My lover is this organization

"The mission has been accomplished, but..."

A hint of hesitation flashed across Shuichi Akai's expressionless face, but it was still keenly captured by James on the other end of the video call through the camera screen.

"What accident happened?" The elderly FBI investigator's eyes narrowed slightly.

"……Yes."

Akai Hideya nodded: "Today, while chasing the 'Highway Devil', we came face to face with the target. Since he also had a gun in his hand at the time, I took the lead and shot him in the abdomen, but it should not be a fatal wound, and he ran away."

"Run away?" James frowned, but immediately reacted, "Wait, you just said that the other party also had a gun?"

"Yes."

"This……"

According to the intelligence sent by the New York police, this highway demon criminal likes to harm young women. He specifically picks out young women who are alone at night, knocks them unconscious, takes them back to his hiding place and brutally kills them. When the New York police receive the report and find them, only incomplete bodies are left.

You said that when you walk on the street, you hold a sack in your hand, ready to smother someone and carry him away at any time. I took you as that, but what does it mean to hold a gun in your hand... Are you ready to beat someone to death on the spot and then take him back to your hiding place to whip the corpse?

James was a little confused for a moment.

But he still nodded and said, "Okay, Akai, go on. What's next?"

"After that, we found the body of the highway demon in the other area of ​​the same abandoned industrial park. Broken ropes used to tie people were scattered on the ground next to it. It looked like it was killed during a hunt. These are the photos we took at the scene." Akai Shuichi said as he retrieved the photos from the mobile phone used to receive and transmit network signals, transferred them to the computer, and then sent them out through the computer.

"Dead?" James was stunned. "Didn't you say it was a non-fatal injury..."

A few seconds later, he heard a sound indicating that a new message had been received.

The elderly FBI investigator clicked on it and took a look, his pupils shrinking slightly.

The highway demon in the photo died in an extremely tragic manner. His neck was twisted into a knot by the terrifying force. The back of his head could be seen twenty centimeters above his chest, but his face was where the back of his head should have been. His facial features were distorted to the extreme, as if he had encountered something extremely terrifying before he died.

And most importantly, this road demon did not have what Shuichi Akai called "non-fatal injuries" on his abdomen.

"You mean, the road demon you injured was fake?" James suddenly understood.

"Yes." Akai Shuichi breathed a sigh of relief, his eyes becoming deeper in the darkness. "If I'm not mistaken, the Highway Demon I injured should be someone from that organization pretending to be a Highway Demon. They killed the real Highway Demon and fabricated a fake Highway Demon in order to lure me, the 'traitor' of the organization, into the trap. As far as I know, there is only one person who can do this, the Thousand-Faced Witch - Vermouth."

He went on to say, "But Vermouth is a woman. Theoretically, she is not strong enough to twist a person's head 180 degrees. Besides, she has a gun in her hand, so there is no need for her to fight with her bare hands. So I guess there must be another person acting with her."

"Who?"

"Snow beer."

"Is it him!?" James was shocked.

He couldn't help but be familiar with this name. The large-scale manhunt launched by the FBI outside Tokyo ended in failure because of this man. In the end, not only was the man not caught, but more than a dozen FBI officers died, which was a heavy casualty.

"But...isn't Snow Beer the name of a drink?" The old investigator suddenly realized, "According to the information you obtained, Akai, all the code names of the members of that organization should be named after the type of drink, not the specific brand of the drink. Even beer should be called lager or something like that."

"I don't know." Akai Shuichi shook his head, "That's what he said, and others also called him that."

"Really……"

James was silent for a moment, then he said, "I have a general understanding of the situation. Akai, I suggest you leave New York and retreat to the Washington headquarters. Since the people from that organization have confirmed that you are in New York, it means that if you fail once, there will be a second and third time. New York is no longer safe for you."

"I understand." Akai Shuichi shook off the cigarette ash on his hand, "I will leave New York immediately after the phone call. I should be able to arrive in Washington tomorrow morning..."

boom!

A loud noise coming from outside the door interrupted Shuichi Akai's words. The sound was so loud that he could almost feel the floor beneath his feet shaking.

Shuichi Akai looked towards the door in astonishment over the edge of the laptop screen.

There was a clear fist mark on the crude, rusty, thin iron door.

"What happened over there?!" James could only hear the sound through the computer but couldn't see what was happening.

However, his voice was drowned out by the roar that followed.

From Shuichi Akai's perspective, fist and palm prints appeared one after another on the thin iron door, as casually as if a mold was engraving on red-hot, softened molten iron.

Finally, accompanied by a loud bang that almost broke one's eardrums, the iron door covered with fist marks was finally kicked away, smashing into the room and directly knocking over the laptop on the table.

The legs that were stretched into the door were slowly retracted, and the howling wind and rain suddenly poured in from outside.

Someone came despite the wind and rain.

