Chapter 97: Jundu Chapter·Excitement

[Hirogo cuts his throat and falls down the building. Jundu is sniped. Suemitsu doesn’t know what he’s going to experience yet. Good man… How much battle damage is there in this chapter?]

[I’m not talented. I have only three regrets in my life. The first

is that I called the sandwiched honey black honey, and I bet three times that he was Jundu. Now that I see his throat cut, I know that our reunion is short.

The second is that I used to sneer at men like Suemitsu. Now that there are pants all over the floor, you have to queue up to call him husband

. The third is that I mistakenly trusted the traitor. I wish I could go back and strangle the good man in Kuai Matsuo to death. Ah ah ah ah ah beat him to death! ! ! ! Throw him down! ! ! C——a——o——!! Master’s iron fist of justice is thirsty!! ]

[I’m kowtowed here and apologized. I’ll travel back in time and beat myself to death for saying such nonsense]

[Captain SAMA is so handsome!!! He’s so handsome, I’m killing me, why are you so handsome!!! Supermarket, I’m so woozy————]

[Knock, is there no one you care about on the Internet anymore? (crazy delivery pants.jpg)]

[“Even if my legs are paralyzed, I can still beat a perverted scum like you into a cripple.” I’m crying and laughing here, with a proud spirit that cannot be crushed by any amount of suffering and torture.

My previous impression of Suemitsu was that he was very gloomy and the kind of character who could die at any time. Now that I know what he really is like, he is not a loser tortured by pain. He just restrained his edge and sharpness. In fact, he is still the high-spirited captain in his bones.

[#Past Suemitsu Sosuke was beaten by his teammates while holding his neck# Help, Akai burst into tears after his memories came out... This picture is too tragic. From Shuugo to Suemitsu, they are all new characters added to the red team. I was really annoyed by the feeling of constantly adding new characters to the red team. But after the two of them came out, I felt that the black team was a little more powerful...

Maybe it's because I felt that there were only so many people in the Black Organization before, and everyone had a character halo, Going undercover wouldn't be a big deal, but now a drug-hunting police officer who disappeared from his family and friends to fight drug dealers, a special police officer who lost all his companions for the public interest and had to rely on a wheelchair to walk...

the sense of cruelty came up all of a sudden, and it suddenly felt like they were really trying to deal with the huge evil that lingered in the darkness, and they sacrificed too much for it. Wuwuwuwu, they've worked so hard...]

[Beat him to death!!! I'm so angry, I want to tear Matsuo's face off, how can someone say such a high-sounding thing? !

[Help... I want to know how Suemitsu will get off the helicopter. Although only the short-haired woman is left now, the distance between the two of them is too far, and he can't move yet.] The

cold wind that rushed in from the open door of the cabin blew Suemitsu Sosuke's slightly long black hair several times. Now Suemitsu Sosuke doesn't need to lift up his hair to reveal his dark red eyes and bright forehead.

All the pain and suffering disappeared in an instant, and the eyes that were always hidden in the shadows burst into unprecedented light, and the sharp sight reminded people of an eagle circling in the sky.

When he finally fell from the sky, the rat in the gutter took the opportunity to move, thinking that he was gnawing at his body, and turned into a hovering eagle, wanting to transform him into an ugly monster like himself.

But an eagle is an eagle.

Even if its wings are broken and it falls into the mud, it will not become a maggot born to live in rotten mud.

He grabbed the other's hair and smashed Matsuo Kazushi's head to the ground with all his strength.

Being unable to move in the intensive care unit for more than a month had weakened his arm strength, but beating the idiot in front of him until he was bleeding was no problem. "Who do you think you are? The kind of person who hides in the back and plots, fooling everyone?"

"Mr. Matsuo, have you read too many novels? You haven't recovered from your chuunibyou yet?"

This time, the fist finally changed its position, no longer landing on the man's face, which was covered in blood and could not recognize his facial features, but smashing into his abdomen.

