Chapter 37 Chapter 37 Um, is Tiger okay? (Need...
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Mo Shiyu stepped on the accelerator to the bottom. Amid the roar of the engine, he held the steering wheel with one hand and raised the other hand to push his wind-blown hair behind his ear.
Seeing the speeding car disappearing so quickly before their eyes, the FBI agent realized something was wrong and immediately said, "Oh no! The target has suddenly accelerated!"
Something must have happened in that car. Maybe Valentine is driving now.
Could it be that Valentine discovered that someone was following him?
"Interesting." Judy raised her eyebrows, a cold arc forming at the corners of her bright red lips. "In that case, let's see if you can get rid of us."
The beautiful blond-haired and blue-eyed investigator stepped on the accelerator and drove the car like an arrow to catch up.
Mo Shiyu soon saw in the rearview mirror the car that was catching up quickly without any disguise. He quickly recognized the familiar figure in the driver's seat and said softly.
"It's the FBI."
When the only information about him in the confidential files of the Japanese Public Security Bureau was a bare code name, the FBI had already crossed the ocean and found his whereabouts.
It must be said that even in this world, the United States still beats us in all aspects.
Mo Shiyu didn't care about the FBI investigating him. Anyway, this group of red team never sat at the same table to share intelligence. If they wanted to catch him, they had to wait until Director Ke showed up.
"Wait, if Judy is here, then where is Akai Shuichi?"
A thought flashed through Mo Shiyu's mind, and then he shook his head.
If Shuichi Akai wants to infiltrate the organization, he can't appear in front of him with the FBI.
Mo Shiyu turned the city streets into a drag racing scene, overtaking one car after another amid the shrill honking of horns, but he didn't expect that the car behind him was not willing to be outdone.
The car he was driving was the bomber's ordinary car, not his own McLaren Senna, and its explosive power was no match for the Peugeot 607 that was chasing him closely.
Mo Shiyu changed his mind. He turned a corner and drove towards the sparsely populated pier.
***
Judy drove to the pier and saw the car parked there.
She approached cautiously step by step with a gun in hand, and when she walked around to the car window, she saw that the driver's door was open. The car was empty, with only a corpse with a broken neck thrown on the passenger seat like garbage.
"The target abandoned their vehicle. A body was found inside, believed to be the bomber. The fingerprints and other clues in the car have likely been removed."
Judy reported in a low voice to the headset. After hearing the order in the headset, she and several FBI agents behind her said, "Let's split up and give chase."
"yes."
The spring afternoon was damp and slightly chilly. There were many containers outside the dock. A figure passed through the shadows in the gaps. He was wearing a slightly loose white T-shirt, had a slender figure, fair skin, red lips, and long smoky-gray hair, casting a hazy shadow on the ground.
It was Mo Shiyu who had abandoned his means of transportation.
He held a gun in his hand, holding it tightly, his eyes looking around vigilantly.
Somehow, Mo Shiyu still had a feeling that someone was following him, which made him afraid to leave this hiding area and leave here completely.
It's not the FBI, it must be someone else.
Is it an illusion?
He glanced back and suddenly frowned slightly.
The shadow of a container behind him seemed a little too huge.
A large area of darkness, hidden under the container, faced him directly.
He didn't know if it was his illusion, but he always felt that the shadow rose and fell slowly as if breathing.
It was as if there was some monster lurking inside.
Mo Shiyu stared at the shadow, and inexplicably a creepy sense of fear rose from his bones, as if he had met a natural enemy. Even his back was slightly arched.
"...Who's there?" Mo Shiyu whispered.
The next second, he seemed to hear heavy breathing.
Mo Shiyu suddenly opened the safety bolt of the pistol and pointed the muzzle in that direction.
“…”
The air seemed to be still.
They were caught in a kind of confrontation. The only difference was that Mo Shiyu's face became paler and paler, while the other party seemed to see Mo Shiyu's fear and became more and more unscrupulous.
The breathing sounds in the dark shadow gradually took on the purring sound unique to cats, but that was not the cute sound of a kitten, but a huge sound that could arouse people's primitive fear.
Mo Shiyu subconsciously took a step back.
It was this step, like a signal of weakness, that caused the terrifying figure in the shadow to roar, open its huge mouth, suddenly rush out of the shadow, kick its hind legs, and pounce towards him!
Mo Shiyu looked at the huge shadow in the sunlight, and his pupils suddenly widened and trembled.
This turned out to be a white tiger!
The tiger is larger than an ordinary tiger, its eyes are full of ferocity, and its snow-white fur has beautiful black patterns.
No, how could there be a tiger in the city?
The tiger was so fast that it left a white afterimage in the air. Before Mo Shiyu could even fire his gun, he was knocked to the ground by a heavy shadow.
The pistol slipped from his hand and fell to the ground far away.
Mo Shiyu was almost vomited by this pressure. The wet, hot and bloody snoring of the white tiger exploded beside his neck, and his skin was immediately stimulated and covered with goose bumps.
The fear of having his throat bitten off made Mo Shiyu struggle violently. Unlike the fake struggle he had done when the bomber had grabbed his neck, he was now almost terrified and frightened. He used up all his strength and shouted, "Go away...!"
But how can humans compare to tigers in strength?
Mo Shiyu elbowed the tiger's soft belly and tried to turn over, but this attack was completely painless to the tiger and only angered it.
The tiger growled softly and raised its white front paw to press down on his wrist.
Fear made Mo Shiyu breathe rapidly and his eyelashes tremble violently. Because his body was pressed down and he couldn't move away, after he tried his best to dodge a few times, his wrist was grabbed by the tiger's claws on the dark ground.
The fair wrists looked weak and slender, as if they would be crushed if you exerted too much force.
The wild and bloodthirsty amber tiger eyes stared at him from above.
