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

Vodka left with a bitter face, holding the polygraph. Gin glanced at the undercover being tortured on the surveillance camera and asked, "Do you want to go for the interrogation?"

Fūya Rei tilted his head and asked curiously, "Which one?"

Gin took out a cigarette and lit it, his lips curled up in a cold arc, his throat suppressing the bloodthirsty excitement and disgust towards rats: "He's from British MI6. Now we just wait for him to confess and catch his superiors and subordinates. I want to see how many rats there are in the organization!"

Fūya Ling coughed lightly, stood up and said, "I won't interrogate you anymore. My eyes are not in the right place. I'm going upstairs to have a drink. You can come up when you're done."

Gin's face darkened slightly, and he casually lighted the cigarette butt. The ashes fell like gray snow. His dark green eyes narrowed slightly, revealing a sharp cold light, as if he was looking at a salary thief.

He never thought that the blind Toru Amuro was a waste. No one could be as capable as him even if they were blind.

It’s just that G’s personality…

"Whatever you want." He replied indifferently.

Fūya Ling raised his lips and turned away slowly.

Gin stared at his back, his eyes flashing.

This personality is rare and belongs to the bright side. Judging from the aura he exudes and the frequency of the Yakuza sent to the public security and the police dispatch in the past half month, he is biased towards the official side.

Gin will not suspect anything just because of one personality, but in order to ensure the normal operation of the organization, he will keep a close eye on this personality whenever it appears, so as to prevent G's sympathy from overflowing and causing trouble for the organization.

He took out his cell phone, wanting to find someone to keep an eye on G. He scanned the address book and saw that Rum and Vermouth were in the hospital.

Knob Creek, Gibson, Tequila, and Macallan are not in Japan.

Chianti, Calvados, Cohen don't have that brain.

Rafi is someone's bootlicker, and Lei has to follow the action team on missions.

Scotland……

Gin frowned. It was so unlucky that he had Scotland's contact information in his phone.

He deleted the person immediately and decided to just let Vodka notify him if there were any tasks in the future.

He was silent for a moment, then gave a task to Kil, who had just been given a code name this morning, asking her to keep an eye on G.

Below Base No. 3 are the interrogation room, first aid room, and weapons depot, and above are the shooting range and a simple bar.

When Rei Furuya arrived at the bar, there was a short blond man standing upright behind the bar, wearing a white shirt and a black vest. He had a black bow tie around his neck and white gloves on his hands, holding a bottle of wine.

Just by seeing this man, you will feel that the word "gentleman" has a concrete image.

The smile on Fūya Rei's lips deepened. Wow, what a pleasant surprise. Of course, it could also be said to be expected, after all, the undercover agent in the basement is still there.

"Sir, a Four Roses pure drink, on the rocks, please." He sat on a high stool in front of the bar, his tone full of youthful optimism.

Stout glanced at his hollow eyes, his figure that was thinner than three years ago, and the cane in his hand. He frowned imperceptibly, turned around, poured a glass of iced orange juice and placed it in front of him: "This is juice. I hope you don't mind, Mr. Amuro."

"Also, it's been a long time since we last met. Did your eyes go home first?"

Furiya Rei reached for the cup and chuckled, saying, "Even if they're not here, I know Mr. Stout is much shorter than he was three years ago."

Stout wiped the freshly washed cup and said calmly, "I understand you very well. When I saw you today, I realized that when we met three years ago, you were lying down."

Fūya Rei choked, took a sip of his juice, and set the glass down. The bottom of the glass collided with the marble countertop with a crisp sound, and an invisible sense of oppression spread. "I remember I wanted wine."

Stout placed the empty glasses neatly one by one, speaking in a gentle, teasing tone, "Judging from your physical condition, I'm very worried that if you drink that iced wine, you'll collapse to the ground like a hibernating raccoon."

Fūya Reimei's heart skipped a beat, and he leaned forward, pretending to be curious and asking, "Why do you care about me so much?"

"Um..." Stout blinked and said calmly, "Because I'm trying to run for council?"

Fūya Ling choked, luckily he didn't drink the juice at that moment, otherwise it would be too rude.

He stood up silently holding his blind stick, intending to leave to talk to You Xunran. But as soon as he stood up, he saw Stout walking out from behind the bar with a smile and following him.