Matsuo Kazushi curled up because of the severe pain in his abdomen, gasping for air and howling angrily at the other person's words, as if he had degenerated into some kind of animal that could only shout and struggle.

"You're just a coward, a wimp, and a scum." He moved closer, pressed his hand hard on the other's chin that was twisted by his punch, and said word by word, "Are you a three-year-old child? When you can't beat me, you just throw the chessboard away like a madman. You pretend to be superior and hateful, but in fact, you're just an egomaniac who can be easily led by me by the nose.

" "Do you think you can step on me by shooting my vertebrae off?" Suemitsu Sosuke asked back. His fist just now left a large and scary red mark on Matsuo Kazushi's right eye, which would turn purple soon.

The man's voice was completely different from before. The trembling and hoarseness had all left his voice. He was smiling with obvious irony, and every word he spoke was like a sharp sword. "Be your mother's Chunqiu Dameng."

Matsuo Kazushi tried to find the only dignity in this one-sided beating. His whole body was shaking with pain, but he still raised his head, opened his mouth covered with blood, and muttered, "Kill me, kill me if you have the guts."

"Kill you?"

Suemitsu Sosuke stopped moving. He slapped the man's face twice with the back of his hand slowly. He couldn't help but sneered as if he had heard a joke. "Mr. Matsuo Kazushi, am I disgusted by dirt?"

Seeing the man trying to twist his body and fall out of the open door of the helicopter, he sat back a little, stretched out his hand to grab the door, and slammed the door shut just when the man's fingers could touch the edge. Several more

bullets were fired from the direction of the cockpit, all hitting the closed door. The short-haired woman was completely confused, and she aimed the muzzle of the gun at this side and pulled the trigger, but no bullets were fired.

"Looks like it's my turn?" Suemitsu Sosuke asked, his tone finally a little excited. He reached behind and took out a few things from the illegal drugs that filled the entire back seat. He looked up and down, "You are well equipped."

He threw away everything else, leaving only a gun-like weapon, aimed at the woman and fired, the eagle hook firmly hooked the helicopter wall just above the control panel.

The rapidly retracting rope lifted him up into the air. As he fell towards the control panel, he used his other hand to hold the back of the chair below, changing his position in the air. His legs could not move, so he used his hands to hit the short-haired woman who was still driving the helicopter.

The latter fell off the seat in an instant and hit the ground.

Suemitsu Sosuke fell beside the cockpit. While the man was still not able to react, he quickly reached out and grabbed the controls. The helicopter flew straight up diagonally. The woman who was hit on the back of her head in the aisle was thrown into the rear cabin by gravity and fell into a ball with Matsuo Kazushi.

The helicopter was a familiar model.

Suemitsu Sosuke raised one eyebrow, propped up the seat surface with his hand, exerted force with his arm, moved himself to the control panel, and fastened his seat belt with interest.

It has been a long time since I drove this thing.

He controlled the helicopter to resume stable flight, and pulled out the intercom that the short-haired woman had kept conveniently on the cockpit. The moment he pressed it, a series of warnings from the police came from the other end.

"Put down the hostages and surrender immediately! The police have..."

"The robbers are all fainted, let me get out of the parking space." Suemitsu Sosuke interrupted the other end of the conversation directly, and at the end of the words, with a slightly relaxed smile, he added in a low voice, "The mission is over."

It didn't seem like he was talking to the police on the other end of the intercom, nor did it seem like he was talking to himself.

The helicopter stopped in the open space specially vacated by the ship.

A team of fully armed police officers came up with guns drawn, and took away the two people who were no longer able to resist. When they saw a large bag of illegal drugs in the back seat, their faces sank.

"Mr. Takeda! Look at these..."

A man in his forties came forward. They were far away from the crowd behind them. The man was wearing a mask that covered most of his face. He got into the helicopter under the cover of other armed police officers.

