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

Scotland's public declaration of sovereignty gave the task force a great deal of excitement.

In the Porsche, Akai Shuichi glanced at Scotland who was sitting in the car with Chianti, his expression grim: "Scotland's private affairs may affect the mission. Gin, do you need me to take any measures?"

"You're getting more and more daring by using me as a knife." Gin snorted coldly, his green eyes narrowed, his expression full of impatience, his tone sharper than the cold wind in February, warning, "Behave yourself."

Akai Shuichi lowered his eyes slightly and said obediently: "Yes."

Gin waited patiently for another minute, then told Vodka, who was desperately rushing back, "Let's go."

The car started, Gin listened to the melodious waltz from the bar in his headphones, and turned off the eavesdropping channel.

His dark green eyes narrowed, and his voice was cold and low: "Vodka, let the intelligence team investigate McAllen."

Vodka was puzzled: "Brother, is the Macallan ingredient impure?"

Akai Shuichi also looked over.

"No." Gin lowered the car window, holding a cigarette between his slender white fingers. He flicked the cigarette lightly with his index finger, and the gray ash was blown away by the wind. "Investigate whether there was any intersection between him and Amuro Toru."

The car window slowly rose, hiding the sneer on the corner of his mouth.

The organization doesn't need people with connections or backdoors!

Shuichi Akai silently memorized the code name and decided to ask the FBI to investigate privately.

After the task force left to carry out their mission, Rei Furuya sat alone in the bar.

He slowly drank the juice in the cup, sip after sip, and waited for nearly half an hour, but Shiho still didn't show up.

He picked up the phone in confusion and was about to call someone when it rang.

After he answered the phone, huge explosion sounds of "boom, boom" continued to ring out in the receiver.

"Toruo, brother, the lab exploded."

Fūya Rei's face darkened, and the hand holding the glass trembled slightly. He set the glass down and leaned forward slightly. The temperature in the entire bar seemed to drop several degrees, and an invisible pressure instantly spread.

"Shiho, go find a safe place to stay."

His slightly raised voice contained an unquestionable tone. When he stood up holding the blind stick, the aura around him, as majestic and powerful as a mountain, also awakened.

As if infected by his aura, Miyano Shiho's voice was no longer panicked, but much calmer, and she spoke very logically: "I'm in the escape passage, but I'm not sure when the explosion will hit me."

"Inoue told me that the experimental base's self-destruct system is out of control. This means that the person behind the scenes can blow up the base at any time and wipe out all traces."

Miyano Shiho quickly fled outside, carrying a suitcase filled with research data. She said uneasily, "Brother, do you think this could be the work of our ancestors?"

Fūya Rei walked out of the bar at a brisk pace, his face cold and his eyes revealing an unprecedented solemnity and coldness. His figure exuded a heart-pounding pressure under the dim light.

"Predecessors? Just the last struggle of a loser."

His final tone was low and dangerous, like an ice spike locking onto its prey, leaving them nowhere to escape.

On the other side of the phone, roars and gunshots were getting closer and closer. Miyano Shiho's footsteps became disordered, and her voice was anxious and panicked: "Someone broke in!"

Fūya Rei stopped at the door, the fierceness and oppression around him made people silent.

He tilted his head slightly and hooked his finger at the bartender who had just walked out.

The bartender grinned happily, walked quickly to his side, bowed, and said respectfully and enthusiastically: "Sir."

"Drive, take me somewhere."

The bartender immediately responded, "Yes, sir."

Furuya Rei walked ahead, striding briskly: "Protect yourself first, nothing else matters. Remember that, Shiho?"

Miyano Shiho pursed her lips, pinched her fingertips silently, looked back at the flickering lights and the falling ceiling, her feet shaky.

"Brother, I will protect myself first," she said firmly, "but I must not become your weakness."

If the ancestor was still alive, if all this was done by the ancestor, even if she died, she would not become a bargaining chip for the other party to threaten her brother.

The threat from the predecessor three years ago was enough.

Boom——

The exit ahead was blocked by the explosion.

Miyano Shiho took a deep breath, tore off her white coat and threw it away, turned around and ran towards a house that had just been cleared today where the experimental subjects were imprisoned, and quickly set a password for the suitcase.

"Shiho."

No one responded to him.

All that could be heard on the phone were chaotic footsteps and explosions.

The handsome and tall figure of Fūya Rei stood in the night, his empty eyes gazing at the vast night sky. He felt a chill on his body, which made him shudder.

He didn't dare to delay any longer and strode towards the elevator.

The bartender followed closely behind him, ignoring his blindness but his calm demeanor.

This is Amuro-dono!

Lord Nobuki said that whatever Amuro-dono does is normal, even giving birth!!

The bartender yelled in his heart at the top of his lungs.

He closed the door of the bar, hung up a 'Temporarily Closed' sign, got into the elevator at an extremely fast speed, left the Daikoku Building, and drove Furuya Rei to the laboratory.

In the car, Fūya Rei sat on the black leather seat with his long legs crossed. He calmly held the phone, dialed a call, and connected the headphones.

He put his phone aside, adjusted his headphones, crossed his arms leisurely, and said in a slightly cold voice, "Gin."

At this time, Gin, who had already gone to the Kawaguchi Group's base, answered the phone and thought that G was harassing him again.

But as soon as the other party opened his mouth, just with a title, the oppressive feeling and pressure that came over him made Gin stunned, and a hint of surprise flashed in his eyes.

He seemed to have thought of something, his expression softened, his attitude was more respectful than Akai Shuichi had ever seen before, and he bowed his head slightly: "Sir."

Akai Shuichi's heart skipped a beat and his expression became stern.

Could it be the leader of the organization...

He pricked up his ears, held his breath, and tried to catch some useful information.

In the car on the way to the laboratory, Fūya Rei sat in a more relaxed posture, listening to the person opposite him instantly determine his current identity, and the corners of his mouth rose slightly.

"The PJ-S2 laboratory has been hollowed out, and the only person who can be contacted, Shirley, completely lost contact a minute ago." Furuya Rei said calmly, with even a hint of a smile on his face.

He sighed and said, "You haven't received any news yet, Gin, you are a little slow."

His voice was not loud and there was no negative emotion in it, but this sigh and the accusatory words made Gin's hand holding the phone suddenly tense up, his veins exposed. His violent aura raged through the car like a storm, causing Vodka and Akai Shuichi to gasp for air and not dare to breathe.