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

Vermouth recalled the details she saw through the telescope. Even though it was dark at night, she could probably see more clearly with the help of police lights and street lights.

Amuro-kun was covered in blood, seemed to have lost consciousness, and his clothes were unfamiliar.

Edrador really attacked Amuro-kun.

Wasn't everything fine before? What happened this time? Why did Amuro-kun suddenly let her leave, and then Edrador attacked Amuro-kun?

The arrival of the police should be the work of Amuro-kun. Why did he suddenly ignore his mission and call the police?

Vermouth rubbed her temples with a headache. She stood in the room and caught a glimpse of her pale face in the full-length dressing mirror. She was still very weak, but she couldn't leave just like that.

She must rescue Amuro-kun after confirming that he is not suspected by the police.

No matter what the other party's starting point was, letting her leave immediately was considered saving her life.

Besides, this is the boss!

Vermouth took out the disguise props and prepared to disguise herself as Kikuchi again.

But when her fingertips fell on the disguise mask, her intuition was alarming, as if she would be gone after this disguise.

Belmode: "..."

She hesitated for a moment, then cautiously took out her cell phone to call her dog.

Her face was expressionless, but her voice was charming and affectionate: "Calvados, I want to see you right away."

Just go to the hospital to confirm Amuro-kun's safety. Calvados can definitely handle such a simple task.

Her gaze fell on the disguise, and a deep cold light flashed in her eyes.

While there was still time, she made herself a mask of an underage girl and hid behind Calvados. She wanted to disguise Calvados as Kikuchi.

Let her see where the danger comes from!

Calvados arrived quickly, wearing a jacket that was easy to move in, with his favorite M1014 shotgun slung over his back, and a baseball cap covering his face tightly.

When he saw Vermouth, he raised his head, a blush appeared on his thin cheeks, and he said awkwardly: "Bell, is there anything you need me to do?"

Vermouth took two steps forward, her fingertips brushing across his collar. When he was about to faint from nervousness, a charming smile appeared on his pale face, like a pear blossom after rain, broken yet pure and endearing. "I just came out of the hospital, and my body is not fully recovered yet. I really need you to help me with a small task."

"Calvados, will you reject me?"

Calvados quickly shook his head, looked at the goddess infatuatedly, and said solemnly: "No, I will not refuse any of your requests."

Vermouth nodded in satisfaction, released her hand, and walked towards the dressing room first: "Follow me, Calvados, this mission requires a disguise."

When Calvados walked into the room, he sniffed the same fragrance in the air as the goddess, and his breathing paused for a moment.

He almost fainted with joy. This was the goddess' bedroom!

He knew that as long as he was sincere to the goddess, he would get everything in the end.

He can walk into the room today, and next time he can lie on the goddess' bed!

Calvados was just daydreaming when the goddess pushed him in front of the makeup mirror. Her emerald eyes were like a forest just after spring, full of vitality and beauty, which immediately fascinated him.

"Calvados, your mission is to go to a hospital to confirm Amuro Toru's physical condition."

Vermouth picked up the disguise props and changed his appearance while reminding him: "Remember not to get involved with the police. If Amuro Toru is awake, ask him about his next plan. If he is unconscious, observe his situation and come back to tell me. Remember?"

Calvados felt the strength of the goddess's soft hand caressing his cheek, his throat rolled, and he said with a firm look in his eyes: "I remember it. Don't worry, Bell, I will complete the task."

Vermouth seemed to smile, but also seemed not to.

Calvado stared at the goddess's graceful figure reflected in the mirror. Her serious posture was so beautiful, no, it should be said that her every frown and smile was so beautiful that it took his breath away.

But he was a little anxious. It was so hard to be in the same room with the goddess, and it would be useless to remain in awkward silence.

He racked his brains for a topic, but his clumsy mind came up blank.

As a last resort, he could only bring the topic to another man, secretly sulking himself: "Bell, when you were on a mission with Amuro-kun, he was seriously injured. Are you okay?"

Vermouth's eyes flashed, and she picked up the wig and put it on his head, as if responding casually: "I'm fine. It's just that he was seriously injured. If he hadn't saved me, I'm afraid I would have been doomed this time."

Calvados's expression changed drastically, and murderous intent flashed in his eyes: "Who is it?"

Vermouth didn't hide anything, or rather, she needed to let Calvados know who the enemy was, so that he wouldn't be tricked into backstabbing them in the end: "It's the traitor of the organization, Shiraishi Masato, codenamed Edrador."

"He took vital intelligence from the organization and defected. Our mission this time was to find him and recover the information. But who knew he changed his name to Koshiba Hanshui? He took advantage of Amuro-kun's absence and deceived Amuro-kun's feelings under the guise of friendship. He also severely injured Amuro-kun. Now no one knows where he is."

"Calvados." Vermouth walked up to him, bent slightly, looked him straight in the eye, and said in a soft, sorrowful voice, "You must take care of your life. You are the only one in the organization willing to protect me without reservation. If anything happens to you, I don't know what I would do."

Calvados' face flushed, and as if he had received an oracle from the true God he had always believed in, he uttered the most important oath in his life: "I will protect my life until I die for you, Bay, Wynyard."

Vermouth chuckled a few times, her white fingertips gently touched his hair, the corners of her mouth curled up, and she said meaningfully: "Remember your oath, good boy."

Such a useful person, it's a pity that he is ugly, alas.

Early morning, Xinda Hospital.

Emergency Department.

After several doctors briefly examined the dying injured person sent by the police, they confirmed that his heartbeat and blood pressure were abnormal. They immediately gave him an IV drip to keep him alive and took blood samples for examination.

The patient was then pushed into the operating room, and blood pressure monitors, heart rate monitors, a full set of endoscopes, digital medical case scanning systems, MRIs, etc. were provided, and even backup power supplies and generators were arranged.

Immediately afterwards, surgeons and nurses were urgently summoned. Some of them examined the wounded, while others disinfected and applied medicine to the wounds on their backs, heads, and bodies.

Because the wounds were too fine and numerous, and there were some plaster fragments in them, it took them a long time just to clean them.