What to do with the brother who likes his classmates from the police academy

"Recently, the 'Brahma' struggle in the capital seems to have come to an end. A large number of forces in the Yamaguchi group, including the old Yakuza, have been reduced by Brahma. Now this emerging organization has become the largest Yakuza in neon, standing in the underworld apex of..."

In the stew pot on the induction cooker, the surface of the gradually thickened soup was bubbling and bubbling, and thin white smoke rose, condensing into drops of water on the hostess' eyelashes.

In the living room, the TV host had a solemn face, crossed his hands in front of his stomach, and was broadcasting the latest news.

"Last night, the Tokyo Metropolitan Metropolitan Police Department issued an emergency notice, advising citizens not to stay on the streets after nine o'clock in the evening..."

"The taste seems to be almost the same," scooped up a small spoonful from the tasting dish, Feng's tongue sticking out from the scalding of the milk stew, "hiss."

With her hips akimbo, she hummed and took off her apron.

My cooking skills are getting better and better!

——Thought Feng, who can only cook this one dish.

The bowls and chopsticks for two were placed on the small table. Feng took out a piece of paper and wiped off the water stains on the table as he walked past the small coffee table. There was a ding-dong sound from the rice cooker in the kitchen.

She glanced at the clock...Gao Ming has about 10 minutes to go home, so she can serve dinner later.

"Next, we will search the criminal police officer of Section [-], Officer Tachibana."

"Hello, Officer Orange."

"Hello."

Sitting on the sofa naturally, Feng, who even took out a small packet of snacks, looked at the people on TV and paused slightly.

"It turns out that it has grown so big..."

Throwing a persimmon seed into her mouth, Feng lay back, the rare excitement of cooking was diluted, and she changed the station.

It is a broadcast of a tennis match. Recently, there are more and more neon faces on the international tennis court. I heard that they were all opponents in the same session back then.

5 minutes left.

Counting silently in his mind, Feng was thinking about how Gao Ming would see himself when he came back—would he be surprised?She walked into the kitchen today!

at this time.

"Jingle Bell--"

"Moxi Moxi," Feng's lips twitched down, his nose wrinkled together, his voice was like a frozen lake, "I see, I'll go right away."

Four minutes and 20 seconds left.

As she walked towards the room, she took off the home clothes she was wearing and spread them scattered on the lazy chair she bought specially. A pure white body "jumped" out of the soft fabric.

A clump of flaming and gilded maple leaves spread from the shoulders to the back, and the intricate and detailed tattoos merged with the graceful muscles and bones, covering up the originally hideous wounds underneath.

Feng stretched his shoulders, made a rattling sound, walked into his own cloakroom, opened the dustproof curtain, and found a close-fitting vest and a long black windbreaker under a few chaotic clothes piled up at random, and put on superior.

Kaede glanced at his watch again as the boots wrapped his straight calves.

There are three minutes and ten seconds.

Holding the hair tie in his mouth, Feng took out the sunglasses that covered most of his face from the cabinet, brought out a bunch of silver keys, and stuffed them into the pocket of the windbreaker.

There are two minutes and 50 seconds left.

Using the rollerball pen on the desk to write a message on the heart-shaped sticky note, Feng turned off the induction cooker in the kitchen.

Several pairs of men's and women's shoes lined up at the door were neatly arranged. After searching for a while, she put the sneakers she often wore into the cabinet.

"Drip——" the door opened, Feng stepped onto the motorcycle, fastened the helmet strap around his chin, and leaned over.

1 minutes left.

The deafening sound of the engine drowned out the sound in the headset, and the door on the ground floor of the building was swiped open by a well-dressed police officer as she disappeared into the street.

There was still steaming food on the pot, warm clothes were draped over the lazy chair in the living room, the news of a young man named Tezuka Kunimitsu defeating a powerful enemy was broadcast on TV, and an opened bag of persimmon seeds fell On the glass tea table, a few persimmon seeds rolled aside, and the note on the dining table said that Feng had received the emergency call.

