Da... Da... Da...
Screams, roars, and gunfire together play a new melody.
On a rainy night, the rich people fled in a hurry, shut their doors tightly, and looked in horror at the burning vehicles, the hand-held weapons, and the fierce-eyed thugs on the streets, not daring to breathe.
The thugs blew up the doors of shops and luxury apartments, brandished weapons, rushed into the homes of the rich in a rage, their eyes gleaming with anger, and carried out a carpet-style sweep.
This situation also happened in various districts of New York.
The meager police force is simply not enough to suppress such large-scale unrest.
It's like the gate of hell opened.
Sakaki Makoto was carrying a tennis bag and stepping over the broken glass on the ground while looking at the house number.
He was looking for 122 Seventh Avenue.
There...
This is where Miss Miyano once lived.
Sakaki Makoto doesn't know where Kid is now.
but...
He knew that the place that even Kidd could not handle must be related to the Hughes family.
No. 99, No. 110, No. 115...
The raindrops hit his sunglasses, house numbers flashed by, and Makoto Sakaki stopped in front of a tall building.
122 Seventh Avenue.
The area is densely populated with buildings and is a busy and bustling neighborhood.
Various advertisements were still playing on the big screen, but no one stopped to watch.
Makoto Sakaki didn't know what happened in New York, but he still avoided all cameras on his way here.
The door of the building was closed, and five security guards were holding pistols and looking nervously outside the glass door.
Without hesitation, Sakaki Makoto walked forward, knocked on the door, and showed the key in his hand.
Seeing a familiar key...
The security guard breathed a sigh of relief, knowing that the other party was the owner of the place, and hurried forward to open the glass door and urged:
“Come in quickly!”
As soon as Makoto Sakaki entered the building, the security guard immediately closed the door and locked it tightly.
“Can glass doors keep out thugs?”
Sakaki Makoto felt that their action of locking the door was a bit unnecessary.
"Can't stop..."
The security guard shook his head and smiled bitterly:
"It's just for psychological comfort."
"As long as they enter the building without permission, we can shoot them."
"You look unfamiliar, sir. Are you a recent resident?"
"...I guess so. I just arrived in New York today."
Sakaki Makoto glanced at the house number on the key, walked towards the elevator and said no more.
The open elevator faces the street, allowing residents to enjoy the view of New York while waiting.
If New York during the day is a sleeping giant beast, then now it has woken up and revealed its sharp fangs.
Everywhere I looked, there was chaos.
bite!
The elevator reached the 28th floor.
A neat corridor comes into view. There are only three apartments on the entire 28th floor, and there is also a special basement.
In the heart of New York City, where every inch of land is valuable, the price of this apartment is absolutely unbelievable.
Miss Miyano's apartment is at the end of the corridor, facing Wall Street.
Insert the key into the keyhole and turn it gently.
Click!
Just when Makoto Sakaki was about to push open the long-closed door...
Suddenly, a young man with messy hair and freckles all over his face jumped out from the side.
He held a short fruit knife and looked at Sakaki Makoto warily:
"Who are you?"
"Why do you have the key to Shiho's house?"
Sakaki Makoto frowned, stopped what he was doing, and asked back:
"Who are you?"
"I am Siber Gamil!"
The freckled boy raised his head and said proudly:
“A genius scientist!”
"Is the owner of this room your friend?"
Sakaki Makoto did not let his guard down.
He didn't know...
Is this boy who suddenly jumped out a bodyguard arranged by the Black Organization?
It doesn't look like it on the surface.
“Yes, yes…”
The freckled boy stammered:
"Of course I am her friend..."
“Best friends!”
Shaking his head, Sakaki could tell immediately that he was lying.
A newborn calf is not afraid of a tiger. Siber Gamiel obviously does not know the existence of the Black Organization.
When I think about it this way...
What best friend? That's all bullshit.
"Five years ago, it was a group of black-clad men like you who took Shiho away..."
The freckled boy said angrily:
"Where did you take her?"
"Of course it's Japan, she's not American."
Sakaki Makoto said calmly:
"If you live in a foreign land, won't you miss your hometown?"
The freckled boy was choked and dumbfounded, not knowing how to refute at all.
"Then...then what are you doing here!?"
"Does it have anything to do with you?"
"Of course! As Shiho's best friend, it's my duty to watch over the apartment for her!"
He stiffened his neck, blushed and said:
"Why else would I move here!"
Sakaki Makoto laughed at his words.
"Go home, this is not the place for you..."
After saying that, Sakaki Makoto no longer paid attention to the freckled boy and pushed the door open and walked into the house.
Bang!
I pressed the switch on the wall and the apartment suddenly became bright.
At the entrance, there are several pairs of small-sized shoes of various styles. There is a thin layer of dust on the solid wood floor. The living room is spacious and bright, with a thick pile of books on the table. On the balcony outside, the carefully cultivated flowers have all withered.
Here, you can vaguely see traces of life, and the owner is not very old.
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