Mo Shiyu lay on the ground with his face up, unable to move, his ash-gray hair spread out under him, and his pupils of the same color trembled violently.
The tiger above was clearly reflected in his eyes.
As if realizing that its prey could no longer resist, the tiger lowered its huge head in satisfaction and sniffed the prey's exposed skin.
Mo Shiyu felt like a piece of food on a plate, the feeling of being slaughtered made him tremble slightly, "..."
The moist nose tip moves slowly across the skin, and you never know when it will bite down.
Mo Shiyu's breathing was very rapid. The white tiger seemed to like the smell on his body, like a cat that had tasted catnip for the first time. The ferocious beast's eyes were confused and slightly narrowed.
After arching its back for a while, it seemed to find that his hidden neck smelled particularly good. It tried a few times and pressed its huge head against Mo Shiyu's chin, forcing the prey to raise its head and expose its fragile neck.
The white tiger stared at the dark blue blood vessels protruding under the thin layer of skin on its neck for a while, then showed its fangs, retracted them, and finally licked the blood vessels lightly.
The rough and grainy tip of the tongue licked the fragile throat.
“…”
Mo Shiyu straightened up his waist suddenly like a drowning fish, but was pressed down again.
The white tiger couldn't contain its excitement and roared, crawling on the prey, sweeping its big black and white tail across the ground.
Mo Shiyu gritted his teeth, struggled hard for a few times, and finally closed his eyes. As if he had given up completely, he tilted his head weakly, revealing his neck, which he had been trying to cover.
Baihu liked Mo Shiyu's docile appearance very much. It rubbed Mo Shiyu's neck and felt the other party's gentle response. It liked it very much and wagged its tail excitedly and happily.
It relaxed its vigilance and slightly loosened its grip on Mo Shiyu.
The next second, Mo Shiyu gritted his teeth, a black light flashed, and a black rope with a thin blade was thrown onto Baihu's neck and circled around it. Mo Shiyu pulled hard, and the black rope sank deeply into Baihu's neck and scratched it fiercely.
In an instant, blood splattered all over him.
The white tiger roared in pain, and the deafening roar was right next to his ears, almost deafening him.
Mo Shiyu's eyelashes trembled violently. Taking advantage of the moment when the white tiger loosened its shackles, he turned over with difficulty, supported his body with his hands, and crawled out from under it.
He took a few steps with numb hands and feet, and fell to the ground. He turned around subconsciously and saw the tiger rolling on the ground vigorously.
The blade was sharp and the cut was deep, blood was all over the floor, but it was not dead yet.
Mo Shiyu knew something was wrong. This tiger was definitely not an ordinary tiger. He wanted to leave, but his hands and feet had been suppressed for too long and were too weak to move.
The FBI must have heard the tiger's roar, and maybe they will be here soon. Mo Shiyu didn't want to capsize in the ditch, so he held on to his body with difficulty.
However, just as he was about to leave, he saw a scene that shattered his three perspectives.
The white tiger slowly shrank and turned into a white-haired boy in overalls who was curled up there with his eyes closed.
“…”Oh my god, the tiger turned into a human!
Mo Shiyu was stunned, thinking that he might be crazy, or the world was crazy.
***
A member of the winery had his clothes torn and covered in white tiger fur, his long hair sticking to his body in a mess. He huddled under a container in a panic, watching the young man open a pair of amber eyes that were the same color as the white tiger's, but obviously much clearer and gentler.
The fatal wound on the boy's neck that Mo Shiyu had just inflicted healed at a speed visible to the naked eye.
The white-haired boy was obviously a little confused about what was going on. He looked around in confusion and finally met Mo Shiyu's eyes.
His expression changed from dazed to lucid to worried. He ran towards Mo Shiyu with his hands and feet, "Are you okay?"
Mo Shiyu immediately shrank back in fear, "No, don't come over here!"
The white-haired boy was a little confused, but he still stopped obediently. He hesitantly explained, "Well, before, I saw you following a man to a deserted place. I was afraid it was a kidnapping. Then I saw the car leaving, so I followed..."
Mo Shiyu looked at him for a long time before finally recognizing him. He was the white-haired boy he saw in the school before he followed the bomber.
"You don't remember..." Mo Shiyu struggled to organize his words, "what happened just now?"
The white-haired boy was confused, "What happened just now?"
Mo Shiyu: “…”
He looked at the blood on Mo Shiyu's body and the large pool of blood on the ground, and said anxiously in a low voice, "...Sir, are you injured? How about I take you to the hospital?"
Mo Shiyu observed his expression and found that he really didn't remember anything.
No, what is this? A dual personality? The other personality isn't even human!
"...No need." Mo Shiyu forced a smile at him, "This is not my blood."
"Thank you for coming to see me, young man. I'm fine." His body slowly recovered and Mo Shiyu slowly pushed himself up. "Anyway, this place is very dangerous. You should leave as soon as possible."
Seeing that his steps were unsteady, the white-haired boy wanted to help him, but seemed to sense Mo Shiyu's resistance. He stopped hesitantly, lowered his head, and his little hair was a little wilted. "Well, okay then."
Before Mo Shiyu left, he mustered up the courage to say, "Sir, my name is Nakajima Atsushi!"
"I'm sorry, did I cause you any trouble? If so, I'm really sorry!"
He bowed to Mo Shiyu.
Almost the next second, the system voice rang out.
[The main character Nakajima Atsushi is detected, from the anime "Bungo Stray Dogs"]
[Nakajima Atsushi Favorability: 40 (+40)]
Mo Shiyu turned his head slowly and with difficulty: "..."
Damn it.
This name seems to be the protagonist.
The protagonist of Wild Dog is actually a tiger?
Wait, that seems to be the case!!
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