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

Chapter 239 Mr. Jyouya, your name is the shortest curse

After Bai Buri left, Gin, who had been forced to stay in the dessert shop, immediately got up and left with Vodka. He couldn't stay here any longer.

Veins bulged on his forehead and his face turned blue.

That bastard Bai Buli actually tied him up and pretended to be a couple just to have that super luxurious couple dessert, just for a bite!

Just recalling the social thief who happened to him in front of the dessert shop, Gin wanted to shoot him to death!

However - the truth is so cruel, he can't beat Bai Buli!

I can only say, luckily they weren’t eating Strawberry Daifuku?

Gin gritted his teeth and glanced sharply at Vodka who was shrinking his neck. This guy insisted on squeezing in between him and Bai Buri. What was originally a simple problem became a hundred percent more socially dead because of his manipulation.

He no longer wanted to recall the screams of some women in the store who were trying hard to suppress them.

'Wow, a threesome! ! '

'Who is the mistress?'

Gin took a deep breath, rubbing his beloved Beretta in the pocket of his windbreaker, and the murderous intent in his eyes became more and more intense.

I really want to shoot this idiot in the head so that he can see what's inside and why it makes such a loud noise every day!

"Big, big brother!" Vodka said tremblingly, not knowing that his big brother wanted to kill him, "The head of the New York branch of the Federal Alliance wants you to cooperate. Should we go over now?"

Gin looked at him deeply and suppressed his murderous intent.

Never mind, this idiot can still be used.

"Go now." His dark green eyes were deep and cold, like ice in winter.

The Federal Alliance is a private asset of DARPA. Did DARPA suddenly contact the organization to discuss cooperation?

Gin looked cautious. As he walked, he contacted the gentleman and reported the matter to him.

Follow that gentleman's instructions and talk to DARPA to find out what they are up to.

They got in the car and quickly left the area.

On the other side, inside the apartment.

After Fūya Ling arranged everything, he remembered that he had lost contact before joining the organization, which made the public security department very worried, so he planned to inform them in advance.

After all, once we enter the tissue laboratory this time, it won’t be so easy to escape. We have to give them a heads-up first.

After the call was connected, Yuya Kazami's respectful voice came over: "Mr. Furuya, what can I do for you?"

When he heard Yuya Kazami's name, Rei Furuya instinctively got a headache.

"I've said it many times, call me Mr. Amuro, or Mr. Null."

"The call isn't 100% secure. What if it's exposed?" His anger soared, and he sternly asked, "Is this how you work as a police officer?"

Hiding quietly to answer the phone, Kazami Yuya stammered an apology: "I'm sorry, Mr. Amuro, I will pay attention next time."

Rei Furuya recalled Yuya Kazami in the comics. He had no major problems, but a lot of small ones. He was capable and trustworthy.

In the end, the advantages had won an overwhelming victory. He didn't hold on to it anymore and said directly: "Don't contact me for a while. The organization has a secret mission."

"Yes, Mr. Amuro."

Feng Jianyu didn't ask any more questions and responded simply.

Before hanging up the phone, Furuya Ling couldn't help but ask, "Why can't you remember to call me by my pseudonym?"

This surname is not that uncommon or difficult to pronounce.

What's wrong? Is it hot to call me Mr. Amuro?

Yuya Kazami was silent for a long time, and when Rei Furuya thought he didn't know what to say, he heard his hesitation.

"You have many identities, Inspector, Bourbon, Amuro Toru... and perhaps some other identities that cannot be revealed to the public." Yuya Kazami spoke slowly, a little embarrassed, but more seriously.

"I know that being an undercover agent is like walking a tightrope. If you're not careful, you could fall and be crushed to pieces. After becoming your contact, I've read through many sealed undercover files and seen their endings."

To die peacefully while alive had become a luxury. All of them died in agony, in a dark and unknown corner, without even leaving behind a name.

Some are still alive, but are crushed by darkness and inner guilt, going crazy and having no future.

The undercover path is paved with thorns, leaving bloodstained footsteps for everyone who walks through it. Beneath the brightly colored clothes lies patched skin. Inside the chest, the heart is rife with wounds.

Yuya Kazami admired and felt sorry for this boss who was younger than him. He stuttered as he spoke his heart out, and one could hear he was embarrassed, yet he spoke with all his sincerity: "I know this road is not easy. Apart from helping you with your work, I can't help you in other areas."

"The Yin-Yang School says that a name is the shortest curse. I just thought that calling you Mr. Jyougu would remind you of your real name and prevent you from getting lost in the darkness."

"These are just some shallow, self-righteous thoughts of mine."

After he finished speaking, Furuya Rei held the phone tightly in his hand without saying anything.

He stared blankly into the void, and the 29-year-old Toru Amuro seemed to appear before him again.

He laughed wantonly and dangerously amidst the explosions and flames.

He took other people's lives easily with his graceful dance steps and humming strange tunes.

But those curved purple-gray pupils were obscure and unclear, and deep in the eyes was a deep coldness that no one could see.

Fūya Rei blinked, and the illusion before his eyes disappeared.

It turned out to be the case.

It turns out that you became the anchor for Toru Amuro, who lost everything.

"Kazemi."

He shouted.

"Yes."

Yuya Kazami replied loudly.

"Please be more cautious when contacting me next time."

In this way, I allow you to call me Mr. Fūya.

Feng Jianyu didn't understand why, but he inexplicably felt that his boss was in a good mood.

Somehow, he suddenly felt relieved: "I understand. I will definitely be more careful."

Putting down his phone, Fūya Ling sat on the sofa and picked up the violin teaching material he had read before and started reading.

The corners of his mouth rose unconsciously, and his relaxed brows became more gentle.

As for Vermouth who was waiting outside the door as mentioned by the old crow, she could wait as she pleased.

Half an hour later, Xila walked out of the kitchen, took a fairy tale book, and sat down on the sofa opposite Jōgō Rei, looking like she was ready to read with him.

Fūya Rei closed the book, his purple-gray eyes drooping slightly. He hesitated for a moment and sighed, "Xila."

"I'm here, Father."

The girl responded immediately.

Furiya Ling put the book aside, thought for a moment, and chose a way that the girl could accept to say: "I have to go out for a mission later, and I won't be back for a few days."

Xila nodded, stood up and said, "I'll go pack my luggage. Father, how long will we be gone?"

Furiya Ling smiled, squatted down, and said seriously: "We will not act together. Xila also has his own mission."