The forum wrote the Shura field script for the real wine

The bullet pierced through the rain and shot into Akira Sakurai's waist. At that moment, he didn't feel the pain first, but the refreshment.

The feeling of tearing flesh and blood was very uncomfortable, but when Akira Sakurai turned his head to look at Gin holding a gun, the pain seemed insignificant.

The muzzle of the gun still smelled of gunpowder smoke. Qin Jiu saw that Akira Sakurai was deliberately blocking the target. He stared at Akira Sakurai's bleeding wound, put away the gun, and turned back to the car resolutely.

Akira Sakurai saw the undisguised sneer on Gin's cold-blooded face, the sparkle in his eyes was rippling, and he pulled out a satisfied smile.

Zhu Fu Jingguang didn't know why, but he didn't dare to say anything.

And Akira Sakurai tightly covered the wound. Seeing Zhu Fu Jingguang's pale face with a little worry, he said: "There is no serious injury. Your current situation is more serious than mine. Let's go, let's go back."

hospital.

Zhu Fu Jingguang's wound was infected, and the situation was more dangerous.

Akira Sakurai used his arm to block the bullet when it came, but the waist and abdomen were only scratched, and the blocking arm was penetrated by the bullet.

He also underwent surgery in the hospital, but when he walked out of the operating room, Zhu Fu Jingguang still hadn't come out of the operating room.

This hospital is a hospital under the name of the organization, and people from the organization come and go, so there is nothing to avoid.

Zhu Fu Jingguang's condition was not very good. He passed out after getting into the car, and he had been holding on with his mental strength before.

Akira Sakurai sat in the silent corridor. The medical staff who came and went were used to seeing the disabled in the organization. They knew that killing them was like eating, so they would not treat them as normal patients.

Akira Sakurai did not intend to rest, he still has some urgent matters to attend to.

And Zhu Fu Jingguang... Akira Sakurai looked up at the closed door of the operating room. His eyes were originally dark and unclear, but when he silently clenched the hand that fell to the side, his eyes became clear and firm again.

This time, he must let Zhu Fu Jingguang escape from this swamp that is getting deeper and deeper.

There was a flustered footstep in sight, Akira Sakurai looked up and saw the figure of Toru Amuro.

Amuro's footsteps paused, he first looked at Akira Sakurai who was sitting on the side, and then turned his head to follow Akira Sakurai's line of sight, the door of the operating room was flashing "the operation is in progress".

Toru Amuro asked in a deep voice, "How long has he been in?"

Akira Sakurai looked up with a calm face: "Six hours."

Toru Amuro suddenly lost his mind, and then he covered up the overly obvious worries. He nodded and calmly explained the follow-up things: "I have already handed over the documents to the organization, and the target Mr. Kurata has also been properly returned. place."

Akira Sakurai nodded slightly. The figure of Toru Amuro was illuminated by the lights outside the operating room, making him feel a little lonely and desolate. He only dared to take a closer look at it from the corner of his eye, silently comforting Toru Amuro with his cold eyes. A piece of restraint and calm the anxious heart.

Toru Amuro turned to speak again, and Sakurai retracted that cautious peripheral vision indiscriminately.

"Is the gin gone too?"

Toru Amuro didn't think that Gin was going to rescue them, but Cointreau, who had been following Gin in front of him, would certainly not tell Gin's true intentions.

After Amuro asked, he felt that he was too anxious and flustered, and a little out of proportion.

But he didn't expect to hear a reply from Cointreau: "Gin Jiu wants to directly deal with the target, Mr. Kurata."

As soon as these words came out, Toru Amuro was stunned for a while, and then he had an idea.

He pointed to this, and did not continue to ask.

And Akira Sakurai looked up at Toru Amuro's eyes full of deep meaning, his expression was unmoved, as if the hint he said was just a casual remark without any deep meaning: "Then, you wait here Scotland. I'm going first."

Amuro nodded, and then he spoke with natural concern in his voice: "That—— Cointreau, you should also pay attention to your wound."

Toru Amuro looked at Akira Sakurai's bandaged arm, and he changed out of the blood-stained clothes and put on a clean shirt.

When I looked around, I could only see wounds on his arms, but not on his waist and heart.

Akira Sakurai heard Toru Amuro calling him Cointreau with a familiar voice and tone.

He paused slightly as he walked away, then suddenly lowered his head and laughed silently, the light in his pink eyes gradually dimmed, replaced by calmness and indifference.

It is impossible for him to use this Cointreau identity to recognize Amuro Toru and Zhu Fu Jingguang.

He just wanted the new Sakurai Akira to live in their lives.

Akira Sakurai walked out of the hospital, and the black Porsche was parked in front of the hospital.

At this time, the time has come to the early morning, and the faint sunlight shines through the misty clouds, and the sky presents a fusion of day and night.

There is not much rain in the city, and there is only a thin layer of water on the ground.

Akira Sakurai walked a few steps, and then looked at the Porsche that was parked there motionless.

He walked over, and Vodka lowered the car window: "Boss wants you to get in the car."

Sakurai Akira remained silent, he didn't even move his eyes to look at the gin on the back seat, he spared the passenger side to open the car door, and sat in it.