"...It's drugs." Takeda Daiji took off his mask, revealing a face with a scar. He gestured to others to sort out the drugs and take them away. He couldn't help rubbing his forehead, "That guy..."

The usually cold and hard man couldn't help but show a helpless expression. In his hand, he was still holding the USB flash drive that Officer Megure had just stuffed into him.

The surface of the USB flash drive was covered with the dried blood of the junior who was still in the emergency room.

Kasugawa Shugo was the most desperate junior he had ever seen. It seemed that taking a break was more fatal than being injured. As long as the wound healed, he could jump out again.

Although he always looked sunny and bright, as if he had not been affected at all, it was still worrying.

Let him take a forced vacation this time. After the wound on his neck healed, he would take another month off, and then come back and run around the General Affairs Office twenty times with all the documents on his back!

"Mr. Suemitsu, are you okay?"

Not knowing what the situation was with the 'hostage' who had knocked out two people and seized control of the cockpit to control the helicopter to land smoothly, Takeda Daiji asked while blocking the narrow entrance. The

'hostage' had been sitting in the driver's seat without getting up, which made him a little worried about the other party's condition.

"Not bad. Please give me a wheelchair." The man finally turned around, with a gleam in his dark red eyes.

"Are you injured? Medical--" The armed police who followed him turned around in a panic and wanted to find medical personnel to come up and help check the wound, but was interrupted by the other party.

"No, no need." Suemitsu Sosuke combed all his hair back, and the original gloom faded because of the large outline of his face, leaving only a sharp and majestic feeling. "It's just that my lower body is paralyzed and I can't walk. The previous..."

He spread his hands and put on a helpless expression, "I guess it has sunk to the bottom of the sea with the ship."

"Ah...? Ah, okay, wait a moment."

The armed police officer froze in place, stammering. He turned to look at the short-haired woman who was still unconscious and Matsuo Kazushi, whose face was covered in blood and who was beaten beyond recognition. His expression gradually turned blank. "Great, great!"

After this straightforward compliment came out, the armed police officer who had just joined the army blushed instantly, waving his hands to say something, but the more he explained, the more confusing it became. In the end, he could only get out of the helicopter in a wolfish manner and report the situation to the medical staff.

Suemitsu Sosuke couldn't help laughing. He turned his head and put his left fist against his lips to block the arc of his mouth, with a gleam in his eyes.

The other party's panicked look reminded him of another guy with a buzz cut, who also looked like this when he became his deputy captain.

The smile on the man's lips faded.

He cast his unfocused gaze out the window and saw the half-sunk ship in the distance. The helicopter obviously did not leave any space for the wheelchair. His wheelchair had been abandoned on the top of the ship before he got on the helicopter, and it was probably submerged in the sea by now.

...Wait.

How am I going to get down later?

Suemitsu Sosuke paused for a moment before realizing this very serious problem.

When he got on the helicopter, he was mercilessly lifted up by that scumbag Matsuo Kazushi, but to get down... As a hostage who he rescued himself, no one should lift him down like this.

Isn't that the only solution? !

Forget it!

The former special police officer was very satisfied with his handsome performance just now. He had a great time beating up that scumbag. He also did a clean and beautiful job of snatching the control panel at the end. He was also very calm when he told the strange policeman that he was disabled. But... it

was too unclassy to end up being carried off the helicopter like a princess, wasn't it?

Suemitsu Sosuke took out a pack of cigarettes with only a few cigarettes left from his pocket in a rather annoyed manner.

.

While the man was thinking, Okiya Subaru and Edogawa Conan rushed to the helicopter together.

Originally, Tsukiyama Asari also wanted to follow, but he fell into the water in front of him and his whole body was soaked. After boarding the ship, the cold wind blew and he couldn't stop sneezing.

The rescue team that had been waiting on the deck of the cruise ship dragged him to the infirmary in the cabin without saying a word.

The only one of the three who had been slacking off was taken away, and the remaining two people's steps were much faster. When they arrived, the special police had already placed the wheelchair that Suemitsu Sosuke needed at the door. When he was about to get on the helicopter, he was suddenly held down by the shoulder.

