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

Hearing the sound of the tail end of the dart trembling, Furuya Rei opened his eyes and his gaze fell on the name that was hit by the dart.

Aquavit, a Canadian Security Intelligence Service (CSIS) agent.

It’s you.

He checked the time and saw there were still two minutes left.

Call up Aquavit's schedule for tomorrow in one minute.

Hey, it’s in Beika Town.

With the remaining minute, I tidied up quickly, lay down on the tatami, covered myself with a thin quilt and fell asleep.

The time is just right.

At exactly eight o'clock, Gin knocked on the door of the safe house.

Fūya Ling woke up from his sleep and was in a trance and couldn't recover.

Vodka put down the breakfast in his hand and shouted towards the bedroom: "Tennessee, get up and eat. We have a mission that requires you to go out later."

In the bedroom, Furuya Ling lay on the bed for a long time, lost in thought. He muttered to himself, "I seem to have had a nightmare."

It was a staircase that seemed to have no end. It was so quiet that only his rapid breathing, pounding heartbeat, and heavy footsteps could be heard. It was also so deafening that nothing could be heard except for the sound of gunshots.

Obviously, his Hiro is still staying well in the public security training base.

It really is a nightmare.

He wiped the cold sweat from his face, got up and took a quick shower.

There was just a little incident when changing clothes.

His eyes involuntarily fell on the medical box, and in one breath, he took out a bandage from it and wrapped it around himself.

He walked out of the bedroom slowly, ignoring Gin, his handsome face full of reluctance.

"What mission? I won't go—" Furuya Rei refused decisively.

Vodka looked at his brother's suddenly gloomy face and said quickly, "This mission is in Beika Town, not far from us. That gentleman has assigned you and my brother to go, so you can't run away."

Furiya Rei's eyes flashed, Beika Town?

coincidence.

He was planning to go to Beika Town to meet an undercover agent today.

He walked over to the table, picked up the egg salad sandwich on the table and started eating, saying in a light tone, "It would be unreasonable not to go. Since GIN-kun is here in person, I must go."

He changed his mind quickly, and Gin didn't care about his initial resistance.

I just looked at the piece of bandage sticking out of his sleeve, and recalled this guy's usual behavior. I thought he must have sneaked out of the hospital yesterday and went somewhere else to commit suicide.

He scoffed, "Survived again today, Tennessee."

Fūya Ling was stunned and said, "Yeah, I survived again today."

But in the blink of an eye, the breath of life in him disappeared, leaving only the lingering paleness and gloom.

At half past eight, the group got in a Porsche and headed towards the hotel.

In the car, Vodka looked at the blond young man who had been listless since getting up, and asked worriedly, "Tennessee, you don't look well."

Gin irritably put the cigarette back in his pocket, his green eyes narrowed slightly, hiding a deep inquiry, and said cryptically, "Didn't the gastric lavage yesterday clean it out? Then I'll take you to the hospital again after the mission is over."

You'd better get back in shape as soon as possible.

"No." Furiya Rei immediately refused. He feigned weakness and covered his stomach, his furry head resting on the seat, his eyes dark and cold. "Don't do unnecessary things, GIN."

This behavior made Gin completely believe that his bad mood was due to his physical discomfort.

He didn't lie, did he?

He was poisoned and went to the hospital for gastric lavage yesterday, and he quietly left the hospital in the evening.

If your body is not fully recovered and you do not follow the doctor's advice, it is inevitable that you will feel uncomfortable.

Gin's gaze swirled around his bloodless lips, his dark green eyes expressionless. "You must remember that you are a valuable asset to the organization. Don't always mess yourself up."

Fūya Rei curled his lips indifferently, and said sarcastically, "Don't you feel like a dragon guarding treasure in a cave?"

Gin retorted, "You think you're a treasure?"

Fūya Ling was immediately annoyed. It seemed that the nightmare had a huge impact on his condition, causing him to speak without thinking.

Regarding the confrontation between the two, Vodka shrank his neck and pretended not to hear, driving obediently.

Gin, who had finally won a game in Tennessee, was in a very good mood, and even the opponent's annoying face became more pleasing to the eye.

He operated it on his phone and said, "I've sent you the information. Familiarize yourself with it as soon as possible."

Furiya Rei opened his phone and flipped open a new email. His purplish-gray eyes lit up with interest, and he drawled, "Wow—just a verbal fight."

Gin snorted and laughed: "Aren't you usually quite talkative? This mission is perfect for you."

A foreign mafia family that has been cooperating with the organization has recently had some conflicts with the organization over a business deal. The other party needs the organization's special medicine, and the organization needs the other party's latest weapons.

The two sides hit it off at the beginning, and now they can't get rid of each other easily.

So this so-called friction is nothing more than a verbal fight to see if they can find the other party's flaws and get more benefits.

This task was not important, but because the other party's identity was different, the gentleman sent him and Tennessee to complete it together.

"I'm the boss, GIN-kun," said Rei Furuya, feigning annoyance. "Wouldn't our Japanese counterpart be reduced to the status of a bodyguard again?"

Gin was unmoved: "As long as you can complete the task."

"How boring." Fūya Rei tugged at the bandage on his sleeve, rolled his eyes, and grumbled quietly, "You're truly loyal to the organization. Oh, I forgot you have shares in the organization. No wonder you're so worried. Look at your hairline, it's a little dangerous. Wow, if you turn into a bald middle-aged uncle, I don't want to work with you anymore..."

"Shut up, Tennessee."

"Okay."

We soon arrived at our destination, which was on the fifth floor of the Rice Flower Hotel.

The other party has booked the entire place and seems to have been waiting for a while.

After Gin walked up and said a few words to the other party, both sides sat down at opposite ends of the negotiating table.

Fūya Rei poured himself a cup of tea and drank it slowly, without saying a word until Gin sat down behind him.

Opposite him was a young man in his mid-twenties, with expensive-looking platinum hair, but he was clearly losing his composure.

"The last transaction went wrong. It must be your organization's plan to rob the other gangs. Do you want to start a war?"

Gin pulled down the brim of his hat, looked at his nose and his heart, pretending not to hear.

Vodka was completely confused. He didn't even know what went wrong in the last transaction.

Fūya Ling blew on the tea and saw the tea stems in the cup stand up. He squinted his eyes and smiled, and his eyes seemed to be filled with the gentlest spring breeze.

When the tea stems stand upright, it is a good sign and good things are going to happen.

He glanced at the other person and said indifferently, "Please be mindful of your words. Our organization has always been low-key and hospitable."

Vodka widened his eyes. This, enthusiastic exchange of fire with various forces, can be considered enthusiastic.