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

After getting on the car back to the organization's base, Kikuchi raised his hand and tore off the mask on his face from his chin, revealing Vermouth's charming, beautiful and passionate face.

It was dark outside and the lights in the car were on.

Vermouth removed the air cushion that was used to broaden her shoulders, covered her chest with her right hand, and slightly frowned her beautiful eyebrows. Her clear, emerald eyes looked at Fūya Rei with resentment, complaining affectionately, "You're so cruel."

Furiya Rei buttoned his white shirt to the very top. It didn't matter that the buttons on his suit were torn. He gathered his windbreaker, covering himself up completely. Then he curled his lips and said in a clean voice with the liveliness of youth: "Ms. Sharon, I'm still young. You can't keep taking advantage of me."

"23 years old, not young anymore." Vermouth nodded her plump red lips, her eyes full of charm, and said softly, "Mr. G, it's really a pleasure to be your partner."

I am always wavering between being enchanted and sober, as if the pleasure has been accumulating. Looking at this face pretending to be innocent, I can't help but want to pull him to bed.

"Let's mix some drinks~"

Her voice was rippled.

Glancing at the driver in front of her, who seemed to be driving seriously, and the slowly rising tailgate, she made no secret of her desire and said very frankly, "There's a contradictory attraction in you. The coexistence of darkness and light is so interesting..."

She admired him, and unconsciously reached out to lift a strand of hair from the side of Rei's ear, then touched his cheek.

She had to admit that she was greedy for him.

Who made this guy act so seductively?

Immediately, her hand stopped in mid-air.

Fūya Rei did not avoid or dodge, and his blind stick had quietly reached Vermouth's heart.

The smile on his face froze, and there was a hint of suspicion between his brows: "...Sharon, are you still not out of the play?"

Vermouth's expression froze, and she rolled her eyes at this unromantic man.

After she calmed down, Fūya Rei also put away his blind stick, placed it on his knees, and sat quietly in his seat, looking like a well-behaved student.

Suddenly, Vermouth's phone vibrated. When she opened it, it was a message from Gin.

[Meet at the Dahei Building Cocktail Bar on Rice Flower Street.

——Gin]

The action team is about to be dispatched.

She tapped the door with her finger and said in a loud voice, "Take a detour and go to the Big Black Building on Rice Flower Street."

The driver silently turned the car and drove in another direction.

When Vermouth put away her phone, she accidentally glanced at the message she had sent earlier and said with a mixture of anger and resentment: "Mr. G, why didn't you read the message I sent you earlier?"

Furuya Rei was bewildered: "When?"

"This morning, before I even went to the lab."

Vermouth replied.

If this guy hadn't replied to her message, she wouldn't have set foot in the lab.

That place made her feel disgusted whenever she thought of it.

Only then did Rei Furuya remember that it should be the text message he received when he asked Shiho to send his classmates away.

He touched his eyes and explained apologetically: "I am blind now and can't see the message you sent."

Vermouth raised the corner of her mouth and was in a very good mood.

Mr. G is similar to Bourbon, and they both have respect for ladies in their bones, unlike that guy in Tennessee who always invites her to commit suicide for love.

Thinking back to the few times she had communicated with Tennessee, in which she was either invited to jump into the river, hang herself, lie on the railway tracks, or burn charcoal, Vermouth's expression became ferocious.

The reason why Mr. G has such a good impression in his eyes is all due to the contrast of a certain personality!

She smoothed her wavy blond hair and said, "Since you're so sincere, I forgive you. Do you need me to get rid of that informant named Hagiwara Kenji? He's not loyal to the organization."

When he heard the name of his classmate, Rei Furuya suddenly realized that he had forgotten Hagiwara at the club.

He felt guilty for a moment, and tilted his head to ask, "Sharon, where did you put him?"

Vermouth narrowed her eyes, leaned back in her chair, chuckled and asked, "Is he your angel boy?"

Fūya Rei knew what angel meant to Vermouth, and did not treat this unique title as a perfunctory or mocking act.

He lowered his eyes in thought, nodded his brow, and said seriously with a serious and meticulous attitude, using a way of thinking that Vermouth could understand: "He is the protagonist."

He is the trophy I won from fate, my glory and crown.

Not only him, but also Matsuda, Hiro, the squad leader, and everyone I saved, they are all the protagonists.

No matter whether it is gorgeous or glorious, great or small, ordinary or vigorous... they all have the right to choose their own lives.

Rather than being fooled by fate.

Vermouth pondered for a moment, then said with a complicated expression, "I understand."

She thought things would be better if she changed the leader, but she didn't expect that this one had stronger ambition and desire for control.

He even treated the world as a makeshift team and himself as the director who controlled everything.

Whoever he chooses becomes a puppet in his hands and the 'protagonist' of his dramas. How sad it is.

The young policeman named Kenji Hagiwara had deep and loyal feelings for him. He risked danger for him, but he still coldly treated him as a puppet, using and manipulating him without mercy.

This cold-blooded behavior chilled Vermouth's heart. The slight emotion she had previously felt for her partner in the mission suddenly vanished, and her eyes became clear and calm.

Fūya Rei noticed this sudden alienation and became confused.

Why did you suddenly stop talking?

Did he just say something wrong?

Fūya Rei recalled and found nothing wrong. The reason for this strange state was probably that Vermouth misunderstood him.

His heart skipped a beat, and he had an inexplicable sense of foreboding. He asked tentatively, "Sharon, do you really understand what I'm saying?"

Vermouth, who had been doubting whether she had misunderstood the question, felt that the other party was warning her to be careful with her words and actions, to be tactful, and more importantly, not to disturb his fun.

Vermouth raised the corners of her lips and said with a fake smile, "Of course, sir, I understand."

Fūya Rei was very confused and still felt that something was wrong, but he didn't know what was wrong.

At this moment, in a dim and quiet box in the club.

Kenji Hagiwara, who was lying on the sofa, suddenly opened his eyes and woke up from his coma. A sharp gleam flashed in his eyes. He glanced at the environment and struggled hard to break free from the rope on his wrists.

His expression became serious, he rubbed his sore neck, walked quickly to the door of the box, carefully opened the door a crack, held his breath and listened to the movement outside.

It was quiet outside, with only a few sounds coming from the hall.

He no longer hesitated, opened the door and walked out.

After carefully identifying the location, he looked towards the third box on the left, a hint of anxiety flashing in his eyes.

Xiaojianggu is right there!