I really don't care

Moore knew that Rhett's small body might not be able to fight most of the suspects, let alone a strong man.

It's better to say that with his small body, he can't even hold down some female prisoners who exploded, right?

Moore was outside watching Rhett walking up and down, crouching down and hiding himself among the bushes in the garden.

Moore's heart has been hanging since Rhett entered.

Then he heard: "FBI!"

Oh, it's over, this kid must have been discovered.As soon as Moore turned his head over there, he saw Rhett flying out.

Rhett fell very hard, and he was afraid that he would not be able to move on.

There was also a sound in the distance, it was the sound of a car engine, Moore turned his head to take a look, and found that it was two cars, presumably they were other people who were out on duty?

But in the current situation... Moore could see that Rhett might not be able to do it.

Those people are afraid that they will not be able to catch up.

Seeing this bowl of big fists about to hit Rhett—huh?He actually changed his trick temporarily and strangled Reid's neck, presumably as a hostage?

Although there is more room for manoeuvres in this way, Moore felt that they would not be able to make it in time, so he got up quickly and quietly slipped to the door while Rhett was struggling slightly.

Thanks to those bushes!

Moore saw that Reid was about to be strangled to death, and the murderer kept retreating. He touched the gun on the ground, picked it up, and shot it at the prisoner's hand. The gun from the side let the criminal eat it. Letting go hadn't hurt him yet.

The bullet got stuck in the knuckle, and it looked like it was in pain, at least Rhett was able to escape by taking this opportunity.He lowered his body, and jumped forward to leave the prisoner's attack range.

Moore's shooting angle is very tricky. Generally speaking, the recoil of the gun can even take away an arm, but he didn't even hurt Red, so his shooting accuracy can be seen.

Without professional training, it is impossible to aim and shoot in less than a second.

Especially with such good accuracy.

Rhett knew that he might have been lucky enough to meet an expert, but he couldn't tell what the situation of this expert was, maybe he was just an ordinary person.

But from the bottom of his heart, Reid still hopes that this person has some kind of special agent or FBI status——

Before he could react, a figure appeared from the edge of his vision.

The speed was so fast that Rhett couldn't even confirm if it was a human figure.

Something flies past.

The figure jumped up and kicked the criminal out.

It was the first time Rhett had seen such a simple and rude thing—he meant that none of his companions seemed to have such great strength and such a long time in the air.

Rhett suddenly felt something flying towards him, because the speed was too fast, he couldn't see it clearly, and he couldn't dodge it, he got that thing in his hand.

It was strange that something like that fell into his arms.

——It's his pistol.

Because the person stayed in the air for long enough, Rhett could even see the person's appearance clearly.Short black hair, a full forehead, a high nose bridge... the rest can't be seen from the side, and he couldn't see the eyes of the person coming.

But he could clearly see the flapping corner of the person's clothes and that ruthless kick.

From his clothes, he could tell that it was the young man he had just met, the young man he had misidentified as a suspect.

Didn't I say it all, it has nothing to do with him...

Rhett had a lot of thoughts in his mind, but in the end, although he blamed the visitor, he was still grateful in his heart.Thank you for saving his life.

*

Moore still dislikes the clothes on his body. Although the size is fine, he wears them without washing... He still has a mental cleanliness addiction.

He suddenly felt that his actions were a little impulsive, completely exposing himself to the FBI's eyes.He doesn't have any birth records yet... In short, he might be a black household.

But watching this funny little guy die like this, he still couldn't accept it.

Moore floated to the ground, and at the same time, a dull 'dong' came over.

Reid was attracted by the young man's youthful figure, so he didn't even go to see the murderer immediately, but kept his eyes glued to Moore's body.

It wasn't until the sound came that he suddenly woke up, stood up and took out the handcuffs from behind, and put the gun in his hand again.

For the time being, he didn't care about the young people who were on the sidelines.

The sound of the car disappeared because the car was parked outside the garden of this villa.

Moore looked at them, his feet moved, and he really wanted to slip away, but seeing the eyes of Rhett, who had finished handcuffing the criminal who passed out because his head hit the floor, he still curled his lips, and his footsteps were still Did not step out.

Moore stayed, but he was not questioned. Instead, he was verbally thanked by Rhett's colleagues, and then they wanted to treat him to a meal, but they were very busy anyway, and it was not easy to relax for the time being.

Because the criminal has not yet woken up and has not yet been interrogated.

Moore left a phone number at the end and exchanged contacts with Rhett—if Rhett asked for the phone number, I would not believe it—yes, because it was Moore who asked for the phone number.

Later, they would sometimes send text messages to each other, so that after a few trips, the conversation between them would not be so rusty.Over time, they became friends, the ordinary kind.

