Back in time, Jing Baiye held the toy handcuffs and recalled what the desperate child said back then.
His memory is very delicate, and it is difficult to remember ordinary or ugly people, such as Vodka Tequila and the others. He barely remembered vodka because he was often with Gin, and he had to go through the system for the ordinary Dai Geli.
Only in the social section can you remember who he is.
In the past, his boss and second-in-command of the organization, Rum, was responsible for distributing money to him when he was in France. He was able to make money quickly and in large amounts, and his other handsomeness made Jing Baiye remember his face.
But he can remember certain special things very clearly. He has been like this since his first life. Every detail and every sentence of those things - including the expression on the face of the person who spoke - he can remember them all.
I can't forget it now.
Thinking of the child whose soul was gone, Jing Baiye felt a little complicated, and for a while he didn't know how to deal with this thing he had thrown away.
"Who found this? Obviously...thrown it into the trash can."
He paused and did not say the exact personal pronoun. It was strange to say "I" or "he".
"It was Belmode who picked it up." The boss replied, "At that time, she saw you running out alone and found that your door was unlocked, so she went in to check the situation."
It was just an illegal intrusion into someone else's house. Even Shirley, who had the cleanest hands among them, did not show any condemnation.
She touched enough of Moni and carefully returned it to the boss: "Then why did you call me here?"
"The two men of Angstra don't like each other, and they can easily get into fights. It would be dangerous to leave you there alone." The boss's eyes fell on the cat, dog, and wolf on Jing Baiye's sweater, and a flash of thought seemed to flash across his face.
With a weird smile, "I want to see how you are doing by the way. Have you ever been frightened by being stared at?"
Ireland leaned against a shelf with his hands folded. Hearing his words, he suddenly stood up straight: "Sir, since xyz cocktail has set its sights on Shirley, it's best to deal with him as soon as possible."
"No, we have to wait until at least this Saturday." The boss interrupted him and reached out to touch Shirley's head. "Sorry, I have to worry you for a while. You should be careful this week. I'll let you go after a while."
Angstra will take you to the hot springs to relax...don't be too afraid, he can protect you."
"Okay." Shirley smiled, without any fear in her expression.
The boss retracted his hand and looked at the silent Jing Baiye, finding that he was still looking at the handcuffs: "You hate these handcuffs?"
"It's not that I hate it, I just don't know how to deal with it better."
It was the original owner who made the rescue agreement with the person who sent the handcuffs. It was the original owner who was so desperate that he threw away the handcuffs in the end. Jing Baiye was just a substitute to avenge him.
This toy handcuff is very special, it is not an ordinary toy, it is the original owner's former treasure and... a completely broken dream.
——The original owner not only hopes that the police can rescue him, he also wants to be a policeman to save children who live in violence like him.
Jing Baiye sighed and finally put the handcuffs back into his pocket.
"How are your recent shooting and sniping scores?" The boss began to check his homework.
"It's almost the same as before...I'm in a better condition now."
Jing Baiye opened the system panel and took a look. His shooting was A-level. Even the faceless dog soul was better than most people.
Under the influence of this passive skill, his average or above-average fighting skills can be pushed to the Special A level, and his already high-level shooting has returned to the level before he accidentally shot his friend in his second life.
"Keep practicing and don't relax. Most people's talents require continuous practice to maintain."
The boss held the gray Scottish Fold cat, gently stroked its chin with his fingers, and continued to say to him: "You have weapons for long-distance combat, so it's best to look for melee weapons. You are weak.
In addition, suitable teammates may not be around...you can't always go into battles empty-handed."
Ireland looked around: "This happens to be a weapons depot. I just looked through this place. There are many weapons suitable for close combat."
"No, I can prepare it myself. It's time for me to go back now."
There were a lot of weapons in the Jing Baiye system store, and he didn't forget that there were two men waiting outside.
Although he really wanted to trust Tohru Amuro and Morohoshi, he had died on the spot because of their fight not long ago... It was better to go back early. With the two of them, Shirley and the bonus given to him by the boss were all there.
, if a fight really breaks out, he can stop them.
"Ireland, do you know where Walter's PPS pistol is? I want to give it to Shirley." Jing Baiye asked again.
He did not forget the excuse he made in front of his men. The Walter PPS pistol was relatively small and was a weapon developed for concealed carry by plainclothes law enforcement officers. It was very suitable for Shirley, who had small hands.
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"Bang bang!"
In the shooting training area, as the two men each fired their last shot, the results of their competition accurately popped up on the nearby instrument.
Shuichi Akai put down his gun. He was one step ahead of Tohru Amuro and was the winner this time.
He glanced at the gloomy face of Toru Amuro next to him, and his original bad mood was swept away, and he wanted to light a cigarette for himself.
——Seeing that this loyal golden retriever was unhappy, he suddenly felt much better.
Akai Shuichi even did something he rarely did when he was in the FBI. He raised a provocative sneer on his lips to deliberately stimulate the other party: "It seems that Angstra has a very good vision and can identify who is more powerful at a glance.
, more suitable to be a bodyguard."
I don't know which keyword touched Toru Amuro's pain point, and his eyes became fierce.
However, before he could have a seizure, the electronic door of the shooting training area opened automatically, and Angstra came back with Shirley.
Shuichi Akai watched them approach and glanced at Toru Amuro out of the corner of his eye. Sure enough, the moment he saw Angstra, he switched to a gentle and friendly face. This kind of face change speed can even top actors
I'm afraid they will all be ashamed of themselves.
"..." Does Angostela know how many faces this guy has?
Akai Shuichi won this contest. After feeling childishly happy, he felt more dissatisfaction with Tohru Amuro.
When Angstra left just now, he originally wanted to find a reason to follow because he saw his junior boss sending emails while waiting for the elevator. There might be other organization members here.
Even if he doesn't have one, it doesn't matter. It would be a good idea to take a look at the organization's arsenal so that he can judge what their equipment is like.
Unfortunately, Toru Amuro stopped him before he could say anything.
Akai Shuichi couldn't tell whether this obstruction was Amuro Toru's personal wish or Angstra's order. No matter how dissatisfied he was, he could only accept Amuro Toru's competition request because he couldn't leave them to insist on going.
An arsenal of weapons, the impression of unclear intentions.