It should not exceed 3 minutes, according to Zhu Fu Gaoming's judgment.

The two bowls and chopsticks on the dining table were clean, obviously she forgot to fill her stomach when she left, and the few persimmon seeds could not provide much energy.

Seal the persimmon pocket with a clip, wipe the tea table with a wet tissue, Gao Ming walks to the room, folds the clothes on the lazy chair, and puts them in Feng's cloakroom.

——In her closet, the clothes hung neatly, but the bottom ones were piled up casually. Gao Ming had to help her fold the crowded clothes so as to clear out the place to put them.

Then, in the corner of the wardrobe, he found a coat that was wretchedly bunched up.

The unisex suit jacket is made of smooth fabric, which can be picked up like water in the hand, loosen and flow away.

It was Feng's newly bought clothes a few days ago. She was still wearing them and walked around in front of him, showing a small canine tooth with a smile - she liked it very much.

Clothes were not blemished or stained, but were thrown in the back of the closet.

Shaking off his clothes, Gao Ming was thoughtful, when the phone in his pocket suddenly rang——

Urgent task.

When driving to the mission site, he tried to dial Feng's phone, but the phone on the other side kept busy.

Maybe I have already entered the operating room, and it is not uncommon to not answer the phone during the operation.

He could only sigh and step on the accelerator.

In Shinjuku, Brahma finally clashed with the remnants of the Yamaguchi-gumi.

... The reason why the word finally is used is because it has been more than a month in the past.

Although he had reached the top of Yakuza, Brahma had not made any other moves and disappeared without a trace.

As an organization whose methods were radical in the past and blood flowed everywhere it went, this is obviously abnormal.

On the contrary, the Metropolitan Police Department, which was fully prepared, was caught off guard. The fierce conflict did not break out, but the potential danger did not disappear.

"I personally think there is a possibility."

Perhaps because of the clarity of the bystanders, Yusaku Kudo expressed his opinion.

"The interior of [Brahma] is likely to have undergone a change of blood—in fact, it has not disappeared completely, but its methods have become milder. If Brahma in the past was a torrential rain and thunder that swept across Tokyo, now it is like Moisturizing the silent spring rain."

Gao Ming narrowed his eyes slightly.

"The change in style is so dramatic only because the 'head' leading the organization has changed."

That is to say, at the same time that Brahma became the No. [-] Yakuza in Tokyo, its leader changed, is it generally possible?

This is not just a possibility, but the closest thing to the truth.

"Master Hunter!"

Shouting in unison, a few low-level yakuzas still had cigarettes in their mouths. Seeing Feng's figure from a distance, they hurriedly stood in a row with their hands behind their backs. When Feng passed by, they bowed at ninety degrees.

Feng glanced at those who still had cigarettes in their mouths, and frowned.

A little spark lit up the cigarette butt, perhaps because of nervousness, they couldn't help but take a deep breath, and the spark went all the way down.

"Pinch it."

With one hand in his pocket, Jiujing took the eye from Nayakuza's mouth with the other, threw it under his feet and stamped it out.

"Yes……!"

The rest of the people also stamped out the cigarettes in a hurry, and then Tuxiazuo knelt down in front of Feng to plead guilty.

"Whether it's the little finger or the index finger...you take it!"

"No need." Feng didn't leave a glance, "There will be no next time."

"Yes!! Lord Hunter!"

"It's very majestic." Among the awe-inspiring people, Santu stepped on the box with his legs bent. "How does it feel to be a boss?"

He held a lighter in his hand, and with the sound of clicking, the flames flickered and extinguished, and the light of the fire reflected on Feng's face.

A deadpan face.

"Pay attention to your words, Santu." Izuna stood behind Feng, "This is also what Mikey meant."

On the night when the Yamaguchi-gumi was destroyed, Mikey and Feng met alone, and gave her the position of the leader of Brahma.

