"I have no hatred for you..."

In fact, from a strict or loose point of view, I am not a good person.

For example, when I first became an ability user, even though I was awakened by the sea urchin head savior, I still became a member of the "Anbu" who secretly cleaned up the "garbage" of Academy City, and I don't know how much "garbage" was on my hands. of blood.

Another example is now, even if you know that assisting criminal groups in destroying corpses and traces is an illegal crime that no one will agree with under the current worldview, you still do it without any psychological burden, and even work and make friends to enjoy life naturally.

But I have actually met a lot of good people, and I have been touched by them countless times. That's why I use my unskilled martial arts to support the good people in the battles that they must win, and time and time again I step into death to save people.

But I don't want to die again, or wish I could die of unavoidable disease or old age.

So... When I first came to Mihua Town, I made up my mind not to hear about the affairs of the world, just to earn money and live a serious life.

But there is no way, I am a member of a criminal organization, and I cannot be alone.Working in a purely bad criminal organization will hurt your conscience, and surrendering to the police and saying "I didn't have a choice before, now I want to be a good person" may be used again.Until I got acquainted with Bourbon, Rye and Scotland, and of course Matsuda and Hagiwara, now I find that I seem to be walking on the same old road that I have walked countless times.

But this time, my desire to live is very strong. After all, the last Christmas Eve was the one I spent with Ley. I just paid off the debts owed by the system, and at the end of this year, I will get another one billion .

By the way, there was also a free mission last Christmas Eve. I was asked to steal the small notebook that Curacao carried with me. I chose to give up for the sake of my life.

But... there are always people who make me unable to live.

so tired.

When Gin called me away, I was chatting with Hideyoshi Haneda who I met by chance again. I just heard him say that he also has an older brother and a younger sister. I immediately matched these two with the Rai brothers and sisters. Number.But he also said that their family is of Japanese-English mixed race, but I always think that Ley is American... which is a bit contradictory.

"Got it, I'm going to ask Ms. Mizumu for a leave first." After saying that, I hung up the phone, bid farewell to this talented chess player, and ran out with the documents in my hand tightly.

Why did Gin find me all of a sudden?Is it because there are not enough people for missions for me to make up the number?Or……

On the way to leave the TV station after explaining the situation to Gere, I called Bourbon, but before I got through, I walked to the door and saw a pure black Porsche 356A on the side of the road.Looking at Belmode waiting by the car, I sighed in my heart and hung up the phone.

This is the second time I've been in this car, and it's different from the last time. This time, I don't know what he wants to do. Since there is Belmode, how can there be tasks that require me——

"Poor little girl." Belmode tilted his head and looked at me with loving eyes, "I hope you make the right choice."

"……what?"

"Love is just an adjustment to life, if you understand that..."

She didn't say any more and stepped aside to let me get in the car.

Eh... If it's related to love, it should be Bourbon and Ley, but she said choice again, does she want me to choose one of the two, or...

The phone rang suddenly, it was Gin Jiu who received the call, and within a few seconds after he answered it, he nodded to the driver Vodka, and then the driving car quickly turned around.

I started to have a bad feeling.

Meanwhile, I got a message from Rum who said the same thing as Belmode.

"Hope you made the right choice."

·

Ley... damn it.

I was sitting softly on the ground of the abandoned warehouse, my body was injected with a small amount of liquid that was probably a muscle relaxant, and my left wrist was bound to a huge metal bracket, hanging almost above my head.Gin put on the handcuffs for me with his own hands. When I pressed the fan teeth, they were very hard, and they were fastened so tightly that I was scratched with blood stains almost without moving my wrists.

Next to the shelf, out of my reach, was a remotely operated bomb|bomb, next to it were several barrels of kerosene, and a large amount of flammable materials in the warehouse.

In front of him was the camera set up by Vodka just now, and he himself was probably watching at the end receiving the signal.

I wasn't searched, Gin must have thought it was unnecessary--fortunately not, Matsuda Meili's ID was all in the inner pocket of my clothes, it would be troublesome if it was discovered.

But now, Gin has left, and before he left, he told me the escape rules of this game of life and death.

"Don't try to escape alone, the bombs are not timed." He said this with the dangerous trigger switch in his hand, "Your man is the FBI dog - call him and say You want to escape from the organization and let him come alone. When his brains splash on the ground, someone will come to pick you up. You don't have much time, so finish your mission while I have patience."

... Alas, I am so troubled.

Just ask him to come alone, let the sniper guard nearby, whether I can kill him depends on how I choose-rather than preparing a more detailed plan, sending more members, and adding the information that Rum sent me All the news proved that his network collection operation failed.

He revealed his identity, failed to catch Rum, and ran away without incident, only dragging me into the water.

"At a time like this, even if it is said that there is no love between me and Ley, no one will believe it..."

I muttered and turned on the phone with one hand. The injury on my left wrist continued to expand, and blood flowed down my arm, staining a piece of my shirt red, which looked a little scary.But to be honest, I don't feel much. Under the influence of drugs, it is troublesome to type hard with one hand.

