"Did you see the message I sent you?" Matsuda Jinpei stood up. "What did he say? I suspect the person I met this afternoon was his alter ego, Kamiya Akiaki."
Amuro Toru breathed a sigh of relief: "Not long after the glass shattered, Kamiya Tetsu's demeanor changed drastically. He went from being alert at first to being dazed, and he directly told me to handle everything."
"Without saying a word, he quickly closed the car door to block my observation."
"That seems to be the case."
The two were silent. One after another events made them unable to feel this coincidence. Liqueur's mental state became more and more dangerous, like a time bomb.
But from the current perspective, the number of times Tetsuji Kamiya has helped them and the results are not something they can sit idly by.
To be exact, Tetsu Kamiya helped Furiya Rei cover up the loopholes in the assessment mission; helped Morobushi Kagemitsu repeatedly reduce the risks of the mission; found the bomb and saved Hagiwara Kenji's life... Apart from these, Jinpei Matsuda still remembers the young man with sparkling eyes when he heard Inspector Megure mention the non-staff employee in the police station.
Matsuda Jinpei said in a deep voice: "Boss, if you have a chance, take him to the hospital. The organization probably doesn't intend to take care of his mental problems, and he himself doesn't care."
Amuro Toru nodded silently: "That's it."
"It's not safe in the police station. I suspect Kamiya Akiaki has already made a backup plan. If you are unsure about his move, you must hide yourself."
"Take care of yourself."
"Take care of yourself."
Toru Amuro put on the black jacket placed aside, put on his duckbill cap, and disappeared into the darkness.
…
When Toru Amuro returned to the scene, his subordinates were already waiting at the agreed location. His expressionless face was now filled with a look of despair.
"You've done a great job. Count the faces of those seen by the police or recorded by surveillance cameras, and go back to change your identities." The undercover agent, who has top acting skills, said to his subordinates in a cold and arrogant tone, "As for the security company, I won't limit your time, but you must register one for me."
Subordinate: "...all of us?"
Amuro Toru: "Since you have given the police this excuse, then just in case. You know the rest."
The subordinate wanted to open his mouth to say something, but Amuro Toru impatiently twirled the dagger in his hand, his intention to drive him away was obvious.
"I understand."
The subordinates who were inexplicably called by their boss to join a group fight and were still stripping in the cold wind responded tiredly, with a torrent of guilt.
It takes a lot of money to set up a company, and his salary...
The tough guy is crying.
Toru Amuro showed no mercy to the members of the organization except for the liqueur. He righteously dismissed the low-level personnel who had been summoned, and waited until the surrounding police forces had almost dispersed before slowly walking to his car.
The car was very quiet, without any sound, but Toru Amuro still slowed down and opened the door as quietly as possible.
The white-haired young man occupying the back seat casually grabbed the pillow in the car and slept soundly. Because the space was not long enough, his legs were slightly curled up, like a big cat wrapped up in a ball, and even his face was flushed with a hint of sleep.
Even though he heard the sound of someone getting on the car, Kamiya Tetsu just frowned and hugged the pillow tighter, with no sign of waking up at all.
Toru Amuro sat in the driver's seat and had a headache.
It was already half past five in the evening. According to Matsuda, Kamiya Akiaki had been running around outside all day using his body for an unknown purpose, and he had not eaten anything. Looking at Kamiya Tetsu's appearance now, he was obviously very tired.
In this situation, it seemed a bit cruel for him to wake the person up directly.
But it was uncomfortable to sleep in the car after all, especially since Kamiya Tetsu was in poor health. It would be terrible if something happened if he lay there all night.
After thinking for a few minutes, Toru Amuro couldn't come up with any good solution. He could only sigh, start the car, and plan to make plans near the Liqueur Apartment.
Passing by a cake shop on the way, Toru Amuro went down to buy a few of the most popular desserts. He has been practicing cooking recently, but his progress is not fast, but he will learn something in the end.
Just after ten o'clock, a dark car slowly stopped in front of the apartment. Amuro Toru opened the door and called softly, "Liqueur, Liqueur, why don't you go back to the apartment and rest?"
Tetsu Kamiya may not sleep for several days, but once he falls asleep, he will try every means to stay in bed if he is not fully rested. At this moment, although he vaguely heard Toru Amuro's voice, he did not intend to get up.
I'm so tired, so what if I'm paralyzed for a while longer!
"liqueur……"
Amuro Toru sighed: "I'm sorry."
It was impossible for him to sleep in the car with the liqueur in it, as he had an organizational mission to do in the morning.
Toru Amuro stepped into the car with one leg, put one hand around the back of the young man's neck, and the other hand around his knees, and directly picked up the whole person.
When he mentioned the person, Amuro seemed to be a little too strong. He frowned and weighed it, looking a little unbelievable.
Liqueur is lighter than you, right? But you don't look that skinny, do you?
Feeling that this was beyond the acceptance of ordinary people, the blonde undercover couldn't help but associate it with the organization's experiments, and his favorability towards the organization dropped by another hundred points.
But even so, Liqueur didn't have the slightest sober idea, and even took the initiative to adjust his position to find a more comfortable posture.
Amuro Toru: “…”
Walking slowly and talking.
[Ahhhh! My dear little Zhe! I knew you were my love the first time I saw you! I've missed you for over a month! (tears)]
[Wow, the collaboration is over? This is the first time that Crazy Brother-san has made a formal appearance. I was immediately hooked]
[Shashasha, Zhaoming smells good, Zhe smells good... Although they are essentially just one person]
[The sleeping Zhe 껩 is so cute, a soft white cat, I want to rub it! ]
[I am dying of laughter. Liqueur is obviously older, but why do I feel like Tou is like a male mother, holding him down with a helpless look on her face. Too doting]
[Zhe doesn’t look old at all, in some ways he’s quite childish. No… when did I become a mommy fan (shocked)]
[It’s okay, I can be the wife fan of Brother-sang, and the mother fan of Cheol-woo (dog head), age is not a problem! ]
[What if the personalities merge in the future?]
[You are the devil upstairs!]
[Actually, if they don’t merge… let’s change the knife (choked up)]
[A mouthful of blood, this old thief is awesome, he really has the upper hand, he must stab Zhe no matter what, right? ! ]
[Wow, go check it out, the old thief is holding an event, unprecedented! It seems that I can confess my love to Zhe and send him gifts remotely?!]
[Old Thief, this explanation... Why do I feel a little bit of hypocrisy in it? Did you do something that is not worthy of the comics?]
[No matter what! I want to buy a lot of delicious food for my husband!]
Having never seen such a refreshing and unworldly quality of sleep, Amuro Toru reluctantly carried the person down from the car, closed the door with his elbow, and planned to go to the door of the apartment to ask Liqueur for the key.
At a corner not far from the apartment, Vodka was holding a portable telescope and watching the movements of the Liqueur Apartment with dark circles under his eyes.
Seeing someone finally show up, Vodka, who had been waiting for several hours, became excited instantly: "Brother, the liqueur finally showed up!"
Gin, who was taking a nap in the back seat, opened his eyes.
Vodka looked again and saw Liqueur lying in the arms of the new member Bourbon with a pale face, with something blocking his chest. Bourbon frowned and looked serious and heavy.
He took a deep breath and said in panic, "Brother, this is bad! The liqueur seems to be dead!"
Gin: “?”