Ke Xue: A small wish list

A dark phantom rushed out of the trees, passed by several cars, then drifted on the spot, turned around, followed several cars, and several helicopters flew over the top of the cars.

The car continued to drive for a certain distance, then entered a small road and headed towards a certain village...

An hour later, the car stopped at the beach.

Gin got out of the car, opened the trunk, and a suitcase came into view...

Opening the suitcase, there were some normal casual clothes and sportswear inside. Gin frowned because he didn't see the black color he liked.

I like black, not only because of organizational requirements, but also because black is invisible when stained with blood, making it suitable for assassinations.

With no choice, Gin put on a set of sportswear and got into the passenger seat: "Let's go!"

After waiting for a long time without seeing the car move, Gin looked at the vodka next to him. Just one glance made Gin's pupils tremble: "How could it be!?"

Vodka sat upright in his seat, his head hung slightly, his hands tightly holding the steering wheel, blood spilled from the corner of his mouth, his face was pale...

Gin got out of the car, came outside the driver's seat, opened the door, put Vodka down in the car and took off Vodka's sunglasses: "Wake up!"

After calling for a long time, Vodka didn't wake up, so Gin shouted: "Vodka! Saburo! Uozuka Saburo!"

Vodka slowly opened his eyes: "Big...brother...ho...cough..."

The blood blocked Vodka's throat and made a whooshing sound...

Gin tore off Vodka's clothes, and a blood hole appeared in front of him. The blood dyed the bandage on Vodka's body red...

Time goes back to before leaving the warehouse.

Vodka hit the steering wheel hard, and the moment the car veered away, Shuichi Akai fired.

The bullet went through the trunk, through the back seat, and even through Vodka's chest...

Vodka groaned, and a trace of blood flowed from the corner of his mouth. He quickly turned the gear knob with his left hand, and his eyes under the sunglasses stared closely at the small slope ahead...

After escaping, I endured the increasingly blurred vision in front of my eyes and the cold feeling that slowly spread from my hands and feet. I got rid of the helicopter and came all the way to this remote port...

"Big... big brother..."

Gin hugged Vodka: "You shouldn't have come! You shouldn't have come..."

"Ho...uh...live...live...live...ho ho..."

Gin's eyes, which had been cold for a long time, slowly turned red: "I'm sorry..."

With trembling hands, Vodka took out a blood-stained box from his trouser pocket and handed it to Gin.

Gin held the box: "I will kill Akai Shuichi to avenge you! I will!"

Vodka grabbed Gin's hand and used his last strength to hold Gin's hand. The veins on the back of his hand popped out and were even trembling.

"Ho... let's go! Ho ho... get down!"

Vodka's eyes were wide open, and his round eyes seemed to bulge out of their sockets. What kind of eyes were those?

Anger, expectation, anxiety, worry and concern...

Vodka's hand loosened and slowly fell to the ground. His fiery heart finally lost the power to continue beating and slowly slowed down until it stopped.

Gin hugged Vodka tightly: "Uozuka Saburo..."

At midnight, Gin picked up Bodega's cooled body, put it on the passenger seat, and drove to a place.

A long time ago, Vodka hoped to be buried in a place where he could see the sea after death. He had heard that the sea could accept all the unbearable past, and maybe his soul could be accepted there...

Gin used the car's light to dig a grave where he could see the bay.

Gently put the vodka into the grave, put the sunglasses in the pocket of Vodka's chest, and thought about it before taking the sunglasses in his hand...

Standing on the edge of the grave pit, looking at the sleeping Vodka below, Gin's shoulders relaxed and he became a little more decadent.

After burying the grave, drive the car to a corner away from the vodka.

There was a suitcase at his feet, and in the distance was his beloved car that had been with him for a long time. When the thumb of his right hand pressed the switch in his hand, the car exploded with billowing smoke...

He tied up a silver single ponytail, a peaked cap, and a sports suit. He carried the suitcase in his left hand, turned around and walked towards the ferry, raised his right hand, and placed a pair of sunglasses gently in front of his eyes...

Vodka's voice seems to still be echoing in my ears: "Live...live..."

A few days later, at an airport in a certain country, a young man wearing casual clothes, short silver hair and sunglasses walked out of the airport and stopped a car with his hand: "Haitian Apartment!"

Turning to look at the sky, the blue sky was still blue and the white clouds were lingering. He murmured to himself: "I don't know how long I haven't seen the sky like this...vodka..."

Driver: "Does the guest want to drink?"

The young man was stunned for a moment, then nodded: "A little bit~"

Driver: "I know a bar with good quality and low price. Do you want to check it out?"

"Go and see!"

Driver: "Okay!"

The taxi passed by at high speed, picking up a few withered yellow leaves...

As night fell, he sat on the balcony of the hotel, a cigarette dangling from the corner of his mouth, and a sterling silver lighter in his right hand, staring at the lighter in a daze.

"Vodka..."

The big ship of the organization has now completely turned into a dilapidated sampan. Most of the codename members died and escaped. Fortunately, the data room has been burned by Belmod, so I can save the gin and go back. Cleaned up.

There was a knock on the door...

He asked coldly: "Who?"

Hotel owner: "Gudong~ Guest...Guest, I want to ask if you need room service..."

"……unnecessary!"

Hotel owner: "... Then you can rest..."

Then there was the sound of footsteps quickly going downstairs, gradually getting further away...

Gin, who had returned to his real name Kurosawa Jin, sat back down again. His killer instinct told him that he should stand behind the door and at least have a weapon in his hand.

He placed the dagger casually on the coffee table, lit a cigarette, and took a deep breath. Then there was a long silence, because he had no one to talk to. At least he had vodka by his side before, but now...

Japan, Ministry of Public Security.

Toru Amuro put on the long-lost police uniform and walked in the long corridor, the bright light shining on the emblem on his shoulder...

Opening the door: "Report! Officer Zhu Fu Jingguang, Officer Yidahang, and Officer Jiang Guling request to return to the team!"

The policemen in the hall stood up and saluted. The Minister of Public Security said with tears in his eyes: "Welcome back to the team! First of all, police officer Zhu Fu Jingguang will be awarded first-class merit and enjoy the treatment of a martyr. Police officer Yi Dahang will receive second-class merit and enjoy the treatment of a martyr. The police officer will be demoted." Gu Ling received first-class merit and was promoted to police inspector!"

The other policemen paid their attention and watched Rei Fukiya step forward. The minister hung a medal on his chest. He held a box with a medal in his left and right hands and turned to look at the policemen below...

Unknowingly, his eyes turned red: "Jingguang...hang..."

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