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

"Mr. Amuro..."

Knob Creek's voice was pious and earnest, as if he was praying to the god of faith in church.

In other words, Mr. Amuro is his God.

When he first got his codename and walked into the base, and the first member he saw was Mr. Amuro, he felt like it was destined.

Until he almost failed in his mission and was suspected by Gin, it was Mr. Amuro who helped him clear the suspicion and taught him how to complete the mission several times.

Finally, he accidentally learned from Vodka that it was Mr. Amuro who allowed him to survive when the higher-ups went to the training base to screen undercover agents.

Although he didn't know whether Mr. Amuro had a code name, he was still willing to follow him.

Like the loyal warriors of ancient times!

From then on, Nob Creek completely took the shape of Amuro Toru.

He picked up the black windbreaker hanging in the closet, locked the door and drove away. He was extremely excited at the thought of meeting Mr. Amuro.

The black sedan sped towards Rei Furuya's safe house, like a black ghost on the road.

At this moment, Knob Creek's cell phone rang.

"Knob Creek, there's an urgent mission. Our team needs a close combat person. You..."

The other party's words were ruthlessly interrupted by Knob Creek: "I'm not going. Find someone else, Tequila."

Tequila remained silent, then said in a speechless voice with a rolled tongue, "I heard the car over there. The only one who could make you refuse a mission is Amuro Toru. Does he have a mission for you to go on?"

Nob Creek warned with a stern face, "Be respectful and call him Mr. Amuro."

Tequila: “…”

Shouldn't your focus be on me getting information about your mission?

You don't care about this big taboo that can be classified as treason, but only focus on such a trivial issue?

are you crazy.

Tequila was furious. Everyone in the organization knew that Gin had personally admitted that Amuro Toru was Bourbon's mistress. What respect was there for him?

How charming was that guy that he could capture the soul of Knob Creek?

He wanted to grab Nob Creek's collar and yell: Wake up, he's just a canary, and you're the only one who's fooled by his gorgeous appearance.

"Okay, Mr. Amuro." Tequila squeezed out this respectful title from between his teeth, then laughed in anger, "Are you a dog? Mr. Amuro gave you a piece of meat bone, and you licked it?"

Knob Creek calmly responded, "If Mr. Amuro is willing, I can be his dog."

Tequila was completely speechless: "I think you should get your brain checked."

Normal people really can't communicate with psychopaths.

Oh, speaking of which, the incident of Toru Amuro jumping off the building in the organization hospital yesterday also caused a big uproar.

No wonder Knob Creek was able to get together. It turns out that the patients have similar values.

It's normal that he can't fit in because he is a normal person.

"I'm normal." Nob Creek said seriously and enthusiastically, "Don't be prejudiced against Mr. Amuro. Mr. Amuro is a very good person. He is very smart and can understand everything at a glance. He has god-like wisdom and a child-like pure heart. His soul is as warm as the sun and as bright as his hair..."

Tequila listened with lifeless eyes as Nob Creek praised Amuro Toru for ten minutes and didn't dare to hang up the phone. The lesson of the past was still fresh in his mind.

The last time Knob Creek praised someone, he hung up the phone. As a result, that guy broke into his safe house in the middle of the night, sat at the head of his bed and praised Amuro Toru for three hours. This brainwashing pollution almost made him collapse.

After all, he couldn't beat him. This guy fought like a mad dog and he couldn't stand it.

Fortunately, time was limited this time. Brakes squeaked, and Knob Creek said coldly, "I'm going to pick up my husband. We'll talk next time."

beep-

Tequila breathed a sigh of relief and vowed never to call that psychopath Knob Creek again.

He held the phone with a serious expression, wondering whether mental trauma could be considered an occupational injury and whether he could ask the organization for reimbursement.

But the most important thing now is to quickly take on overseas tasks, as he simply can't stay in Japan anymore.

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"Mr. Amuro, I'm here."

Knob Creek stood at the door and spoke in a slightly raised voice.

Fūya Rei looked at the time. It was twelve minutes, exactly on time.

He was wearing a black suit and opened the door with brisk steps.

It was dawn outside, like a candle burning in opaque glass, hazy and unclear.

Fūya Ling curled his lips towards Nobuxi who was guarding the door: "You came quickly, Nobuxi."

Knob Creek smiled, trying to suppress his excitement, and looked at Furuya Rei with burning eyes: "Everything is subject to your orders."

Just thinking about being able to work with Mr. Amuro makes my whole body tremble with excitement.

He will definitely prove his ability to Mr. Amuro (screaming at the top of his lungs)!

He stood in front of Rei Furuya, his eyes fixed on him as if he was his whole world.

Fūya Ling's face darkened, becoming cold and gloomy. He inexplicably disliked Knob Creek's dog-like enthusiastic attitude.

He obviously likes dogs.

"To Shinjuku."

He sat in the passenger seat, crossed his legs and closed his eyes to rest.

Nob Creek glanced at him sideways and keenly noticed that Mr. Amuro was in a bad mood. He immediately suppressed all his emotions and concentrated on driving towards his destination.

But I couldn't feel at peace at all.

The gentleman is still so perfect, even his dark circles are unique.

But as always, Mr. is not good at dealing with other people's kindness and enthusiasm.

It doesn't matter, he will keep all passionate creatures three meters away from Mr. Amuro.

It was exactly six o'clock in the morning. As soon as the car entered Shinjuku District, it was stopped by three black cars that had been waiting for it.

Gin and Vodka got out of an inconspicuous car, quickly opened the door and sat in the back seat.

The smell of gunpowder, blood, and cigarette smoke instantly filled the entire car.

"Drive to the Draft Building," Gin ordered.

Nobuxi looked at Amuro Toru and saw him nod, then he restarted the car.

The vehicle continued to move forward, followed closely by three other vehicles.

The car was silent for a moment. Gin scoffed, his dark green eyes staring playfully at Nob Creek, and said sarcastically to Furiya Zero, "You've raised a loyal dog."

Nobuxi immediately said, "It is my honor to be Mr. Amuro's dog."

It's hard to describe the big eyes behind the Vodka sunglasses, and his face says: What kind of pervert is this?

Furuya Rei's expression was gloomy: "Stop talking nonsense and tell us about this mission."

Gin snorted coldly and glanced at Vodka.

Vodka immediately said, "Today we're doing a deal with the Heiger Group. Their biological research and pharmaceutical company has what we need, but the price they're asking isn't right. The boss wants you to be in charge of this deal. Lower the price by 30% and get the item."

He took out a document and handed it to Rei Furuya, saying, "This is the intelligence from the Heiger Group. Please take a look at it."