He tilted his head in confusion and asked, "Anything else?"

Stout picked up his suit jacket and put it on. He said naturally, "Of course I'm going to take you home and say hello to your eyes."

Furuya Rei: "...I can walk on my own. I don't need anyone to send me off."

Stout curled his lips and said politely, "Sir, courage is a good quality, and I admit you're an excellent child. But after your eyes left home, I'm worried that if you go out alone, you'll suddenly disappear like the Japanese in Hiroshima when they encountered 'Little Boy'."

Rei Furuya: I'm offended!

He said coldly, "You worry so much, no wonder your hairline is receding."

Stout paused, keenly aware that his words had upset people.

He wiped his eyes with a handkerchief and said calmly, "It just wants us to be more honest with each other. I'm happy about it."

Rei Furuya was truly amazed by this Englishman and retorted, "I thought you British people were happy when you had a holiday on the day the Queen died."

Stout: You are so aggressive!

He extended his hand, made an invitation gesture, and said gracefully: "If you want to know, given the Queen's age, my next happy vacation is coming soon."

May God save the Queen!

Rei Furuya: What a hell! For a moment I didn’t know whether I should laugh or not.

"Are you serious?" he asked.

Stout smiled and said approvingly, "Of course, I'm very pleased with your fresh perspective on things."

Jianggu Ling: "..."

Watching Stout walk out the door, he followed him and protested, "I remember I'm already twenty years old. I don't need anyone to send me off."

Stout, who was leading the way, answered earnestly, "I know. But you haven't got your cane yet."

The marks on the cane were fresh, and coupled with the recent news about Amuro-kun's accidental blindness, he didn't think Amuro-kun had become accustomed to the darkness.

It's worrying that he left alone.

Rei Furuya: Hiro will send me there.

Furiya Ling stopped him, his expression very serious: "No need, it will be noon soon. I live quite far away, and you will delay your lunch time if you give me a ride."

Stout thought for a moment and then politely invited, "Then I can invite you to try some British specialties."

Jōgō Rei's face suddenly turned pale.

He would rather eat the bento made by Matsuda than eat British food!

In the dark, Gil, who received Gin's task and secretly followed the two of them, had a wide-open gaze and an expression that was hard to describe.

I always feel that she will die suddenly if she talks to these two people.

After the two left, the base became much quieter.

Shuichi Akai's cell phone vibrated slightly while he was practicing shooting at the shooting range. He opened it and saw that it was the genetic test results sent to him by his FBI colleagues.

[Mr. Moroboshi, after testing the sample you sent and the genes left by that person, it was confirmed that they are father and son.

—Jodie]

Akai Hideo deleted the text message expressionlessly. His aura suddenly became heavy and cold, causing Chianti, who was holding a sniper rifle beside him, to rub his goose bumps. He said angrily, "Leyi, what are you suddenly crazy about? Did your girlfriend dump you?"

Shuichi Akai glanced at him coldly, put the gun away, turned and left.

Chianti said to Cohen in frustration, "What's going on with him? He's too lazy to tell me. Did I provoke him?"

Cohen's bullet hit the target and he said calmly, "He's been like this for a long time."

Shuichi Akai was in a bad mood. Although he had been mentally prepared for the existence of that child, when he really got the tangible results, his heart felt like it was soaked in cold water, so cold that it was suffocating.

This is too cruel for Amuro-kun.

He was forced to stay in the organization and suffered countless tortures, which changed his former self beyond recognition. His child is about to follow in his footsteps.

Even someone as determined as Shuichi Akai couldn't help but sigh, wondering why some people in this world try so hard just to survive.

It’s too difficult, too painful, and too bitter.

As a bystander, he felt a dull pain in his heart just by listening.

He returned to the safe house, quickly checked it twice, then took out his phone and called Judy: "Agent Judy, I need you to investigate the identity of that child and send someone to protect him. If necessary, you can bring the child back to the United States and hide him."

He suggested, "Start with the Tokyo Metropolitan Police Department."

"Okay, we'll get back to you as soon as possible," Judy said briskly.

After hanging up the phone, Shuichi Akai held the phone in his hand, thinking solemnly that he had to do something.

If the FBI hadn't been unlucky enough to encounter Japanese police during these three years, it would have rescued Amuro-kun long ago.

