Red and black camp simulation game

When the whiskey trio was serious about acting, Nayue was also serious about laughing.

No, the wound on his waist is about to tear if he smiles again. Are they really undercover elites and not some comedian combination?

The current situation that month was actually not as miserable as other people thought, because shooting at such a close range would easily kill even the abdomen, so Ley just let the shot go as far as possible to confuse Belmod. The side of the waist and abdomen brushed, and Nayue perfectly cooperated with him to pretend to be shot in a dangerous part and leaned against the corner of the wall. Thanks to the 30% pain system, he was quite relaxed, and even tried not to laugh.

The shoulders of the police officer who was leaning against the wall with his head hanging were slightly trembling, as if he finally couldn't stand being humiliated by the criminals. This detail was noticed by all the people present who were watching him secretly, and shot him for a while. Ley, who hadn't put it away, felt his nose itchy, and resisted the urge to sneeze with perseverance.

Did he catch a cold from Scotland?Ley frowned secretly.

They were all members of this hateful organization named Ley... They didn't even care about the commercial street outside, and shot at Kaka directly.

Bourbon and Scotland forced themselves not to move their eyes to the injured friend. They were so anxious now that they were afraid that the pervert Ley would say that the injured young police officer should be taken back to the safe house and locked up.

If the other party really dared to do that, they would definitely beat him to death on the spot, not to mention that Belmode is still here... Anyway, it's all Ley's fault!

There was a chill behind a certain FBI.

The young Jing Wang, who had been silent since he was injured, slowly raised his head at this time, his light red eyes looked a bit like glass beads suitable for playing with in the weak sunlight, his face was bloodless, and he spoke with a smirk : "Really, I never thought I would be so popular in your eyes, really..."

"I'm flattered."

He looked calm and calm, as if it wasn't him who was lying here and was about to lose too much blood from being shot, but someone else.

The female star who hurried over after receiving the email closed her eyes. Why did she feel that what this brat said sounded like he wanted to catch them all and throw them in?

"Okay, don't make your 'hobbies' remarks in front of me, since the warning is over," Belmode sneered, "Even if Ley's gun is equipped with a silencer, I don't want to be heard by those sensitive people If you call the police, I advise you to leave early."

"I remember that the target of your assassination in the morning is not far away, right?" The beauty glanced at them, her intention of chasing them was very obvious.

As rookies who have just entered the organization for a year, although the three of them have obtained code names, they still have far less right to speak than Belmode, the big celebrity in front of the boss. Alone, there is no way to stop talking.

Scotland, who was the first to make 'perverted remarks', clearly felt the inexplicable disgust and disgust in Belmode's eyes.

He still wanted to say something tentatively, but was pulled away by Bourbon indiscriminately.

Ley walked past them in silence, and the target of their hatred shifted back, and they also followed Ley to the outside of the alley with sullen faces.

That month did not lower his head again, he just quietly looked up at the woman in front of him, but Belmode felt that their positions seemed to be changed, and the condescending person became an injured police officer.

Name: Sharon Wynyard

Age: unknown

Faction: Black

Status: Belmode, international actress, your coach, mother's friend, your supervisor/you guessed it

Evaluation: The popular person in front of the organization boss, the Witch with Thousand Faces who is good at disguise and voice-changing, has outstanding abilities in all aspects, and at the same time implements the characteristics of an intelligence officer, she is an out-and-out mystic. ps. The attitude towards you is very different, do you want to test it out?

As early as the confrontation with Black Fang Whiskey in the police academy, he knew that someone in the organization was paying attention to him in that month - a child who was raised by two undercover agents and was working as a policeman, he was like a moving target , it's just that the people from the organization never came to attack him, so he got two conclusions by reasoning that month.

One is that his existence is still useful to the organization, and the other is... the person who supervises him in the dark is very special.

Obviously, as long as he followed this clue and explored further, he could get almost all the information about his identity, that month paused, and turned his head away.

Now that there are still more and more mysteries emerging, the dangerous instinct suddenly strong in his heart makes him not intend to solve the biggest mystery.

"Long time no see, Teacher Sharon." Nayue cautiously chose to use the address she used when facing the coach (this is the name that Coach Belmode personally admitted, although the virtual coach can only say a few simple words). With a slight frown on his face, "Are you going to stay and silence me, a 'policeman'?"

Belmode's gaze became more complicated, Nayue pretended not to see anything, avoiding her sight.

A roll of tourniquet was thrown on him, and that month could hear the woman turn around without saying a word and walk outside.

...She stayed here just to give a roll of bandages. She had guessed it, but for some reason, Nayue still felt a little disappointed in her heart for no reason.

He sighed, turned his eyes and smiled: as soon as Belmode left, a pile of medical supplies was placed in the place covered by the water pipe at the entrance of the alley.

