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

When Amuro Mitsuru heard this familiar voice, he was so scared that he smashed the knife in his hand on Matsuda's chest.

FBI?

He suddenly raised his head and saw Shuichi Akai wearing a black raincoat and holding a sniper rifle walking towards him slowly.

Through the rain, he couldn't see Akai Shuichi's expression clearly, but the obscure coldness and unsimmering anger made him know that the other party had seen him wipe Matsuda's neck cleanly.

Amuro Hikaru's face froze. He was actually discovered by the FBI.

As Shuichi Akai got closer, he finally saw the appearance of the child who had just cut someone's throat so cleanly.

The child huddled in a small ball beside the police officer, a few strands of golden hair showing from the hood of his dark raincoat, and a pair of large cat eyes stared at him warily.

The most important thing is that the other person's face looked very much like someone he knew.

how come? !

A hint of astonishment flashed across Akai Shuichi's dark green eyes, which seemed frozen in time. His eyes scanned his face without blinking, like a lone wolf staring at its prey.

If it weren't for those eyes, this child would be at least 80% similar to Amuro-kun.

Is it that person's child, or a genetic clone?

If he saw it right, this kid was killing someone just now!

Does he know what he is doing, or doesn't he?

Was it trained by the organization?

Also, the sense of déjà vu of these eyes is too strong.

Right, Scotland.

He stared at the child's eyes, his pupils trembling, and found that the child's emotions were incoherent after killing someone: "...boy, you are killing someone."

"Ley, what are you doing?" Gin's questioning voice came from the in-ear headphones.

Then he felt Gin staring at him through the scope from a distance.

Shuichi Akai wanted to hide this suddenly appearing child from the organization, but now it seems it's too late, Gin has already discovered it.

"I found a child." His face was grim, his eyes were angry and powerless, but his tone was interesting. "Is it the child of Amuro-kun or someone in the organization?"

There was a moment of silence on the other end of the headset, and then an order came: "Take that child and retreat immediately."

"Yes."

Shuichi Akai stopped, turned off his headphones quickly, and looked down at the child.

The heavy rain blurred people's perception. Shuichi Akai's eyes swept across the police officer covered in blood, thinking that the police officer had already died.

He lowered his voice and said slowly: "Kid, do you know that this is a crime?"

Hikaru Amuro shrank back and hid in front of the pale police officer's head, glancing at Matsuda out of the corner of his eye.

Matsuda cannot be allowed to wake up at this time, otherwise the power of [Please Don't Die] will be discovered.

The power that does not belong to this world cannot be discovered by the shameless FBI!

Xiaoguang's small hand silently touched the back of Matsuda Jinpei's neck, and when he was about to wake up from a daze, he pinched it hard.

Jinpei Matsuda's eyelashes trembled slightly, and he instantly fell into a baby-like sleep.

Then, the little hand took something out of his body and withdrew it naturally, as if nothing had happened.

The child looked up at the man who seemed incredibly tall to his clone, and said in an innocent yet naive voice, "What is crime?"

It's exciting to do little tricks under the FBI's nose.

Akai Shuichi, who vaguely sensed something unusual, looked carefully at the two people in front of him, one big and one small, but found nothing wrong.

He looked at the little boy's height and face, and finally determined that the child was only three or four years old, and it was normal for him not to understand what was said.

He looked around and as expected, there was no one else there. After all, they had been blocked by the organization.

So how did this child appear?

Judging from Gin's tone, he doesn't sound like he was brought here by the organization.

"Why are you here?" Shuichi Akai walked up, picked up the little dumpling's clothes, tucked them under his arm, and walked slowly towards the distance.

Amuro Hikaru flapped his limbs like a cat with its neck pinched, completely unable to escape the constraints of fate.

He rolled his eyes and said in a loud voice, "The driver brought me here."

"Where were you going?"

“Kindergarten!”

"Why do you want to kill people?"

"What is murder?"

Shuichi Akai: You really don’t understand?

He lifted the little ball up to his eyes and shook it suspiciously, and the child smiled brightly and innocently.

Tsk, this worthless look, healthy, energetic, full of life, as if he grew up in a bright and happy family, is like two extremes compared to the fragile young man I met in the bar of the Dahei Building.

Then, this child is most likely hidden by Amuro-kun, his child.

but now--

It has been discovered by the organization.

Shuichi Akai's brows were tightly furrowed, the corners of his mouth were straight, his face was gloomy, and he even deliberately slowed down his pace.

He couldn't bring this child into the organization, otherwise, the outcome would not be good for either Amuro-kun or the little guy.

After Shuichi Akai took the child away, Kenji Hagiwara staggered over.

From afar, he saw You Xunran lying alone and silently in the rain. The puddles around him were dyed red with blood. The red was like the fire of hell, burning his eyes.

He rushed forward and knelt on the ground, his eyes fixed on Matsuda Jinpei's pale face. He opened his mouth, but before he could say anything, tears fell.

"Xiao Zhenping, Xiao Zhenping..."

He stretched out his hand tremblingly, and his fingertips fell on Jinpei Matsuda's artery.

Feeling the steady and powerful beating of the cold body, he felt relieved and burst into tears of joy: "You are still alive, you are still alive..."

His arms trembled as he tried to help the man up, but when he stretched out his hand, he discovered the small knife on You Xunran's chest.

Kenji Hagiwara's face darkened. He lifted up the hem of his shirt to wipe his face, then carefully picked up the knife and took a look, especially at the sugar stains on the handle.

It’s confirmed, it’s the knife at home.

Neither he nor Xiao Zhenping would go out with such a knife, so—

Kenji Hagiwara stuffed the knife into his pocket expressionlessly, and in the cold rain, he stripped off You Junran's clothes without any hesitation, his movements were decisive and merciless.

The clothes were torn open, revealing the white chest and abdomen. He glanced at the body without even a bruise, and reached out to touch You Xunran's arm again. It was smooth and there was no wound.

He turned the man over like a pancake and checked his back and left leg, where his clothes were largely torn. They were intact and as healthy as could be.

But the large bloodstains on his clothes and pants reminded him of something.

He gritted his teeth and put clothes on his friend, then tried hard to help him up. Under the cover of his teammates, he walked towards the nearest police car with weak legs.

Xiaoguang has definitely been here!

He saved Xiao Zhenping.

Kenji Hagiwara thought with a suffocating breath that while he was rushing here, Xiao Zhenping had already died once.

He was just a little bit away from losing Xiao Zhenping forever.

Xiaodao was here, but where was Xiaoguang? He couldn't just throw away the knife and leave Xiaozhen lying flat in the rain.

Something must have happened.