Is it an illusion to always be loved by NPCs? [Quick Transmigration]

Ma Shu is fully responsible for the interception plan this time. First intercept the person, and then hand it over to his husband, and leave the rest of the matter to him.

He carefully inquired about where the new director lived, what time he got off work, what car he took, whether he was driving by himself or the driver, and whether he would arrange escorts by his side on the way home.

As for the name of the new director, he is already dying, so why care about those.

That's what Marsh thought.

Jiang Mi naturally didn't know what they were planning.

He went to work as usual, tossed the people of the police department of the supervisory office, and then prepared to leave work.

Ever since he issued the order not to stop ships casually at Wuwan Port, everyone has been ashamed, waiting to see when trouble will come.

But later, they learned that He Huai had sent away the men sent by Ma Shu.

Immediately they were all stupid.

They rushed over to question He Huai in a swarm, asking if he wanted to die, and even if he wanted to die, don't drag the people in the police department, who is Ma Shu?

He Huai looked indifferent, shrugged his shoulders, spread his hands, and said with a smile: "Boom away, just go away, what are you afraid of, you guys, you are so cowardly."

An elderly data officer in the archives room pointed to He Huai's nose, his face flushed, and he almost gave up, "You, you, you..." After talking for a long time, he really didn't know what to say.

Really ignorant!Stubborn, a brat, just like the new director!

"You like to be a hero, you are not afraid of death, but we are still afraid of death!"

Everyone yelled.

At this time, Jiang Mi came out of the office calmly.

"I asked him to blow people up. If you have any questions, come and talk to me. Don't talk about these boring things during working hours."

Some people really couldn't understand Jiang Mi's behavior and walked out of the crowd first.

Angrily tugged at the police uniform on his body and said loudly, "How long can I wear this clothes on me? How many days can I still hold this job, it's all thanks to you!"

He Huai stood up with a smile on his face, and lowered his voice slightly, "Who are you talking to like that, you're going to die..."

After Jiang Mi made a gesture, He Huai did not continue.

Jiang Mi walked a few steps closer to the man who was shouting angrily before, and lowered his eyes to look at the man's police uniform.

The man couldn't help but shudder under Jiang Mi's indifferent gaze, but he stood firm again, with his head raised and his chest raised.

"Even if there is no such thing as a living hell king, you think you can keep it under my hands for a few days."

After Jiang Mi finished speaking calmly, he turned his head to look at the crowd, not paying attention to the embarrassing expression on that person's red-white exchange.

"Everyone, do your best and don't worry about unnecessary things. I'm here for a day, and you'll have your jobs for a day. Now, I hope everyone will perform their duties and do their jobs well."

The big guys looked at each other, couldn't help but trust Jiang Mi again, and knew that there was no point in continuing the fight, so they all dispersed again.

Jiang Mi and He Huai were left in place.

He Huai folded his arms and sneered, "They're all a bunch of cowardly creatures, what kind of king of Hades are they? Tch, I'd like to see who they are with three heads and six arms."

Jiang Mi paused, "If you have time to talk about this, do what you should do first."

He Huai suppressed his sneer, said oh, and silently went back to his own business.

Until the evening, everyone came home from get off work one after another.

He Huai stretched his waist, pushed open the door of Jiang Mi's office, and leaned against the door.

"Brother Jiang, it's time to get off work."

Hearing this, Jiang Mi put down the pen and looked at the watch on his left hand. It was past eight o'clock, and it was indeed time to get off work.

So he closed the file and stood up, "Let's go."

At the beginning, when Jiang Micai came to the Police Department of the Supervisory Office to take up the post, everyone in the hall still did their superficial work, thinking of assigning Jiang Mi an exclusive driver.

But Jiang Mi refused on the grounds that he could drive.

Jiang Mi bought an idle mansion in Winter City ahead of time and gave it to him and He Huai to live in.

He Huai drives to and from get off work every day.

Today is the same as usual.

He Huai drove in front, and Jiang Mi sat in the back seat.

On the way back to the mansion every day, I can see the flashing neon sign on the top of Huale Gate.

He Huai glanced at him, and said casually: "Brother Jiang, how about we go to that Huale Gate some other day?"

Jiang Mi rested his forehead on his hands, raised his eyelids, and didn't care about He Huai's desire to go to Hualemen, "Go as long as you want."

