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

The day after the death of Manjiro Sano, the leader of Brahma, the cabinet promulgated the "Regulations on the Exclusion of Violent Groups" with the nature of implementing laws, and promoted it to the whole country.

And the Minister of Justice said at a press conference that the relevant laws have been drafted and will be voted on in this year's Congress.

"These politicians will really follow the trend... Will they be willing to take action when Brahma is about to fall?"

In the hospital, Lu accompanied Feng to wait for the doctor to remove the stitches. In his spare time, he read the news on his mobile phone. The potbellied and bald politician talked freely on the podium, with a look of "it is because of my wise leadership that the Metropolitan Police Department is so efficient" Stance.

After Feng came back last night, she was in a bad mood. She had a penetrating wound on her hand, but she could only hastily suture it, apply medicine and tie it up, and then she was busy all night.

Muku almost watched her constantly answering the phone, communicating with various politicians, businessmen... some yakuza.

"Going upstream is something that goes against human instinct." Feng stared at the sutured wound on his palm and sighed, "It's already thankful that they didn't make trouble."

A month later.

"This is the last one." Yuan Chengji rubbed his nose and followed behind the rattan, "I asked the female high school student who worked there for two days... She said that there were indeed suspicious foreign customers in the bar, Light-haired, dark-skinned, with a terrifying aura."

"Is it still useful once in a while?" Teng glanced at him approvingly, "Feng should come back today, after all, it's the end."

"In that case, would Sheng Zijiang give me a little reward?"

The source hits the snake with the stick.

"You think beautiful."

"Maple sauce, are you really going to arrest Kurokawa Isana yourself?"

Mu Ling wanted to go out with Feng, but she stopped him in the Metropolitan Police Department.

"There are a lot of reporters coming recently, you have to stay and help speak," Feng smiled, "Don't worry... I'm ready."

"Well……"

Muk knew that after Sano Manjiro died in front of Feng that day, she changed a little, she seemed to be more rational, and she would no longer act casually. It was obviously a good change, but it made people feel sad.

The unscrupulous and daring Feng seemed to have disappeared, and she even covered the locomotive with a rain cloth.

Takemichi Hanagaki is still in a coma. He was placed in the VIP ward of Ninjazu Hospital. Tachibana Hinata postponed the wedding and went to take care of him every day.

"Senior!"

Seeing Feng getting off the car, Yuancheng Eryi swept away his idle look, and stood at attention to salute.

"According to intelligence, Brahma's high-ranking officer, Isana Kurokawa, is in the bar below, surrounded by plainclothes people, what should I do next?"

"Stay where you are," Facing the same period in the past, Feng also spoke with a touch of majesty, her face was expressionless, "I will go down first."

"Yes!"

Neither Fuji nor Yuan will interfere with Feng's decision.

It's a speakeasy, with neon signs everywhere.

Maple descended step by step, the scorching sun above her head was replaced by the cold basement ceiling, this is a bar that is open even during the day.

Dim lights, blues music playing in the room, and occasionally a metal rock burst suddenly, it seems that the mental state of the owner is as unstable as the music.

"Miss, what do you want?"

The bartender at the bar asked.

"Give me a glass of lemonade."

"Ok."

The bartender didn't take this lady lightly for coming into the bar without drinking, in fact, just talking to her was enough to take his breath away.

——This, but, 【Hunter】ah!

That's right, he himself used to be a person who didn't like to study. He dropped out of school in middle school and became a bad member. When he grew up, he realized that he had achieved nothing, and he didn't join the ruthlessness of Yakuza. Finally, he worked in a bar , Secretly learned to bartending, you can be regarded as a skill, but even so, the job is not stable.

After finally repaying the usury owed to Yakuza earlier, his single mother fell ill again, and as an adult, he couldn't afford the money for medical treatment.

In the end, he heard that the [Unemployment Relief Fund] provided by Renzu Hospital is designed to help those difficult patients who do not have stable jobs, so he let his mother live in the hospital.

This kind of him is just one of countless bad microcosms, even the luckier one.

Feng drank the lemonade quietly for a while.

"...Miss," the bartender lowered his voice, and pushed a glass of bright red cocktail in front of Feng, "A gentleman gave you a Bloody Mary."

Fresh tomato juice exudes a refreshing aroma, but if you underestimate her because of this, you will be hit by the vodka and hot sauce hidden under the red color.

Compared to a cocktail, the Bloody Mary is more like a glass of tomato puree with alcohol as the base soup, with black pepper sprinkled on the top, and sea salt rolled on the edge of the glass. It tastes rich and dense.

Few people know that this is also one of Feng's favorite cocktails.

That was the time when she was most pursuing spicy taste and least caring about her stomach when she was young.

"I recently drank a cocktail with hot sauce in it. It tastes very good. I will try it for you in the future!"

"It's too much to add hot sauce even to drinking."

Talking through a layer of glass, sometimes Feng is bored looking for trouble.

"Cough," the bartender caught Feng's gaze and held his breath, "That gentleman is in the corner."

"Thank you."

Feng carried the Bloody Mary and walked towards an inconspicuous corner.