The black windbreaker, soaked by the rain, was still fluttering in the strong wind like a battle flag. The occasional pale lightning that cut through the night sky illuminated half of the pale yellow funny mask. The voice from under the mask was calm but unquestionable.

"Akai Shuichi, it's time for us to settle our accounts."

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PS1: Oh my god, I slept from around o’clock last night to o’clock this morning. It was like being in a coma. It felt so good.

PS2: I finally got so brazen as to put my Black Beast figurine on the computer case for my Curry Man to see. (Friends who have read my last book should know that when I wrote the last book, I was only so shameless as to hide it after buying it, but now I am completely invincible.)

Chapter 50: Martial Virtue (Remastered Version)

Shuichi Akai fell heavily into the wind and rain.

To be precise, he was grabbed by the collar and thrown out.

Fortunately, his temporary hiding place was on the ground floor. At best, he would fly a few meters along the ground and then roll into the pool in a not-so-elegant posture.

Shuichi Akai had no doubt that even on the second or even third floor, someone seeking revenge would throw him out of the house without blinking an eye, letting him pass through the door and over the floor fence, and then fall freely from a height of nearly ten meters.

If that happens, it won't be as simple as getting your clothes dirty or your skin torn. If you're unlucky enough to hit your head on the ground, you'll probably die on the spot.

"How did you find me?" Shuichi Akai got up from the ground with a nimble roll and spoke in a calm tone as if he was chatting with friends, but his hands were already in a fighting stance.

Under normal circumstances, he would have drawn his gun and aimed at it, but his weapons were still in the room, and the only thing he had at hand was his fists.

Fortunately, he also learned a little Jeet Kune Do.

"Your question is very strange... I'm curious whether you think there aren't enough surveillance cameras in New York, or that the transportation department's firewall is too strong? Although I don't have many friends, it's definitely not too few. It shouldn't be too difficult to just borrow the cameras controlled by the New York Transportation Department's system."

Qin Wuque walked slowly out of the house and came to the open space in front of the door. He stretched his neck and looked down at Akai Shuichi who had just crawled up from the ground.

His hands hung naturally at both sides of his body, also unarmed. Seeing the latter's fighting posture, he couldn't help but let out a puff.

"Jeet Kune Do? You know Jeet Kune Do too?"

“I was fortunate enough to practice for a while.”

Qin Wuque lowered his head and seemed to sigh: "Did the person who taught you Jeet Kune Do ever tell you that you must practice morality before practicing martial arts?"

"I think there is nothing wrong with my character..." Akai Shuichi retorted.

However, before he could finish his words, a sharp gust of wind from a leg blew towards him, and the sound of it breaking through the air directly drowned out the sound of the overwhelming rain.

The expression on Shuichi Akai's face changed. He was about to raise his hand to block but it was too late. Before he could form a blocking posture, he was kicked across the air with great force in an instant. He flew several meters away and fell back into the pool of water.

The kick didn't break any bones or tendons, but his landing posture was rather ungraceful, looking like a toad lying in the mud.

"Is this what you call practicing for a while? Are you serious?" Qin Wuque couldn't help but laugh. "Jeet Kune Do advocates not sticking to fixed routines, but flowing like water, emphasizing the importance of being the last to strike and the first to arrive. How come you got stuck and ended up standing still to get beaten? I suggest you practice the Shaolin Temple's Golden Bell Cover and Iron Cloth Shirt. Maybe after practicing for a few more years, you can develop a set of horizontal training skills and even move bricks on a construction site. Even if you are accidentally hit by objects thrown from a high altitude, you won't end up in the ICU."

"Indeed... we can't be so rigid about formalities, that's a good point..."

After being kicked to the ground, Shuichi Akai lay on the ground and secretly gathered strength. When Qin Wuque approached, he suddenly jumped up and knocked the latter to the ground.

The exchange of blows between masters was suddenly downgraded to a fight between ruffians, with both sides rolling happily in the mud. The scene seemed to have switched to Ultraman on the children's channel in the last century. At that time, Ultraman did not have as many gorgeous light effects as he does now, and 90% of the fighting scenes relied on suit actors to beat monsters in slow motion, highlighting a silly and cute look.

In this situation, no matter how brilliant the moves of both sides are, it is difficult for them to display them. The only thing that can determine the winner is who has the lower bottom line.

Obviously, Qin Wuque has a decisive advantage in this area.

As the saying goes, anger comes from the heart and evil comes from the courage. During the rolling process, he kneed Akai Shuichi in the crotch without thinking.

The suppressed screams of pain mixed with the sound of rain. The FBI agent, whose natural fatal weakness as a man was hit hard, arched his body in pain on the spot, curled up on the ground like a maggot, and the hands that had been tightly controlling Qin Wuque's arms stretched downwards uncontrollably.

This is a biological instinct and cannot be resisted by personal will.

However, Qin Wuque did not give Akai Shuichi this opportunity. He simply grabbed the latter's wrist, which was slow to move due to severe pain, and pressed him to the ground to death, then decisively started a ruthless continuous attack mode.