He Huai talked while driving, "It's boring for me to go alone."

The two of them just chatted one after another until they passed a street that must be passed on the way back to the mansion.

Jiang Mi keenly noticed that the doors of the shops on both sides of the street were suddenly locked, very lifeless, completely different from the usual nights.

There were no pedestrians on the road, not even the sound of chickens crowing and dogs barking. It was too quiet, except for the dim street lights on both sides that were still on.

Jiang Mi frowned, "Hold the gun down, don't shoot easily."

After all, He Huai, like Jiang Mi, spent three years in the Republic of China Central Police Officer Academy, and his vigilance is not low.

He Huai quickly suppressed his laughing expression, still holding the steering wheel firmly, "I know, Brother Jiang."

The car continued to drive steadily until four black Ford cars came from the left and right sides at the three-fork in front of it.

The four black Ford cars drove in an orderly manner, as if they had been arranged, and then the four cars slammed on the brakes, making a harsh friction sound.

Blocking Jiang Mi's advancing position, they stopped in the middle of the avenue.

After all, He Huai wasn't driving a tank, it was just an ordinary car, and he didn't have the ability to smash through four cars.

So I had to stop.

Jiang Mi loosened his seat belt, loaded the gun, put it on his waist, and got out of the car with a calm face.

But He Huai stopped him, and He Huai turned around and smiled, "Brother Jiang, a good man doesn't suffer from immediate losses, I'll go down to negotiate first, and if the negotiation fails later, you can come down later."

Jiang Mi glanced at him, "Be careful, don't be rash."

He Huai pulled out the car key, "Hey, it's okay, brother Jiang, I have the car key."

Jiang Mi held the car key and watched He Huai open the door and get out of the car.

He Huai looked at it from the face, and he was still kind. He smiled and waved his hands to the four cars, "Hey, everyone, which road are you on?"

Dozens of thugs got in and out of the four cars and surrounded He Huai without any response.

He Huai raised his hands, his face was terrified, and his shoulders shrank, "Ah, ah, if you have something to say,"

The thug looked at He Huai with a gloomy expression, "There are still people in the car, you are the driver."

He Huai screamed in disbelief, "Brother, what are you talking about? My demeanor is not that of a director. How could I be a driver? Also, why am I being stared at after I haven't enjoyed official blessings for a few days here?" Come on, what's wrong with me, at least give me an explanation."

One of the thugs must have been impatient, and kicked He Huai's hind leg, causing He Huai to kneel down in pain.

"Stop talking nonsense, no one of you will survive today."

He Huai knelt on the ground and sighed, "So, it's impossible to negotiate, right...well then..."

He Huai rubbed his sore knee, hey hey hey, he looked like a mother-in-law.

Then, He Huai, who was kneeling on the ground, suddenly jumped up strangely and violently, and punched the nearest thug behind him on the chin.

He Huai turned around, pulled out the retractable baton around his waist with his backhand, and shouted, "Brother! Failed!"

Jiang Mi had already got out of the car at the moment He Huai was violent, threw off the police baton with his right hand, and strode towards He Huai in strides. The surrounding darkness made Jiang Mi's face even more blurred.

"beat."

He Huai let out a laugh, "Great."

The scene was on the verge of breaking out, and the atmosphere was tense.

But at this time, one of the four cars suddenly got off a person.

That person is Marsh.

Ma Shu snorted, "What are you doing? I told you to leave it to the master. How dare you do it!"

Ma Shu strode forward and saw He Huai in the distance. He frowned and didn't make a statement, but then said to the thugs: "It's enough to cut him off, you..."

But halfway through the conversation, it stopped abruptly.

Because Ma Shu inadvertently caught a glimpse of Jiang Mi coming from the shadows from the corner of his eye.

"Heh, uh..." Ma Shu couldn't even breathe in immediately, as if he had seen a ghost, he almost lost his soul, his usual cold and steady appearance was gone, and he stammered for a long time.

"Jiang, Jiang, Jiang...Master Jiang..."

Ma Shu's legs almost gave way and he knelt down.

The thug next to him scratched his head in confusion, "Brother Ma, are you still intercepting people?"

Ma Shu finally came to his senses and slapped his backhand, "What's the cut? Get back in the car!"

