Chapter 33 Trading (1.5 more integrated)

The necessary information has been given by Furuya Rei. As for how to judge the matter and how to deal with the Blue Orange Wine, that is the business of the senior public security officials.

In order to protect Rei Furuya's identity, he can no longer participate in subsequent events.

Speed ​​is of the essence in war. Every second of delay may lead to new developments.

After finishing the call with Furuya Rei, Kuroda Hei immediately decided that he wanted to meet this Blue Orange Wine. In order to prevent the news from leaking out, he only brought a few trusted subordinates.

Considering the danger of Blue Orange, everyone was fully armed. They wore bulletproof vests under their suits, loaded their bullet jackets, and each person had at least two sidearms. In addition, someone was specially arranged to bring a shotgun. There were also snipers on standby at any time.

One of the public security officers asked in confusion, "Director Kuroda, what mission are we going to carry out? We haven't received any notification before."

"Don't ask anything, just follow me."

It was not until they reached the gate of the police hospital where Blue Orange Wine was located that Kuroda Hei explained, "The person we are going to meet is a member of the organization, codenamed Blue Orange Wine. Act according to the plan. When the sniper arrives, inform me via radio. The others block the entrance and exit of the hospital, but don't disturb others for the time being. Kamata, Sakumichi, the two of you follow me in."

"Wait," he remembered something, "Did you find out the location of the officer named Matsuda?"

A police officer replied: "He is also in the hospital at this time. He arrived at the medication area three minutes ago and is waiting in line to get his medication. One of our people is following him."

Kuroda Hei nodded, "Move."

When Kuroda Hei entered the ward, the man on the bed was playing with a fruit knife. He was bathed in the sunlight outside the window, and his overly pretty face gave people a strange sense of tranquility.

He raised the corners of his lips and raised his eyes, "Please sit down."

It seemed like he had known that someone would come to see him, Kuroda Hei thought.

Akiyama Zou had indeed known that someone was coming. In order to prevent the organization from attacking him, he specially dispatched a dozen backup bodies to disguise as passers-by and scattered around the hospital and the vicinity of the hospital. All the effective sniping points in the vicinity for this ward were under his surveillance.

As soon as the police stopped at the hospital gate, Akiyama got the news. One of his backup bodies also discovered the sniper who was ambushing on the rooftop of the building opposite the ward.

It seemed that they already knew his true identity. What surprised Akiyama Kanade was that the other party did not seem to have any intention of directly confronting him.

Just as he thought this, the two young men opposite raised their guns at him. Kuroda Heibei sat down on the small sofa opposite Akiyama Kanade's bed.

"I think we can talk about Blue Curacao." Kuroda Hei's demeanor was just like his burned right eye, seemingly calm but full of oppression.

He chose to go straight to the point.

The TV in the ward was broadcasting a special program about the Ferris wheel explosion. The host sang the praises of Officer Jiu Sheng's heroic deeds in the past with great emotion, and emphasized his leg injury which would never heal, in an effort to arouse the public's deep sympathy for the policeman's tragic experience.

The black-haired man on the hospital bed tapped his knuckles on the bedsheet lightly, as if he was listening with great interest, not paying any attention to the two guns pointed at his brows.

"I thought you wouldn't want anyone to mention your leg injury," Kuroda said.

It is human nature to escape, but this does not seem to apply to crazy people.

The person opposite him looked at him lazily and said, "It's just one leg. I've got what I wanted."

He asked in a calm tone, "Are you sure you want to talk to me like this? To be honest, I hate it when people threaten me."

Kuroda Hei: "I'm sorry, you are too dangerous. We have to take some precautions."

Akiyama Kanade: "Since you know I'm in danger, do you want to take a look at what's under my bed?"

After receiving instructions from Kuroda Hei, Kamata Masao bent down to take a look, his pupils constricted, "It's a bomb."

This guy is really crazy to put bombs under his bed!

The bombs were originally intended for the organization, but now they have to be used in a different way.

The black-haired man combed his long, satin-like hair that hung down on his side. His movements were calm and slow, with an astonishing, painting-like beauty.

"Now, can you put the gun down?"

Masao Kamata and Naoto Sakumichi looked at their boss, who tapped his fingers in thought and suddenly said, "It seems that Officer Matsuda has gone to queue up to get medicine for you."

He noticed that when Matsuda Jinpei was mentioned, the man on the hospital bed's eyes suddenly became sharp for a moment, like a stone that startled ripples in the water.

This fleeting glance made Kuroda Hei more certain of Furuya Rei's judgment. Blue Orange Wine really cared about Matsuda Jinpei. From the time he entered the ward until now, only this name had aroused his real reaction. Before this, even if he threatened someone, he seemed to be indifferent.

