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

Andy frowned, and the powerful aura of a man in a high position and holding power emanated from him.

arms?

This thing is not something that ordinary people can touch.

Could it be that Toru Amuro was being baited by the government?

Furiya Rei was still languid, but his nonchalant smile and the powerful, commanding dark aura that belonged to the otherworld made Andy raise his eyebrows in interest. He then restrained his aura and asked curiously, "Mr. Amuro, may I know your identity?"

It's obvious that he is not an official.

This surprised him. Not everyone had the courage to do business with the DuPont family.

DuPont not only provides the latest weapons to the US military, but also sells obsolete and defective products to countries such as the Middle East. Their arms are never short of sales.

He was very curious about Amuro Toru's confidence in approaching DuPont.

Furiya Rei's soft golden hair draped down, the curve of his mouth mysterious and dangerous. When he spoke, his elegant cello-like voice was both good and evil: "Perhaps you've heard that my code name is Bourbon."

Andy: Bourbon?

He thought about it carefully and seemed to have heard of an organization using wine names as code names somewhere before, but he couldn't remember the details.

But since he had heard of it before, it proved that this organization was quite powerful. If it wasn't powerful enough, it wouldn't even be worth his time to listen.

He thought for a moment and then asked directly, "Are you in charge of negotiating the arms deal?"

Furuya Rei shook his head. "I'll be the middleman. The real negotiators are the organization's top killers and the intelligence department."

Andy became even more interested and asked a top killer to come over to discuss business: "It seems that the killer has won the trust of your boss."

Furuya Rei agreed: "Indeed."

The boss trusts Gin very much, otherwise why would he give Gin the responsibility of the Golden House?

"I agreed. After the auction, I will ask the person in charge of your organization to come over to discuss business." Andy said generously.

It doesn't matter who he sells the arms to, as long as the profit is sufficient, he will of course choose buyers who are pleasing and interesting.

Fourth floor.

As Zhu Fushigami watched coldly, the other three of his peers beat up Shiraishi Masato.

Only when they saw the man lying on the ground with bruised faces and pretending to be dead did they return to their original positions with cold faces.

"You actually ganged up on me, how despicable!" Shiraishi Masato cursed incoherently with a swollen face.

Everyone else ignored him. Jinpei Matsuda held up his phone and clicked play.

Masato Shiraishi appeared again seamlessly. This should be the second day, or a different time period of the same day.

As he just opened the door, he seemed to have discovered something. He let out a light exclamation, suddenly rushed to the bedside, and directly grabbed the neck of the blond classmate.

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The next moment, their golden hair simultaneously grasped sharp stones and slashed towards Shiraishi Masato. Judging from the angle and strength, they wanted to kill Shiraishi Masato.

They were both pleased and worried about Jiang Guling's approach.

Beat him, beat him hard! No, no, no, don't really kill him!

Several people's brows were twisted together.

But reality told them that they were overthinking it. The blond-haired guy seemed no match for Shiraishi Masato and could only be suppressed helplessly.

Shiraishi Masato's disguised voice came from the video: "Was it also so unexpected when you killed Bourbon?"

Scotland, Hagiwara, and Matsuda, who knew the "inside story", were furious. This guy was really bringing up things that were not related to the topic and was deliberately trying to poke people in the foot!

The blond man didn't say anything, but when the other party turned and left, he suddenly burst out with his true strength and fought with the other party in close combat.

The fight was intense. I tried hard to resist, but I just couldn't beat the opponent. I was knocked to the ground and spit out blood. I couldn't even get up.

This scene made his peers shudder with fear. They wished they could take his place and beat Masato Shiraishi in the video half to death.

The pervert even set up a bizarre scene, took a photo, and said in a lewd tone, "The little daisy, a symbol of purity and hope, is stained with blood. How wonderful! Consider it your punishment. Stay here obediently."

In the face of the blond's pained expression, he stepped forward lightly...

The video went black again for a moment.

The four of them had expressionless faces, and their eyes were filled with murderous intent as they looked at Shiraishi Masato.

But they had already beaten the man, and they couldn't do anything else. If they did, he would kill him. They could only continue to look down.

The next video is much more intense than the previous two.

The basement door was kicked open, and Shiraishi Masato rushed towards his injured blond friend lying on the ground like a madman.

The blood-stained aura filled with hostility and terror made their hearts palpitate.

Even though they had seen their peers walking around in front of them in good health over the past two days, they were still terrified that the other person had been tortured in a place they couldn't see.

Zhu Fujingguang hugged Xiaoguang tightly with trembling hands, not daring to look at his best friend on the screen.

He was afraid of seeing his best friend being tortured, and was extremely afraid of the despair and helplessness on his best friend's face.

Xiaoguang grabbed his sleeve tightly and comforted him: "I'm fine, I'm still here, you saved me yourself, you are my hero."

Zhu Fujingguang choked up and said, "I am not a hero. I went too late."

"It's not too late." Xiaoguang said seriously, "As long as you come, it's never too late."

Zhu Fujingguang looked at the child with his sad blue eyes. In a trance, he seemed to see a pair of gentle purple-gray eyes through him, and there was a warm smile in those eyes, just like before.

"……who?"

In the video, You Xunran's weak and trembling voice was heard.

Zhu Fu Jingguang looked over immediately.

I saw that my friend's hands were tied tightly, and his empty eyes looked unfocused at the man on top of him. He tilted his head uncomfortably and retched a few times, and then someone pinched his jaw and turned him back.

The next moment, Shiraishi Masato's hand slid down.

"you dare!"

"Shiraishi Masato!"

Matsuda Jinpei and others couldn't stand it anymore and shouted out in anger.

But when they shouted, they realized that this was a video that had been taken for an unknown amount of time.

It was too late for them to stop it.

Under the angry and painful gazes of several people, Shiraishi Masato violently tore off the clothes of the blonde girl of the same period, revealing her seductive chest and thin, flat waist.

As if intentionally humiliating his friend, Shiraishi Masato's bloody hand slid all the way to his friend's injured shoulder and pinched it hard, causing his friend to have tears in his eyes and his breathing became disordered due to the pain.

The friend struggled and resisted, but was unable to move under the other party's violent suppression.

He could only let the other party do whatever he wanted, leaving mottled and messy marks on his body.

Shiraishi Masato's hand was always moving downwards, out of reach of the camera. No one knew what he did, but his blond friend suddenly froze, groaning in pain. His body subconsciously wanted to dodge, but under the other party's coercion, he was forced to open up and collapse in the desperate pain.