Jing Baiye let go of Tohru Amuro, carefully looked at Zhu Xingda's face next to him, and breathed a sigh of relief when he found that nothing was serious.
On the way here, the system told him how he fainted just now. It was all caused by the passive skill [Death in Place], and there was nothing wrong with his body.
"No need to check, I'm just in a temporary coma."
Toru Amuro handed him the clothes while looking at the bandage on his body: "The bandage was stained with dust when you fell to the ground. Do you want to change it?"
"No need." It's not like he fell into the toilet or sewer.
Jing Baiye put his shirt back on. At this time, he noticed that Toru Amuro's clothes were very dirty on the chest - this dark-skinned subordinate prefers to wear light-colored clothes that are not resistant to dirt - and it looked like uncleaned footprints.
It's still close to my heart.
He knew very well that this was Gin's style, and he frowned and reached out to wipe him clean: "Did Gin kick you? Are you feeling sad now?"
There was no resentment in Toru Amuro's tone, and his smile was gentle: "It's okay, it's my fault. I disobeyed him first."
Not far away, Zhu Xingda coughed strangely. Jing Baiye immediately looked at him, thinking of what Ginjiu had done to him before, and asked with the same worry: "Did Ginjiu do something to you too?"
"No." Zhu Xingda stood up straight and said in a calm and normal tone: "It happened suddenly. Before I had time to do anything, Gin took you away."
When Zhu Xingda finished speaking about Cao Cao and Cao Cao's arrival, the door to the medical room suddenly opened - Gin came back here after discussing things with the boss. Perhaps he noticed that the atmosphere in the medical room was strange, he raised his head and glanced at them coldly.
Jing Baiye was used to Ginjiu sarcastically speaking to and even attacking lower-level members, but hitting others was different from hitting his subordinates. He couldn't help but said: "Ginjiu, you shouldn't be rough with my people casually."
This time he came here with his Porsche. He was embarrassed to steal money, but he had to give a verbal reminder.
"I have avoided his face." Gin put his hand into his pocket and took out the cigarette case halfway. After seeing Jing Baiye in front of him, he stuffed it back and added coldly: "Instead of teaching me a lesson, you first
They should be taught how to be obedient and not to disobey orders casually... Where is Calvados?"
The second half of the sentence was about Friedman. The former undercover agent replied: "He came to find the backup car and left a few minutes ago."
Ginjiu didn't ask further, he just asked casually. He reminded Jing Baiye: "Angstra, it's time for you to equip yourself with a suitable means of transportation. It's impossible for someone to give you a ride all the time."
Jing Baiye nodded, this was a question he also thought about when he rushed over.
Although he has three men who can usually drive him to and from him, it is inevitable that he will encounter special circumstances like today. It is time for him to prepare transportation in his system backpack.
Gin left with vodka. He didn't mention any information about xyz cocktail. This was not because he had forgotten, but because there were other people here. Jing Baiye knew that he would receive his email or phone call again in the afternoon or evening.
There were only three of them and Friedman left in the medical room. Jing Baiye looked at the training ground instructor who was sending an email to someone: "Are there any motorcycles here?"
"No, there are only two spare cars at the training ground." Friedman put away his phone and showed a subtle smile: "Calvados told me in the email that he was willing to take good care of you when Belmode was away.
Now I am willing to prepare a transportation vehicle for you, do you want it?"
Jing Baiye refused without much thought: "No need, I already have a temporary guardian."
There are many means of transportation in the system store. After dealing with Ethan Hondo, Kai Baiye completed some tasks one after another. Currently, the reward points have exceeded 10,000. In addition, the lottery bonus was transferred to his account in the morning.
He is no longer poor.
However, he still took the economical route and chose to exchange the drawings for making the motorcycle himself: "Are there any good motorcycle shops near here?"
"Yes, I will send you the address and the identity of the store manager." Friedman clicked a few times on his mobile phone. He had difficulty with his right hand and his left hand was slow to send emails: "This is a friend I used to know in the United States. He can
I’ll give you a discount.”
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It was almost 1 pm when the three of them left.
Toru Amuro sat in the driver's seat, Morohoshi sat in the passenger seat, and Angstra, as the boss, sat in the back seat.
This arrangement made Toru Amuro very dissatisfied. He didn't want this guy to sit next to him at all, but it was a pity that the seating etiquette was like this... and he didn't want Moroboshi to sit next to Angstra.
The car drove some distance and stopped at the traffic light at the intersection. Toru Amuro took advantage of the waiting time to ask: "Is that store manager related to the organization?"
This is the most convenient place to get along with Angstra. If you have anything to say, you can ask directly. When it comes to confidentiality, he will not answer at most, and will not do anything casually like Gin.
"Scott Green, a former SEAL sergeant major, once served as a sniper instructor in the military academy." Angstra revealed the other party's identity, "I have never seen or heard of him in the United States, so it shouldn't matter.
.”
Hearing this identity, Toru Amuro couldn't help but feel disgusted: "Then why would he, an American veteran, come to Japan?"
Unlike many Japanese, Toru Amuro does not have the slightest fondness for a series of American things such as the FBI, CIA, and the US military.
"It's not surprising." Morohoshi put his big hands on the car window. Hearing them talk about this topic, he joined in naturally, "There are more than 30,000 US troops stationed in Japan, and many soldiers will choose to settle in Japan after retiring...
Based on this calculation, the number of U.S. troops is actually greater than it appears."
Angstra leaned forward and put her head on the gap between the front seats: "How do you know?"
"I stayed in the United States for a while." Zhu Xingda looked back at him, "Sit tight, the car is about to leave."
The traffic light on the opposite side turned green, and Toru Amuro stepped on the accelerator without saying a word, only to hear the other two people in the car continue to communicate:
"You've finally been discharged from the army, shouldn't you take a good rest at home?"
"Maybe he likes Japanese culture." Zhu Xingda saw him sitting back and looked out the window again, "But I don't understand them. The Japanese environment is too repressive, interpersonal relationships are troublesome, and the suicide rate is very high..."
As if recalling something bad, he added: "There are many perverts."
Toru Amuro didn't know why the All Stars Conference came to this conclusion.
"Then you prefer the American environment?" Angstra said considerately, "If there is a mission in the United States in the future, I will take you there with me."
"Okay." Zhuxing laughed.
Toru Amuro tightened her grip on the steering wheel, and couldn't help but glare at Morohoshi through the rearview mirror.
A guy who once smuggled himself to the United States and worked as a gangster for an unknown amount of time, and was finally thrown back by the Immigration Bureau... actually preaches the goodness of the United States and the badness of Japan? How disgusting!