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

Chapter 337 Our Strong is Back

Hagiwara could no longer be relied upon, and Morofushi was already turning as black as a coal ball.

Date Kou looked at Matsuda Jinpei for approval.

Then Matsuda Jinpei said eagerly: "I can provide firepower guidance for those who have captured the organization."

Yi Dahang's eyes went dark.

Furugaya Rei, who had already walked out of the Metropolitan Police Department, didn't know that his colleagues were going to give him a big fight. He paused for a second at the gate, turned, and came to the main road not far away.

He had just stopped when a black car stopped steadily beside him.

The car door opened and Yuya Kazami, wearing a gray suit, walked out.

He walked around the front of the car and came to Furuya Rei. His gaze paused at the white cloth covering his boss's eyes, and he lowered his head slightly: "Mr. Furuya, I'm here to pick you up."

Furiya Rei bent down and got into the car.

Yuya Kazami also quickly turned around and got into the car. When the car drove away, the plainclothes officers on guard around the Metropolitan Police Department immediately retreated tacitly without attracting anyone's attention.

In the car, Furuya Rei sat lazily, saying in a gentle tone, "Long time no see, Kazami."

Yuya Kazami concentrated on driving and said solemnly, "In fact, I have secretly watched you in the past three years, but you were not sober."

Then a reassuring smile appeared on his face, and he said, "Welcome back, Inspector Furuya."

Fūya Rei moved his blind stick and chuckled, "Thank you."

Kazami Yuya glanced at the green light and continued driving forward: "Director Kuroda and Officer Miyamura are waiting for you."

Fūya Ling's expression was frank, and an unshakable aura of righteousness emanated from him.

He put his legs together, his elbows resting naturally on his knees, his fingers interlaced, a faint smile on his lips, and said slowly, "Don't beat around the bush. I'll find someone to handle the surveillance."

He ordered with a dignified look: "Hurry up, I'm in a hurry."

"Yes, Mr. Furuya."

Ten minutes later, the car stopped at its destination, a hidden public security office.

Accompanied by Yuya Kazami, Rei Furuya walked in and met Commander Kuroda and Instructor Miyamura, whom he had not seen for a long time.

The two of them glanced at the position of Furugaya Rei's eyes. Even though they had learned about Furugaya Rei's condition from intelligence half an hour ago, seeing it with their own eyes still made their faces look a little more sad and concerned.

Furuya Rei took steady steps and stood before the two of them, his back straight and his unyielding resolve. He raised his hand in a salute, his expression resolute. "I'm Furuya Rei of the Security Planning Section, Security Bureau, National Police Agency, reporting for my duties."

The two people opposite immediately stood up and returned his greeting.

That is a tribute to the hardships he has experienced and his strong will.

"Welcome back, Inspector Furuya." Director Kuroda said solemnly, his expression cold and resolute, with full reliability.

Fūya Rei smiled and said, "I'm sorry to have kept you two officers waiting."

Officer Miyamura's distressed gaze rested on the student's eyes, and he asked helplessly, "Can it be cured?"

"Please sit down first." Director Kuroda patted the chair beside him.

Officer Miyamura was about to step forward to give instructions when he saw the student casually sweeping his blind stick, as if to confirm the placement of objects around him by the subtle wind direction, and then sat down on the chair accurately.

There was a hint of surprise in his eyes, but his ugly expression became much gentler.

After sitting down, Furuya Rei answered the instructor's question first: "It can be cured. It will take about seven days to recover."

Director Kuroda's expression brightened: "Very good."

He almost thought that this excellent undercover investigator was going to retire due to injury.

He cleared his throat and sat up straight: "Now, start your report."

The sky gradually darkened. Let’s not talk about the performance report of Ling Furuya for now, on the other side.

In a fully constructed base on the edge of the Pacific Northwest.

Amilin, dressed in a black suit, stood outside the pure white room, waiting for something with an expressionless face. As time passed, his heart beat faster and faster.

One hour, two hours...

From time to time, researchers with anxious faces were rushing back and forth in front of me.

He couldn't bear it any longer, so he grabbed the researcher's assistant who had just run out of the room and asked coldly, "How's the boss?"

When the assistant saw the officer who was temporarily in charge of security, he was terrified and turned pale, fearing that the officer would vent his anger and throw him into the sea to feed the fish.

He said in a panic: "He is still being rescued, and his condition is not very good."

"Isn't there a special laboratory responsible for the boss's medicine? Where is the medicine? Did you bring it?" Amilin's expression became even uglier, but there was a hint of expectation deep in his eyes.

The assistant spoke quickly, "The materials for the new drug were just delivered. It would have taken another three days to make, but now it's being expedited, and the latest it can be made is tomorrow morning. But the boss has an emergency and can't wait."

At this time, the boss's confidant, Sake, who had always been following the boss, rushed in quickly from outside.

He was wearing a samurai uniform, with a katana slung across his back. He was holding a cell phone, his eyes dark and cold. "Arek, can the master hold up? What medical equipment is needed?"

Amilin's heart tightened, not daring to reveal any flaws: "I have been guarding outside. The specific situation needs to be explained in detail by the doctor."

Sake, a retainer of the Karasuma family, has always been in control of the Karasuma family's valet team, and his ancestors have served the Karasuma family for generations.

The reason why he was able to get close to Sake was because the organization's development in Japan had been secretly hindered for the past three years, and this group of people were sent out on a mission by the boss.

Of course, this is only one of the reasons.

There were many more factors that he was not aware of, but he vaguely felt that someone was secretly helping him, transferring the people around the boss in a subtle and unknown way, and then pushing him to the front.

No matter whether that person is an enemy or a friend, it would be a waste not to take advantage of the good things that are right in front of you.

Qingjiu frowned: "When will the doctor come out?"

Amilin opened his mouth and asked, "Are you alone?"

The two spoke at the same time.

Sake looked at Amilin in surprise, narrowing his eyes slightly, and his hand slowly reached towards the knife behind him.

The next moment, there was a soft 'bang' sound.

Amilin raised his hand slightly, and a wisp of green smoke slowly floated out of the muzzle of the silenced gun. He blew it gently, glanced at the sake with a hole in the middle of his eyebrows with contempt, and took out a flag of the Statue of Liberty from his pocket.

He swung his sword with all his might, and countless soldiers emerged from every corner.

Most of these people are from within the organization, and some are latent believers from the Freedom Church he has developed over the years.

Everyone was crowded in this corridor, all wearing black clothes, staring at Amilin with fanatical and solemn expressions, like a cult gathering.

Looking at everyone, Amilin smiled broadly and shouted at the top of his lungs, "The Saint is back!"

"Etienne Saint-Michel!"