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

Vodka's fingertips moved quickly, and in just a few minutes he had invaded the Shinjuku District road surveillance.

He selected the vehicles under surveillance, compared them with the location of the commander, and after confirming it, sent the license plate number to Gin.

Gin took a puff of his cigarette, then turned and left: "Let's go, we should go save people."

It seems that the Medical Building is the final destination.

The murderous aura around him had calmed down a bit, and he was in a good mood.

He was right. The power a commander could exert in organizing tasks was almost the same as that of a detective.

Vodka looked blankly at the fight scene, then at the boss, seeming to want to say something but stopping himself.

"Brother, are you done with this place?"

Gin's eyes patiently passed over the suitcase that Vodka was hugging tightly. "With Knob Creek here, don't worry about it. Throw away the suitcase."

It's just some waste paper temporarily packed in, and its value is not as great as the box itself.

Thinking that the commander had guessed that there was waste paper inside the box without even opening it, and that he had taken the opportunity to mock him, Gin's face darkened.

And Vodka, how come he still hasn't realized that this deal is just a trap set by both parties?

Gin didn't know that this was a trap set by Furuya Rei and the police for both the underworld and the gang.

By using the Black Organization to cut off the Heige Group and complete the Black Organization's mission with the help of the Heige Group, the Public Security Bureau obtains the power resources of the Heige Group and the mission intelligence of the Black Organization.

In short, your black organization will not lose money, but the police will definitely make a huge profit.

Vodka dropped the box and followed his brother downstairs.

Gin began to contact the members on standby: "Ireland, go to the Black Medical Building immediately and support b——"

Gin rarely gets stuck.

Suddenly I didn't know how to address the conductor.

You can't just call it out in a commanding manner. This is not a serious code name. If that arrogant Irish guy doesn't agree or cooperate, it will be troublesome if something bad happens.

Moreover, the commander’s split personality is his biggest weakness, and leaking it out will do no good to anyone.

Calling him Bourbon obviously wouldn't work. Although Ireland had never seen Bourbon, he knew Toru Amuro.

In his opinion, Toru Amuro is Bourbon's canary.

Gin, who inexplicably didn't want to lose face, looked resistant at the thought of telling him the truth.

Under Ireland's questioning, Gin organized his words and decided to make the best of a bad situation to save his reputation: "Immediately rescue the detective, Toru Amuro, who was kidnapped by the Hague Group."

On the other end of the phone, Ireland: "...Excuse me, what is Toru Amuro's value?"

He actually wanted to ask Gin if he had taken his medicine, and why he suddenly became so concerned about a small gadget?

A canary raised by Bourbon actually required a senior code member like him to rescue it?

Gin, tell the truth, Toru Amuro is not Bourbon's lover, he is the boss's.

Gin fell strangely silent again. He thought for a moment and said with difficulty, "It was the request of the other two codename members."

If the boss agrees to the commander's request, I'm afraid both the commander and the detective will become codename members.

So it is not wrong to say that they are two codenamed members.

Gin flicked off the ash from his cigarette and raised his hand to press down the brim of his hat to hide the bulging veins on his forehead.

So, how did things get to this point?

Gin, who was in a dilemma, looked ferocious.

Ireland: "...what?"

Ireland suddenly raised his voice, surprised and unhappy, and said, "They also have their eyes on Amuro Toru?"

Gin: "...?"

What kind of train of thought could lead to such a devastating conclusion?

But if you think about it carefully, it actually makes sense logically!

Also, did you use '也' just now?

Ireland, there's something wrong with you.

Ireland itself has no obsession with Toru Amuro, but human nature is at work, and what is fought over is the best.

"Gin, after I rescue the Canary, you must give me Bourbon's contact information. Bourbon and I must have a discussion about the Canary's ownership. Calvados has been trying to get information about the Canary lately; he must be coveting her!"

He originally just wanted to keep the little canary by his side and watch it, but two people who were clearly coveting the canary suddenly appeared, and one wanted to cut in line, so Ireland couldn't help it.

There was a hint of annoyance in his tone, as if he was determined to win. There must be a first come first served in everything, right?

Gin's eyes went dark and his blood pressure soared instantly.

He knew Calvados's purpose without asking. It must be to find out gossip for that woman Vermouth.

But from what Ireland said, he actually coveted Toru Amuro?

Gin subconsciously opened his phone's address book and stopped at the little girl who was currently studying in the United States.

Should I send a message to someone and ask her to develop a fast-acting blood pressure-lowering drug?

He doesn't want to die from high blood pressure one day at all. It's ridiculous.

I just happened to see Tequila's application report and accepted the task of developing the market in the United States.

I'm under mental attack here, where else do you want to escape to?

Gin refused outright.

The next second, Tequila's message came.

[Sorry, GIN, the boss has approved my application. I'm currently flying to the US airport. I've handed over the Japan mission to McLen. Good luck!]

——Tequila]

Gin held the phone tightly and grinned coldly, "If you have the ability, you can stay in America forever!"

Vodka, who had been listening, widened his eyes in shock. Are three codename members interested in the commander?

How brave! Aren't you afraid that the madman will drag them to jump off the building or hang themselves?

Also, isn’t the conductor’s charm too great?

Even Bourbon, who excels at Honey traps, can't match him.

"Gin, did you hear that? The other two codename members, please help me stabilize the situation first. I have my own way with Calvados. I owe you a favor."

Gin not only heard it, but also had the urge to throw Ireland into a laboratory to check his brain.

He was too lazy to argue with the brain-dead Ireland about this boring topic, so he said immediately: "Stop talking nonsense and go save them immediately."

He wanted to add that everything should be based on Toru Amuro, but when he thought about the method of command, he held back.

With Ireland's intelligence, I'm afraid he was fooled by the commander.

After hanging up the phone, Gin and Vodka quickly rushed to the Black Pharmaceutical Building.

Half an hour later, Team Leader Heiger roughly dragged the already 'awakened' Furuya Rei into the building.

"Slow down, slow down, I can't breathe."

Fūya Ling covered his aching stomach, his lips turned pale, his golden hair drooped and stuck to his head, and he looked completely spiritless.

He frowned, gasped as if in pain, and said in a weak voice, "I, my heart is not in good condition."

Team Leader Haig snorted coldly and finally relaxed his grip. This undercover agent looked too fragile. If he was accidentally crushed to death, who would he turn to for information?

What's wrong with the authorities that they send such a weak and rookie policeman to be an undercover agent in the underworld?

Who are you looking down on?

He looked at Jōguchi Ling suspiciously. Could it be that the rookie was being cheated by his colleagues?