[Comprehensive] Pass me the fire

Soon, I followed Zhongya and left the chaotic, desolate place like a poor street, and came to the commercial street with people coming and going.

"Listen well," Zhongya said in a deep voice, telling me in an emotionless tone, "when you go in later, follow me, don't do unnecessary things, I will not miss anyone inside Kill them all. Then you go to their intelligence warehouse to see if there is anything you want-that's the plan anyway, hear me?"

I stood ten steps away from him behind Nakaya, and I didn't have time to answer his words—because I was entangled by other people.

A middle-aged man wearing a valuable suit, holding a briefcase, and writing "I am an elite" all over his face stopped me very actively, and asked politely: "Beautiful lady, where are you in this wind?" It is an honor in my life to meet you on Herili's day, may I have a chance to treat you to coffee?"

"Coffee?" I raised my hand and gently supported my chin with my fingers, with a somewhat embarrassed look on my face, "But I have something to do now..."

The middle-aged man eagerly took half a step forward, looked at me expectantly and longingly, and begged, "Don't worry, it won't take up too much of your time."

"...Okay," I hesitated for a moment, but reluctantly nodded and agreed, and said solemnly, "Then I want the most expensive one."

"Yes, yes! There is no problem—"

The middle-aged man made a joyful voice, and before he could finish his sentence, he was kicked by the expressionless Zhongya, and his whole body flew lightly to another street like a kite with a broken string. When it fell, it directly smashed through a wall.

I slowly turned my neck and watched the other person's body form an extremely beautiful arc in mid-air, and I couldn't help feeling a little disappointed: "Ah, my coffee..."

"What are you talking about?" Chuya walked up to me, but he didn't hear me clearly.

I turned my head to look at Chuya Nakahara, with no expression on my face, and said in a slightly unhappy tone: "Mr. Chuya, you kicked my coffee away. Please pay me back."

"Huh?! What are you upset about? I should be the one who is dissatisfied!" Nakaya raised his chin slightly towards me, fully showing the bright and dissatisfied emotions on his face in my sight, and he twisted hard Frowning, even the voice lowered: "I said you, you didn't listen to me seriously at all, did you? Didn't you let you follow me obediently?"

"Mr. Nakaya, I have been listening to you, and I have been following you," I replied, "but the gentleman accosted me, and I think it would be very rude to ignore it."

"And he bought me coffee," I couldn't help but exclaim, "how can there be such generous and nice people in the world?"

Chuya: "...that uncle is suspicious no matter how you look at it?!"

I tilted my head, not quite understanding: "Is it possible?"

He stared at me with scrutinizing eyes, and then he seemed to realize some important problem, the expression on his face was a bit serious, and finally said to me in an unquestionable and strong tone: "Remember, I will meet you in the future. This kind of guy who says something inexplicable and doesn't look like a good person, don't say a word, don't talk to him."

Hearing this, I nodded solemnly, then gave Nakaya a deep look, without saying anything, nor did I intend to answer him.

Zhong Ye: "..."

Chuya: "Do you want to die?"

"I don't want to die," I cast a gloomy glance in the direction of the poor gentleman who was kicked away, then turned my face to look at Zhongya, and said in a subtle tone, "I want to drink coffee."

Chuya was indifferent and didn't want to pay attention to my expression at all, but after I stared at him for a long time, the seemingly cold and hard expression on his face soon loosened vaguely.After a while, Chuya let out a "tsk", scratched his short ocher red hair a little irritably, and compromised: "...cut, what kind of drink do you want?"

I clenched my fist secretly and replied firmly, "The most expensive one."

The corners of Chuya's eyes twitched: "... You are too small to make an inch!"

I got my own coffee as I wished.Holding my coffee in my hand, I took a sip slowly - it was bitter and astringent, my tongue curled up unnaturally as if being tortured, with a paralyzed face, I took the coffee in my hand calmly A little farther away, he briefly commented: "It's so bitter."

Zhong also had a panoramic view of my movements, as if mocking me, and said: "Who told you not to add sugar or milk?" He paused, and then dropped the sentence "If you don't want to drink it, throw it away. "

I shook my head, looked at him seriously, and said, "I won't throw away what you bought for me."

Zhong also froze for a moment, turned his head away pretending to be careless, and said nothing.

I drank the bitter black coffee with a blank expression—although the taste is strange, and I don't know why some people like it, but it's still within my tolerance.I think my endurance is estimated to be surprisingly strong.

But next time you drink it, add some milk.I thought secretly in my heart.

I obediently followed Nakahara Chuya and passed a Chinese restaurant inadvertently.Just a few steps away, I retreated silently and silently to the door of the store, and focused all my attention on the signboard at the door of the store—it was a poster promoting food, on it What I got was a plate of pineapple sweet and sour pork with well-proportioned color, tender and crispy, and a strong aroma even in the poster.

Zhong also felt that something was wrong, and when he turned around, he saw me standing in the same place, unable to walk, and a vein popped out on my forehead for a moment, and said with a pause, "What are you looking at again?"

"...Mr. Chuya," I pointed to the promotional poster in front of me like a halo top, turned my face to look at Chuya Zhongyuan, and couldn't help saying in a slightly obsessed tone, "It's sweet and sour pork."

Zhong Ye: "..."

