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

Ri Xiatang, who had changed into a police uniform, stood at the end of the press conference, watching the faces on the stage flickering under the flashing lights.

Obviously just changed a piece of clothes, the man who bowed on the stage just now seemed to be a different person, the baggy two-piece suit was matched with a beret, and the shaved beard was too tender With a handsome face, he was like an intern who broke into a press conference.

This intern, like the other reporters, focused his eyes on the Yamamura police officer who was speaking. The beautiful words that others said seemed to be perfunctory came from the mouth of this unprecedented new female section chief, but they were somehow more persuasive, which made people feel more convincing. One cannot help but want to believe.

The phone buzzed and vibrated in his pocket.

But Ri Xiatang didn't bother, first he took out a lemon-flavored lollipop, took it apart, and swallowed it like a cigarette, waiting for the sugar to slide into his throat along with the saliva he secreted.

Then he slowly walked out of the press conference.

"The news is really well-informed," he said after walking out of the police station, "Bermode."

"Tennessee, your actions are too big this time," the voice on the other side was a little less teasing and more serious, "What are you thinking? Give up the position of section chief to someone else—or is it so disgraceful?" The way."

"I'm the only one who's disgraceful. The organization hidden in the dark can't even bear this kind of thing," he cracked the lollipop, "I also have my own considerations. The establishment of the fourth class is inevitable." , If you want to infiltrate such a newly emerging team of elites who have been screened by the Metropolitan Police Department, you must give up some things. Moreover, as long as my ability is still there, removing the position of section chief is just a matter of resigning from the front of the stage. Go behind the scenes."

"Then you should inform the organization first, instead of making your own decisions." Belmode sighed silently, "I'll see you at the old place at five o'clock in the afternoon——by then, you can make it clear."

She said pointedly: "Don't let down the organization's cultivation of you—and my trust in you."

"Trust," Ri Xiatang chuckled, "you who picked me up, don't you know the most about what the organization means to me?"

"I will never betray."

20 years ago, America, Los Angeles.

This is America's second largest city, including a movie center like Hollywood, known as the "City of Angels".

But the City of Angels also has a backside, just like light and shadow, where heaven and hell live side by side.

"Stinky boy, you know how to hold your broken computer all day long and tell you to steal money?!"

"I paid enough protection fees a few days ago!"

The boy in his early ten years, because of his East Asian appearance, didn't even look ten years old, but he had lived in this sewage-ridden street for five years.

"According to the rules, you..." "Rules? I told you, fists are the rules!"

The greedy man narrowed his eyes, this Asian kid can pay the full amount of money every time, obviously earning more than that.

"If you refuse to participate in the activities of our criminal gang, you will have to pay more," he punched the boy in the face and squatted down, "You understand? When everyone is stealing, robbing, and selling X, you are so Clean and tidy, it makes it difficult for us... If you report the case and get a bonus, aren't we all finished?"

The boy spat on the ground, already smelling bloody.

A group of violent madmen with no brains or vision!He gasped lowly, his eyes flashed with resentment.

"So don't blame me... Obediently hand over the money you earn, the boss will treat you preferentially."

Special treatment?The young man couldn't help sneering, he had seen through it all, the people on this street were all rotten guys to the bone, and after getting the money, they wouldn't even think about building the neighborhood—even if they went to buy more guns.

They will only use it to buy medicine, gamble, drink... until they are dark and drunk, and then they will squeeze the weaker ones until they are old and weak... No, they can't wait for the day when they are old.

He must leave this place today!

"I reject."

Contrary to the man's expectations, he was always fantasizing about where he could go to have a good time with the extra money, but he suddenly heard such an answer.

"I see that you are impatient!"

The boy ran away holding the notebook he had assembled in his arms, and the furious man chased after him, waving his fists.

"It's a dead end here, it's a pity."

Until the boy turned into a dark and deserted corner, the man couldn't help laughing as he looked at him who was desperate.

"Looks like you're bound to die today—"

"The one who is going to die is you."

Something hard and cold was aimed at him.

"bye-bye."

The gun rang, and the man fell into a pool of blood before he even had time to think about why the boy had a gun.

The boy staggered back two steps due to the recoil, and after standing still, he slowly walked forward to check the corpse.

"You lost all your money at the gambling table yesterday, and you still owe usury/interest/loan, so you came to collect my protection fee...I have already handed over this month's money to the boss."