"I'm his friend." The person who came had pink hair and wore a temperamental and warm turtleneck sweater. Although there was a gentle smile on his face, he inexplicably gave people an irresistible sense of oppression.

"Oh...Okay, okay, then please comfort each other." This sentence was usually said by himself to the family members of the rescued hostages, and now he said it casually. After he finished speaking, the armed police was shocked to realize that

something was wrong. It felt like...Mr. Suemitsu didn't need to be comforted at all.

After all, a half-paralyzed hostage could beat two robbers like that and even take control of the helicopter, which was completely different from the hostages who were trembling with fear after being rescued.

He was about to say something else to save this mistake, but he saw that the man with glasses and the child beside him nodded seriously with serious expressions, almost writing "We will definitely comfort him well" on their faces.

The armed policeman, who had no idea what happened in the helicopter, shook his head. He did not understand what the two people who had heard the whole thing on the speedboat were thinking. He just responded vaguely and turned away.

After he left, Subaru Okiya set his eyes on the man in the helicopter. He was a little nervous. It

was very dark inside, so dark that he could only see the outline of the man.

Subaru Okiya walked in from the door of the helicopter. His leather shoes made a clear muffled sound when they hit the ground. Before he walked halfway, a ball of fire suddenly lit up.

It was a lighter.

The man was tall and thin, and he held a metal lighter between the fingers of his right hand, which was covered with blood and ugly burn scars. The light of the fire, which was particularly precious in the dark, first reflected his eyebrows, and then his eyes.

Was it like this when he was in the helicopter and looked at the burning ship?

Subaru Okiya thought abruptly.

Perhaps it was because humans have been animals that need to keep warm for millions of years, and eyes are indeed more suitable than anything else to hold a fire or a light.

A burning fire was dancing in Suemitsu Sosuke's dark red eyes, and because of this dancing flame, the man was more alive than the countless times Subaru Okiya had seen him before.

The darkness concealed some of the man's morbid features, and the warm yellow light completely covered his pale skin. In a trance, the FBI ace agent suddenly felt that he had returned to the cooperative mission a few years ago, but when he passed through the corridor at night, he accidentally ran into the high-spirited captain smoking.

The flickering flames went out.

The faint spark at the tip of the thin long pipe could not reveal anything, but because the two were already very close, Okiya Subaru could see the other's movements clearly without the illumination of the fire.

The man stretched out his hand, and from under his wide black coat, he poked out a surprisingly thin but powerful wrist. He pinched the thin long pipe with his fingers and took the cigarette out of his mouth. When he finally turned his head to look at the person who came, he slowly exhaled the smoke that made his chest and lungs hurt as if a knife was cutting.

"Mo..."

"Carry me out." Suemitsu Sosuke raised his chin slightly and ordered, blocking the other's unfinished words.

Subaru Okiya obviously paused, but he still reached out without saying a word and picked up the man from the wide driver's seat. In his arms, the man slowly smoked the cigarette that he absolutely shouldn't have in his current body. The smell of tobacco made his throat itch slightly, and the addiction to smoking that had never been relieved vaguely surged into his heart.

Very light.

This was the first thought that Subaru Okiya had after picking him up.

The man lowered his eyes, and while holding the man, he used the hand that was holding his legs to outline the man's legs that were hanging weakly in his arms, confirming that the man had indeed not asked a nurse to help him massage.

The leg muscles were atrophied quite severely.

He steadily placed Suemitsu Sosuke on the wheelchair outside the helicopter.

"Thank you." The man thanked him briefly. This wheelchair was the simplest style, without any lifting or control functions. If one wanted to control it by himself, he could only rely on turning the wheels below to achieve his goal.

Before he even touched the deliberately large wheels below, he felt a pair of hands on the back of the wheelchair.

......?

