How Real Wine Became the Light of the Metropolitan Police

Amuro drove the car all the way, and finally arrived at the factory in the suburbs in just 20 minutes.

Through the walkie-talkie, he arranged for police officers disguised as ordinary police officers to infiltrate the nearby laboratory. There are a large number of experimental talents distributed there, and the force value is basically not too high. I believe that the well-trained public security can successfully create a riot that alarmed Rum.

Alone and armed, he slowly approached the factory where Rum was most frequented.

When Rum heard the sound and the report and left the factory to check on the situation in the laboratory, he hid behind a tree not far away. After Rum's back disappeared from sight, he walked out from behind the tree and slowly approached the factory with a gun in hand, preparing to sneak attack on the members of the organization from the rear and rescue Xin Haikong.

But before he could walk a few steps, he was pinned in place by a gunshot in the factory.

Hasn't Rum left? Where did the gunshots come from!

Is he late? His chaotic brain didn't have time to think too much. He didn't care about hiding the footsteps, he ran forward quickly, pushed open the door of the factory, and saw only—

Bright red blood all over the place.

Above the bloodstain, a black-haired man who could not see his face was lying on his back on the ground, with red, red and white on his head, like disgusting vomit.

Cardiac arrest.

He raised his eyes again and saw another person sitting on the ground behind the deceased, who was the younger generation he was familiar with. The junior's body was clean, and there was a dazzling bloodstain on his chin, but fortunately it should have only been scratched. He was raising his head in panic at this time, looking forward to the left.

Amuro couldn't help but let out a sigh of relief, it's fine.

So what exactly happened?

Following his junior's line of sight, he saw an organization member holding a pistol!

At that moment, the response of the brain was much slower than that of the muscles, and Amuro Toru immediately raised the gun and aimed at the member of the organization. His hands trembled for a long time before he came back to his senses, and he used Matsuda's voice to persuade him to surrender.

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Fake Matsuda standing at the door, Xin Haikong sitting on the ground, and the organization member who helped him, the three of them awkwardly formed a static triangle.

No one moved first.

Xin Haikong had just pressed the alarm three times in a row, indicating that Jinjiu was fine and could not use it.

In fact, he was looking for Jinjiu to wait here, on the one hand, to keep more insurance for himself, and on the other hand to let the big brother unpack the gift himself.

He first used Amuro Toru's hand to attract the police, and then when the police and Rum's people started confrontation, and both sides had no time to separate, the big brother could just pick up the leaks and bring back all the latest achievements from Rum's side.

Plan pass!

As for the current misunderstanding...

Xin Haikong raised his head and glanced at the two people who were still looking at each other, and raised his chin helplessly.

In fact, he didn't really want to explain this misunderstanding. It would be nice if he could use the hands of Amuro to kill the person who took the shot.

This guy is either a **** he buried before, or someone who is loyal to Rum. If it is the former, he can't guarantee whether his past self really trusts this guy. If it is the latter, it is even more dangerous. For such a person, never being able to speak is naturally the safest ending.

But according to Amuro Toru's character, he probably wouldn't shoot easily. And in the end, Jin Tian Yuan Er almost killed him just now, and this guy saved him. Even in return for saving his life, he couldn't let this guy die.

Xin Haikong pouted, ready to take the initiative to break the deadlock, the ground was really cold and hard, his hands were still tied behind his back, and his entire shoulder was in pain.

He really couldn't take it anymore, and while trying to get up from the ground on his own, he said, "Wait a minute, Matsuda, calm down first—ah!"

The black-haired young man who was sitting on the ground seemed to want to get up, but his hands were still tied behind him with hemp ropes, and his body was unstable. He just stood up a little, and the whole person fell towards the front, and his knees snapped. Kneeling down on the hard concrete floor, the upper body just fell in front of the organization member with the gun.

The latter raised his hand subconsciously to support the black-haired young man who fell to the ground, but he completely forgot that he was still holding the gun, so he raised the hand holding the gun carelessly.

This series of accidental coincidences fell into the eyes of Amuro, who was standing at the door, and instantly became - this organization member is going to take the opportunity to kill Xin Haikong!