Did those idiots rob the nearby pharmacy?

Although it was true that he lost a lot of blood, Mr. Police Officer, who was not directly pierced by the bullet, closed his eyes, took out the mobile phone that was always in his inner pocket, fiddled with it, and finally made a call.

"Hello, Yan Erjun," the clear male voice on the other end of the phone was a little distorted, "Please come and pick me up with Xiaozhenping—"

The phone hung up with a snap, Nayue looked down and saw that she had accidentally pressed the red button.

Forget it, anyway, they also have positioning watches there.Nayue put the phone in her pocket indifferently, sat cross-legged on the ground and began to bandage herself to stop the bleeding, humming a song in a good mood.

He glanced at his stamina, and it had already dropped to the red number of 10/100... Maybe it's okay to sleep, right?It is estimated that no one else will come here in a short time except for his friends who came to pick him up.

Nayue leaned against the wall contentedly, and decided to take a good sleep to replenish her physical strength.

When Hagiwara and Matsuda drove all the way from the Metropolitan Police Department to the location where they were located, they saw their blood-stained friend sitting on the ground with his head tilted and a bullet casing dropped beside him. They were so frightened that their hearts almost stopped beating.

Hagiwara Kenji couldn't help thinking of the dream last night, the boy who wiped his throat with a knife and the young man who fell to the ground after being shot in the chest - all of them had the same face as the guy in the alley.

Countless times in his dreams, he was the first to rush forward to hold his friend's wound, to stop the blood splattering everywhere, and to save this life that was slowly passing away.

All of them ended in failure. Hagiwara couldn't remember how many times he tried, but the dream was like a video that couldn't be changed. He just showed him the non-existent memory over and over again.

To be honest, Hagi had two big dark circles under his eyes when he went to work this morning. He thought he would be laughed at by Yoshinran, but in fact Matsuda Jinpei also looked like he didn't sleep well, and frowned. Morning.

Then he received a call from his friend, and hurriedly asked for leave. He was greeted by a fallen young man like a dream, and Hagiwara almost thought he was still sleeping.

Without saying a word, Matsuda Jinpei stepped forward quickly and helped the person on the ground.

The delicate-looking friend fell into his arms with his eyes closed, and Matsuda's coat was unsurprisingly stained red by the young man's undried blood, but he didn't care, just trembling his hands to test Nayue's pulse.

Matsuda breathed a sigh of relief, still alive.

"Natsuki must be sent to the hospital quickly," Hagiwara Kenji also came back to his senses, pursing his lips and said seriously, "Although the blood seems to have stopped, it is still very dangerous."

Matsuda clenched his fist for a few seconds before letting go, and took out his mobile phone from Nayue's pocket.

He remembered that during a previous chat, this guy said something in a nonchalant tone.

"My life is at stake. If the injury is not serious, don't send it to the police hospital." At that time, the young man with a green face held his chin and glanced at him with a smile. For that matter, just call Kuroda-san. But your eyes...are you worried about me, Jinpei-kun?"

This is not the first time that this kind of thought appeared in Matsuda's mind: This bastard, since he can get everything he wants, why would he hurt himself!Wouldn't he be in pain?

With a sullen face, Matsuda sent a message to the officer who had made a note on that month's phone, with the current location attached.

"Someone will come and take him for treatment later." He didn't know why he suddenly felt a deep exhaustion in his heart, only the hand supporting Nayue's body was still steady.

Hagiwara Kenji opened his mouth and didn't say anything, but he saw a recording on the desktop of Nayue's phone before they arrived.

Neither of them has a personality that would casually invade the privacy of their friends, but it’s hard not to suspect that the audio has something to do with that month’s injury under the circumstances.

Hagiwara frowned, but still didn't suggest to Matsuda to click on and listen. He thought, let's ask Xiao Nayue directly after he wakes up.

In the next second, the prelude to the alarm bell sounded on the mobile phone Matsuda was holding, followed by their very familiar voice.

"Who told you to snatch my prey?... Those beautiful eyes were the ones I saw first..."

All of a sudden, the same complete conversation 10 minutes ago rang out again in this alley. The two duo, known as the twin stars of the explosive ordnance disposal team, instantly petrified and stood there in a daze, not knowing what to say.

How could they fail to hear that the kind of words that made all the policemen want to turn people away to the police station were their friends they hadn't seen since graduation!

Matsuda Jinhei and Hagiwara Kenji looked at each other solemnly.

Leaving aside the dangerous speeches of the contemporaries, the injuries on Nayue's body sounded...as if it was done by the person who said he was interested in Nayue's voice at the end.

...Why have their friends been particularly easy to be targeted by these dangerous people since the time of the police academy?

The two looked at each other, and then turned their gazes to Nayue who was sleeping.

It must be the guy's own problem!