Suemitsu Sosuke paused. He didn't expect that even though he had shown extreme resistance to "getting help" before, Okiya Subaru would still push the wheelchair at this time. He turned his head and wanted to say something, but was interrupted by another almost crazy voice.

"Suemiku Sosuke!!" The

one who called out his full name was Matsuo Kazushi, who was already handcuffed.

At this moment, he had completely lost his usual elegant and pretentious appearance. His red eyes were full of bloodshot. A lot of the blood on his face had been wiped off after being handcuffed, revealing his face full of bruises and redness, and a crooked nose.

It was very funny.

Suemiku Sosuke raised one eyebrow, not expecting anything good to come out of his mouth.

"You can't wait to kill me, can you? Do it now-kill me!" In the struggle, Matsuo Kazushi's tailor-made suit had been torn to pieces. He didn't know where the rubber band that tied his hair fell. His long hair hung in front of his eyes in a mess. Blood and ash were all over his body. "How long do you think I can be locked up for these two things? You-"

"Just these two things?" The man was a little surprised and focused his attention on this person who had been changed from a well-known philanthropist and collector to a criminal.

I remembered that this guy didn't know about the USB flash drive.

"Uncle." The boy's crisp voice sounded beside him. Suemitsu Sosuke looked to the side. Edogawa Conan, who had appeared from behind at some point, was lying on the armrest of his wheelchair to his left. He showed the man a childish smile, "We found a USB drive on the boat! It was just taken away by a policeman." The man

with dark red eyes couldn't help but keep his eyes on the boy's face, which looked particularly round from this angle. He rubbed his fingers quietly in his wide sleeves.

...I want to pinch it.

He coughed lightly in his heart and looked away with a little guilt.

Matsuo Kazushi's expression was completely blank for a few seconds, and then it shattered bit by bit like a broken mask. He screamed that this was impossible, saying that the boy deliberately deceived him, and after receiving a positive reply from the police next to him, he fell into a hysterical madness.

Suemitsu Sosuke signaled Okiya Subaru to push him closer.

When the wheelchair was pushed in front of the man, Matsuo Kazushi suddenly struggled to break free of all the restraints and moved forward, but because of the injuries on his waist and legs, he could only crawl on the ground. When he moved, the metal handcuffs between his hands collided and made a series of clear sounds.

The man's hand grabbed the fabric of his pants at his calf, like a demon crawling out of hell, howling and wanting to drag the man in front of him into the abyss before he died.

He raised his head, revealing his distorted face. His hair was stuck to his face because of blood and tears. As his facial muscles twitched while he spoke, they twisted like a few long and thin worms.

"Kill... Kill me!"

Generally speaking, Japan only executes criminals who have committed multiple murders. According to the law, there is a long appeal process after the death penalty is sentenced. Even if all appeal opportunities are exhausted, the execution order must be signed by the Minister of Justice before it can be executed. However, most Ministers of Justice are generally unwilling to play the role of executioner due to political opinions or other personal reasons, and refuse to sign the execution order, resulting in very few cases of actual execution in Japan.

Matsuo Kazushi may not be sentenced to death even if he looks like this, but this is exactly what he wants.

In other words, even if he really could have been sentenced to death, he would have been stopped by Suemitsu Sosuke.

Death is too easy for him.

"Prison suits you very well." Suemitsu Sosuke didn't even raise his eyebrows because of what the other party said. He waited until the man finished roaring like a madman before he spoke, stating the facts, "To be honest, I don't want you to be executed."

Suemitsu Sosuke leaned down, grabbed the collar and pulled the other party up a little, then lowered his eyes to look into his eyes, and his voice was rarely soft and gentle.

"Matsuo Kazushi, how does it feel to fall from a height?" Those ugly eyes darkened a little bit, high buildings collapsed, mountains collapsed, and after finally returning to the despair of true death and the unwillingness of a wildfire, Suemitsu Sosuke smiled and let go of the hand that was grabbing the other party's collar.

