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

Yi Dahang sat on the left side of Vodka, took out a gun in his right hand and put it against Vodka's back just in case.

"be honest."

Ida Hang warned with a cold face.

Vodka, who was forced to sit up straight, rolled his eyes without showing any fear.

The next moment, there was an explosion.

The police car in front suddenly exploded, and black smoke billowed out.

The police car that Yi Dahang was riding in suddenly braked, and the inertia caused him to dive forward, and the gun with vodka on it also tilted.

Taking advantage of this opportunity, Vodka knocked the police officer on the right unconscious with a punch, opened the car door and rolled out.

A black car rushed over at lightning speed. The moment Vodka stood up, he opened the car door and rushed in.

Yi Dahang followed closely behind, but only had time to shoot the car once before it disappeared into the traffic and could no longer be found.

Yi Dahang smashed his gun against the wall in anger, breaking the toothpick into pieces.

Even though the police station was nearby, the man was rescued.

Without this clue, trying to find Jianggu would be like looking for a needle in a haystack.

hateful!

He took out his walkie-talkie to greet the police officer, and contacted his colleagues in the police station to come and investigate the clues quickly.

After putting down the walkie-talkie, he contacted the traffic department, described the vehicles, and requested that the traffic department conduct traffic control and pursue the suspects.

After doing all this, he let Ito drive, and he sat in the passenger seat and chased in the direction where the vehicle disappeared, and began to send messages with a sullen face.

He first changed his group nickname.

[Big Brother: The man was rescued.]

When talking about this, Yi Dahang became furious.

[Big Brother: These yakuza are lawless and reckless. They all deserve to be in jail forever. Matsuda, Hagiwara, and Morobushi, I must intervene in this matter.]

His face was full of fatigue and he felt his heart aching.

[Big Brother: If Furuya's experience is anything like that person's, I can't imagine what Furuya will suffer after he escapes from the police and returns to base camp.]

Zhu Fujingguang, who also changed his nickname, sent a message in the group with an expressionless face.

[I'm a deadly sniper: Let's get together at Matsuda's house tonight. Squad leader, I'll come with a confidentiality agreement.]

[Everything can be dismantled: Hey, hey, hey, why don’t you ask me before coming to my house?]

[Haginama Car God: Well, Xiao Zhenping, if you don't want to, we can all come to my house to get together.]

[Everything can be dismantled: ...I remember we shared an apartment?]

[Haginayashi: Hey~]

The people who were reading the message looked a little relieved because of the noise in the group.

Vodka, who had already escaped, was looking at the car driver in confusion.

This is a young man with a hip-hop style. Driving is like dancing. The music in the car is very dynamic, and it seems that even his breathing is keeping rhythm.

Vodka: ? ?

Are the organization's logistics personnel so hardcore now?

The logistics team that was supposed to pick up Vodka was blocked by the police and arrived a step late. He rolled down the window and looked at the street surrounded by police with a confused look on his face.

What about the vodka guy?

His face was full of horror. Could the adult be lost?

In the black car that had already driven away.

"Who are you——"

Vodka and the driver asked in unison.

As soon as they finished speaking, they all shut up.

Vodka was confused. What's going on? Isn't this the member of the organization who is supposed to pick me up? Why is the code wrong?

The young man, who exuded rebelliousness from head to toe, asked with an unhappy face, "Hey, big brother, did you get plastic surgery? Where's your long golden hair and skin as sweet as honey? Why do you keep trying to make yourself uglier?"

Vodka shuddered: "Who are you talking about? Bourbon?" Detective, or commander?

Fortunately, after his words slipped, he quickly swallowed the rest of them.

Vodka quietly wiped the cold sweat from his forehead, and was glad that Amuro Toru had enough identities, so he didn't have time to reveal them all, otherwise the eldest brother would kill him!

That guy's information is not something a logistics staff can know. Could this person be affiliated with the Rum Intelligence Group?

Vodka didn't see that when he said the name 'Bourbon', the young man driving the car's pupils shrank and his expression was blank for a moment.

Then, as if he had figured something out, his expression twisted.

His clever mind immediately equated Bourbon with Furuya Rei.

There is no possibility that Vodka's words were false, and the probability of two people with extremely similar appearances appearing in the organization at the same time is also low.

Add to that some past details and Director Kuroda's attitude...

Officer Miyamura gripped the steering wheel slightly harder, causing it to creak.

So that's how it is! So that's how it is.

Bourbon is Furuya Zero.

He was cheated!

Those intelligence reports were just rumors, false impressions spread by Jyoutani.

For a moment, feelings of relief, joy, anger... and so on washed over Officer Miyamura's heart, making him punch harder.

In the end, the joy that the students were alive and well and had achieved high positions defeated all negative emotions.

He, Furuya, had never encountered anything that could destroy a person's entire will.

Officer Miyamura wiped his eyes and slowly smiled.

There are thousands of kinds of suffering in the world, and you are drowning in it, turning to darkness, but your heart is still clear, like sitting on a green mountain and seeing the moonlight.

Fortunately.

On the other side of the bug, Gin wiped his gun expressionlessly, pretending not to see the conductor who was laughing heartily.

Vodka!

Are you stupid!

One sentence revealed the appearance and code names of the organization members.

Oh, you are.

I want to see how much more you can reveal!

Inside the black car, Vodka stared at the hip-hop youth's clenched fists with horror, feeling that this man wanted to beat someone up.

The hip-hop youth noticed something was wrong and quickly suppressed all his inappropriate emotions. His voice was high and angry. "What bourbon? You want to drink now? No, man, what's wrong with you? Going to rap in a suit and sunglasses? Our team doesn't need bodyguards."

Vodka was full of questions: "Aren't we going to Base No. 3?"

What kind of rap?

Gin, who is eavesdropping: ...

Silently open the gun's safety.

The young man was stunned for a moment and said speechlessly, "Although I may be face-blind, my brain is not broken. Our base is clearly called DJ-ing. How did you come up with such a vulgar name like Number Three?"

He asked hesitantly, "Are you crazy?"

Vodka:…

The two of them talked at cross purposes for a long time before Vodka finally realized that the face-blind guy had recognized the wrong person, and he—

Vodka answered the phone with gritted teeth, and tears streamed down his face as he listened to his brother's sharp scolding.

Not only did he recognize the wrong person and get on the wrong car, he also leaked a lot of information.

Vodka hung up the phone upset and was about to pull out his gun to silence him when he heard the hip-hop guy say unhappily, "Hey, buddy, even though I recognized the wrong person, you're not face-blind. Did you deliberately get in my car, hoping I'd give you a free ride? Now that you've been exposed, you're turning the tables and slandering me."

The young man nodded in sudden realization, coming to a conclusion that gave Vodka a heart attack: "You black-hearted guy are trying to blackmail me!"