[Comprehensive] Start a family with Fu Heijun in the world of Ke Xue

Chapter 110 Five

What is Mihua Town like in the early morning?

Toru Amuro can answer this question, because he can see it every day while living a double-faced life and working four jobs.

Kazama Yuya parked the car aside, and handed the newly bought clothes to the boss who finished the morning exercise.

He has great respect for a boss who has been on high alert and disciplined for ten years.

"I received a text message from Gin. It seems that there will be a big operation at ten o'clock this morning." Toru Amuro said calmly: "I suspect that this operation will have something to do with foreign organizations of supernatural beings."

Kazama Yuya showed a nervous expression when he heard the words, he pushed his glasses: "Do you need to notify the Supernatural Secret Service Division to assist in the investigation?"

Toru Amuro shook his head: "The information we currently have is not enough, and I will continue to follow up the winery's intelligence work."

Kazama Yuya's lips moved, looking at the thinking boss, he couldn't help but said: "Are you really not going to the interview with the Public Security Committee?"

Although the undercover lurking mission has been carried out for many years, Toru Amuro has been promoted to the position of chief inspector in the public security by virtue of his outstanding skills.

And it was also noticed by the high-level of the Public Security Committee. The members of the zero team knew that their team leader was frequently thrown olive branches.

"Kazama, it took me more than ten years from graduating from the police academy to sneaking into the black organization. I will not end this mission until the black organization is completely eradicated." Toru Amuro said seriously.

Since embarking on this path, Toru Amuro has never been burdened with the belief of being alone.

Amuro looked at himself in the mirror, recalling Belmode's words.

He should be completely trusted by the organization now.

Over the years, they have obtained a lot of evidence of crimes committed by black organizations, but they have been short of timing.

When Toru Amuro completely touched the core of the organization, that is when he completely destroyed the organization in black.

Amuro has a premonition that the ultimate showdown between red and black is coming.

————I am the dividing line between Mihua Town and Hawaii———

The people in the organization paid a lot of compensation, enough to buy the latest jet skis and hydrojet hovercraft.

The children of the Oda family were immediately fascinated by the charm of flying in the air, and even Fu Heisher was interested in going to the sea to try.

After Karasuma Nanase sent the information to make an appointment for skydiving and helicopter flight training, she found that Oda Sakunosuke was sitting on the side listening to the phone.

"I see, please help her with the transfer procedures as soon as possible." Oda Sakunosuke said and hung up the phone.

Noticing Karasuma Nanase's puzzled eyes, he explained: "It's Marina, who said that there is a girl who was abandoned by her parents and needs help."

Marina is the lady they met ten years ago in the Shiga Kogen Snow Mountain in Nagano Prefecture. Now she has let go of her killing intent and works in a child welfare agency to help children keep in touch with the Oda family.

After achieving financial freedom, Sakunosuke Oda has done a big thing, established a child welfare agency, and has adopted 30 children so far.

Odasaku himself is very satisfied with the current situation. Book sales are good and income is stable, and he can help children in need.

"Abandoned, is there a congenital disease?" Karasuma Nanase thought for a while: "You can send it to the children's hospital under the Oda Group, and the little sister will receive good treatment."

Hearing that the parents had abandoned her, Karasuma Nanase thought that the child who was sent this time was not very old, and based on past experience, either had obvious disabilities or congenital diseases.

"That child is as old as you, and he is 15 years old this year." Oda Sakunosuke looked at the message on the tablet: "Marina said that the child is very lonely and has been absent from school for a long time since elementary school."

Karasuma Nanase took the tablet. In the photo, the girl in school uniform looked slender and weak. She had waist-length hair.

The pretty girl looked listless and unhappy, and even her big green eyes seemed unfocused.

"Next week, Asuki will transfer to your class." Oda Sakunosuke said.

"She looks so cute, is her name Kiki?" Karasuma Nanase smiled at the worried guardian: "We will definitely become good friends."