Amuro's eyes were splitting, he raised his hand and pulled the safety latch, and pointed the gun at the organization member neatly, just as he was about to shoot—

Xin Haikong, who fell to the ground, shouted for the first time, "Don't do anything!"

The gun in Amuro Toru's hand trembled, frowning and looking at Xin Haikong on the ground.

Hearing the words, the member of the organization subconsciously glanced back at the young man standing at the door. He felt that Guatian was under him, put the pistol back in his pocket, and bent down to help Xin Haikong, who was kneeling on the ground.

"Xinkai! Who is this guy—" Toru Amuro really couldn't understand the situation in front of him.

The corpse that fell on the ground should be a member of the organization. That's right, the clothes on his body are the standard of the organization. This guy should have been shot on the bridge of the nose, the bullet went straight through the brain stem, and he was killed on the spot. And the only one with a gun at the scene... It seems that this is the only member of the organization who helped Xin Haikong.

What are the members of this organization? Reverse water? Or, this one also happens to be an undercover agent of the Metropolitan Police Department?

He couldn't help but ask, but was interrupted by Xin Haikong.

"This gentleman just saved me." Xin Haikong glanced sideways at the organization member. This guy didn't know when, he had already circled behind him and started to help him untie the hemp rope.

This is really sending the Buddha to the West, and he is even more difficult to explain. Where did the members of the organization come from being so considerate, and even patted the dust on the hostages.

Xin Haikong twitched the corners of his mouth, wanting to cry without tears. He couldn't explain it at all, so he had to change the subject first. "Matsuda, don't worry too much, we have to leave immediately, the situation on the scene is too unsafe, that guy may leave at any time."

After speaking, Xin Haikong looked up and observed the expression of the fake "Matsuda", and found that this guy was staring at the organization member behind him, as if he wanted to ask more. Really are! Curiosity is so strong.

Xin Haikong spoke first and continued to ask: "Speaking of which, how did you find this place, Matsuda? I always feel that the group of people have been driving around for a long time. You came in time!"

"Ah, this." Amuro Toru was also choked.

He couldn't say that because he often came to this factory for sightseeing, he was very familiar with the scene. "Anyway, leave here first, and explain after you go out."

The two sides unexpectedly reached an agreement on the point of leaving the scene first and then discussing the issue. Xin Haikong stepped forward with confidence and took the hand extended by the fake "Songtian", but the corner of his clothes was suddenly pulled.

"Don't go yet." The organization member who had helped him before spoke up.

The black-haired youth with flat features was expressionless, but there was a vivid suspicion in his sky blue eyes. He frowned slightly, raised his hand and pointed at "Songtian" standing at the door, and whispered to Xin Haikong: "Please confirm again, do you really know this person?"

?

Amuro felt a chill down his back and looked up at the strange organization member. How did he know that he was not the real Jinhei Matsuda? Although the disguise done by the experts of the Ministry of Public Security is really lame, it is not enough to recognize it at first sight.

Xin Haikong, who was blocked, was also stunned when he heard the words. He did immediately see that the person who came in was not Matsuda. After all, he was familiar with a person in all aspects. Even if Toru Amuro looks like Matsuda again, there are some extremely subtle things that cannot be imitated. Everyone has a system for identifying people.

Amuro Toru was already very familiar with Matsuda, and he acted like him in every move and every move, but he didn't have Matsuda's energy. Although Xin Haikong has not paid special attention to Matsuda in normal times, he has learned a little more or less in the long-term relationship. It was this that made him sure that the person who came was not Matsuda.

In addition, he originally expected that Toru Amuro would come to save him, so he reversed the question according to the answer, and analyzed that the Matsuda in front of him was disguised by Toru Amuro, which was natural.

So how did the guy behind him see the problem?

Xin Haikong turned his head in surprise, looked at the man who was holding the corner of his shirt, pretended to know nothing, and asked in a low voice, "What do you mean?"

"His hair still smells of hair dye." The latter narrowed his eyes slightly and said thoughtfully. "Dyeing should take no more than three hours."

Gee.

Xin Haikong secretly sighed. Where did Amuro Tou find the disguise master, he must have done it himself. With such a crappy appearance, people can see it at a glance. At such a time, he couldn't continue to play stupid.