"You don't have a penny in your pocket, but you met Mafia who came to collect the debt... You got into an argument and Mafia killed you....Well, it makes sense."

The question now is what to do with the body.

His fists were soft, and his running was average. He was usually a thin and weak boy, but his eyes were frighteningly dark. He couldn't tell that he had just killed someone neatly.

"Crack, snap, snap."

In the alley that was supposed to be quiet and empty, there was sudden applause.

The boy looked up - a woman dressed in smooth silk, with an expensive fur on her arm, a lady's cigarette between her fingers, and a black gauze wide-brimmed top hat was slowly applauding at the entrance of the alley. The people in the crime gang neighborhood, she seems to have escaped from some high-class banquet.

"Good job, boy," the woman approached step by step, but the alarm bell in the boy's heart sounded more and more, "You are the recently famous hacker who provided information to the paparazzi, right?"

The young man became vigilant, he clenched the gun in his hand, but he also understood that it doesn't matter if a member of the criminal gang dies... But the man in front of him, who is either rich or noble, may attract the attention of the police even if he has just a little scratch. additional attention.

He taught himself a lot of computer skills. Because Hollywood is next door, he usually uses a small broken laptop to crack the schedules of those big stars, and sells them to the paparazzi who hear the news, making a lot of money.

Which star is in front of you?Is it for revenge...

"Don't be nervous, boy, you are very talented." The woman glanced at the man in the pool of blood, the corners of her mouth slightly raised, "But it seems that there are some troubles...do you need help?"

Sharon Wynyard, the woman who told the teenager her name.

"what's your name?"

"Me?" The boy tugged at his overly tight suit shirt, his eyes still wary, "I don't have a name, and people on the street call me an Asian kid."

Although his skin is fair, his soft and juvenile face is clearly Asian, so people on the street call him that.

"Is that so?" Sharon pondered for a while on the soft velvet seat, then casually searched for it from the small iron box beside her, "You are an Asian...so from today onwards, you will be Rixiatang gone."

"Parents died in a car accident caused by Yakuza, and they sent their only son abroad before the turmoil started... Not a bad status, do you like it?"

"Okay," the young man—it's Rixiatang now, took the small card indifferently, "What do you want me to do?"

"It's not what I want you to do," Sharon leisurely touched up her makeup in front of the mirror, "You have to remember—from today onwards, your name is given by the organization, your troubles are solved by the organization, and everything about you , will be dedicated to the organization.”

If this is a brainwashing/brainwashing, it's really bad, Ri Xiatang thought.

He showed extraordinary computer skills in this "organization" and received great attention. They sent him to the university to learn knowledge and cultivate his various abilities, including but not limited to computers, detection, fighting, firearms... …Similarly, he is also well paid, and he is now proficient in shopping in all kinds of high-end places that he could not even imagine before.

The notebook in my hand is also a collection of various high-tech technologies.

Although in all subjects other than the use of the brain, he is muddled and unable to support the wall, but Ri Xiatang thinks this is enough. After all, the rest is just icing on the cake, and the most important thing is to grasp his core competitiveness.

The phone was hung up, and Ri Xiatang was finely grinding the lollipop that was broken into sugar crumbs... This time, it didn't seem so good, the organization's trust in him was mostly based on his performance over the years, but likewise, the organization's trust also Will be blown away by a seed of doubt.

...Although at this stage, the organization would never think that he would betray.

In short, let's deal with tonight first.

It was still the dilapidated ramen shop on the corner of the street. When Ri Xiatang arrived, there was no one else in the shop.

"Guest... what do you need?"

The store manager has become older in the past few years, and it seems that walking out from behind the small curtain has exhausted all his strength. Ri Xiatang can almost smell a certain kind of old man who is permeating in this small shop... is about to die old man's taste.

"A glass of water is fine, I can do it myself."

"Oh, good, good."

The old man touched the wall, walked back, slowly moved onto the reclining chair, and let out a long whale-like sigh.

There were still unknown stains on the glass wall, Ri Xiatang looked at it for a long time, but finally didn't have the courage to hand it to his mouth, and just put it on the table as a decoration.

The clock is ticking, and at the same time as the hour strikes, it is the rough action of opening the store door——

The man pinched the mouthpiece of the wind chime swiftly and sensitively, and closed the door with his hands behind his back as he stepped forward.

