said sarcastically, "If you can't suppress the forces at home, I can go back and help."

Gin's cold voice came from the other end of the phone: "I sent you an email about this matter, you can take a look for yourself. The information on the Internet has been suppressed."

Before Vermouth could reply, the call was hung up.

Vermouth was not angry either, she was keenly aware that something was wrong.

How could Gin miss the opportunity to laugh at her, but this time he didn't do anything.

Unless this matter is of great importance and involves Gin himself.

A hint of curiosity flashed across Vermouth's eyes. She tapped her cheek with her red-nailed fingers, opened the new email with a smile, and her pupils suddenly shrank.

Toru Amuro has a new personality, temporarily called Commander.

And, the commander jumped off the building?

It’s in the hospital under her name!

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In Japan, Gin really didn't have time to ridicule Vermouth.

After he hung up the phone, the first thing he did was to feel around all over his body. He was sure he had heard the slight electric current sound on the phone correctly.

Then, with an awkward yet polite smile on Rei Furuya's face, a total of eight listening devices and five locators were found on his clothes, hat, and even the soles of his shoes.

Gin: ...?

Gin: Pupils tremble.

Have his skills and perception declined?

Didn’t you notice that so many things were stuffed into your mouth?

Gin looked at the small props scattered on the ground with angry eyes, carefully recalled his route of action and the people he met, and slowly turned his gaze to the commander.

He raised his foot and crushed the small props one by one like cigarette butts, and cold air whizzed around his body.

"When did you do it?" Gin asked in a firm tone.

Fūya Rei didn't hide anything and said with a bright smile, "When we were sparring."

In fact, if you look closely, you can see a hint of collapse in his smile.

The body had its own thoughts and acted autonomously to place the props without him even realizing it.

Fūya Zero's fingers twitched, and he felt like something was missing: a pair of silver handcuffs.

His eyelids twitched. This uncontrolled mental pollution—it’s you, the worrywart!

Gin's aura darkened, and his dark green eyes, filled with murderous intent like a hungry wolf, carried the bloodthirsty coldness of a predator.

In that short fight of less than three minutes in the hospital, the commander stuffed thirteen little things into him?

Gin was so angry that he laughed.

This is fucking overkill.

Your split personality is quite strong. Not to mention the detective whose physical skills are less than 0.5 geese, Bourbon's physical skills are only equal to 0.5 geese.

Change to conductor, haha.

Don’t you even care about the Basic Law when you evolve?

But now is not the time to explore this guy's strength.

"Where did you get these things?" Gin stared at the commander with cold eyes, and murderous aura lingered around him.

Fūya Rei's mouth curled downwards, forcing himself to save face: "What's wrong? I've seen many made by myself. Isn't it enough to have hands?"

Gin: What nonsense are you talking about so confidently?

He felt his blood pressure rising and he wanted to pull out his gun and shoot the commander.

But it didn't work. Not to mention the organization, he simply didn't want to do what the commander wanted.

Gin took a deep breath to suppress his surging anger, then dragged the man into the car.

After getting in the car, Gin, who was used to sitting in the passenger seat, suddenly looked at the empty driver's seat:...No wonder I felt like I had forgotten something.

He had forgotten the vodka.

Gin's eyes pierced the commander sharply, revealing a provoked sneer: "You found out a long time ago."

Discovered he forgot the vodka.

"Isn't this interesting?" Furiya Rei hummed a little tune nonchalantly, leaning back in his chair with an elegant posture, with a dangerous look in his eyes that made people feel like they were falling into an ice cellar.

He took out a pair of Bluetooth headphones and waved them in front of his eyes, and Gin took them with an expressionless face.

On the other end of the headphones, it was Vodka and the police's movements.

Gin looked at the conductor with a puzzled expression. He didn't forget to give Vodka a small prop even when jumping off the building. You are really good.

He couldn't stand seeing the commander being so casual, so he warned calmly, "The organization has suppressed the online news. It's best if you don't get photographed by the media."

Otherwise he would execute the commander!

Furuya Rei waved his index finger disinterestedly, not bothering to look up, and said casually, "Isn't dodging the camera a basic skill?"

He was certain that the media had never taken a picture of him. Even if they had, a picture so blurry that it was hard to tell whether it was a human or an animal would be worthless.

The reason for calling the media this time was simply to take down a hospital and collect some evidence.

Gin chuckled in agreement and said nothing more.

The police car turned into Chiyoda Ward and soon arrived at the Metropolitan Police Department.

While Ida Hang was replying to the message, he looked up and out of the car, his expression stiffening.

He always felt that something was wrong with the passing vehicles. He discovered that the license plates of several cars were scratched, and they were always going back and forth on this road.

"Everyone be careful, there is something wrong with this road." Yi Dahang took out the walkie-talkie vigilantly and warned everyone with a serious expression.