Can't we just get out of this **** and talk about these topics?

Xin Haikong turned around, took a half step back, and stood behind the organization member with a keen sense of smell, looking suspiciously up and down at the fake "Songtian" standing at the door.

He justly accused him: "Songtian has naturally black hair and has hardly ever dyed it. Who are you? Why do you pretend to be Songtian to come to me!"

The member of the organization who had put the gun back in his pocket heard Xin Haikong's judgment and immediately pulled out the gun and aimed it at the young man standing at the door.

The situation has changed again.

Toru Amuro raised his hands, a little embarrassed. He wanted to say his identity directly, but if he said that he was Toru Amuro, the unidentified guy beside Xin Haikong was likely to tell Rum this information. Then he is not easy to make easy? Even if it was easy, it was useless.

The police disguise experts really sent Belmode an entire Pacific Ocean.

"Xin Hai! I'm here to save you, believe me, I'm actually..." He suddenly remembered the choice they made when he and Xin Haikong were kidnapped together earlier. Amuro hesitated for a while, but still said, "Do you still remember Zero?"

"Zero?" Xin Haikong murmured in a low voice, as if thinking of something.

"zero?"

The one who reacted more than Xin Haikong was the member of the organization standing next to him. He shouted out in surprise, almost breaking the sound, causing Toru Amuro and Xin Haikong, who was standing behind him, to look at him one after another.

"You know me?" Amuro frowned and looked at the organization member.

"No, I don't know." The latter quickly denied it, reaching out and pushing Xin Haikong. "Since it's someone you know, let's go quickly."

But the way you show it doesn't look like you don't know Toru Amuro. This guy is very sensitive to "Zero", he definitely knows Amuro Toru's real name.

Xin Haikong was pushed forward a few steps and turned back with some hesitation. His eyes fell on the latter's sky blue eyes. That push just now, to be honest, is very familiar.

He really couldn't help but think of the various scenes in the haunted house eight years ago that pushed him down and helped him block bullets.

In Amuro Toru's mind, Zhu Fu Jingguang was obviously dead. Amuro Toru was saddened by the thought of such a thing more than once.

At that time, he also wondered why his future self didn't pick up the various scenes that had saved him.

Is the time right?

Or was it in conflict with his interests at the time?

After he briefly imagined a bunch of reasons, he put the whole thing behind him, but at this moment, he suddenly had a new idea—

Is it possible that he actually saved it?

If he rescues Zhu Fu Jingguang, arrange for him to fake his death, sneak into the organization again under another identity, or hide in foreign activities, and do not contact the Metropolitan Police Department, the Public Security Bureau and Jianggu Ling, and wait until this moment, at the most critical moment. Show up and save yourself.

This seems to be something he can do.

Xin Haikong looked at the guy's blue eyes with certainty, and slowly returned to his senses. He said, "Then why don't you leave? You let me go... That guy will punish you."

"Yes, you also leave with us." Toru Amuro didn't want to easily let go of this suspicious organization member in front of him. This guy is either a real member of the organization, but his conscience is not clear in time, or he doesn't know which organization sent in undercover. No matter what kind it is, it is impossible for him to give up on him casually. And... he always felt that the words and deeds of the person in front of him were familiar.

"Let's go with us!" Xin Haikong turned around, smiled reassuringly at the organization member, and stretched out his hand to grab his cuff.

"I..." The black-haired youth hesitated, his sky blue eyes staring at Xin Haikong quietly.

What, are you asking for his opinion?

Is this guy Zhu Fu Jingguang? But apart from Zhu Fu Jingguang, he really couldn't think of a second person who met the above conditions.

And that feeling is really all too familiar. This guy definitely knows himself, but is there any kind of deal between them?

If that's the case, it's better not to let him come into contact with the Japanese police.

Xin Haikong immediately changed his words and made another suggestion: "Or you have another way to escape by yourself. If you continue to stay here, when the guy comes back, you may be so angry that he will kill you directly." After he finished speaking, he felt that he said it again, which meant that he was driving away, and added in time: "Of course, if there is no way, it's better to go with us."