"...for the next few decades, until your death. You can slowly savor this feeling in prison."

It's not a death sentence, nor is it being shot on the spot, but losing all dignity, being trapped in a prison without any hope, and using your whole life to atone for your actions.

This should be the ending for such scum.

Matsuo Kazushi's hand that was pulling his trousers slipped down little by little, and finally fell to the ground unable to support himself.

"Let's go."

Suemitsu Sosuke said, and the man behind him, who had been acting as a silent background board since just now, nodded without saying a word this time, pushed the wheelchair and turned to leave.

"His?"

A strange and hoarse voice came from behind.

A centipede is dead but not stiff. This probably describes this kind of person. The man didn't want to pay attention anymore. Okiya Subaru seemed to sense what the man in the wheelchair meant, and he didn't hesitate at all.

"Is the coat you're wearing his?"

Okiya Subaru stopped moving, not because of this sentence, but because he saw Suemikatsu Sosuke, who was sitting in the wheelchair, stop moving and turn his head to look behind him.

Finally attracting his attention again, Matsuo Kazushi finally smiled a little and said complacently, "I remember now, he was not killed by the explosion, how did he die... Yes! He held you in his arms, and didn't let go even when his back was beaten like a sieve. Did he say any last words to you?" "

How does it feel to be alive? Climbing up on the corpse of your companion, using his life to exchange for the chance to live like a reptile..."

Matsuo Kazushi's malicious eyes were glued to him, trying to see something from the other's expression.

Fear, anger, sadness, or pain, anything.

But there was nothing.

Suemitsu Sosuke turned to look at him, his expression still calm, until he heard the last sentence and then he slightly raised his eyebrows, as if asking him if he had finished. After confirming that he had nothing else to say, the man turned his head and continued to be pushed forward.

More vicious curses and attacks came out of Matsuo Kazushi's mouth. He was held down several times by the police who hurriedly stopped him, but he still did not stop. However, the man did not react at all. He was pushed by the pink-haired guy and disappeared little by little.

In a way, the man was like an elementary school student who yelled at others. If he got a response, no matter what the content was, he would get a slight sense of satisfaction from it.

The best way is probably to ignore it. He didn't want to pay attention to this lunatic anymore.

"Go to the stern." Blocking out the voices behind him, Suemitsu Sosuke said to the man behind him, apparently already treating him as a 'driver'.

How could there be no response? !

All of Matsuo Kazushi's reluctance and malice turned into intense despair the moment Suemitsu Sosuke completely disappeared from his sight. He stared blankly at the place where the man last left with his red and terrifying eyes wide open, until another team of police came and roughly dragged him to the temporary detention area on the ship.

When the shouting behind him finally disappeared, the cigarette that Suemitsu Sosuke had been holding between his fingers finally burned to the end.

The damp water vapor diffused the chill in the wind. This was already the stern of the ship. The rescued passengers were now resting in the cabins, and the few injured were transferred to the infirmary. The police gathered at the bow, and few people came to the stern.

He took a breath of the moist sea breeze, and the itching in his throat finally subsided a little, along with the pain in his lungs. The man focused all his attention on the calm sea in the distance, but he didn't notice that Okiya Subaru and the little boy who followed him secretly were always looking at him.

"Mr. Suemitsu, let's go back to the cabin." Seeing that the other's exposed skin was shivering slightly, Okiya Subaru couldn't help but ask, "Your clothes are too little, not suitable for the temperature at night."

The man ignored him. The graduate student frowned slightly because of this stubborn behavior that didn't take care of his body. When he spoke again, his voice was slightly higher, "Mr. Suemitsu?"

"... Are you talking to me?"

When Suemitsu Sosuke turned his head, the pink-haired man suddenly realized that something was wrong. The other's eyes were covered with a layer of gray light, and he turned his head to look at himself with a little confusion.

Then, he pointed his finger at his ear, and the smile at the corner of his mouth was a little weird, mixed with a few strange madness, "Sorry, I didn't hear it clearly. Too many people are talking."

