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

Kenji Hagiwara guessed that Kojinpei was planning to make some small-power bombs, so he planned to buy some time.

He wiped the blood stain on his hand with a tissue and said softly, "Hello, ma'am."

Although he was greeting her, his eyes were dark and his smile was not visible. The aura around him was dark and dangerous, like a blooming poppy, deadly and yet making people sink into it unconsciously.

"It's really sad to be ignored like this."

Kenji Hagiwara threw away the tissue, leaned lazily against the wall, slowly took out a cigarette from his pocket, took out a cigarette and put it in his mouth without smoking.

A frivolous smile was outlined on his handsome face, but when he tilted his head and looked at me with his eyes curved, his eyes were deep, like a dormant beast about to break through the obstacles and escape from the cage.

Chianti's grip on the gun tightened, but his smile became even more unscrupulous: "I didn't expect to meet people like you here."

It would be a pity to kill her directly. She should have fun.

I thought that Gin asking her to take over Canary would be a simple and boring task, but I didn't expect it to be a benefit for her.

Gin found that she was bored recently, so he wanted to send someone to keep her company?

Then next time, scold him less.

She put away her gun and rushed forward to fight with Kenji Hagiwara.

Compared to the curly-haired guy with explosive hair, this handsome guy with half-long hair and a dark aura is more to her taste.

McAllen is watching Curly. Although it's two against two in this round, we have guns and the advantage is in my hands.

After Hagiwara Kenji fought with Chianti, he found that this woman really had the capital to be arrogant.

She was very strong and fierce in her attacks, with wide and sweeping movements and very little defense. For a moment, he was exhausted from dealing with her, and the middle-aged man with a gun beside him was still watching him with a fierce look.

Although it is currently two against two, as long as he can delay the time and wait for the squad leader to arrive, he can take all these criminals into the police station.

This wave of advantage is mine.

As Chianti was beating the man, he felt something was wrong and his eyes turned cold. "A police arrester? Are you a cop?"

Hagiwara Kenji chuckled softly, his laughter devoid of warmth. An indescribable sense of oppression surged like an undercurrent beneath the sea, frivolous yet with an unstoppable penetrating power. He acted with utter dedication: "Miss, you really have good taste. So now you're assaulting a police officer. Are you happy?"

Chianti's fist collided with his palm, and both of them took a few steps back.

She glanced at Hagiwara Kenji suspiciously. His face was dim with his back to the sun, and his originally soft and clear peach blossom eyes were now deep and sharp, as if they could see through everything.

"Miss, have you considered going to the Metropolitan Police Department with me?"

Hagiwara folded his hands over his chest and asked lazily. But every word he uttered was cold and sharp, and even the slightest hint of danger was enough to alert people.

Chianti: Aren't the police useless? Could they be corrupt? What faction are they on? Can we dig into their organization?

At this moment, Curly, who was busy with something, suddenly said, "Get out of the way, hagi!"

Kenji Hagiwara took two steps back tacitly, picked up the unconscious blond young man and jumped out of the window.

At the same time, Macallan, who was on guard nearby, also shouted: "Chianti, get out of the way!"

Chianti's reaction was not slow either. She quickly jumped away, "Boom——"

A violent explosion sounded in my ears, and countless debris hit me with a powerful and surging force. The violent force blew away an entire wall of the house.

The smell of burning and gunpowder pierced their noses, and the room before them collapsed in half in an instant. With every breath, black smoke and dust engulfed the space, obscuring everyone's vision.

Chianti jumped to the east side of the house and sat up with difficulty. She was directly affected by the explosion as the bomb was aimed at her, and her entire back was injured.

Not far from her, McAllen stumbled to his feet, clutching his arm dripping with blood, and asked in a trembling voice, "How are you, Chianti?"

Chianti smoothed her scorched hair and became visibly furious. Her eyes held a terrifying murderous look as she said bitterly, "I won't die! I've never suffered such a huge loss. Was it that curly-haired guy who brought out the bomb?"

Throwing a bomb at such a close distance, are you trying to die together, madman!

McCarron, looking pale, came forward to help her up and said, "He made it himself."

"Made it on the spot?"

Chianti asked in surprise.

McCarron nodded and said firmly, "Yes, I saw him carrying the raw materials for explosives with him and making them on the spot."

Chianti frowned, endured the pain and stood up straight, saying reluctantly: "It seems that I can't kill him."

She had heard Gin mention before that the organization lacked talent in this area.

Now I finally met a genius who is good at making bombs. It would be a shame not to bring him back.

McCarron's eyes suddenly darkened in a place where she couldn't see. The curly-haired guy was too strong in manual labor and too dangerous. If he was allowed to wander around outside, who knew how much harm he would cause to society.

It's better now. After bringing him into the organization, no matter how powerful he is, he is just a newcomer. A code-named member can get rid of him with just a little effort.

On the west side of the house, Hagiwara Kenji jumped out of the window, coughing non-stop while covering his mouth and nose. He first checked on Xiao Xianggu, making sure that he was well protected and that not even the wound had been broken. Only then did he breathe a sigh of relief and asked curiously, "Xiao Zhenping, the explosion speed was a bit fast. Did you add too much aluminum powder to the TNT?"

Matsuda Jinpei scratched his messy hair, looking thoughtful. "Well, that should be it. But the power of the explosion is okay, within the expected range."

The two men, covered in dust, climbed up from the ground, brushing off the messy debris on their clothes. They looked around, but the dust blocked their vision, making it difficult to see clearly.

"I don't know how badly those two were injured." Hagiwara Kenji led Furuya Rei to a clean place, and didn't notice that the people under his command moved their fingers.

He had confidence in Xiao Zhenping. The explosives seemed powerful, but they were still not enough to kill people.

Matsuda Jinpei clenched his fists until they crackled, his tone tinged with lingering anger: "The one who didn't make it out in time should still be holding his breath."

Hagiwara Kenji's brows relaxed: "It's good that he's just seriously injured. The squad leader is here and can just pick up a ready-made one."

This is performance.

Wait, squad leader...?

Hagiwara Kenji's expression froze, and he looked at Matsuda, whose face was stiff, and their eyes fell on the messy villa.

Well, I’ll tell the squad leader later that they were actually acting in self-defense. I don’t know if that’s feasible or not.

At this time, finally awakened by the sounds of gunfire and explosions, Furuya Rei's consciousness was still stuck in the state when he was knocked unconscious by Aquavit. He opened his eyes and, trying hard to suppress the dizziness and nausea, he gritted his teeth and shouted, "Aquavit—"

Before he finished speaking, he met two pairs of eyes.

Good news, this is his contemporary.

Bad news, this is his contemporary.