"Why is it you?" Ri Xiatang couldn't help straightening his back, frowning.

"You are still so naive, Tennessee, do you think that after doing such a thing, you will still see that soft-hearted woman?"

Even though the setting sun was just right outside, when the man walked in, it was like a cold wind that smelled of rust and gunpowder/smoke.

The loaded gun was aimed at Ri Xiatang.

"You have 30 seconds to explain." He revealed one eye under the brim of the black hat, "If the explanation doesn't convince me, you should know what will happen to the traitor."

Ri Xiatang clicked his tongue hard in his heart, and then... reached out and pulled the barrel of the gun until the muzzle was close to his forehead.

"You should just kill me right here—of course, you will make up for the subsequent losses," he grinned, "Gin."

"Is this your last word?"

"Oh, and also," Ri Xiatang raised his eyes, his deep eyes were like frozen soil in Siberia, "Your dressing taste is as bad as ever."

When Ri Xiatang was 15 years old, he finished his studies at MIT. On the same day, he was packed by Belmode and sent to a remote base in a cold country.

In Siberia, a barren, icy, and pale world, even if there is a flower in full bloom here, it should be a lively festival.

Ri Xiatang has no doubt that there may be only a wall between this and the Gulag where the prisoners were held back then.

The person who came to pick him up was wrapped in a thick padded jacket and couldn't see his face clearly. He just drove him into the underground base silently. Then, he saw a person very similar to this snow country in the base.

A boy, about his age.

He has rare silver-white short hair, and bangs almost cover half of his face, but the leaking eyes are emitting ominous red eyes. He is wearing a tactical vest and long trousers and boots. Just standing there, he looks like a A blood-drinking wolf—

Hungry wolf pup.

Perhaps because of some kind of unyielding spirit, Ri Xiatang gave a high evaluation from the bottom of his heart.

"Gin, this is the new Tennessee."

"Tennessee, this is Gin."

After a brief introduction, there is no follow-up... The members of the organization only need to know the code name. Whatever the name, that is an overly intimate relationship.

"He looks weak."

The hungry wolf cub looked at him a few times, then turned his head and said to the people at the base.

"Is that so?" Ri Xiatang narrowed his eyes, "You don't look like...you don't live very long."

White hair, red eyes, isn't it a disease?

In this way, the only boy in the base formed a bond on the first day.

The appearance of gin greatly challenged Ri Xiatang. He used to only need to do a good job in brain power and computer work, and the value of force was just icing on the cake.

But what if a person is capable of both civil and military skills and is also ruthless?

Ri Xiatang: Thank you, I was involved.

Ri Xiatang, who was involved, quickly found a way to break the situation——

It's a bad show, and it's an unprecedented big show.

As long as he trained with Qin Jiu, he could hit eight rings in marksmanship, and he would call it a day, and he would surrender when the time came.

So things quickly went from tit for tat to unilateral hatred.

Only in terms of hacking skills, Ri Xiatang has never been bad - because he can be crushed, as long as he can completely beat the opponent in one, he has proved his worth and can continue to maintain the status quo.

Fortunately, the training time was not long. After he became an adult, he quickly received new tasks.

"Goodbye, white-haired monster."

When he walked out of the base to the port, Ri Xiatang felt refreshed all over.

That's right, after several years, he had already seen clearly that this was no ordinary wolf cub—this guy codenamed Gin was definitely a monster, a knife carefully cultivated by the organization.

But what does it matter, he is also a well-trained member of the organization, and compared to a large number of armed forces, he is irreplaceable as a genius hacker, so he is not afraid of the threat of monsters at all.

On the contrary, maybe the monster will gnash its teeth to protect his personal safety in the future.

"Never see you again, you trash."

The short white hair has been grown long, but it does not soften the boy's eyebrows at all, instead it brings out the sternness in his nature. The last gift he gave Ri Xiatang was a 9mm bullet that brushed past his luggage.

Ri Xiatang happily boarded the ship, and as a teenager who had "returned to China for many years looking for relatives", he finally landed in the neon Hakata Port.

Today's ramen shop.

"Such a black dress, oh, and a black hat, you are dressed in black," Ri Xiatang still tsk-tsk, although he still has Bo/Le/Ta on his forehead, "I'm afraid that others will not know that you are a black/black person." .”