"Nanase, do you know what Dazai is doing recently? Has he encountered any trouble?" Oda Sakunosuke showed a worried expression: "Before departure, he rejected my invitation to the drinking party twice."

Karasuma Nanase blinked when she heard the words: "As far as I know, Brother Dazai rejected the invitation from the official national supernatural agency, and he prefers to enjoy detective games in the free Mihua."

"Odasaku, you know that brother Dazai likes exciting challenges the most, but as long as he wants to or has played enough, he can escape smoothly." Karasuma Nanase said.

But Osamu Dazai's curiosity was too strong.

He is like a bandage cat with great curiosity. When to open Pandora's box depends only on whether the bandage cat wants to seek more exciting games.

Osamu Dazai didn't realize that while he was staring at Pandora's Box, Pandora's Box was also looking at him.

The suicide detective, who was worried by his friends, was humming a song and walking on the street of Mihua, and there was a text message in his cell phone that was read.

Osamu Dazai was in a good mood, because he realized that the behind-the-scenes instructor who had assigned him various difficult cases and trained him in various ways for the past ten years was finally about to surface.

Passwords, wiretapping, negotiation and other courses were taught to him in a battle of wits.

Osamu Dazai is very smart. After absorbing this knowledge, he is more interested in finding out the true identity of the manipulator behind the scenes.

Gin is not in a good mood, of course not because of ten years of work and endless rats, but because of the industrial reorganization within the organization.

As the leader of the action group, Gin Jiu is keenly aware of the reorganization of the industry within the organization and seems to be about to make a big move.

The organization's investment in new drug development has decreased, but has been transferred to the scientific and technological research and development department.

It was not in the usual style of "that gentleman", and it was not in the style of rum.

The drug research and development department has always been the core part of the black organization. In these years, no one in the organization can tell that the drug development is still very smooth because of 007's sudden death.

This reduction in investment in the drug research and development department is an eye-catching signal that even Gin is somewhat concerned about.

The silver-haired man drank the spirit in the glass indifferently. He was in a bad mood now because Ramsay gave him a newcomer.

Gin has not brought newcomers for many years, because newcomers are becoming less and less resistant to it.

The door was pushed open, and Gin showed a cruel smile to the slender young man who was walking towards here and was wrapped in bandages.

He wanted to see what was so great about the newcomer recommended by Rum.

At this moment, the confident Osamu Dazai has not yet realized how dark-hearted the instructor behind the scenes is. Now, if he wants to join the winery and work hard, he even has to shoddy the wooden warehouse, interrogation, close combat and other skills.

"A glass of gin." Osamu Dazai sat at the bar, and he looked sideways at the man who exuded the aura of "I'm a tough guy to mess with, get away".

There was a calm smile on the face that fascinated the young girls and tried to drag him into the grave, and there was some determination in the iris eyes: "You are—"

Before Osamu Dazai could finish his words, he was pressed directly on the bar counter, and his obviously stronger hands grabbed fate's throat.

But the man who did it didn't even move his eyes, and the bartender shook the shaker calmly and rhythmically, as if he wouldn't be surprised by anything that happened in the bar.

This man has eyes like a lone wolf, and when his aura erupted in an instant, Osamu Dazai even felt the shudder brought by the murderous aura.

This man must have killed many, many people. Does the person in the organization that pursues a mysterious and cover-up style actually have this style?

He is not the teacher who has been sending messages to him for the past ten years, this man is more like a gold medal killer hidden in the steel jungle.

"Are all the people in your organization so quick-tempered?" Osamu Dazai, who knew his physical strength, simply relaxed his body and said in a teasing tone.

Gin is no surprise, the newcomers who can be favored by Rum must have enough brains.

And as soon as he came into contact with Gin, he discovered that this well-known suicide detective in Mihua has the characteristics suitable for living in the other world.

"Guest, your grappa brandy." The bartender said respectfully.