I stared at him motionlessly, and quietly said, "I want to eat sweet and sour pork."

Zhong also remained indifferent for a long time, but under my focused gaze, his expression still moved slightly, and he raised his hand to hold his soft ocher head helplessly, and said loudly as if giving up on himself: "I know! I know the head office. Bar?!"

"Ah, what is this? Takoyaki... Please don't look at me like that, Mr. Nakaya, I'm just talking casually, you don't need to buy it."

"..."

"Taiyaki looks so delicious. Of course, this is not what I want to eat. Mr. Nakaya, please don't get me wrong."

"..."

"I like chocolate-flavored ice cream. Mr. Nakaya likes it too, right?"

"..."

An hour later, holding bubble tea and biting the straw, I couldn't help sighing: "There are too many temptations on this street, but it is indeed a wonderful day. What do you think, Mr. Nakaya?"

Zhong didn't answer my words, just stared at his wallet silently, as if he was in some kind of deep thought.

I blinked, quietly moved over to take a look, and said in Gujing Wubo's voice, "Ah, the money is so little, Mr. Nakaya. It's so funny."

"...Damn it, who do you think spent it all?!" Zhongya immediately stuffed the wallet back into his arms, like a wild cat whose tail was accidentally stepped on, and instantly exploded.

I quickly said: "Mr. Chuya gave me the flowers. There is no kinder person in this world than Mr. Chuya. I thank Mr. Chuya from the bottom of my heart." The expressions on the phone are very sincere, "I will keep this kindness firmly in my heart, and I will never forget it in my life."

Chuya originally wanted to say something, but my words stuck in his throat, and he couldn't say it and was unwilling to swallow it back.He opened his mouth, with an embarrassed look on his face, and his tone slowly softened: "Forget it...you're welcome."

I turned my head: "Pfft."

Chuya: "——!!"

Chuya was almost pissed off, he stared at me fiercely several times, turned around and walked forward without saying a word, the speed was astonishingly fast, and he left me far behind in an instant.

"Mr. Chuya..." I suddenly remembered something and tried to stop him.

"Don't call me!" Zhong didn't mean to look back, he was sulking all by himself, "No matter what you say, I will never buy it again! Absolutely, absolutely never again!!"

"No, what I mean is," I pointed to the solemn building in front of me, and reminded him, "The police station has arrived, where are you going, Mr. Nakaya?"

Zhong Ye: "..."

Zhongyuan Zhong also had a bad expression on his face, and he happened to cast all his fire on the unlucky military policeman. He walked into the police station and started beating people without saying a word. The poor military policeman was kicked in without saying a word. Inside the wall, the scene can almost be described as miserable—a large number of heavily armed military police were beaten helplessly by Zhongya Zhongya alone, and the latter didn't even take his hands out of his trouser pockets.

I opened my eyes and looked at the fierce battle in front of me expressionlessly—if a one-sided hanging can be counted as a battle—scene, I slowly bit my straw and drank pearl milk tea, gurgling and gurgling.Icy, sweet, delicious.

"This ability to manipulate gravity is—" One of the military police who was kicked to the ground did not pass out on the spot. He fell to the ground and flinched back again and again, with a shocked expression, "The king of sheep, sheep!!"

Afterwards, his eyes shifted to me, and his expression was even more shocked: "You are also a [sheep] person to be able to follow the king of sheep?! There are rumors that the king of sheep suddenly brought a woman into the organization Li... wait, could it be that you are the queen of sheep—"

Before he could finish his sentence, he was stepped into the ground by Zhong Yuan Zhong Ye and was brutally beaten.It's too miserable. After being beaten like this, it's almost ready to be buried with dirt.

"What was he talking about just now?" I couldn't hear clearly, so I had to ask Zhongya a little strangely.

I don't know if it was because of anger or because the beating was so hard that the blood surged up, Chuya's face was flushed, and he perfunctorily said to me in a hard tone: "Nothing, nothing!"

I said "Oh" and stopped asking with a very winky look.

The military police were also casually dealt with by the Central Plains, and I took this opportunity to hack into their intelligence database.

Although I still didn't find information about myself, but soon, I noticed another person.

This man had a face almost exactly like mine, smiling but exuding a frightening gloom.According to the intelligence, he is a Chinese-Russian. He was active in Siberia and Eastern Europe in his early years. He belonged to the military organization [Amalgam]. Huge assets, with an astonishing amount of investment in Yokohama, and trade with various illegal organizations such as the Port Mafia, Takase Club, and GSS.

There are countless crimes committed, and there are not a few wars planned by one hand.I looked at his long and bloody resume, and thought for no reason: it would be the greatest injustice for such a man like a ghost to still live in this world, why didn't he die?

However, such a man disappeared inexplicably.He was last seen in the Port Mafia, meeting with the leader Mori Ogai.

In the huge text information, my attention is always focused on a few short words.It was these few words that gave me a vague and expected understanding of my own origin.

This man has a sister.

The author has something to say: Remind those little angels who haven't read the first part, sister Qin has an older brother!He is a scum, but he will not be written here so he can be skipped

He just showed up to give Qinmei an inheritance (

Compared to Jae Zhiruo, I want to look forward to Ango's appearance!It's so lonely without a Qin girl! !

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