"Sure enough, garbage should stay where garbage should be," Gin said with a dark face, "From the past to the present, you are damned. There is no need to talk nonsense—"

He pulled the trigger.

But no bullets.

And Ri Xiatang didn't intend to dodge either.

"It's still very courageous."

"I'm just sure that I haven't betrayed the organization at all," Ri Xiatang gently opened the gun with his index finger, "Resigning from the post of the head of the fourth search section is the best choice in my judgment."

"If you don't think so, it only shows that your vision is too shallow and your brains are too few."

"Don't be too complacent, Ri Xiatang, do you want to question the boss's decision!"

"But the order from the boss is not to kill me," Ri Xiatang said confidently, "Also, call me Tennessee, Kurosawa—"

"Really," Gin sat down, poured out a cigarette from the cigarette case, and lit it with the lighter he carried with him, "Is it your 'best choice' to hide behind the vicious dog that was brought out again?" , Sure enough, the mediocre life in the Metropolitan Police Department has worn you down and made you lose the vigor of the past."

"Would you like me to help you recall the style of the organization—for example," he showed a bloody smile, "kill that vicious dog, and you will be able to stand on the peak of power again, which will also be beneficial to the organization of."

The smoke floated in front of Ri Xiatang, his black eyes were heavy, he turned his head for a moment, and what he saw was Gin Jiu's probing eyes.

"Don't use your tricks on me—interrogation or something, I learned the same tricks as you," his lazy, relaxed attitude disappeared, and a layer appeared on his face that was still comparable to a high school student at this age Frost, "And, how many times do I have to say that."

He tilted his head slightly, waved away the smoke in front of him, opened a new lollipop and put it in his mouth - it was strawberry flavored, chewing it as if he was chewing the flesh and blood of the person in front of him.

"Don't try to interfere with my mission, don't try to touch my people."

"Otherwise, even if you are gin," the milky, sweet, and strawberry flavors mixed together into a steamy slurry filled his mouth, slowly pacifying the hostility overflowing from Ri Xiatang's chest and calming him down. , "I'll make you pay too—"

He left the dilapidated ramen shop without looking back, the wind chime at the door was ding-dong-dong, but no old man came out from behind the curtain, he seemed to be fast asleep.

It seemed that he would never wake up again.

"Big brother!"

When Vodka walked into the store, there was only Gin puffing away.

"I just saw Tennessee coming out of here and heading towards the Metropolitan Police Department.... Is he still suspected?"

"Let him go," Qin Jiu said lightly, "That guy...is a lunatic that I can't even see through, but as long as he is still crazy, he won't betray the organization...he can't live in the sun."

"gone."

As he said this, he had just left the ramen shop when sirens sounded two blocks away.

"What's the matter, brother?"

Gin looked back at the ramen shop and tapped on the steering wheel.

"Driving, and telling Tennessee to finish it off."

He knew why Tennessee pointed at his clothes just now.

"Nozomi Ooka, 85 years old, the cause of death was myocardial infarction, which is defined as natural death. The deceased had no children or other relatives. He owned a ramen shop under his name. The person who called the police seems to be someone from the shopping street..." Naruto Mukuro pointed at the phone in his hand. The report said, "However, during the inspection process, the inspectors found a large area of ​​Yakuza tattoos on his body. It seems that he was a Yakuza member before his death. Is alone, no one knows his past."

She called up the pictures.

There are dense tattoos all over the shriveled and thin body. If he hadn't seen it with his own eyes, no one would associate this old man who was dying with Yakuza.

"The two-headed snake... this is the symbol of the Double Peace Conference," Feng swiped across the tablet, "and this tattoo, which means that he killed five people... go to the wanted records within 70 years."

Her gaze suddenly stopped on a tattoo that had been burnt fuzzily.

"……traitor."

This is the yakuza, the death penalty imposed on traitors - a different form of torture than cutting off the little finger.

"By the way, Feng," Muku asked Naoto Tachibana to check the information, and he came over with the surveillance camera from the shopping street. "It seems that two suspicious people were photographed that day. They were wearing black coats and black top hats. The hats covered most of the However, what can be confirmed is that the silver-haired man is about 1.9 meters tall and has obvious features, and the other man is also tall, and neither of them is on the list of prisoners in the police system."