It's finally time for me to improvise——

The first is to write an email to Hagiwara, attach the location and the picture of the bomb, and send it in 5 minutes.

Then there was the email to Bourbon, told him by voice input that there was nothing important about my call just now, and thanking him for taking care of him all the time.

Finally, of course, was to call Ley.

The phone rang for almost a minute before someone answered it. I leaned on the metal shelf and pressed the speakerphone, my right hand drooping limply because of the stronger effect of the medicine.

Although someone on the other side answered, no one made a sound.

I sighed in my heart, and spoke slowly, with an imperceptible tremor in my voice: "Ley, what happened? Is it really my companions who are holding me back? I have said long ago that you should not trust strangers casually. Now The mission has completely failed, right? It’s really not like you if your identity is exposed and all previous efforts are wasted.”

After a few seconds, Ley's voice came over, not like his heavy voice: "Melo."

I took a deep breath and changed into a relaxed tone. Although I don't know how many FBIs are listening there, my character must be maintained, and the information that wants to mislead Gin must be conveyed well.

"It's more appropriate to call me by my name at this time. You are no longer a wine, and Zhu Xingda must not be your real name, so what should I call you in the future..."

"Melo." The man interrupted me, as if reminding me to get down to business.

"Don't worry, aren't you going to run away? If you flee back to the United States, you should never see each other again, and you will never contact me again. The last call, let me complain a little bit."

Speaking of the back, my head drooped and my voice lowered.

"Tell me what kind of physique I am, first Scotland, then you, so I am such a foolish woman who is easy to be deceived? I still think I am very smart..."

"...Mikan, I'm sorry."

Hearing the meaningless apology, my voice suddenly raised, with a cry and trill: "What's the use of apologizing! I've already been implicated! Again!"

After a while, "I really feel sorry for my words, just come and take me away! As long as you are alone, you are not allowed to bring your companions, I don't believe them! I was almost caught just now, and I can't point the gun at it again. The guy who must care, but if he can't do it, he will be killed..."

In the next second, I heard the sound of the car starting, and at the same time, there was a female voice "Xiu, where are you going" and several "Mr. Akai".But soon, those voices disappeared, and only my emotional gasps could be heard in the empty warehouse.

Suddenly, the FBI agent whose identity had been exposed spoke calmly, without a trace of doubt in his voice, just like when he was usually called to pick me up, he accepted everything without asking the reason: "Where are you? I will go there alone."

My breath stopped.

……what.

With his IQ, it is impossible not to know that this is a trap.

But his voice didn't sound like he was on guard, nor did he seem to be hiding something. He was clearly planning to come alone.

Did he choose to trust me, or did he make the same choice as Scotland did after guessing my current situation?

This is not acceptable... As an undercover agent, as an elite of a justice organization, how can you easily die for a guy like me?

But the corners of the lips are still curled up, this is no longer an acting skill, I am now really happy from the bottom of my heart.

For myself to be so cared about by good people again, and for myself to make the right choice.

Of course I will make the right choice.

Although it is different from the "correct" of Rum and Belmode.

So I softened my tone, and there was a mocking smile in my voice.

"I said Ley, do you believe it? No way, do you really believe it? I'm just kidding, I don't want you to pick me up, what good is it to go with the FBI? Get out of here, leave Japan, and then Don't come back either."

I don't know what kind of expression Gin Jiu, who is watching the live broadcast of my betrayal, will have at this moment.

I was laughing anyway.

But Ley broke out emotionally at the next moment, and spoke very fast: "Where are you? Don't be willful at this time, it doesn't matter if you hate me or hate me, tell me where you are—"

It's the first time I've heard his voice so groggy.

Great.

"I don't want to tell you, don't contact me again, this is the last call, I will block you, I don't want to hear your voice again, and I don't want to see your people again."

"drop--"

It was the sound of a bomb starting, and Gin finally lost his patience.

My betrayal has been confirmed.

I just hope they see me as a foolish woman who temporarily rebelled and was deceived by men to the extent that she is willing to give her life, and not get involved in the Scottish affairs.

"Seriously, don't come to see me too soon, Rye. I've made bad choices before, but I won't make them again this time."

"Merlot—satsuma! Myoga satsuma—"

"Did, drop, drop, drop—"

The red lights representing danger flickered frantically.

I looked up at the camera, knowing that this video would be recorded and sent to Ley as a warning and revenge, so I ended up with a gentle smile with red eyes and teary eyelashes.

"Thank you for saying that you like me sincerely. I am very happy. You are willing to save me, and I am also very happy. But it doesn't matter if you don't care about my affairs..."

"I have no hatred for you..."

"boom--"

The author says:

Before the incident: "If you fail, I will hate you."

Leave a last word: "I have no hatred for you..."

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That's right, my sister made up lyrics for herself with some revenge. Who made him fail?

·Death is of course impossible, but death escape is possible?

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