At the bottom of the police academy, I conquered the first place in the police academy group

Why is Ley here?

Sang Yue felt that the air pressure around her suddenly dropped. The man in front of her was holding her face affectionately one second and preparing to kiss her, and the next second he was looking at the bedroom door with a murderous expression.

His shoulders were as hard as a rock, and all his muscles exuded a chilling aura, as if he was about to rush out to fight Ley in the next second.

The light in Sang Yue's room was on, and she was obviously not asleep. At this time, pretending to be dead would not fool Lai.

She was leaning against the wall on the right side of the door panel, tightly blocked by Amuro Toru.

Ley knocked louder and louder, perhaps bringing vodka and pisque over.

Sang Yue could only respond, "I'm here, just wait a moment."

Lai kept silent, Toru Amuro's complexion became worse and worse, and the tone in Sangyue's ear began to be strange: "Get rid of him, it's too much of a hindrance."

"Uh..." Sang Yue.

Don't do it, it will be useful in the future.

In fact, it is not impossible to let Ley come in directly, but the relationship between her and Toru Amuro at this moment is really unclear in one sentence or two, and Ley may not believe it.

The top secret of the public security identity cannot be revealed without the permission of the police department.

Although Ley reported their strange relationship, Gin might not believe it, but in order to avoid unnecessary trouble...

Forget it.

She whispered to Amuro Toru, "Hide yourself first."

He didn't move.

"Just for a while." Sang Yue patted him on the shoulder lightly, coaxing him nicely. "You don't want me to be suspected by Gin. If Ley says something, I will be in a bad situation."

Amuro Toru was moved, and he signaled Sang Yue to hurry up with his eyes.

Sang Yue nodded, and pointed to the separate bathroom next to her.

Sang Yue dared to open the door for Lai when she saw Toru Amuro go in and close the door.

He was still wearing the daytime windbreaker, the hem of which hung down on the outside of his slender legs, and swayed slightly as he walked in.

As soon as Ley came in, the first thing he did was to quickly scan Sang Yue's room with a very inconspicuous gaze just like Toru Amuro.

Is this the nature of undercover?

As soon as you come up, start collecting all kinds of useful information.

Sang Yue ignored him and motioned him to sit on the stool in the room: "Is there anything you want to discuss with me at this late hour?"

Ley sat in front of her, with his long legs folded, his face expressionless: "I would like to thank Miss Sigal for trusting me."

"Uh..." Sang Yue was a little puzzled.

"You have known Vodka for longer, and you always feel that Miss Higgle and Bourbon are more familiar. But why did you think of telling me about the monitor?"

Sang Yue is also easy to talk about: "I'll give you a chance to show off."

"So, has my performance reached the passing line?"

"Barely." Sang Yue spread her hands.

Ley took out a stack of folders from behind, pinched the top of the paper with his too plain fingertips, and shook it in front of Sang Yue: "So, if I have this thing, can my score reach the excellent line?" ?”

Sang Yue's eyes lit up, and then the piece of paper in Ley's hand.

On the paper is a black and white tone of some kind of social occasion, in which there are many men and women, of varying ages.

The girls are younger and the men are older, a group of people hugging and cuddling...it looks weird.

The print is not clear, and the smell of ink on it is still very strong, it seems that it has just been printed.

There are different nationalities in these groups.

There are Russians, some Asians, and Europeans and Americans.

Seems like a chaotic place where people from all over the world can go.

"What is this?" Sang Yue asked.

"A new 'Ragnarok club' has opened on Aijimi Pedestrian Street in the center of Moscow. This is Utkin's right arm, Andrei Kyle."

Ley's tone was soft, and when he lowered his head slightly, the special three-dimensional effect of the mixed race became clearer. He pointed at one of the bald men with a hideous pattern tattooed on the left half of his head with his fingertips and said. "it's him."

Sang Yue stared at his fingertips, looking at the bald head in the black and white photo.

Ley continued: "The 'Ragnarok' club was opened by Andre. After Utkin was arrested, he changed his name to Andrew Skell and lived in the United States for a while. He committed several crimes and returned to Russia to open this club. Home Clup."

Oh.

America.

It looks like you've arrived at your FBI's hometown.

No wonder you know so well.

"Andre was from 'Moitres' before, maybe he will know the whereabouts of the drug list, right?"

Sang Yue nodded, and took the printed black and white paper. "Okay, you go and investigate this clup. After all, Andre was a member of 'Moitres' before. He probably has a record with the Russian police and dare not appear often. I will give you a chance to collect information. I will make sure that An After Dere's show time, we'll squat him."

Ley didn't expect her to be so happy: "Don't you ask me where this information comes from?"

"It doesn't matter. You provided this information anyway. If you make a mistake, you will be blamed." Sang Yue looked at Andre's appearance and remembered it in her mind, and she didn't see Lai's strange eyes at all. "But if you really want to say, I can listen to it."

"Uh..." Ley.

The people in the organization are full of monsters and strange things. They are all problematic people recruited by the boss.

I don't know if this Miss Sigel is really so crazy, or maybe the city government has its own considerations.

Ley is more inclined to the last item. After all, he is one of the "seven children", so naturally it will not be too much.

Ley, who is as careful as dust, really doesn't understand this time.

Sang Yue was indeed very relieved of him.

Mr. FBI, who didn't want to take the blame, still told Sang Yue about the source of the information.

It was roughly because I knew a few American gangsters before, and these American gangsters happened to know Andre or something.

The source of the serious scriptures must have been given to him by the FBI, and what Lai said were all freshly made up things, and Sang Yue didn't forget to enter her brain.

"I got it, I got it, I'll tell Pisk about it tomorrow." Sang Yue waved at him, as if you'd better go.

