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

Rum pressed a few buttons on his phone, and within three minutes, a black car drove up. Out of it stepped a tall, muscular man, radiating blood and danger.

"Lord Rum." The man walked to Rum and bowed respectfully.

Fūya Rei seemed to sense something was wrong and turned around to run.

The man instinctively grabbed the detective's arm.

"Let me go, let me go. Uncle, you are kidnapping me. I am going to call the police to arrest you. I really am going to call the police."

Rum didn't even bother to say anything and ordered his men to stuff the screaming detective into the car and take him away.

Furuya Rei: It seems the boss's orders are absolute.

He feigned dissatisfaction and pulled his beret down to cover his eyes, his eyebrows beneath the brim revealing a sharpness that did not belong to a detective.

The ordinary-looking car drove around one corner after another and stopped at a secret base of the organization, a place that only cadres had access to.

The man sat in the car without moving. He was just an external member driving the car.

Rum suppressed his anger and grabbed the sleeping detective, opened the code door and walked into the organization's base, then took the elevator to the office on the underground floor.

He pointed to the office with a dark face, motioning the sleepy-looking detective to go in.

Fūya Rei adjusted his hat, rubbed his sleepy eyes, and walked out the door lazily.

This gesture made Rum's eyelids twitch.

In the dim room, there is only a computer placed in the center, emitting faint light. On the computer screen, a black crow is quietly dormant.

Weird and spooky.

It’s the BOSS!

He is the leader of the Black Organization whom he has never had the chance to meet in the comics!

Fūya Rei tried hard to calm his pounding heart!

Being impatient and irritable is a big taboo.

He will always have a chance to find out the true identity of the BOSS and eradicate the darkness.

Now, he needs to make up for the momentary loss of composure he showed just now.

Never reveal any flaws.

After reminding himself to be cautious once again, Rei Furuya glanced at the light screen in front of him, [playing the detective role].

He had an idea: since he had alarmed the boss, he might as well take the opportunity to gain the boss's trust. Showing his strength and providing weaknesses would be the best option.

An idea suddenly occurred to him.

Fūya Rei took a deep breath and held it for a while until his breathing became rapid, then he staggered to the corner of the wall and turned on the light switch.

The white light came on, illuminating the office.

"I don't like the dark very much."

His tone was very relaxed, as if he was just saying it casually.

Then he stomped closer to the computer, took a quick look, and smiled with childish innocence, "Is it the organization's boss? Wow, you're hiding so well, I don't even have any extra clues to find your true whereabouts."

The detective let out a burst of excitement, provoked. "Sir, you are so cautious. I accept this challenge. Detective-sama, I will do my best to find you!"

A question mark appeared above Rum’s head: …?

You are trying to die, you know?

He is the second-in-command of the organization and has only known Detective Amuro for a few hours, but his blood pressure has been fluctuating so much that he can hardly bear it.

"The carvings on old tools, the patterns on documents, the birds on the computer—so many of them, all crows. Is it a belief? A totem? No, it's a family crest. I also heard crows cawing over there. Do you keep crows as pets in a remote place, in the wilderness, in the mountains? No, no, no, it's a sanatorium in China. It looks like a nice environment, and the boss is in a good mood too."

"You're quite old. Even though you didn't say anything, I turned on the radio and heard your weak and unsteady breathing. So you're an old man. Older men are in poor health. You need to go to bed early when you're older. Staying up late all the time isn't good for your health."

"You are very rich, owning an entire organization and countless treasures. What are you pursuing? Wealth? Power? Health... Ah, I get it. But it's okay for an old man to pursue health, but immortality is not desirable. Why not try donating all your property to the country, have your portrait printed on the Japanese yen, and achieve immortality in another sense..."

"That's enough." A mechanical electronic voice interrupted him without any emotion. "I recognize your abilities and will give you the preferential treatment you deserve. Your code name is Bourbon Whiskey."

"Rum," he called.

Outside the door, Rum heard the summons and walked in.

"Bourbon belongs to the intelligence team. Teach him a lesson." The boss's words were very strict and cold. "Let him know what to avoid."

"Yes, sir."

The computer went off and the mysterious organization boss had quickly left.

Jiang Gu Ling was determined and stable.

The BOSS recognized his ability, but as to how much he could be trusted, that would depend on the future.

As for the offense?

The BOSS will not kill people for such an offense, especially someone with top-level intelligence, but punishment is inevitable.

The detective is willful and intelligent. If you want to intimidate him, you must attack his weaknesses, make him understand fear, and learn how to advance and retreat.

He has already revealed this weakness, and it depends on whether the organization can seize it.

Rum stared at the detective so intently that he felt uneasy.

"I, I didn't say anything wrong..." The detective fumbled with the corner of his clothes with his fingers, trying to remain calm. "I didn't disrespect you, sir."