This time we must be fully prepared.

In order to avoid British food, Rei Furuya, whom he sympathized with, finally used his trump card: "Scotland has come to pick me up. Their Japanese cuisine is the best in the world. I don't need British food, especially that stargazing pie you just recommended. It reminds me of that scene in the basement where Gin had someone torture the undercover agent."

Did you hear that? Your MI6 undercover agent is still alive, and Gin is also here. Go and cause trouble for him!

Stout didn't look at all unusual and even started chatting with him: "What a coincidence, I have some experience in cooking, and I can have a good exchange with Scotland."

Rei Furuya: No, don't lead my childhood astray.

He sighed and asked, "Stout, what do you want to do?"

Stout pulled a pair of sunglasses from his pocket and handed them over. He raised his eyebrows and said calmly, "You should protect your weaknesses."

Seeing Furiya Rei take the sunglasses and put them on to block his empty eyes, Stout smiled slowly: "I am very happy to meet you again, Mr. Amuro."

"Me too." Furuya Rei smiled heartily and pointed at the towering Tokyo Tower in the distance. "If there's a chance, we can go visit the Tokyo Tower together and have afternoon tea."

Stout agreed solemnly, and said with heartfelt emotion, "Fortunately, the Tokyo Tower is too heavy for the British Museum to move. Otherwise, I would have to invite you to visit it in the UK."

The smile on Fūya Rei's face vanished in an instant. He waved his cane and snorted coldly, "I declare that your afternoon tea is over."

Stout crossed his arms vertically in front of him and agreed calmly, "Thank you for saving me some time so that I can make a perfect plan for inviting you next time."

Jianggu Ling: "..."

He pointed to a car approaching from a distance and said, "My pick-up guy is here. Time to say goodbye, Stout."

Stout nodded slightly, and said with a natural smile, "Well, see you next time, Mr. Amuro."

He watched Furuya Rei get into the car before turning around and leaving. He contacted the MI6 liaison and informed him of all the undercover intelligence.

The person on the other side said excitedly, "Sir, you're really efficient. I heard you and Cohen are good friends. Did you get this information from him?"

Stout denied: "No, it was another one."

The man hurriedly said, "Ah, for safety's sake, you don't need to tell me this man's identity. But sir, when you rescue the undercover agent, please be sure to protect your own safety. I'm really worried that you'll die, and I won't be able to explain to my superiors."

Stout walked slowly toward the safe house and said calmly, "Don't worry, I apologized to the commander in advance in my eulogy."

"You're quite prepared."

After getting in the car, Fūya Rei didn't get to talk to Kokunran as he wished, as he received a call from the hospital.

Vermouth's weak voice came from the megaphone, angrily saying, "You actually called Scotland to beat me!"

Fūya Rei glanced at his friend, who seemed to be concentrating on driving, then leaned back in his chair and said nonchalantly, "Otherwise, this is a minor offense. If you were to behave like this in public, it would be sexual harassment, and you'd be put in jail."

Zhu Fu Jingguang grasped the key point and his eyebrows unconsciously became sharp.

Is it Vermouth?

He glanced at Xiao Xunran, and Jiang Gu Ling nodded slightly, indicating that his guesses were all correct.

"I haven't accomplished anything, have I?" The woman's light voice was filled with unspeakable regret.

Rei Furuya: You should let Hiro beat you half to death.

"Okay, take good care of your injuries. I can hear you trying to hold back your vomiting." He warned and hung up the phone.

In the hospital, Vermouth, who suffered a concussion, vomited twice while lying on the bed, then fell on the bed with a pale face, feeling dizzy and with a churning stomach.

In the car, Zhu Fujingguang saw him hang up the phone and asked worriedly, "Is there going to be any trouble?"

Fūya Rei shook his head, playing with his sunglasses and said, "She crossed the line."

"Gin's place..."

"He's an undercover MI6 agent, probably a new recruit without a codename," Furuya Rei explained. "His companions will find a way to rescue him."

Zhu Fujingguang closed his mouth and did not ask any more questions, nor did he show any sympathy and let the Japanese police intervene.

His information was given by Zero. Once it is passed back to the police, Zero will be suspected no matter which link has flaws.

If the MI6 people deduced his and Zero's identities based on their rescue, they would be even more threatened by them.