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

In the police car, Kenji Hagiwara wanted to push open the door to look for his childhood friend, but the unknown virus made him weak and unable to muster any strength.

I tried to stand up but I felt dizzy and there were bullets flying outside the car. I might die as soon as I got out.

But he couldn't do it, he couldn't leave Xiao Zhenping there alone!

He couldn't keep his sanity anymore.

At this moment, the police car suddenly exploded, as if his heart had exploded with it.

Small formation level, small formation level——

His heart was beating in overload, and he only remembered shouting the name in a heart-wrenching voice. He didn't even dare to faint, let alone blink, for fear of missing the last glimmer of life for You Xunran.

Maybe he escaped before the explosion.

Maybe he was still alive, just trapped in the car.

Maybe……

He had too many extravagant hopes in his heart, so he could only push away the police officer who was trying to stop him with trembling hands, took out a small knife from his body, and stabbed it into his shoulder.

After the pain gave him some strength, he took a deep breath, opened the car door, and ran towards the direction of the explosion.

Inside the police car, the officer was extremely worried. He picked up the intercom with trembling hands and said, "Attention all units! Immediately protect Officer Hagiwara and get him out."

The sound of gunfire, which had been gradually dying down, suddenly became more intense, and the police car began to move forward along the path opened by Matsuda Jinping.

Not far from the explosion, Miyamura, disguised as a middle-aged man in his forties, urged the person on the other end of the phone, "The rescue team is so slow. Why haven't they arrived yet... have they been intercepted?"

Officer Miyamura slammed his fist on the steering wheel, his expression grim and his tone calm but murderous: "Which department gave this order? What right do they have to intercept the team I mobilized?"

Inside the Public Security Office Building, Director Kuroda's expression also turned grim. "The Public Security Commission, the Inspection Office, and the Ministry of Justice have all intervened."

Officer Miyamura closed his eyes and finally said through gritted teeth, "Director, send the list to Asahina Mirai and send a copy to Team Zero."

Director Kuroda said with a heavy heart: "I have sent it. What is the situation on the scene now?"

"Heh, since we were delayed by those rats, the death toll among the police officers is currently unknown, but I'm afraid there aren't many left of the people we brought out of the lab."

'Bang, bang, bang.'

There was a knock on the car window. Director Kuroda remained silent, listening to the movement on the other end with a wary look.

Officer Miyamura glanced at the police officer wearing traffic police uniform on a motorcycle outside, lowered the window, and smiled honestly: "Hello, officer, what can I do for you?"

The police officer, wearing a raincoat and pulling down the brim of his hat, fixed his gaze on him with a chilly chill. His tone was serious and official: "The traffic news has been notified that there was a car accident on this road. The traffic police have already implemented traffic control here. Why is your car still here?"

After a pause, the police officer said dutifully, "I noticed from a distance that your car has been parked here for a long time. Do you need any help?"

Officer Miyamura twitched his pinky finger on the phone and said calmly, "No, no, I promised my wife to buy her a skirt, but I was in a hurry to leave this morning and forgot to give it to her. I was talking to my father while I was parked, so I asked him to tell my wife not to be angry..."

"Look, I forgot the time when I was chatting with my old father. I'm leaving right away."

Officer Miyamura said seriously to the other end of the phone: "Dad, please try to persuade Keiko. I was just busy and forgot. I didn't break my promise. Oh, don't worry, I'm fine. I just stopped the car for a little too long while chatting with you..."

As he was speaking, his hands suddenly felt empty and the phone fell into the hands of the traffic police.

The traffic policeman's eyes fell on the skirt he had placed on the passenger seat, and he said in a friendly tone, "Uncle, I'm a police officer from the Ministry of Transportation."

On the other end of the line, Director Kuroda pinched his throat and coughed, saying, "It's you, Mr. Police Officer. My son has caused you trouble."

The traffic policeman's tense expression relaxed quietly. After a few polite words, he glanced at the number on his phone, memorized it silently, and returned the phone to Officer Miyamura: "Okay, let's get out of here as soon as possible."

Officer Miyamura said honestly, like an ordinary farmer, with a simple and reserved expression, "Yes, yes, I'll leave right away."

The police officer took two steps back and leaned on the motorcycle to make way. Officer Miyamura started the car, turned it, and drove in another direction.

Through the rearview mirror, he vaguely saw the police officer standing in the rain, silently watching his car leave.

After the sticky and cold gaze that had been lingering on him disappeared, he said to the person on the other end of the phone with a sullen face, "There's a traitor in the transportation department. The person just now was organized."

He often dealt with that group of people, and that cold atmosphere was too familiar to him.

Director Kuroda showed no anger at all. Instead, he consoled him: "The more they reveal themselves, the better it will be for us. Calm down, Miyamura."

Officer Miyamura took a deep breath to calm his anxious mood.

Just listening to the explosions that sounded like thunder and thinking of the dead police officers, my heart ached.

Unfortunately, the signal in that area was blocked, and he couldn't send any commands in.

Matsuda...

Be sure to take care of yourself.

Shortly after he left, a police officer followed him on a motorcycle and made a phone call, reporting the number on Officer Miyamura's phone: "Investigate this number immediately. I need to know the information of the person who opened the account."

At this time, Amuro Hikaru quietly poked his head out from behind a tree, looked around with a serious face, and when he saw the stalker leave, he quickly ran towards the explosion location in front.

Jinpei Matsuda felt his breathing becoming heavier and heavier, and he tried hard to inhale but couldn't get any air into his lungs.

The coldness spread from my limbs, and even my blood was cold.

He subconsciously wanted to curl up to keep warm, but every time he moved, his whole body ached.

His lips were pale, and his bloodless face began to turn blue due to the rain.

"Matsuda, Matsuda..."

When his consciousness seemed to be submerged in the sea, unable to float up to sleep and only felt the pain of suffocation, he heard someone calling his name.

"Matsuda Jinpei..."

Jinpei Matsuda tried hard to open his eyes, but the rain fell into his eyes, and the blood loss made his vision blurred, and he could neither hear nor see clearly.

Amuro Hikaru squatted beside Matsuda Jinpei, his little face covered with what looked like tears or rain.

His eyes were filled with pain and fear, and he placed his hands on Matsuda's body to activate his powers, but it didn't work.

He looked at his hand blankly, then at Curly Hair, who looked seriously injured and almost breathless. However, according to the judgment of [Please Don't Die], he was not yet on the verge of death?

Amuro Hikaru was at a loss for words.

He took out the small knife he had taken with him when he went out from his pocket and cut Matsuda Jinpei's neck with it cleanly.

At the same time, a large number of butterflies that only he could see spread from Jinpei Matsuda's body.

That's a miracle.

"Boy, are you killing someone?"