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Three days later, the Japanese airport.

FBI planes descend from the sky.

Akai Shuichi had his own considerations, so it was still Judy and Kamel who sent him back this time.

"See you next time, Police Officer Hirashima." Seeing Hirashima Yoshi who was picked up by the Japanese police, Judy waved her hand, "I hope you will not use a wheelchair when you come to the United States next time. There are many interesting things in the United States. A wheelchair is a Can't experience it."

After a week of "treatment" in the United States, the Japanese police can finally announce that Hirashima's injury has slowed down, from severe bone fracture to mild bone fracture.

It's just that the wheelchair can't get rid of it.

Sitting in a wheelchair, Hirashima almost went crazy.

He stayed in the United States for a week, and he was in a wheelchair for a week. Although Akai Shuichi pushed the wheelchair for him, letting Akai Shuichi push the wheelchair meant that he couldn't escape the three meals a day according to the morning, noon and evening.

"I... I'll try my best..." Seeing Judy who had been happy since Akai Hideichi recovered, Hirashimayo twitched the corners of his mouth.

——As long as Akai Shuichi does not give up the idea of ​​making tonic soup for him, he will not consider going to the United States for a day.

But unfortunately, Judy didn't know what Hirashima Yang was thinking.

She just looked down at the watch in her hand, "Then we'll go back, Officer Hirashima."

Hirashimayo nodded.

A few minutes later, the plane door slowly closed, and the FBI plane took off from the ground.

Seeing this, Ping Daoyang quickly got up from the wheelchair.

"...Officer Hirashima?" Takagi Tsutomu, who was pushing the wheelchair to leave, was confused.

"I'll go for a walk, go out later and sit back." Ping Daoyang waved his hand, "I've been in a wheelchair for too long, and I want to move."

Unexpectedly, upon hearing this, Takagi She put on a shocked face.

Hirashima Yang: "..."

Hirashima Yang: "."

He slapped Gao Mushe on the back of the head, "I thought I just didn't like to move, not that I didn't want to move at all?"

Takagi was aggrieved, "But senior, don't you sit when you can lie down all the time, and don't stand when you can sit."

"...Forget it, why am I talking to you about this." Ping Daoyang sighed, "In short, there is no one at the airport right now, so let me walk for a while."

Then he moved his legs.

The scenery at the airport is actually not bad. After the clearing, it is empty and quiet, with stars twinkling overhead.Hirashimayo didn't leave after walking around, just stood there, staring up at the night sky.

But before he could look at it for a few minutes, he was grabbed by a hand, and then forcibly pulled back onto the wheelchair.

That hand wrapped his entire shoulder with one hand, and the temperature was scorching hot. Hirashima Yang looked up along the hand, and found that it was Itahang with a disguised face.

And Date Airlines was followed by Matsuda Jinpei and Hagiwara Kenji.

"Be careful of your injury." Itahang's expression was full of disapproval, "Your bone fracture is not really healed."

Injury to the muscles and bones is never something that can be healed in three or two days. No matter how much he claims to be cured, Ping Daoyang's mild fracture is still there.

"I'm just walking." Even after saying this, Hirashima Yang sat back on the wheelchair obediently, unfolded the blanket that Hagiwara handed over, and spread it on his legs. "Sitting in a wheelchair is hard work."

Matsuda Jin, who took over the work of pushing the wheelchair, gave him a flat look, "What's not hard work for your body? Continue to run after the injury is healed, understand?"

Hirashima Yang covered his ears, pretending that he didn't hear.

"Okay, let's not talk about this for now." Hagiwara Kenji smiled, "Should we go to the Metropolitan Police Department first, or go home and rectify first?"

But they didn't have time to go to the Metropolitan Police Department, and they didn't have time to go home to rectify.

The moment they stepped out of the gate, Hirashima's cell phone vibrated in his pocket.

The wheelchair stopped, and he took out his mobile phone from his pocket. The caller on the screen showed the police officer Kazumi from the Public Security Bureau.

The man answered the phone, "Hello."

