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Everyone in the conference room looked at him.

Mu Moshisan was a little puzzled, "Tell me, what should I do..." What can I do?

It's a pity that before Mu Mu Shisan could finish speaking, he was interrupted with "I disagree".

Mu Mu Shisan looked sideways, and it was Itahang who made the sound.

"You really want to do this?" No matter what his boss thought, Itahang frowned and looked at Ping Daoyang, "How are you going to deal with Weique by yourself?"

Ping Daoyang and Weique, one is a little more than 1.7 meters, and the other is nearly [-] meters. Their physical fitness is not at the same level. In addition, Pingdaoyang is still injured. It is simply unrealistic to hold Weique alone!

It was only then that Mu Mu Shisan realized what Ping Daoyang meant when he said there was a way.

He hurriedly got up from the chair and slammed the table, "You are crazy, you are going to be a bait?! We can think of another way! With so many people chasing and intercepting, it is better than you used to drag the members of the black organization Bar!"

And following Mu Mu Shisan's movements, the chair under him moved backward twice violently, and the legs of the chair rubbed against the ground making a few ear-piercing sounds.

"Boss, calm down." Ping Daoyang raised his hands and rubbed his ears to ease the tinnitus, and said. "That's the safest way."

"After all," he said, "the sparrow was watching me all the time."

Ping Daoyang looked at Mu Mu Shisan, "Wei Que thinks that the world is false, and he is obsessed with sending me out. So he will never let this opportunity go, even if it is a trap."

"So." He said lightly, "Just do as I say, there should be a break between me and Weique."

The whole conference room fell silent.

The window of the meeting room was open at the moment, and a breeze came from the window, blowing the broken hair on Hirashima Yang's forehead, revealing the whole picture of those golden eyes.

Looking at the few people standing in the meeting room, Kuroda Hei was silent for a while, then got up from his chair.

"What kind of cooperation do we need from the police?" He asked Ping Daoyang in a low voice, "Do you need us to send snipers or intelligence personnel to follow the whole process?"

...This is, you approve of such an action? !

At that moment, the pupils of Furutani Zero, who was watching, constricted.

He turned his head almost immediately following the voice, facing Heibei Kuroda's face, his eyes panicked, and his tone was anxious: "Director Kuroda?!"

At the same time, Mu Mu Shisan also shouted.

Just facing this sight, Kuroda Heiwei remained unmoved, he looked at Rei Furutani who was as stiff as a cat, his expression remained unchanged, but the words in his mouth were directed at two people.

"Megure police department, Fuguya." Kuroda Bingwei said in a calm tone, "Withdraw too much emotion, we are now talking about how to arrest members of the black organization, if there is no better plan, we can only take this."

The police always walk with death in this way. The public interest, the safety of the people, and the rights of the people are more important than their own lives.

And the police here understand this.

So is his fall to zero.

The black-skinned man opened and closed his mouth twice, as if he wanted to say something, but in the end he just gritted his teeth, lowered his head, and sat back in the chair.

"For me, I have to go to Mihua Hospital." No one had any objections, Hirashima Yang cleared his throat, and answered Kuroda Hei's original question. "The bandage loosened during the investigation, and I need to go to the doctor again."

As he spoke, he looked up at Heiwei Kuroda again, and brought up another topic, "Director Kuroda, how many strongholds of the Black Organization have your police established so far?"

"Sixteen."

"Then please leave me a member of the organization in black. I need him to deliver a letter to Weique. The letter will be picked up at the hospital in a while."

Then Hirashima Yang walked towards the door of the conference room.

"Xiaoping Island, I'll send—huh?"

Hagiwara Kenji got up from the chair, and before he finished speaking, Matsuda Jinpei, who was sitting next to him, raised his hand to cover his mouth, and pressed it down forcibly.

Hagiwara Kenji looked at Matsuda Jinpei suspiciously, but saw Matsuda Jinpei winking at him, and then he leaned back a little to let him look at Jingguang Momoku who was sitting beside him with an unusual expression at the moment.

But Zhu Fu Jingguang didn't care about the small movements of his colleagues, he just stood up, nodded to his boss, and walked quickly to Ping Daoyang.

"Senior Hirashima, let me see you off."

Zhu Fu Jingguang reluctantly raised the corner of his mouth, and raised his hand to push open the door of the meeting room for Ping Daoyang.

Seven twenty-seven in the morning.

It's the morning rush hour, sitting on the co-pilot of the police car and staring at the vehicles rushing beside the car, Ping Daoyang finally couldn't help sighing amidst the anxious car horns in all directions.

"Officer Zhufu." He straightened up from the co-pilot and pointed to the traffic lights ahead. "It's been a long time since the green light."

Only then did Zhu Fu Jingguang recover from his own world.

Looking at the green light in front of him, he subconsciously stepped on the gas pedal with his left foot, then quickly let go of his foot and turned the steering wheel violently, allowing the police car to pass the green belt and stop firmly on the side of the road. The windshield was covered with fallen leaves .

