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

Fūya Rei shook his arm, and the communicator in his sleeve slid down his arm to his shoulder. He tilted his head slightly and seemed to have coughed a few times.

At this moment, there was a knocking sound from the communicator that the secretary had handed over, as if someone had been waiting for his news on the other side.

He listened patiently and translated the tapped code - the Draft Building was cleared and the Haig Organization had been arrested.

His eyes moved, and a sharp look flashed across them.

Everything was as he expected, and now he was the only one in the building.

Fūya Rei's eyes fell on the computer in the middle of the room, and the corners of his mouth slowly curled up into an inexplicable arc.

It was worth his time as a hostage, as he arrived at his destination smoothly.

Team Leader Haig was a very honest man and delivered what he wanted directly to him.

"Command, answer," Gin repeated, emphasizing each word.

"It's just a stomachache." Fūya Ling responded lightly. To avoid worrying his secretary, he shook his shoulders and the small communicator fell to the ground.

He slowly raised his foot and crushed the communicator, asking anxiously, "This isn't an interrogation. But I'm in so much pain, I'm almost dying, and I can't move anymore. Is there really no help that can arrive within a minute?"

While he was answering people perfunctorily, he took out the wire from his sleeve with difficulty.

Gin, who was unaware of Fūya Rei's actions, became more and more ruthless in his attacks, with a very gloomy expression.

Is the commander finally going to kill himself?

He pinched the earphone with a cold look in his eyes. A task of collecting information actually broke the brain of the organization!

He could no longer suppress the anger in his chest. Just as he was about to throw away his headset and let the commander die with a stern face, he heard the commander's voice say with regret and frivolity: "Looks like we can't trick Ireland. We're really lucky."

As Rei Furuya spoke nonchalantly, he was about to insert the wire into the handcuffs when the system screen flashed before his eyes.

[Tokyo Locksmith debuff is in effect——]

Then, he snapped his fingers uncontrollably, and the handcuffs automatically popped open with a clang and fell to the ground.

Jiangu Ling:? ?

This……

Ah this...

He stared at his fingers with wide eyes and rubbed them with doubt in his life.

Just asking, is this scientific?

What principle?

Rei Furuya felt like his worldview was about to explode.

Gin, who was killing someone, only heard a snap of fingers in the earphone, followed by the clear and crisp sound of handcuffs hitting the ground.

Although he couldn't see, he could easily imagine the scene on the other side by listening to the sound.

The veins on Gin's forehead were throbbing and he was very angry.

——Tricked!

The commander wasted time provoking this madman in front of a time bomb, and tried hard to set a trap for Ireland, but gave up when he couldn't trap anyone.

Gin clenched his fists tightly and said sternly, "Once the mission is completed, you return to the lab and have your brain examined!"

Fūya Rei turned his wrist and hid the wire.

He did not reject Gin's proposal. After all, the laboratory was also one of his goals.

This indifferent attitude caused Gin's blood pressure to soar again.

He picked up his phone and urged Ireland to speed up to reach the destination again, fearing that the troublemaker he was commanding would kill him.

Ireland: "...I've already sped up, tell Canary to hold on!"

The tone of voice made Gin's eyelids twitch, it was an ominous premonition.

Draft Building, basement level 2.

Fūya Rei was only confused for a second by the debuff, but after the system light screen flashed in front of him, he calmed down.

The worldview has long been shattered, this is nothing.

When his eyes turned to the bomb with a countdown of seven minutes and fifty-eight seconds, he immediately calmed down.

We’ll talk about it later whether we have different values ​​or not, let’s deal with the bomb first.

Fūya Ling hummed a little tune and walked slowly to the computer. He took out a small USB flash drive from his arms and calmly and quickly copied all the data on the host computer.

"What are you doing?" Gin asked coldly.

Furuya Rei remained calm, his voice drawn out as he replied, "Of course I'm looking for tools to defuse the bomb. Gin-kun, don't just worry about me. Be careful of the enemy. If anything goes wrong, I'll applaud and congratulate you."

Gin walked towards the Draft Building amidst the smoke and blood. The corner of his mouth curved indifferently with a hint of malice as he said sarcastically, "Before the car flips over, I'll remember to remind Ireland to slow down and wait for the bomb next to you to explode."

Why does this sound like a suicide for love?

Gin froze in his tracks, his expressionless face suddenly filled with disgust.

Fūya Rei's expression was not good either. He curled his lips and said in a light tone, "Why, you can't let me go even if you die? I'm really flattered."

Gin was almost disgusted to death!

"You wait for me!"

He said through gritted teeth.

Fūya Rei sneered, and while the data was being transmitted, he squatted in front of the bomb and took out a pair of small scissors from his pocket.

How long does it take to dismantle a bomb that is not well-made or innovative enough?

Fūya Rei's textbook technique tells you that it only takes three minutes and forty seconds.

A conservative estimate is four minutes from now to Ireland.

Furuya Rei glanced at the last piece of thread, his eyes rolling. He let go of the scissors, stood up silently, and walked to the computer.

His face was cold, and he pinched his throat skillfully, gasping for breath weakly, his voice filled with pain and endurance that could not be ignored: "Gin-kun, hasn't the rescue arrived yet?"

Gin, feeling played, glanced at the location and frowned quietly: "It's almost there. You'd better hold on. How's the bomb being dealt with?"

Furuya Rei glanced at the data transfer progress on his computer: 91.5%. His voice was vague and ethereal, as if he was trying to stay awake. He mumbled, "It's almost done."

After one minute, the data upload is complete.

Fūya Rei immediately unplugged the USB drive and quickly cleaned up any traces he had left behind. Then, he tiptoed and landed silently like a cat next to the bomb.

He squatted down, held the scissors in his hand, wiped the cold sweat from his forehead, covered his abdomen, leaned against the chair and waited patiently.

His long blond hair covered his eyebrows and eyes, making it impossible to tell whether he was in good condition or not.

Under his golden hair, his eyes were sharp and calm, and he was counting the time silently in his mind.

90 seconds later, Ireland kicked the door open.

At the same time, Rei Furuya cut the last thread with scissors in a lightning-fast manner, and the countdown stopped at 2:02.

Ireland arrived sooner than expected, so he sped up. He hadn't expected this guy to be so dedicated.

Fūya Rei's eyes were dim. He must find an opportunity to catch a guy who was so loyal to the organization.

He let go of the scissors and fell to the ground as if he could no longer hold on, his upper body slumped over the chair.

Ireland rushed in, his short blond hair disheveled and sweat dripping down his face.

He glanced at the stopped countdown and the bomb that had been dismantled into pieces, and while breathing a sigh of relief, he immediately went to the computer and skillfully hacked into it, accurately finding the information the organization needed and transferring it to the organization's dedicated USB flash drive.