"Um, is that Police Officer Hirashima?" Kazami Yuya on the other end of the phone had a sad face, "Excuse me, have you returned to Japan?"

He had never heard such a sad tone before, and Ping Daoyang's heart skipped a beat.

He said solemnly, "We have arrived in Japan."

——I can call him to find him, not to mention Jiang Gu Ling who is still in the Public Security Bureau and the others have an accident.

"It's like this," on the other end of the phone, Kazami wiped his sweat and sorted out his words. "We didn't get in touch with Police Officer Yida just now, but we need them to come to the Public Security Bureau and cooperate with us."

As he spoke, he glanced at Jiang Gu Ling, who was covered by dark clouds, and Zhu Fu Jingguang, who had just bandaged his wound and was now sleeping. "Mr. Jiang Gu and the others are not in a good condition..."

Hirashima Yang couldn't hear the second half of the conversation.

Because Date Air snatched his mobile phone.

"What did you say?" Itahang's hands holding the handle of the wheelchair bulged, and the chair creaked, "What happened to Jiangu and the others?!"

*

Half an hour later, the Public Security Department's jail. Imprisonment. Room.

Jiang Gu Ling was sitting on the chair in the prison room, and Zhu Fu Jingguang was still sleeping on the bed next to him.

Keir was picked up by the CIA a long time ago, and they would ask the FBI for instructions on how to remove the brainwashing. They would not bother the Japanese police, so now there are only the two of them in the prison.

It's just that even if the brainwashing was lifted, the Japanese police did not choose to untie the shackles on them.Even their guards are stricter than before, and the police are guarding the confinement room 24 hours a day—for fear that the two of them cannot accept the status quo and choose to commit suicide.

"Mr. Jianggu, it's not your fault." Feng Jian stood in the prison cell at a loss, squeezed the dead skin on his lips, swallowed a mouthful of saliva to moisten his smoky throat, and started today's countless The second persuasion, "It's all the black organization's fault, and you are all victims too, don't torture yourself like this."

Ke Jiang Gu Ling just raised his head, silently staring at the lamp above his head.

A huge incandescent lamp was hanging there, the light was pale and dazzling, causing Jiang Guling to burst into tears.

This is what Ping Daoyang and the others saw when they hurried over.

"Kazemi," the policeman who followed pushed open the door of the prison room, and waved to Kazami who was in a hurry inside, "Don't disturb them, we should leave here."

Kazami turned around quickly.

After seeing Itahang and others coming in, the man breathed a sigh of relief, put the handkerchief back into his pocket, wiped the sweat on his forehead that was forced out by Jiang Gu Ling's tears, bent down and bowed, "Then I will trouble you."

Then he walked away with the police in a frivolous manner.

In just a few minutes, there were only six of them left in the prison room.

Ping Daoyang felt that he had no place to speak here, so he found a corner to stay at random.

And Date Hang and the others looked at Fugu Ling on the chair.

The baby face that hasn't changed much since the police academy has been reduced a lot in just a few days, and now it is blue and black, with bloodshot eyes and chapped lips.

"Zero." Date Air slowed down, "You haven't seen each other for so long, don't you want to say something to us? For example, long time no see or something like that?"

Listening to the words of his friend at the same time, Jiang Guling's chest was congested and he panicked.

He lowered his head almost as if evading, and the unwiped tears fell on his legs with gravity, leaving dark water marks.

And behind him, the pair of hands that were already tightly clenched suddenly clenched again, and a touch of red leaked from between the fingers.

In fact, when he decided to go undercover in the organization as "Toru Amuro", he knew clearly that in the black organization, even as an intelligence officer, he would inevitably have to go on missions, and his hands would inevitably be stained with blood no matter what.

But he obviously had prepared his mind well before setting off——

Such developments and results could not have been anticipated.

The bright red blood in the memory is burning all the time, like a curse, and the content of the curse is the innocent people, high-ranking officials and dignitaries, the rich and the rich...even the police colleagues who fell down with his gunfire.