That's why Moore and Red became friends.

*

Seeing Rhett here, Moore was not surprised. After all, although Rhett was several years older than him, he still looked like a baby.

It's the kind that doesn't seem to trust him to go out to work.

Rhett is at least two or three years older than Moore, but he looks younger than Moore.Just looking at that thin figure, you can tell that Reid is not a strong type at all, and standing with Moore makes him even more petite.

Moore smiled, "What's the case here?"

Rhett wanted to answer subconsciously, but in fact he couldn't control his mouth. Just as he was about to say something, he immediately realized that he retracted his words, but the suspicious pause was noticed by Moore, "...it's nothing."

Moore thought about how Rhett became like that last time. It was really a life-and-death situation. Now he doesn't quite believe Rhett's words.He pondered for a while, "So this time it's not a case."

Rhett: "No, it's just an ordinary case."

Moore: "But you just said nothing."

Rhett's eyes were still looking at Moore's upper body - the place below the neck, he knew it was not good to talk to others without looking directly, but, but...

"It's okay, you shouldn't be involved."

It was not the first time that Rhett had spoken such words deliberately leaving aside the friendship between them, and it was not the first time that Moore had heard them.

Moore was always tolerant of Rhett, and he seemed like Rhett's older brother.

Moore smiled and put his hands on Rhett's shoulders, "Spencer, you know, I can't let you take risks."

I'm sorry, although I'm very sorry for him, but Moore must know the truth now, he must look at Rhett, and he cannot let him take risks.

Properly showing weakness or pulling in relationships will have incredible effects.

Moore's words really made Rhett very difficult to deal with.His eyes were full of astonishment - he could also see Moore's careful thinking, but, that being said, Moore's addressing strategy still worked at all.

Red is sorry to bring his friend into the mix, but... that's all he does!

Rhett scratched his curly hair, "Um..."

Although he was still a little reluctant, but looking at Moore's current state, it was hard to say whether he would follow him all the time, and he didn't even know if he was followed.

Just put Moore under his nose.

So Rhett told the truth.

"What?!" Moore showed Rhett's expected surprise.His face was full of surprise, even the feeling of alienation was not so strong, which made Rhett feel that he was closer to Moore than before.

"Come here." Moore greeted Rhett with his hand.

Rhett followed obediently.

Although Moore was still wearing Tim's clothes, he also wore his own coat—the windbreaker. After all, there were too many things in it and he couldn't let others take it away.

"Already know the person's name?" Moore knew that even if Hydra could reach the sky, it would be difficult to survive in Gotham. It must be difficult to install a spy. It is probably not a problem to directly check this person.

Moore learned the Hydra's name from Rhett—maybe not his real name but a pseudonym, but a pseudonym and a photo were enough for Moore to find him—before he sent the person's photo down. After his subordinates went to look for him, he heard a little bit of expectation and fear in Rhett's voice, the feeling of embarrassment that caused him trouble.

"I, I can do it by myself, er..." He met Moore's eyes. Although Moore didn't speak, his eyes were always looking at Rhett, which put some pressure on Rhett, which made Rhett feel uncomfortable. De changed the subject, "I mean, thank you."

Only then did Moore laugh, "You're welcome, we are friends." His eyes shone brightly like starlight, and his brows and eyes were curved, making other people who saw this smile smile unconsciously.

So, Rhett naturally laughed along with Moore—it was said that laughter is contagious, and Rhett's dull mood improved a bit.

Rhett couldn't wait, his life was always fast-paced because of cases, and suddenly he was uncomfortable with nothing to do during work hours, and he grabbed the strap of his messenger bag. "Uh, now what are we going to do."

Moore looked at his hand that kept rubbing the strap with a funny face, "Wait."

"Wait?" Rhett subconsciously asked, "How long will it take?"

"Hmm..." Moore responded casually, looking around, as if he didn't care about Rhett at all, but Moore's next sentence let Rhett know that he was indeed being cared about, "It may take half a month at most." hour, so—would you like a cup of coffee?"

His finger pointed to the coffee shop not far across the street.

Whether this care was due to caring or friendship, Rhett suddenly felt relaxed.He liked the reassurance it gave him.

So Rhett tried to raise the corners of his mouth to make himself more natural, but instead screwed up and became very stiff.

Only the voice conveyed his thought, "Okay."

The author has something to say:

I'm coming, I'm coming

Little Doctor: What are you going to do?

Moore: Wait.

Little Doctor:?

Waiting and waiting for the criminal to hit himself in the face?

the answer is--

Of course not hahahahahahaha

It's party night, but more importantly

Today is Chairman Mao's birthday! ! !

-