"Which one do you believe in the information about me and Nakamura?"

When Izana wants to keep a low profile, she always blends in well with the environment.

He'd swapped out his slick goblin shirt for the most casual pullover with a punk skull on the chest.

With a smile on his face, he put one hand on his pointed chin, looked at Feng who was coming, and waited for her answer.

"yours."

Feng replied without hesitation.

"...Huh?" After getting an unexpected answer, Izuna was stunned and asked subconsciously, "Why?"

"Because you are my brother."

Feng raised his head, drank the Bloody Mary in one gulp, and gestured to Izona with the rim of the cup down.

"If I couldn't trust you for 20 years, you would have abandoned me long ago."

"...The one who is clearly abandoning others is always you."

Izana pulled the hood down.

"Mikey, did he say something to you before he died?"

"Ah."

Feng sat across from him and drank a glass of vodka in one breath. Even she was a little dizzy. At this moment, if Feng was attacked, she should be powerless to fight back.

"Although I shouldn't be the one to remind you, Feng Jiang, you are always softer than us." Izuna looked up, revealing iris purple pupils, "Don't pity him, if your heart to save the world has nowhere to rest , why don't you sympathize with me more."

"Or, it's enough to sympathize with me.—You always choose me."

Whether it was 12 years ago or 12 years later.

In fact, not only is Feng selfish, but she is also eccentric.

Of course, Izuo will not be arrested. In fact, Feng also brought a contract for him to become an "assistant". As long as he signs on it, Izuo will become a secret assistant of the police.

The plainclothes next to the bar have been retreated by Feng, and after today, Izuna is no longer Brahma's perpetrator.

However, he did not accept the contract.

"Brahma has disappeared," Izuna folded the piece of paper and pushed it back, "and I don't have the intention of becoming a lackey of the police—if you help me, it's another matter."

"By the way, I haven't told you yet," he smiled, "This bar is called [Tianzhu]."

After looking at Izuna for a long time, Feng finally sighed quietly, his brows and eyes relaxed.

"It seems that I'm thinking too much... This is also very good."

"So, you can come and sit more often when you have time."

Who would have thought that Kurokawa Isana would also advertise.

"...Although I'm busy with work, I'll definitely come here when I'm free," Feng shrugged, "Then I won't bother you."

"Oh, by the way," she walked halfway, and suddenly turned around, "Places like bars are not open to minors, you know that?"

"what happened?"

"I mean," Feng pointed to the girl delivering wine between the seats, "It's also not allowed to hire minors to work."

"Hey?!" The girl was suddenly cueed, her face full of bewilderment, "The store manager! Are you going to fire me?"

She actually knew that the store manager was Izona.

"Well, since Feng Jiang said it..."

"Wait," Feng suddenly frowned, "Then the suspicious foreigner you mentioned to Yuan..."

The girl saw that Izana listened to Feng's words, and immediately stood up obediently.

"That's right, a customer who comes here often, knows how to order bourbon... He's quite handsome, ah, look! The one at the door is there."

Feng turned around and saw Jiang Gu Ling stiff in black at the door.

The moment he met his gaze, his complexion changed suddenly, and he turned and left as soon as he pulled his peaked cap.

"Are you going to keep him?"

Izuna stood beside Feng, with a cold tone, as if Feng would knock Ling's head on the door as soon as Feng nodded.

"Uh...shouldn't...?"

Feng thought hesitantly, if Ling came over, what would it be for...

Within a few minutes, two men in black appeared at the door of the bar.

"Brother, Bourbon suddenly sent a message saying that he can't come."

"Tsk, trash."

The one with long silver hair was about 1.9 meters tall, and it was quite difficult to squeeze into the narrow door.

He sat on the edge of the bar, the black windbreaker fell down, and the black narrow-brimmed hat on top of his head covered his expression. Feng seemed to be able to feel the smell of rust and gunpowder/smoke—this was not a good thing.

And the one next to him was also tall and strong, very much like those Yakuza thugs Feng had dealt with a lot.

Feng's expression gradually became serious. Based on her many years of criminal police experience, she can guarantee that these two people are suspicious, and she can feel it.

They have lives on them.

"A glass of [Godfather]."

Smoking is not allowed in Izona's shop.

Gin poured a cigarette from the pack, and vodka was just in time for the fire.

"Sir, what do you want..."

"I'm sorry," Feng stepped forward with a smile, and took out his police officer's card from his arms, "I'm a policeman."

She observed the expressions of the two, the silver-haired one seemed to sneer, while the other was a little at a loss.

Maybe he will be a breakthrough.

But Feng's attention was still on the silver-haired man—only when he got closer could he feel the faint smell of ancient dragon and soot, like a cruel Siberian wolf.

Moreover, he gave Feng an inexplicable sense of déjà vu.

"Miss Police Officer, what can you do?"

The silver-haired man bared one eye like a wolf bared its fangs.

But Feng is a [Hunter], not to mention that this is Izona's shop.

"Can you show me your driver's license, please?"

"Why?"

Feng smiled.

"Is such that."

"I suspect..." The corners of her eyes twitched slightly, and she glanced at the vodka aside, "You two are underage."