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

After doing all this, Ireland looked at Furuya Rei, and was stunned at the first sight.

As if noticing his gaze, the powerless Fūya Rei raised his head by supporting himself on the chair and smiled politely at Ireland.

Ireland couldn't help but hold his chest, finally understanding why Bourbon, Calvados, and the other two code-named members coveted Canary.

The other person's hair was as bright as gold and his skin was as honey-like as bourbon, which made people wonder if his personality was as sweet as honey.

A simple, naive smile appeared on her slightly childish face, like a never-fading cherry blossom, full of vitality. Her beautiful purple-gray drooping eyes were misty, with a clarity that the black man lacked, like a beautiful flower blooming in the drizzle.

The other person looked soft and seemed particularly well-behaved and lovely.

Seeing him motionless, Furuya Rei thought for a moment, tilted his head, and greeted him like a kitten: "I'm Amuro Toru. Please give me your guidance, sir."

Ireland, whose eyes were blurred by the thick filter, felt his heart soften suddenly and turned his head away with a slightly flushed cheek.

His heartbeat suddenly accelerated. Damn, this feeling—

How can this guy be so cute?

No one knows that Ireland is actually a person who loves small animals and pups.

In this dark place of the organization, he met for the first time an angel-like person like Amuro Toru, who was out of place, pure white and warm, like the sun.

Ireland had only one thought in his mind: I'm going to snatch him away from Bourbon!

That inhuman lunatic Bourbon is not worthy of Tou-kun!!

"Ireland, have you collected the information?"

Gin didn't hear any sound for a long time and couldn't help but ask.

Ireland suddenly came back to his senses and glanced sideways at the computer. The data had already been uploaded.

He pressed the microphone on his headset and said calmly, "Mission accomplished."

Ireland unplugged the USB drive and came to Furuya Rei's side. With a look of pity in his eyes, he asked softly, "Toru-kun, can you still walk?"

Amuro Toru's expression cracked slightly.

On the other end, Gin, who was wearing a headset, shuddered when he heard this and his shot missed.

Gin: "...?"

Gin endured again and again, but finally broke down.

He was filled with thick, undisguised confusion and murderous intent, and he said word by word: "Ireland, you are crazy!"

Ireland ignored Gin. He extended his hand, his expression softening slightly as he said to the reserved Rei, "Let me help you."

Fūya Rei raised his eyes slightly, thinking that Ireland's attitude was not right.

He observed Ireland carefully, and after a moment, as if he had come to some outrageous conclusion, the smile on his lips became inexplicably stiff.

It’s indeed an organization, with all kinds of psychopaths!

Gin: I thought so too.

In order to avoid being taken advantage of by Ireland, Fūya Rei stood up quickly, no longer looking weak as before.

Ireland was filled with admiration and pity. Wow, the little canary is so strong.

The corner of Furuya Rei's eye twitched slightly. He stared at Ireland, cleared his throat, and refused faintly: "No, I can walk by myself."

Ireland said with concern, "Then I'll take you to the hospital. Tou-kun doesn't look well."

Furuya Rei: Are you losing your mind?!

Fūya Ling had a mask of pain on his face, and he felt his stomach cramping with pain.

He opened his mouth and said in the gentlest tone possible: "Just call me Amuro."

Ireland's eyes lit up and he said happily, "So it's an exchange of titles. Tou-kun can call me Ireland."

Fūya Rei's expression twisted as he looked at Ireland, who was like a mental polluter. Unable to bear it any longer, he dodged and before Ireland could react, he reached out and pressed hard on a certain part of his neck.

Before Ireland could figure out what was happening, his vision went dark and he fell to the ground, losing consciousness.

The dull thud of his face hitting the ground relieved much of the depression in Fūya Rei's heart.

He stepped on Ireland's back and said to Gin with a fake smile, "Don't you think the organization is picky when recruiting?"

Gin, who had been ignored for a long time, stood on the broken arm and limbs, lit a cigarette with a lighter, and looked inexplicably vicissitudes and sad.

Are all the people in that organization mentally ill, useless people who will die trying to keep their heads down, and traitors?

I wonder if this is the reason why the boss has been living in a nursing home.

He stood up to save the organization's reputation: "First, let's look for the reason in you."

"Brother, it's been processed." Vodka came over with a box of information and said naively.

Gin: I forgot, there are idiots in the organization.

He took a puff of his cigarette and said expressionlessly, "Back to base."

Vodka glanced at the bodies scattered on the ground and asked hesitantly, "Should we not wait for orders?"

Gin said sarcastically: "Does he need you to worry about him?"

With his strange and bewitching charisma, he has no shortage of fools willing to fight for him.

Didn’t you see that the shrewd and arrogant Ireland has become as stupid as if it had been cursed?

Gin got in the car and headed towards the base.

At the Draft Building, Furuya Rei was contacting Nob Creek: "Nob Creek, come to the Draft Building to pick me up."

"Yes, Amuro-sama, I'll be there right away."

Knob Creek's high voice is passionate.

Fūya Rei hung up the phone subconsciously. He looked at the phone cautiously, as if he was looking at a jumping Chihuahua.

November 9th, 1:00 p.m.

Fūya Rei took out his personal cell phone, which contained an email from the police.

He thought it was a public security mission, so he opened it without thinking too much, and was caught off guard and sent flying.

"Mr. Furuya, your colleagues are clamoring to join the Black Organization. Officer Hagiwara has decided to join the Intelligence Division and has chosen the codename: Camus Brandy. Officer Matsuda has decided to join the Weapons Development Division and will be assigned the codename: Tennessee Whiskey. Awaiting your orders - Kazami Yuya."

Jiang Guling:...?

Furuya Rei: !!

It turns out that it is impossible to love and live in harmony with the enemies of the same period. It seems that only by rubbing my fist in someone's face can I barely stay undercover.

Fūya Ling was so angry that he laughed. He threw away his blood-stained windbreaker with a cold face, sat on the leather chair with his legs crossed, and slowly and forcefully wiped the blood off the back of his hands. His whole body was filled with a dangerous and cold aura.

He took great pains to keep them alive so that they could become shining police officers in the sun, instead of throwing them into the mud and rolling around, making themselves tattered and unable to tell whether they were human or ghost!

Is it so difficult to serve the nation?

When Fūya Rei's eyes fell on the two wine names, he felt a sharp pain in his eyes.

To become a code name member of an organization, one's hands must be stained directly or indirectly with the blood of countless people, and one must bear sins that cannot be washed away.

How could he bear to let the clear and clean lives of his peers be tainted with haze!

—Delighted by the blossoming flowers, exclaimed at the dancing butterflies. Complaining about today’s mediocrity and tomorrow’s peace.

This is the life they should have.

These idiots chose to take the muddy path instead of the broad road.