The next moment, the red drips from Jiang Gu Ling's hand fell, and hit the ground together with tears, making a slight sound.

Then the sound became louder and denser.

It was the first time this man cried so embarrassingly since he grew up.He bowed his head, his blond hair was disheveled, and his shoulders were shaking.

"I, I'm not—don't call me by my name!" Jiang Gu Ling spoke incoherently, "I killed so many people, oh, they're all me—cough!"

Before Fugu Zero could finish his sentence, Matsuda Jinpei's fist had already come up, and he let out a choking cough.

Seeing the blood under Furutani Rei's nose, Matsuda wiped his fist expressionlessly.

The curly-haired man threw down the blood-stained tissue and said in a flat tone, "Hold back your tears, golden-haired bastard."

"Is it time to cry now?" He angrily tugged on Jiang Guling's collar, almost pulling him up from the chair with such force.

"Let me ask you, are you done with your work?!"

So Yugu Rei fell silent, and looked at Matsuda Jinhei.

After a while, the blond man turned his head away first, with tears and blood mixed on his face.

"I know I'm not done yet," he said. "I just...I just can't let it go."

Righteousness, future, weighing pros and cons, right, wrong, valuable, worthless, sacrificing a small part to keep the majority——

Those great truths have been talked about over and over again, and it has been said for more than ten or twenty years, and it is almost dead, but who can easily let go of so many lives?

Hirashima Yang just watched silently from the side.

The next moment, his phone vibrated again.

Hirashima Yang lowered his head and took out his cell phone.

[Mr. Hirashima, I detected your mood swings, are you unhappy? ]

The text message from Noah's Ark was lying on the screen. Ping Daoyang glanced at it, but did not answer, but turned to look at Zhu Fu Jingguang lying on the bed beside him.

This cat-eyed man was the same as his black skin at the same time, his eyes were black and blue, and he couldn't sleep well even if he fell asleep. There was even a gauze wrapped around his forehead, and there were bloodstains on it.

And on the chair in the center of the prison room, the form was in chaos.

"Xiao Jinpei, let go of Xiao Fuguya first." Hagiwara Kenji grabbed Matsuda Jinpei's arm and pressed down hard, trying to make Matsuda Jinpei let go first, "Xiao Fuguya just can't think about it for a while, and he will soon alright."

While talking, he also shed tears, "After all, Xiao Jianggu is so dedicated, right, let's give him a little more time."

As a result, the entire prison room fell silent, and people could only hear the sound of tears hitting the ground.

Looking at all these, Ping Daoyang retracted his eyes and pressed the phone, [I just suddenly realized that this is a life-and-death struggle, between me and Weique, one person is doomed to die in the future. ]

His fingertips tapped on the screen, making a slight sound.

[Wei Sparrow and Tokikawa Toru are also completely different, it doesn't make sense to stay in the past, I have to catch him or kill him. ]

Then the man seemed to want to press something more, but before he could press it, his cell phone, which hadn't stopped this night, rang again.

After glancing at the number, Hirashima Yang picked up the phone.

"Hi, boss." He lowered his voice, "We are now in the Public Security Bureau."

"I know you are in the Public Security Bureau." Mu Mu Shisan didn't talk nonsense, "You come back from the Public Security Bureau first, and leave Yida and the others over there. There is a case here that needs you to investigate."

Then Mu Mushisan paused, as if he had done a lot of psychological construction, "Shota Mizutani's child died, he died in a mental hospital."

who died?

Suspecting that he heard it wrong, Hirashima Yang rubbed his ears, "Boss, tell me again, who died in the mental hospital?"

"Shota Mizutani." Mu Mushisan flipped through the transcript that appeared topsy-turvy due to the alarm caller's panic, and scanned the past at a glance, finally staying on the description of the scene. "The police said—"

"In the room where the child lives, your name is written all over it."

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The author has something to say:

Zero Zero and Jing Guang will cheer up soon.

PS: I remember that 73 said in the interview that the undercover team has no sharks (there are sharks privately in this article), and I was really shocked...