Although some things make sense logically, you still have to see the hard evidence with your own eyes to feel at ease.

Kuroda continued, "The medicine collection area is downstairs. If this bomb explodes here, it may also affect Officer Matsuda."

The black-haired man's expression had returned to normal. "So what?"

Kuroda Hei: "You can not care about your own life and the lives of us public security police, or even the lives of ordinary patients in the entire hospital, but you will not care about him."

As soon as the words came out, Masao Kamata and Naoto Sakumichi were surprised that their pupils trembled. They looked at each other carefully, and then looked at their boss's expression.

He looks confident.

Of course, their boss is always so calm and composed.

On the other side, Akiyama Kanade was also full of questions.

Although it is impossible that he does not care about Matsuda Jinpei, but doesn't Gongan know that he is Blue Orange Wine? Blue Orange Wine is so cruel, how can Gongan be sure that he will restrain his minions for Matsuda Jinpei.

Akiyama Kanade didn't understand and asked, "How can you be sure that I care whether he is dead or alive?"

After he asked this question, the police on the other side seemed to be more calm. He first signaled his two subordinates to put down their guns.

"Blue Orange Wine, I'm here to discuss a sincere deal with you. In that case, let's talk about it." Kuroda Hei paused and considered his words. "You have a special feeling for Matsuda Jinpei, right?"

Akiyama Kanade was stunned.

Ah? A different kind of feeling? Did they know that he had eaten his soul? That shouldn't be the case! How could the police know that?

The black-haired young man's face changed constantly, and his calm expression was completely broken. He got off the bed, stood barefoot on the ground, his left leg half-dragged, his black hair flying, but it did not affect the overwhelming demonic aura that emanated from him at all.

Zuo Daozhiren subconsciously wanted to raise his gun, but he was scolded by him in a low voice.

"Get out of here!"

He walked all the way to the small sofa where Kuroda Hei was sitting before stopping.

He was confused, but after thinking calmly, Akiyama Zou didn't think the police would be able to discover this matter, so he decided to try to find out more indirectly.

"Oh? I have some special feelings for him. Tell me about it."

Kuroda Hei didn't mind laying both sides' cards on the table. "You were the victim of the shooting at the Beika Hotel a few days ago, but it was actually a drama you staged and acted in, right?"

The black-haired man remained silent, and Kuroda Hei took that as his agreement.

"But three days ago, during the Ferris wheel explosion, you were able to save Jinpei Matsuda at the critical moment. The public security department sent people to collect all the videos of the incident. Before I came to see you, I watched them carefully. I am sure this is not a fake."

"Blue Orange Wine, even if you have successfully lurked in the police for so long, some of your truest feelings cannot be hidden even if you want to."

"You... like that person, don't you?"

Akiyama Kanade: ...What? ?

All the formulas you used are correct. How did you come to this conclusion?

It's outrageous, but if you think about it carefully, it does seem a little plausible.

The key point is that the senior public security official who told him these things was talking about love and romance, but his expression was very scary.

"You know the organization's style better than I do. If they get to know about this, neither you nor Jinpei Matsuda will be able to escape the organization's pursuit. Especially the latter, the organization may let you go because you are useful, but they will definitely not let Jinpei Matsuda go, a time bomb that may affect you."

The black-haired man raised his eyebrows slightly. "Are you threatening me with this? Threatening me with the life of a policeman? I thought you public security officers would be more upright."

Kuroda was silent for a moment. "For the ultimate victory, some measures are necessary, and some sacrifices are unavoidable."

One of his eyes was hidden behind a black lens, and when he stared into it it was as if he were staring into an abyss.

"People like you may not understand that sacrificing your conscience is much more difficult than sacrificing your life."

"As the director of public security, I want to sweep you into hell more than anyone else. But killing you is not enough. I need to make use of you."

They were supposed to cooperate, but this guy was really rude when he scolded people. But Akiyama Kanade could understand, after all, Blue Orange Wine really didn't do anything about human affairs in the past.

Anyway, he was scolding Blue Orange Wine, what does it have to do with me, Akiyama Kanade?

"As long as you can pass on the organization's intelligence to the Public Security Bureau, we will strictly protect Matsuda Jinpei's safety. This is the deal I want to negotiate with you."

The man lowered his eyes slightly, his long hair falling in front of his forehead, half covering his face as he fell into deep thought.

Now his body has been determined by doctors to be unfit to continue working as a police officer. The most likely thing is that he will have to go back to work for the organization, or stay with Jinpei Matsuda for a few months, trick him into buying goods, and then cancel the account.

Firstly, he didn't want to work for that crappy organization; secondly, it would be boring to just cancel his account.

Therefore, the script sent to him by the police at this time was really a timely help.