PTSD.

Subaru Okiya reacted instantly.

Judging from the man's appearance, he was probably used to the auditory hallucinations that would come up from time to time. And... the man opened his dark green eyes, looked at the other person, and searched for himself in a daze.

It should be accompanied by hallucinations, so that he could no longer see the things in front of him clearly.

The ace agent made a rational assessment in his mind, and opened his mouth several times, wanting to repeat what the man had not heard just now, but he couldn't say it.

For a while, there was only the sound of the whistling sea breeze, until he finished the next cigarette bit by bit and felt the sound in his ears gradually fade away, then Suemitsu Sosuke raised his head again.

The man smiled, handed the cigarette box and lighter with the last cigarette left, and returned his gaze to the sea. "Long time no see, Akai-kun."

"......?"

Okiya Subaru paused, and the smooth lighter almost slipped from his hand. He suddenly opened his eyes, and surprise flashed in his dark green eyes. After the brief surprise faded, the man couldn't help but smile helplessly, "...You are still the same."

Many years have passed. Obviously, I didn't recognize him at the first time when I met him, but now when I talk to him, it seems to be back to the time of the cooperative mission. Recalling the guidance of the man who was considered my predecessor at that time, even though Suemitsu Sosuke was only three years older than him, the person whose identity was directly exposed still chose honorifics.

Just like then.

Conan Edogawa's reaction was even greater than his own. He looked around. After Suemitsu Sosuke's identity was exposed, he simply did not suppress his extremely strong curiosity like in the previous case. He approached him capriciously like a child, put his arms and face on the armrest of the man's wheelchair, and asked with wide eyes, "How did Mr. Suemitsu know that?"

From his previous performance, this Mr. Suemitsu was not a good-tempered person, but the boy's intuition was that he was in a good mood now, and no matter what he asked, he might get a response.

Sure enough, he got a response before he had to wait for long.

"He's a sniper." Suemitsu Sosuke didn't beat around the bush and explained directly, "He came to deliver beef stew for no apparent reason. He probably thought I looked familiar, but he didn't have any clues."

He looked at the boy's face, which looked particularly round because of this posture, and his fingertips began to itch slightly again. He

wanted to pinch it.

"Sniper, met him before, green eyes... likes coffee, has a smoking habit, and is left-handed." His voice was a little amused, "The only person I can think of is this ace agent... and at that time, I was impressed by you."

The man no longer hid his dark green eyes, and his eyes also contained a smile similar to the other party.

The two of them just met by chance, but when they happened to meet, one was young and the other was full of vigor and vitality, which was very different from now, so different that even he could hardly remember it. But when he saw the people at that time again, he always recalled many things at that time, as if the old people and stories gently brushed his cheeks.

This feeling is hard not to arouse the most gentle smile.

Okiya Subaru stretched out his hand and pressed his neck. When he spoke again, it was Akai Shuichi's voice, "Impressive?"

He was really a little curious about why this special police officer was impressed by him.

"Good shooting skills?" the man recalled. Before the other party could respond, Suemitsu Sosuke waved his hand and denied the answer with a smile, "Actually, it's because you come to the training ground every day to buy coffee, and your hairstyle is very unique."

Because the distance was too far, his teammates mistook him for a female agent, and he worked harder in training those days. Later, when he found out that the other party was actually a cold-faced cool guy with long hair, his crying could even be heard by the captain next door.

'Captain Suemitsu! '

'Captain——'

'Sousuke. '

The familiar voice exploded in his ears again, as if even the eardrum began to vibrate, and the ear canal and cerebral cortex also began to hurt.

The smile on Suemitsu Sosuke's face froze, and he hid his shaking hands in his sleeves without leaving any trace.

It's annoying, this feeling of being dominated by unknown emotions every moment is annoying.

He lowered his eyes, and his long eyelashes covered the light in his eyes again.

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