The thugs had no choice but to return to the car without knowing why.

Ma Shu walked towards Jiang Mi with shaking legs, and asked tremblingly, "May I ask...Jiang, is Young Master Jiang a human or a ghost?"

As soon as he finished asking, he saw the shadow under Jiang Mi's feet again, and patted his chest self-consciously, "It's okay, it's not a ghost..."

He Huai rolled his eyes between Jiang Mi and Ma Shu, "Brother Jiang, who is this?"

As soon as Jiang Mi saw Ma Shu, he would contact another person. His eyes darkened slightly, "It's just someone I know."

Ma Shu frowned, "I'm really sorry, this was my mistake, I apologize to you, Young Master Jiang..."

Before he finished speaking, Jiang Mi turned around and was about to leave, throwing the car keys to He Huai casually, "Let's go."

He Huai took the car keys neatly, followed behind Jiang Mi and prepared to leave without asking any further questions.

Ma Shu hurriedly trotted after him, "Master Jiang, Master Jiang, please stay still, my husband will be here soon..."

Jiang Mi said without looking back, "So what."

Ma Shu knew that no matter what he said today, he had to keep Jiang Mi's people. He was just about to try his best to persuade him, when the sound of a car driving behind him came.

Ma Shu's eyes widened, it was his husband who came over!

He strode forward and desperately grabbed the rear door that Jiang Mi was about to close, "Master Jiang, please, please wait..."

Cheng Zhan sat in the car with his eyes closed, his face was gloomy, until the driver in front called him softly.

He slowly opened his eyes, looked out the car window, and found that there was no one on the road, and the thugs were all sitting in the car peacefully. car door.

Cheng Zhan frowned, his eyes were full of gloom, unable to restrain the violent emotions in his heart, he lifted the thin blanket above his knees and drove out.

Ma Shu was holding on to Jiang Mi's car door, when he heard a very deep and cold voice from behind, "Ma Shu."

Ma Shu couldn't help shaking, but knowing that his husband would not punish him anyway today, he didn't move, just continued to maintain his movements, and shouted loudly, "Sir, Young Master Jiang is here!"

There was ice in Cheng Zhan's eyes, and he was walking over, but he suddenly heard Ma Shu's voice.

Cheng Zhan's footsteps froze in place, and his gloomy face shattered.

He was stunned for a long time.

It was as if he had returned to the heavy rain four years ago, as if he was still the lunatic who had lost everything before his eyes, as if he opened his eyes again and it was a night of nothingness.

The chest seemed to be tightly strangled, it was difficult to breathe, and he couldn't move at all.

A familiar fishy-sweet smell filled his throat.

Tears flowed down abruptly.

His legs were as heavy as lead, but he continued to step out, step by step, as if his life's hope was almost exhausted.

He was afraid that he would go back to those more than 1000 days and nights of hopeless suffering in the past, and he was afraid that he was deceiving himself and others until now.

until.

He looked at Jiang Mi with calm eyes.

He murmured, like a child babbling again, he opened his mouth, but couldn't even utter a word.

"Jiang...Jiang Mi..."

After he finally read the name completely, he stood there in a daze, and found that he had already burst into tears.

Jiang Mi started to go, no longer looking at him, but only said to He Huai: "Go."

He Huai immediately inserted the key, started the car, and prepared to leave.

Cheng Zhan, who was dressed in a long robe in the distance, seemed to have reacted, and ran over stumblingly, came to the side of the car and grabbed the window.

He was obviously the living Hades feared by everyone in Winter City, but now he seemed fragile and could break at the touch of a button.

"Jiang Mi..."

Jiang Mi lowered his eyes and raised them again, "He Huai, stop the car."

He Huai pouted, and stopped the car again.

Jiang Mi pulled the door and got out of the car calmly, but Cheng Chan firmly grasped his wrist.

Jiang Mi's eyes paused, and then continued.

Indifferently, he opened Cheng Chan's taut and white fingers clutched on his wrist one by one.

"Mr. Cheng, what are you doing?"

Cheng Zhan's fingertips trembled, the corners of his eyes were red, and his face was full of confusion and trance.

"Jiang Mi, I... miss you..."

really miss you……

These more than 1000 days and nights, all the time...

Apart from dying, he couldn't think of any other way to erase this hopeless longing.