Akira Sakurai got into the car, bringing in a smell of disinfectant and liquid medicine, and the air conditioner was blowing directly on Akira Sakurai, and the cold wind directly brought the smell to Gin.

Akira Sakurai raised his head slightly, and he saw Gin turn his head from the rearview mirror, with an expression of undisguised disgust on his face.

Vodka turned his head to look at Akira Sakurai's bandaged arm. He turned the vent of the air conditioner aside, and then he said to Gin, "Boss, did you turn off the air conditioner? Or open the window?"

Gin's voice was suddenly cold, and he sternly said, "Shut up and drive."

Akira Sakurai suddenly hooked his lips into a smile. He lazily raised his eyelids and looked at Gin from the rearview mirror. Gin seemed to know that he was looking at himself in the rearview mirror, so Gin's eyes were colder and harsher. He was like Stare away as if you were looking at something dead, and don't project your gaze into the rearview mirror.

But Sakurai knew it well, even if Gin didn't meet his eyes, he was very sure that the dead-like eyes were gifted to him.

Akira Sakurai crossed his arms, and he rested on the passenger seat.

His current strategy is, if Gin doesn't move, he won't move, if Gin doesn't talk, he won't say, he is colder and more silent than Gin.

Vodka drove the car out, and the interior of the car was extremely dull. The air-conditioning that permeated Gin's body and the smell of medicine from Akira Sakurai surrounded Vodka, who was concentrating on driving.

Vodka's hand holding the steering wheel moved slightly. How could Akira Sakurai who was sitting next to him be so calm? He dared to disobey the order of his elder brother?

Brother kills, he blocks the gun?

Vodka couldn't calm down in this eerily quiet car, and his mind was a little confused.

After Akira Sakurai got in the car, he thought that his elder brother would reprimand and punish Akira Sakurai, but he didn't expect Akira Sakurai to sit in the passenger seat in a grand manner, without even looking at Gin.

Looking at the hazy sky in front of the car through the sunglasses with vodka's eyes, he became more and more confused.

Especially when he heard Akira Sakurai casually making a hutch, his confusion was thicker than the fog on the road in front of him.

Because Gin hadn't said a word since seeing Akira Sakurai blocked the bullet he fired at the target.

A dog that has been domesticated since its infancy and has been kept at its feet suddenly bites its owner one day. Shouldn’t the owner put him on the chain again?

Gin didn't put the chain on Akira Sakurai again, but he didn't even wink at him, making him feel like a stray dog, and when he didn't have a home, he came back on his own initiative.

If Akira Sakurai hadn't experienced so many things that happened before, then he would be like that, self-loathing and self-criticism in loneliness, running back with the chain in his mouth and asking gin to re-fasten him.

At that time, he felt that being by Qin Jiu's side, shackles were his destination.

Now, he clearly knew that he was restrained by himself with a sick mind, and Gin didn't even need to take advantage of him to teach him how to be a dog.

Therefore, he wants to run away, and it is not bad to be a stray dog.

Or another owner?

After a while, Akira Sakurai realized why Gin wanted to get rid of the target Mr. Kurata immediately.

Akira Sakurai was called to the golf course by Rum. On the green lawn, an old man wearing a black hat was concentrating on observing the angle of the club. Akira Sakurai was stopped by tall bodyguards and searched.

Rum seemed to have eyes behind his back, and his voice came from the lawn: "There is no need to search. You treat the new blood in our organization like this, it is disrespectful to me."

The bodyguard stopped in an instant and stood aside solemnly.

Akira Sakurai saw Rum walking towards this side with a cue in hand, he bowed respectfully to Rum from a distance, and when Rum approached him, he bowed solemnly to say hello again.

"Mr. Rum, hello. This is Cointreau."

There was a gleam in Rum's eyes, as if he saw a room full of gold, but it was not joy but cunning.

"Countreau, you are very young. You have done a good job recently. What do you want? What do you want most among wealth, beauty, and power?"

Rum didn't hide his intentions, he grabbed Akira Sakurai's shoulder and asked.

Sakurai Akira paused, and he smiled heartily: "Beauty?"

Rum laughed wantonly. He didn't expect that the young man Cointreau looked docile and well-behaved, but he was just a wild dog. It seemed that he was not very safe under Gin's subordinates.

But this is where Rum wants to take advantage.

Akira Sakurai dealt with Rum's questioning until he looked up and saw someone approaching.

It turned out to be Mr. Kurata.

Akira Sakurai's eyes dimmed, Kurata came over, and even took the wine from the table beside him, he handed it to Rum, then looked at Akira Sakurai: "Do you want to drink?"

Rum readily took it, and Sakurai Akira stared at Kurata Anran's even relaxed and happy appearance, and he also smiled and nodded: "Mr. Kurata, hello."

Rum asked Kurata to develop a potion, and Gin wanted to destroy Rum's plan, and decided to deal with Kurata in advance, but was blocked by Akira Sakurai.

Right now, Rum is going to bring Akira Sakurai under his command.

Sakurai smiled and said, "I understand, Mr. Rum."