"...Sorry." Looking at the leaves on the car window, Zhu Fu Jingguang dryly apologized.

This man's hand holding the steering wheel is white, and the anxiety and guilt all over his body are almost overflowing. Even his hair looks limp. cat.

Amused by the messy imagination in his mind, Hirashima Yang couldn't help laughing.

"Senior Pingdao?" Zhu Fu Jingguang turned his head blankly.

When Zhu Fu Jingguang looked over, he quickly restrained his smile, and stretched out a hand to the other side, "Is there any smoke?"

Zhu Fu Jingguang touched his pocket, searched for cigarettes and lighters and handed them over.

next moment--

"Crack."

It was the sound of a lighter being pressed.

Then the flames burst out.

Hirashima Yang lit the cigarette jerkyly, then put the lit cigarette in his mouth and dangled it.Gray smoke drifted into the police car, vaguely covering those eyes that were brightened by the firelight.

"Senior Pingdao doesn't know how to smoke?" Zhu Fu Jingguang asked involuntarily.

Ping Daoyang, who just wanted to watch the smog swirl and calm his heart, shook his head, and finally chose not to torture himself with cigarettes, and extinguished the cigarettes in the car ashtray.

"I'm not very good at it." He opened the car window to let the smoke escape, "You will?"

"I will." Zhu Fu Jingguang nodded.

During the brainwashing period, Scotland was smoking.

Probably because of Wei Sparrow's bad taste, he insisted on making a completely different setting from Zhu Fu Jingguang's under the skin. It is precisely because of this that Zhu Fu Jingguang's smoking posture has become very proficient now, and occasionally he will smoke when he is stressed. Come on one to unzip.

The smell of nicotine and tar is extremely faint because the cigarette is lit for a short time, and can only be faintly smelled when you slow down your breathing.

Feeling the faint smell of smoke in his nasal cavity, Zhu Fu Jingguang thought for a while and said, "Senior Pingdao, what do you think of me going instead of you?"

"Don't make trouble, Officer Zhufu," Ping Daoyang said flatly, "This is between me and Weique."

It's just that even if he refused, his voice was very soft, as if he was worried that Zhu Fu Jingguang would cry if his tone was too strong.

In fact, Zhu Fu Jingguang is really not in a good mood now.

Sensing the other party's somewhat surprised eyes on his eyes, Zhu Fu Jingguang quickly raised his hand to cover his reddened eye sockets.

——He was trying to control his emotions, but it didn't seem to be effective.

Hirashima Yang: "..."

Hirashima Yang: "."

Okay, this also needs to be treated in a psychological consultation room, and the symptoms of this seem to be much more serious than Shuichi Akai.

Since the release of brainwashing, the number of people suffering from mental illness has increased rapidly. Hirashima Yang originally wanted to explain the pros and cons, but all his words were stuck in his throat, and now he can't get up or down.

The fact that he and Weique are going to have a breakup has nothing to do with Zhu Fu Jingguang. Whether it is a broken bone or a broken bone, it is because of his own poor physical fitness, but this guy looks like he is really going to be crushed by guilt. collapsed.

... Is it feasible to find something for Zhu Fu Jingguang to divert his attention?

Thinking of this, the psychiatrist, who was working without a license again, pulled off Zhu Fu Jingguang's hand covering his face, looked directly into those sad eyes, and emphasized to him word by word: "I will not die."

Zhu Fu Jingguang lowered his eyes, his eyes fell on the bandages on Ping Daoyang's waist and abdomen, and subconsciously retorted: "But you..."

"I know what you want to say, but even if I'm injured, I won't die." Hirashima Yang slowed down his tone again, "I know you feel guilty about hurting me when you were unconscious. To make up for me, but our focus is not on this now, anyway, I didn't become a police officer by relying on my strength."

"We choose to become policemen to protect our lives." He turned sideways towards the driver's seat, reached out and patted Zhu Fu Jingguang's shoulder. , "Life is precious, and your life and mine are also included. Of course I know this truth, but I still choose to be that line of defense."

"And I've already chosen a retirement place for myself. It's in your Nagano County. I hope you can cook delicious food."

He smiled, "So don't act like I don't have a few days to live, Officer Zhu Fu?"

Zhu Fu Jingguang looked at him with shocked and inexplicable eyes who had never seen someone who made a joke about life and death so easily.

No one took over to make the car quiet again. In order to avoid the disapproving eyes that might appear next, Hirashima Yang simply flopped down on the passenger seat, closing his eyes and resting his mind.

Zhu Fu Jingguang cautiously asked, "...Senior?"

No one answered.

Hirashima Yang who opened the door didn't want to say a word, and wanted to go to the hospital as soon as possible.

Seeing Ping Daoyang's appearance, Zhu Fu Jingguang remained silent for a while in the driver's seat, and then restarted the car.

He compromised at the roar of the car, "What does Senior Hirashima like to eat? Sweets?"

After a long silence, he said again, "Forget it, tell me the answer to this question when you come back."