Lai's green eyes started wandering around again, and finally landed on the bathroom door behind Sang Yue. His keen intuition made him get up and ask: "The faucet in my room is broken, can I borrow your bathroom?"

"No." Sang Yue didn't lift her head. "The bathroom is very private for me, not shared with others."

"Allright." Ley walked to the door with deep eyes.

He glanced at the closed door of Toru Amuro next door, and returned to his room without saying anything.

Sang Yue breathed a sigh of relief, looked at the photos provided by Lai, and began to plan this plan in her heart.

When she turned around, she saw Amuro walking out with a dark face.

Toru Amuro stood in front of her, and took the photo from her hand, "Lei is not a simple person, why do you trust him so much?"

Also told him about the monitor.Amuro asked in his heart.

Well, he is indeed not simple.

Sang Yue hesitated for a moment, but still didn't tell Amuro Toru that Lai was from the FBI.

According to Sang Yue's understanding of Toru Amuro, collecting evidence to prove Lay's FBI identity, but really can't find any evidence to lay a trap for him, to smear him as FBI and hand it over to the organization, so as to make himself a step further... He absolutely Can do it.

Sang Yue didn't say anything, and turned a deaf ear to Amuro Toru's reminder.

He shook the photo in his hand, the paper was flimsy, and there was a "da da" sound in the air: "Could it be that you are with him?"

This sentence made Sang Yue laugh a little.

Not to mention, from Amuro Toru's point of view, there is indeed such a possibility. He can see that there is a problem with Lai's identity, and Sang Yue's inexplicable trust in Lai is likely to belong to the same team.

"We are all in the same group, members of the organization." Sang Yue avoided saying it.

"Uh..." Amuro laughed angrily at her, and the black shadow came over. "You haven't answered me yet, why are you drinking?"

If Amuro didn't change the wine, these people probably should take Sang Yue to the hospital now.

His finger bones were long and slender, and the blood vessels on his chocolate-colored skin were clear and prominent, and the gauze on it was slightly stained with blood.

Sang Yue glanced at him: "Then tell me first, what happened to your hand?"

Amuro turned his face away, not looking at her face so as not to be agitated. "nothing."

"Nothing is fine, then go to the 'Ragnarok' club to collect information, you go with him."

She deliberately talked about other things, just not to mention her own drinking.

Toru Amuro didn't hesitate, and stood in front of her: "Do you want to drive me away before drinking?"

Sang Yue looked up at him helplessly, and assured him: "I won't drink anymore."

"Your promise has not been fulfilled." Toru Amuro's tight and narrow waist turned sideways, revealing a lean side without any fat.

You promised you wouldn't answer my calls, big liar.

Amuro snorted softly.

Sang Yue was a little overwhelmed by this irresistible attitude.

She pushed An Shitou out of the door: "If you don't believe me, pull it down, you hurry up, I don't know if someone will come again later."

Damn, the vibe is gone.

Is she mad?

An Shitou stood inside the door, Sang Yue pushed it a few times but did not push, he stretched out his hand to grab Sang Yue's palm, and put it in his arms through the thin gauze.

Sang Yue leaned over and listened to him leaning against her ear and speaking in a very low voice.

"This is the last time to trust your promise."

Sang Yue raised her eyes, looking at his melting clear eyebrows and tenderness.

His voice was gentle, like a feather passing by Sang Yue's ears: "If you lie to me again, I will do crazy things that make you feel terrible. This is definitely not a joke."

He can do it.

Sang Yue said in her heart.

In order to love her, Toru Amuro struggled with his sense of justice, and finally won the one called sinking.

Originally, he didn't intend to let her go so easily, but Kazami called Amuro Toru and made several calls, seeming very anxious.

After he returned to his room and connected the phone, Kazami's tone was very excited: "Mr. Furuya, you asked those members of the 'Moitres' who betrayed you to become your executors to find out something... ..."

Amuro was overjoyed, the haze accumulated in his heart for the past few days dissipated, and turned into a soft compliment: "Thank you for your hard work, Kazami."

"The thing that the Foreign Affairs and Intelligence Division wants..."

"Since the few of them have found that thing, if the Foreign Affairs Intelligence Division wants it, give it to them."

"Yes."

After getting Anshitou away, Sang Yue lay on the bed and started to be dazed.

There was still his breath in the room, and the dangerous ambiguous distance just now made her heart beat until now.

Cut, dare to threaten her.

Sang Yue turned on her cell phone and was about to tell Jing Guang about the file of the head of the Police Bureau, but just as she got the cell phone, it was Jing Guang who called first.

"The Security Planning Division brought over the 'Moitres' related materials."

Sang Yue was not surprised at all: "Understood, then give them the minister's file as well, remember to keep a backup."

Hearing Sang Yue's expected tone, Jing Guang vaguely understood something, and he gave a deep "hmm": "Okay, how are you there?"

"I'm fine. This time I have the highest organizational status among several people in Russia, and they all have to listen to me. No one dares to provoke me. The main thing is to be careful with SVR."

"That's good." Jing Guang's voice sounded a little strange, and he coughed a few times while talking to Sang Yue.

"you are sick?"

"It's okay, it's just that my throat is uncomfortable."

"Rest more."

"Well, I see, thank you for your concern, sir." After hanging up the phone.

With antipyretic stickers on his head, Jing Guang put down his cold cell phone and placed it on top of his mountain of documents, feeling slightly dazed.

It seems that the relationship has eased a little.

The corners of his mouth were slightly pursed, his face was very dark and tired due to the high fever all day, the water glass next to him had already cooled down, and the pills were scattered on the table.

20 hours of high-intensity work for three consecutive days is really not enough.

How come it doesn't feel better after eating?