"Do you want to continue the investigation?"

Feng glanced at the two people who almost had "I'm a bad guy" written on their faces: "Keep the information first, the first priority right now is to track down Brahma's movements."

"Yes."

"The owner of that ramen shop is dead?"

"It's a normal myocardial infarction. When you're old, you will die naturally," said Ri Xiatang, who failed to have dinner at the ramen shop, and made an appointment with Bourbon at the curry shop later. "It has nothing to do with the organization."

"Then you... did you know from the beginning?"

"What are you thinking about?" Ri Xiatang glanced at him, "I'm not a god, how do I know when the King of Hades wants him to die—but, a little speculation is still possible."

From his physical examination form, hospital drug list, etc...

"Tell me," he took a sip of the curry, and he was so hot that he inhaled, "Look at your face, I have a problem."

"If you don't feel offended," Bourbon ate the same spicy curry, but looked normal, "I accidentally found out about Ri Xiatang's past...so I have a little doubt."

"Why do you side with the police?"

"Ah, that's it." Ri Xiatang poured a mouthful of ice water and let out a long sigh of relief, "Tell me what you found first?"

"...Ri Xiatang, a hacker who once belonged to an overseas organization, was stationed in Bodo for a while after returning to Neon," Bourbon said while observing the expression on the other side, "during that time, you worked for murderinc. and People on the dark/net provided a lot of information, so they were noticed by the network security, and you accepted the recruitment very easily."

"Probably, that's all."

Ri Xiatang's expression was half a smile, and he couldn't see any joy or anger: "It is indeed a very suspicious resume. It is normal to say that this is a trap set up by me as an organization spy, but in fact, there is only one reason why I am willing to assist the police. -"

"I have an idiot brother."

Bodo, a port city with a sunny and sunny surface, is actually a neon "killer capital" behind the scenes. Sin and hatred are constantly undercurrent in the city's underground society. Various murders emerge in endlessly, and related industries even form a chain.

Following the smell, Ri Xiatang found a few good places to kill people and throw their bodies. After stepping on them, he turned around and found that several killers were also wandering here.

"Coming together?" Seeing him at a young age, one of them politely inserted a business card, "I'm a professional assassin affiliated to Murder Inc. If you need anything, you can directly call and place an order."

...It's really simple and honest.

Then, after wandering around downtown Hakata for 10 minutes, Nisakatang was stopped by a boy who looked like a high school student.

He shouted: "Brother, brother?"

...With his identity, he was unaccompanied, and those who were related by blood had already gone to drink tea underground. With the idea of ​​seeing who was so bold, Ri Xiatang turned his head.

Then I was taken aback.

Without him, the young man in front of me who is about the same age as him has nothing to do with his appearance, but he can only be said to be exactly the same.

But there are some differences in subtle places... such as the mole on the neck and the raised eyebrows. In short, it is impossible to say that the two are not related by blood.

"……What's your name?"

The task after returning to Neon seems to have changed from lurking undercover to searching for relatives all of a sudden.

"Sunsetta lotus."

As soon as this surname came out, there seemed to be a thin string in Ri Xiatang's mind, which "jumped" and broke.

"My little Tang, you must have suffered!"

The teary-eyed woman wiped her snot on Ri Xiatang's collar.

"Let Auntie take a look, you have been alone in a foreign country for so long without relatives to help you, you must be very lonely and helpless!"

She squeezed Ri Xiatang's arm, and found that the thin-looking child's arms were still quite strong. The sobbing stopped for a moment, and she let go of her voice again.

"Woooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo Leverish Lv Lv!

Including the puberty Ren Kusaka, who also wiped tears with his mother, and looked at his brother whom he recognized on the street, sobbing.

Rixiatang is already numb.

Who can tell him why this aunt in name is so emotional?

Even so, in the chaos, Ri Xiatang took time to pull out a hair from each of the two relatives present.

I mixed my hair together and sent it to the most critical laboratory in Bodo, and within twelve hours, the result was available.

They do have a blood relationship.

Otherwise, kill this family in advance.

Knead the appraisal report into a ball, light it and let go, letting the paper ashes float into the river, Ri Xiatang thought so.

He is doing it for their own good, and if he does it himself, he can give it a good time... Otherwise, when the organization finds out, the method will only be more cruel.