"What I wanted to do has been done."

On the high rooftop, the wind blew his thin clothes, as if he had returned to the time when Dong Swast became the strongest bad organization, and he decided to disband Dong Swast.

"Next, prosperity or destruction... it's up to you."

Feng buried his face in the shadows, watched the neon lights outside, and finally took Mikey's hand.

"I will."

Izuna will always follow Feng unconditionally, and his attitude also represents the attitude of another cadre, Hedie.

The Gray Valley brothers don't care who the boss is, they just follow the strong.

Since Feng took out the documents of the Shuanghehui by himself, Jiujingyi has always felt ashamed of her.

Mochizuki Wan'er and Ming Si Wuchen are convinced of Feng's ability—maybe Mikey is the soul of Brahma, but it is undoubtedly Feng who has supported Brahma to reach the present stage.

What's more, mikey himself spoke.

Only Santu, he is dissatisfied with Feng's superiority, in his heart the king will always be only Mikey, he has always pursued madness, he is not interested in Feng's style, and caused her many troubles, including today's sudden expansion of Hua's conflict.

But there was only one thing that forced him to bow his head to Feng——

"The dose of this month's medicine will be halved." Feng Wu's eyes flicked three times, "This is the price you pay for causing trouble tonight."

Santu, who is addicted to Ke drugs, has to rely on Feng to get drugs that will not cause strong side effects.

However, Feng has been controlling his intake.

The gunshots outside had already formed a line, and just by listening to it, one could smell a strong smell of blood.

"But it's also a good opportunity to wipe out the remnants of the Yamaguchi-gumi - the only way to rest easy is to trample the bugs to death, right?"

Brahma might have other deficiencies, but there is never a shortage of fierce fighting lunatics.

Even Feng himself could stand on the battlefield without changing his face, and together with Izuna, they would crush all those who tried to threaten Brahma's authority.

The fight ended quickly, and ended with a total victory for Brahma—

"The note is coming! Retreat!"

And when the dust settled, the police were long overdue.

Feng sharply saw Gao Ming's figure in the police car.

Because Santu caused too much trouble, she came to sit in the town in person, and it was too late to retreat!

Familiar with the police procedures, she knew that at this time, the entire street had probably been blocked.

Looking at the busy scene, Feng suddenly had an idea.

She pursed her lips, took off her black coat, and stepped into an ambulance——

A doctor equipped inside was checking the equipment. Before he could react, he fell limply on the ground and was kicked by Feng. Izona caught it tacitly and looked at her disapprovingly.

However, Feng blinked at him twice, and Izuo softened his attitude, and left with the hapless doctor.

And Feng put on his white coat, entered the state of a doctor in a second, and nodded to the nurse who was carrying the patient back.

"Doctor Tanaka left one step beforehand, and I'm here to replace him."

She looked at the duty list on the ambulance and knew the doctor's name.

Then he skillfully used the medical supplies in the ambulance to bandage the patient's wound, and comforted this rough Yakuza in a soft voice, just like any meticulous doctor.

After all, it is really frightening for a brawny man with flowery arms to cry until pear blossoms rain.

Seeing Feng's movements, the nurse was completely unable to intervene, so she was relieved.

——This female doctor seems to have better medical skills than Dr. Tanaka.

Feng lowered his head to deal with the other fine wounds of the patient, leaving a shallow silhouette on the car window.

The ambulance roared and passed the police car, all kinds of lights were shining, and the sound of beeping beeping resounded through the night.

Gao Ming in the police car saw the familiar silhouette.

When she treats a disease, her expression always becomes very serious, serious, meticulous, and does not let go of any flaws.

He stroked his tie.

"Officer Zhufu, what's wrong?"

Naoto Tachibana in the driver's seat was nervous.

"It's nothing."

Zhu Fu Gaoming looked out of the car again, and there was no shadow of the ambulance.

He thought that the food at home was probably cold, and he had to remind her to reheat it before eating.