"Save this glass of grappa brandy until you pass the test." Gin said coldly.

"Nanase, why are you smiling so happily all of a sudden?" Zheng Fu Heihui couldn't help asking, he noticed that the girl who had been keeping her eyes closed just now suddenly smiled very sweetly.

"Recalling last month's financial report, the employees of the Oda Group are really capable." Karasuma Nanase said that she couldn't stop laughing at the end.

Karasuma Nanase handed the towel to the boy who was soaking in hot water: "It's time, Xiaohui help me reapply sunscreen."

Fitzgerald didn't expect that the place where the Black Organization made an appointment would be a porcelain exhibition. He came alone as required and saw a man with a crow brooch hanging on his chest.

Fitzgerald didn't step forward to ask directly, because the man was looking at the woman beside him lovingly, and gently stroking the woman's swollen abdomen with his hands.

Fitzgerald is very familiar with this emotion. Many years ago, he and his wife waited with anticipation and love for the birth of their daughter.

The man with skin that looked like fine china walked up after a conversation and looked at Fitzgerald. "I'm Mr. Fitzgerald, please follow me."

This man had not received any training, and Fitzgerald, who had judged it immediately, followed him to another room with confidence.

"I've heard about you and your wife. The Baixia porcelain you made is also famous abroad." It's just unexpected that the most powerful ceramic master in Japan is actually a member of a transnational criminal organization.

As if aware of the unspoken words, the man with white skin like white porcelain said while pushing open the door: "After entering this door, Mr. Fitzgerald will see our most outstanding works."

Fitzgerald looked up and was stunned. The girl lying on the sofa in a small dress looked exactly like his daughter.

"There is such a rule in Japan's ceramic industry that firing pottery dolls that are exactly the same as real people is a taboo that means unknown.

Because of the use of a special Shirakawa-yaki technique that has been lost in Japan for a long time, experienced potters are able to bake the existence that is very suitable as a container. "Asaki Baixia said.

Fitzgerald's heart beat faster as he noticed that the china, fired in his daughter's image, seemed alive.

"Here is a contract. After you pay a 50% deposit after signing, a professional person will summon your daughter's soul back." Asaki Baixia said.

"Will she smile at us as healthy as ever, and kiss her mother and me good morning?" Fitzgerald asked intently.

"I swear by my unborn child that your daughter will return to you and live a healthy and happy life as usual." Asaki Baixia said.

"Are there any precautions?" Fitzgerald continued to ask, he couldn't wait to put the broken family back together.

"After that lovely lady returns to the world, protect her this time so that she will not be hurt and not let her be taken away by death." Zhao Mu Baixia said.

Fitzgerald picked up his pen. "How much do I need to pay as a deposit?"

"25 billion, we accept payment in the form of weapons and materials in kind." Before Zhaomu Baixia finished speaking according to the memorized lines, she saw the man write the check with swift movements.

"Before the professional psychic master comes, Mr. Fitzgerald needs to answer a question, who told you about Renhu." Asaki Baixia asked.

Fitzgerald stroked the face of the porcelain figure and replied bluntly: "A thin Russian man who likes to wear knitted hats. His name is Fyodor Dostoevsky."

Ten minutes later, people in the other world put a new message on the top of the page of the free trading zone on the dark web.

70 billion rewards for the head of Fyodor Dostoevsky, a supernatural being.

In the current economic downturn, this super high price is like a stone thrown into the spring water, which suddenly disturbs the fish in the pond.

The little fishes were all curious about what this strange and long-named superpower did, while the sharks who smelled the blood began to gear up to make extra money.

The eyes of the middle-aged man who was about to set off to watch the "Generation of Miracles" ball game with a little lolita in one hand and an aid bag in the other.

This middle-aged handsome man with thinning hair but still hard to hide his temperament hugged the little girl beside him: "Alice, do you want to buy a new little skirt?"