Rum remained unmoved, his heart hardened. "I've said before that respecting adults' secrets is the most basic principle. Bourbon, you didn't do that."

He turned and walked out the door.

The detective noticed something from his actions, his eyes widened, and for the first time, a look of panic and fear appeared on his childish and high-spirited face.

"I know I was wrong, and I will never read Mr.'s secrets again. Uncle, you can't lock me up here..."

Rum stood at the doorway, staring coldly at him. The detective knew there was no turning back, so he stopped begging. As if to maintain a last shred of pride and dignity, he clenched his fists, turned, walked to the corner, crouched down listlessly, curled himself up into a ball, and buried his head in his arms.

‘Crack. ’

The office door was closed, all lights were cut off, and it was pitch black.

"That's too much. Okay, that's too much. How can you lock someone up in a dark room on your first day? Detective-sama will definitely take revenge on you later."

The detective's voice was weak and choked with sobs as he cursed something. His purple-gray eyes, hidden in his arms, were clear and sharp, filled with the pride of a successful plan.

Although the detective doesn't understand people's hearts, his mind is his most powerful weapon. People without weaknesses will not be trusted by the organization. Furuya Rei gave the organization a weakness that they can use to control him.

But Rum discovered that he was afraid of the dark too quickly. As expected of the second-in-command, his observation skills were unmatched.

No, maybe one of his short-lived contemporaries with semi-long hair could rival him.

When he thought of a guy who was about to die young, Fūya Ling couldn't help but feel his fists itching, and he really wanted to rub their faces against someone's.

He huddled up in a ball, maintaining a fearful posture as his mind raced. He would have to stay here all night. He hadn't asked for leave when he came out today, so he was sneaking out. Coincidentally, Instructor Miyamura was busy with a mission and couldn't take care of him.

Normally, the instructor would finish the task at hand and come back tomorrow, but——

Furuya Zero's mask of pain, the detective's mind told him that he was in trouble.

His outstanding performance in quickly solving the case at the Rice Flower Market to attract the organization's attention was noticed by the police officers of the Investigation Division. If the police officers returned to the Metropolitan Police Department and discussed a few things casually and were overheard by an acquaintance of the instructor, who happened to know his existence -

He could already imagine Instructor Miyamura's expression.

We need to get in touch with the police as soon as possible.

Fūya Rei's eyes were determined as he pushed himself into the corner again.

In the darkness, Fūya Rei clenched his fists until they turned white, cold sweat oozed from his forehead, and he uttered incoherent mumblings, as if he was trapped in a nightmare from which he could not escape.

Anyone who sees him would think he has PTSD!

In fact, he was recalling the nightmares that Yu Xunran had as a child and applying them flexibly, not missing any details.

I learned it and it is very useful. Thank you Hiro, you are my blessing.

As for the effect, he secretly glanced at the surveillance camera in the corner. Everything will depend on tomorrow morning.

He has successfully obtained a code name and become a senior cadre of the organization. The first trial mission will be issued soon.

The organization probably noticed immediately that he didn't have a cell phone. If someone gave him a mission contact phone tomorrow morning, it would mean he had passed this level.

He initially gained the trust of the organization.

After figuring out everything, Rei Furuya immersed himself in the performance of PTSD.

In another office on the first floor below, Rum stood respectfully in front of the computer.

The boss's voice came, not the mechanical voice with the voice changer, but the old natural voice: "How is it?"

Rum stared at the trembling detective on the monitor, smiled, and said, "If there's no problem with the identity, you can use it without worry."

"Speaking of identities, after the organization issued this mission, people in various branches abroad also took it up. They eventually found some interesting intelligence, which was finally compiled together with the information from Japan." The boss's tone was unusually surprised. "Two codename members were killed while investigating Bourbon's identity. Behind the detective, there is a group of believers clearing obstacles for him."

A hint of surprise flashed in Rum's eyes, and he soon received an email on his mobile phone, which was the result of the investigation into Toru Amuro's identity.

The childish detective appears to be just an ordinary private investigator, but he's actually a gray area intelligence dealer, a true Moriarty of the criminal world. Terrorist attacks in Northern Europe, religious rebellions in South Africa, regime changes in Europe and the United States, and even the assassination of a former cabinet minister in his own country...

My goodness, he is behind all the major international events.

After reading page after page of information, Rum was amazed.

The boss himself also found it very exciting.

"It's a little unreal to think that this huge Buddha is Bourbon, the guy next door who's afraid of the dark," Rum said sincerely. "But with Bourbon's abilities, it's not difficult for him to do this."

This is a very high evaluation.

The boss is silent.

Rum: “……?”

The boss chose his words carefully: "Do you think he was captured by you, or did he take the opportunity to come in and cause trouble?"