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

A villa stood alone in a remote and desolate location, and a blue car suddenly appeared like an elegant and agile leopard.

Before the car stopped, Jinpei Matsuda had already hidden the explosives, opened the door and jumped out.

"Wait until Hagi parks the car."

Hagiwara Kenji said anxiously.

He turned off the car, opened the door and hurriedly chased after Xiao Zhenping.

He didn't dare to delay at all, for fear that if he delayed, the villa in front of him would be reduced to ruins.

By then, not only will Xiao Zhenping be behind bars, he will also have to work miserably to help Xiao Zhenping pay off his debts.

After all, this villa looks very expensive at first glance.

McAllen, who was huddled in the grass feeding mosquitoes, held an empty coffee cup in his hand, his gaze fixed blankly on the blue car.

Did someone just fly past me?

He looked carefully and found that the car was empty, not even the owner was there.

Someone really went there!

No, did you fly over there? Did you just disappear in a blink of an eye?

Before he could find anyone, he heard banging on the door.

McCarron turned his head and saw a fierce curly-haired man in a black suit rushing in with great momentum, followed by a man with semi-long hair who looked like a playboy with a serious expression.

Then, a shocked and angry voice rang out with hatred that could overwhelm anyone:

"You bastard!"

McCarron pondered, it's a bit like seeking revenge.

He picked up his phone and contacted Chianti, asking, "Chianti, where are you? Something happened here."

“…I’m stuck on the overpass.”

Macallan's eyes flashed. Why did Chianti's voice sound a little vague?

"As long as the little canary is alive, you can take care of the rest first."

Chianti, in a rare, non-irritable voice, handed the task to Macallan, hung up the phone, and called Gin.

"Gin, you must not know what I just saw." Chianti lowered his voice, with a hint of disbelief in his excitement.

Gin, who was rushing to the next mission location, sat in the car and lit a cigarette. His cold and arrogant face was unclear in the ambiguous smoke: "Is Aquavit dead?"

"Uh, no." Chianti choked, but the passion in her heart was not extinguished by this cold water. She continued excitedly, "I just saw someone drive a car into the sky. It was so exciting. Gin, I want to find him. I want to learn—Hey, hey, hey, Gin, you hung up on me again!!"

Chianti was so angry that he almost threw his phone.

But when she thought of the flying car she had just photographed, she couldn't bear to let it go.

She cursed Gin a few times and rode her motorcycle around to No. 3 Street.

The guy who drove the car into the sky should check it himself!

In the Porsche, Gin was too lazy to listen to Chianti's nonsense.

"How many missions are left today?" he asked in a cold voice.

Vodka pulled the car over, pushed up his sunglasses to hide the dark circles under his eyes, pulled out the list, counted them, and said, "Five more."

He took out two rice balls from the bag beside him, gave one to himself and one to his elder brother, and regarded it as lunch. After eating it, he went to rush to the next task.

Gin took the rice ball and thought, there are only five tasks left, it seems that I will have more free time today.

Street 3, 2-chome 11.

McAllen received authorization from Chianti to intervene in the matter, and he quickly stood up and walked towards the villa.

There was chaos in the villa at this time.

Jinpei Matsuda couldn't believe what he saw when he just came in.

The room was in a mess, with overturned medical supplies everywhere. The scumbag, with disheveled clothes, pressed Jiang Gu to the ground, his body heaving up and down.

His eyes suddenly turned red, and he rushed over, grabbed the man, and hit the scum with his extremely painful fist without mercy.

His expression was ferocious, his movements were full of power, and his punches were fast, fierce and accurate, just like a king in the jungle who would not let go of his prey.

Kenji Hagiwara, who followed in, first glanced at Matsuda, and seeing that he was beating the robber, he turned his attention to Rei Furuya.

Even if you have some guesses, the shock of seeing it with your own eyes is undoubtedly greater.

The only bed in the room was covered in blood, which spread all the way to the ground. Xiao Jiangu's face was also stained red with blood.

The marks on his neck were red and purple, and there were also traces of being tied on his wrists.

He lay quietly on the ground, as if asleep.

The scattered bandages behind him looked like broken wings.

He was like a lonely bird, falling into the hunter's trap, and his life ended there.

This scene is so heart-wrenching.

Hagiwara Kenji stumbled and rushed over, panicking and grasping the blond youth's cold hand: "Amuro..."

He squatted down with a tense expression and called out in a low voice, "Xiao Anshi..."

With red eyes, he trembled as he reached out his hand to the blond young man's neck. He finally relaxed when he felt the slight throbbing under his fingers.

Looking at Xiao Jiangu's disheveled appearance, he suppressed the sorrow that welled up in his heart, frantically took out a pack of tissues from his pocket, carefully wiped the blood off the face of the unconscious man, silently tidied his clothes, and smoothed his gray blond hair.

After a long moment, he put down the tissue, his gaze fixed painfully on the blond youth's weary brows. He lowered his head and whispered softly in his ear, "Wake up, little Jyoutani! Look, you're still the clean-cut chief of the police academy."

The blond young man fell into a deep sleep, unconscious.

"What should I do..." Hagiwara Kenji looked at Furuya Rei quietly and whispered slowly. His eyes like wisteria were quiet and sad, and his aura was as heavy and silent as a mountain.

You have experienced many things in life and suffered a lot.

How can I give you a clean and clear life?

Let you be as brilliant as the endless sky.

How can I make you happy, make you joyful, and let you live in peace for the rest of your life.

He held Furuya Ling's hand, raised the corner of his mouth, and called him as if he was in the police academy dormitory: "Don't sleep, wake up~"

When he brought the hand to his eyes, he belatedly smelled a strong smell of blood.

He quickly pulled up Fūya Rei's sleeve and saw the hastily wrapped gauze stained with blood.

When the gauze was removed, the skin underneath looked like it had been scratched by a thin, sharp object, leaving a long wound across the blood vessel, causing him to bleed uncontrollably.

He hurriedly picked up disinfectant and gauze from the ground and gently treated the wound for Fūya Rei.

"You are really in trouble."

Was it the injury sustained during the struggle?

He smiled and said, his voice was so bitter that it made people feel bitter at the root of their tongue and heartache just by listening to it: "If Xiao Zhuo Fu knew about this, you would be in trouble."

On the other side of the room, Aquavit held his head and endured the punches and kicks, confused.

No, are people in Japan still so arrogant in breaking into private homes?

He coughed a few times and spit out blood.

He was severely beaten by Amuro Toru before, and his internal organs were injured. Now he was beaten by the vicious curly-haired guy again. Why is it that nothing good has happened to him since he met Amuro Toru?