Because he fell in love with a policeman, the evil ghost who was not a human being would rather endure the burning of the sun and put away his claws. He did not violate the character setting of Jiu Sheng Chun Shu, nor did he have to act and arrange some murder scenes to maintain his previous inhuman state.

Thanks to the police for sending me the script! Now it's mine!

Very good, from today on, I will be a secret admirer who cannot get the love I want.

But he couldn't agree to it too quickly. Akiyama Zou knew these police officers well. They were all very cautious and like a walking beehive of coal. If he agreed to it too quickly, they would suspect fraud.

The black-haired man pondered for a while and raised his eyes.

"I know that as long as the organization exists, Matsuda will always be exposed to danger. But now that my undercover identity has been exposed, I don't have to pretend to be a kind policeman with a sense of justice. I can just stun him, take him away and hide him. I don't mind. No, I am happy to lock him up for life."

His voice was steady and calm, like he was reciting a math formula.

Masao Kamata carefully took a step back and straightened his glasses that were sliding down his nose.

"Besides, why should I cooperate with you police, just because you have a sniper rifle pointed at my head outside?"

Naoto Sakumichi swallowed his saliva and asked, "How do you know there is a sniper outside?"

The black-haired man smiled, and it was as if spring had suddenly appeared. He was so beautiful that Zuo Daozhiren blushed unconsciously.

"Because I'm not stupid."

"And I know that, at least in the near future, you police officers will not kill me," Blue Orange Wine said slowly, glancing at the TV that was working diligently, "Because before the heat passes, Officer Jiu Sheng cannot die, and he cannot die as a bad guy."

"But once the hype has passed, things may not be the same. You police officers may just abandon me, not to mention that you hate me so much. If that's the case, why should I cooperate with you?"

Silence filled the air.

After a long while, Kuroda said in a deep and steady voice, "It seems that our deal is impossible to reach."

Akiyama Kanade: “?”

Wait? Why did you give up so quickly? Normally, shouldn't you go to that pub three times? You can't just ignore the process because you hate me so much!!

Just as Kuroda Hei was about to stand up, he heard a report from his subordinates through the Bluetooth headset he was wearing, saying that Matsuda Jinpei was about to return to the ward.

"Put away your weapons," he ordered.

Five seconds later, the curly-haired young man pushed open the door of the ward.

"Huh?"

There were three men he didn't recognize in the ward. When he entered, three heads turned to him. The oldest man with gray hair and beard nodded to him first, "Good afternoon, we are here to visit Officer Jiu Sheng."

The other two heads tried their best to hide the curiosity in their eyes and glanced at him for a moment. A bulge could be vaguely seen on the back of the waist of the suit, probably where the gun was placed.

Recently, there have been a lot of random people coming to see Kyushu Haruki. Matsuda Jinpei didn't have time to pay attention to them. He greeted them briefly and then frowned at the black-haired young man's bare feet. "Haru, why don't you wear shoes when you get out of bed?"

Jiu Sheng Chun Shu's face turned pale and he coughed twice in a suppressed manner, "...I wanted to pour them a cup of tea."

Although the voice was still steady, it was much softer than before, and even sounded weak.

Naoto Sakumichi could clearly guess that this guy was definitely pretending, but under the double deception of sight and hearing, he couldn't help but feel that he was really pitiful.

He just thought about it, but Matsuda Jinpei was really full of self-blame, "I'm sorry, I shouldn't have left you alone in the ward."

He supported Jiu Sheng Chunshu and helped him slowly move back to the bed.

The black-haired man was held by Matsuda Jinpei. His hand slid down to his waist, paused for a moment, and rubbed it ambiguously.

Jinpei Matsuda didn't realize it, but the public security officers behind him saw it clearly.

Even the well-informed Kuroda Heiwei had never seen such a shameless guy.

Matsuda Jinpei helped him back to bed and poured him a glass of water. "How do you feel?"

The person on the bed lowered his head and thought for a moment, seeming a little embarrassed. "It feels okay, but, Officer Matsuda, I suddenly want to eat the delicious ramen at Beika Town. Can you buy me one?"

Matsuda Jinpei smiled and said, "No problem, just wait for me to come back." He looked at the other three people and said, "You guys..."

Akiyama Kanade interrupted him, "They came to see me specially, let them sit for a while, I also want to talk to them."

"Okay, if you feel unwell, call a doctor immediately." Matsuda Jinpei finally instructed.

After he left, the man who had just been leaning weakly against the head of the bed suddenly sat up straight. He lifted his hair, and his voice returned to its coldness as if it were icy.

"To make a long story short, I can agree to your deal, but you have to agree to two conditions."

Masao Kamata & Naoto Sakudo: "..."

Does such a rapid change of expression really exist?