The punches were as fast as raindrops and the roars were louder than thunder.

"How dare you talk about martial ethics with me? Deliberately cheating on girls to achieve your own goals, is this what you call martial ethics? Ah? You defected and left your girlfriend behind, is this what you call martial ethics? Ah? Do you deserve a girlfriend?"

"..."

Shuichi Akai really wanted to reply to him, "It was clearly you who brought that up first," but unfortunately he didn't even have the chance to open his mouth.

On the one hand, the unbearable pain from his crotch was still tormenting every nerve in his body. On the other hand, the dense punches Qin Wuque threw at his face left him with no chance to even speak. He was not sure if he would have half of his front teeth knocked out by a punch as soon as he opened his mouth, so he had to endure it silently.

Soon, the FBI agent's originally handsome face was beaten into a pig's head.

Qin Wuque was obviously aware of this and consciously slowed down the speed of his punches, changing from beating and cursing at the same time to cursing after each punch.

Just like playing a moba game, simply killing people indiscriminately cannot give players pleasure, just like chopping melons and vegetables in a human-computer game, which is really boring. What is interesting is to kill people indiscriminately while using verbal provocation to anger the opponent.

That's the coolest thing.

"But no matter how angry you are, you can't kill me, right?" While being beaten, Akai Shuichi suddenly opened his bloody mouth and said softly.

Upon hearing this, Qin Wuque's fist, which was about to fall, suddenly paused.

"Why?" he asked.

"Maybe I should put it another way." Akai Shuichi pulled the corner of his mouth and spat out blood-red saliva, "It's not that you can't do it, but you can't and dare not, because just before you came, I just talked to my FBI colleague on the phone."

"so what?"

"So if anything happens to me in New York, my FBI colleagues in Tokyo, Japan will immediately take action against Miyano Akemi. It's hard to say what will happen then."

"..."

Qin Wuque was silent for a while, scratched his head and said: "What kind of logic is this... If you were hit and killed by a dump truck while walking on the streets of New York, would that be considered mine?"

"of course not."

Akai Shuichi smiled and said, "You interrupted the call between me and my colleagues before. They should be on their way here now, and I will leave New York tonight, so what you said may not be true at all."

"What you mean by taking action... is that if I kill you here, Mingmei will die, right?"

"I can't guarantee it. Who knows, there might be a sniper pointed at her in Tokyo right now?"

"Gan..."

Qin Wuque smacked his lips slightly: "That's the usual style of your FBI, very despicable, but also very effective...Okay, I admit that I can't kill you directly now, but..."

As soon as he finished speaking, he grabbed Akai Shuichi's collar and exerted force suddenly, lifting him from the ground and throwing him into the air in front of the latter's horrified eyes.

He leaned forward, gathering his strength and assuming the Rising Dragon Fist stance, then leaped upward before Akai Shuichi began to fall, and punched out like thunder, hitting the latter's chest heavily.

Click!

The sound of broken ribs was clearly heard, and Akai Shuichi, who was flying in the air, couldn't help but spit out a mouthful of blood. The unparalleled force almost pierced his entire chest cavity, and even the spine in his back made a faint whimpering sound as if he could not bear the heavy burden.

At the same time, Qin Wuque on the ground took two quick steps back, his eyes fixed on Akai Shuichi who was floating in the air. He saw the right moment, took a big step forward, turned around and kicked him with great force like a meteorite hitting the earth, and he flew backwards and smashed into the tiles of a ruined house not far away.

The severe pain from the broken bones made Shuichi Akai's eyes almost dark, but he still forced himself to control his body and try to get up from the ground.

But someone was a step ahead of him.

In his blurry vision, Shuichi Akai saw Qin Wuque appear in front of him almost instantly, grabbing his collar, picking him up from the ground and holding him high above his head.

From top to bottom, he finally saw the rage flowing like magma in the other person's eyes under the mask.

"If you think this is the end, you are too young, Mr. Zha!"

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PS: Okay, I didn't explain it clearly. It's my fault. It's not that Akemi will be sad if I kill Shuichi Akai, and it's not that I won't kill him just because Shuichi Akai has a name. It's that if Shuichi Akai is killed, Akemi might die. Shuichi Akai is taking a gamble that the protagonist dare not take.

Chapter 51 I Don’t Have Many Friends

Hotel, guest room.

Vermouth leaned lazily against the head of the bed, with a large, soft and comfortable mattress beneath her. She used the hotel's wireless network to browse her phone with one hand while eating the snacks that Qin Wuque had prepared for her before he left.

Her injuries were actually not as serious as imagined. She had avoided all the fatal points. Moreover, people like her who roamed in illegal areas for years and would die if killed would wear a close-fitting, thin bulletproof vest except when sleeping. If necessary, they would even wear it when sleeping. Generally speaking, as long as they were not killed by a headshot on the spot, there was a chance that they could survive.