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

Kenji Hagiwara looked at Rei Furuya in surprise, with a hint of sadness and relief in his eyes.

Xiaojianggu seems to have changed, but also seems to have not changed.

Or rather, he just grew up.

But he grew so fast, in less than two months.

Even if I am lucky enough to be safe this time, it does not mean that what happened before was all a misunderstanding.

Xiao Jiangu was hurt after all.

Kenji Hagiwara felt a slight sourness at the tip of his nose. Growing up is not a beautiful fairy tale. It strips away the thorns on a person's body, removes the rebellious bones in the body, and forces you to stop hurting others and yourself.

This hurts so much.

Kenji Hagiwara gritted his teeth and hated that organization very much.

I really want to grab Xiao Zhenping and bring explosives to tear that organization apart from top to bottom.

Aquavit, you can tell it belongs to that organization just by the name and style.

"Ask Aquavit." He touched the cigarette box in his clothes, resisted smoking, and said casually, "He didn't come out of the house. He must be very happy to be able to watch the explosion up close."

"Ha." Matsuda Jinpei couldn't help laughing. It was really funny to see Hagi being sarcastic when he was angry.

Noticing the look Fūya Rei was giving him, he was annoyed and disappointed, "What are you looking at, useless golden-haired bastard."

You can't even protect yourself. You've become so lame since leaving the police academy.

Rei Furuya: It’s hard, my fist is hard.

You curly-haired guy, you think that just because I didn’t scold you, you’ll be fine and you can be arrogant to the sky, right?

He said with a forced smile, "The explosion was so loud, even in the suburbs, it's impossible for no one to notice it. I think the police will be here soon. Have you thought of an explanation?"

Jinpei Matsuda's expression froze. He didn't know if it was an illusion, but he faintly heard the sound of approaching sirens.

Oh no, squad leader.

Furiya Rei noticed his emotional fluctuations, took a half step forward, and asked in Bourbon's unique mysterious, bewitching, yet gentle tone: "Matsuda, have you called the police?"

Matsuda's eyes suddenly widened, and like a cat whose tail was stepped on, he jumped back two steps, and even the curly hair on his head stood up alertly.

"I've reported it." He rubbed the goose bumps on his body and said with disgust: "Golden-haired bastard, be normal."

Kenji Hagiwara squatted on the side and tried to hold back his laughter. His teeth were white, and he couldn't laugh out loud, otherwise Xiao Zhenping would definitely be shy.

But the angry little Jinpei is so cute that Hagi-chan can hardly resist going up to him and clinging to him.

Fūya Rei straightened up, bit his cheek, and said with a forced smile, "A curly-haired idiot who throws bombs around has no right to say such things."

"Want a fight, you golden-haired bastard?"

"Go ahead and hit me, you curly-haired idiot."

Seeing that the two were about to fight, Kenji Hagiwara quickly stood up to mediate, saying that this was not the right occasion and they should stop making a fuss.

However, he seemed to have heard the sirens as well.

This is not an illusion.

Squad leader, the squad leader is coming.

Hagiwara Kenji was anxious to escape and quickly shifted the blame: "Xiao Yuya, this is not our fault. It was the fault of the person who later pulled a gun to kill us."

Furiya Rei suddenly turned his head to look at him, the smile on his face disappearing, and the ease and comfort he felt when spending time with his peers was replaced by a deeper obscurity. He asked quietly, "Who is it?"

Did he almost lose them without him knowing?

Just like in the comics, the separation was so abrupt, as if in the blink of an eye, the living person turned into an obituary, and the next time we saw each other, it would be a tombstone separating life and death.

——These two idiots died young one after another.

"Chianti and Macallan." Jinpei Matsuda quickly replied in tacit understanding.

Fūya Rei didn't expect it to be these two people. His expression was a little subtle and indifferent.

As an undercover agent, no matter how cold-hearted McAllen is or how cruel his methods are, he would never kill people openly.

Chianti is different. Its irritability and recklessness are tailor-made for her.

Only she would be crazy enough to take direct action.

Oh, the culprit has been found.

He lowered his eyes, the gentleness in his purplish-gray eyes fading, revealing a hidden coldness and sharpness. His aura was extremely oppressive, and his voice was calm: "Where are they?"

Matsuda Jinpei glanced at the blond teacher, whose aura seemed off, restrained his hand holding the handcuffs, recalled, and pointed to the east uncertainly: "It seems to be over there."

He said: "I am sure they were injured."

injured?

Interest gradually filled Fūya Rei's eyes, and a hint of sarcasm appeared in his smiling voice: "You are really useless."

Thinking of those two people and the police who were about to arrive, he couldn't stay any longer.

Fūya Rei, who was also anxious to escape, suppressed his inexplicable emotions and spoke quickly, "You go first, I'll handle the follow-up matters. If anyone strange approaches you, just say you're Bourbon's informant. You're only responsible to Bourbon. No one else has the authority to manipulate you without his knowledge. Do you understand?"

His tone was serious and solemn, with an unquestionable shrewdness and competence.

Hagiwara Kenji opened his eyes wide and looked at him. This feeling, wow, is the little Furuya from the police academy days~

It really makes people miss it very much.

Matsuda Jinpei clenched his fist reflexively, gnashing his teeth as he said, "Hagi, do you feel like bumping someone's face with your fist?"

"Jinpei-chan, it's really rude of you to be so blunt." Hagiwara Kenji blinked and sighed softly, "But honest Jinpei-chan is so handsome."

Jianggu Ling: "..."

The sound of sirens was getting closer, and he felt that he could not delay any longer, so he turned around and hurried eastward.

He looked up at the bright sun and prayed silently: I am willing to move Hiro's hairline back 1cm in exchange for not being caught by the monitor today.

He silently quickened his pace and saw Chianti and Macallan leaning against each other to treat their injuries.

When the two were whispering, he found the right moment to quietly approach them, gently placed his hands on their shoulders, and asked with an innocent smile, "Are you guys trying to exclude me by whispering together?"

Macallan was so frightened that his hand shook and poked Chianti's wound.

"Ouch, it hurts." Chianti's face wrinkled up in pain.

She swung her hand reflexively and hit McAllen's injured arm. Blood immediately came out of his arm and McAllen was sweating profusely from the pain.

Fūya Rei stood leisurely to the side, his low laughter echoing through the heavy atmosphere. He asked with interest, "Why are the two adults in such a mess? Did they fight international terrorists? Or did they fail their mission and are being punished by Gin?"

The irony of this is too strong.

McCarron: Today I have seen what it means to "not necessarily satisfy everyone, but definitely make everyone dissatisfied."

Amuro-kun, you are really good.

Don’t run away for a while, see you at the organization base.

I will never sympathize with your feeling unwell!

I've always wanted to save you, but I didn't expect you were such a pushover.