"Then I'll go with you." The young man blinked, inexplicably compromised.

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In the laboratory on the other side, the fire was blazing into the sky, and a large number of glassware shattered on the ground.

Armed personnel with live ammunition stood guard at the entrance of the laboratory.

Rum pulled down the handle of the cane, revealing the revolver inside. Under the protection of his two men, he quietly entered through the small door reserved in the laboratory.

The person in charge of the laboratory ran out in a panic, just in time to bump into Rum head-on. This is a middle-aged man in his early forties, with elegant silver framed eyes, and a white lab coat brought out from the laboratory. The white coat is full of gray and yellow dust marks.

"How's the situation in the laboratory?" Rum's expression was silent, his inorganic left eye did not contain any emotion.

"No, it's not very good." The middle-aged man said yes. It's not just bad, it's just too bad. The laboratory seemed to have been sacked by a large hurricane and turned into a barren wasteland.

"When did you let those stinky police officers in!" Rum scolded angrily as he walked into the laboratory.

Although he hasn't reached the core yet, just the aisle shows how bad the situation is. The experimental data that should have been well sealed in the folder is now flying like snowflakes all over the place. The experimenters who came and went and were too panicked seemed to have no eyes, stomping on the white record sheets on the ground.

He has clearly deployed the highest level of security. Although he did take half of the people to abduct a policeman in the middle, isn't the remaining half of them here? How could he be invaded by those stinky police so easily?

"Yes... There is a person who pretends to be the staff member who delivered the materials." The middle-aged man rubbed the palm of his hand on his trousers, wiping the sweat off his palm. At this time of the day in their lab, someone will come to deliver the experimental materials. Every time the person who sends the experimental materials will wear very formal protective clothing, and the whole body will be completely covered. It is indeed easy to be exploited.

"Just one person?" Rum had already seen the tragic situation of the first laboratory.

The expensive machine, worth tens of millions of dollars, was now in pieces, and its wreckage was still lying on the floor. The precious experimental body, which he had spent countless hours trying to get his hands on, was taken out of a professional petri dish. The most important thing is that the bookcase where the extremely precious experimental data was originally placed was empty at this time.

He widened his eyes in disbelief, feeling that he desperately needed a quick-acting heart pill.

"What about the data? What about the data in the bookcase? Is it just one person who made you look like this?"

"When we found out that someone had invaded, things had become like this... At that time, all the experimenters were having weekly meetings to discuss the latest experimental data and progress, and there were only one or two apprentices in the laboratory. At that time, these apprentices were all stunned, the experimental data was taken away, the backup in the computer was also deleted, and the machines and experimental subjects were also..."

The middle-aged man became more and more guilty. He was really afraid that Mr. Rum in front of him would throw himself into the sea to feed the sharks. This time the laboratory was invaded, it was definitely a major mistake in his work, and a heavy punishment was definitely inevitable, and he could only barely save his own life.

"In other words, did you realize that you were invaded until the police officer opened the front door of the laboratory?" Rum was so suffocated that he wanted to shoot the fool in front of him immediately.

But he had to endure him for a few days. The experimental data was taken away, the backup was deleted, and the experimental body and the experimental machine were all destroyed. Now the only thing that can recover a little loss is the remaining experimental personnel. Some data and conclusions are more or less remembered in the human mind.

Really, if you want to kill them, you have to try your best to save them.

"Now the group of stinky police have blocked the main entrance and everything has been destroyed. If you haven't run away, why are you staying here?" Rum said angrily.

"We are waiting for you." The middle-aged man was loyal at this time, and replied with a serious face.

"Quickly evacuate me from the underground passage!"

Rum and a group of researchers hurriedly hid in the underground passage.

At the corner of the underground passage, a man with a black suitcase stopped, opened the suitcase silently, took out a strange circular object from it, and placed it in a circle along the arc-shaped entrance of the underground passage.

After the installation was complete, he gathered his long silver hair together, put on the black top hat again, strode out of the scene through the small door next to him, and walked into the midst of the plainclothes policemen in disguise calmly.

The aura of the whole person, the gestures and gestures of the whole body, there is no peace-keeping.

After he disappeared, a series of loud noises suddenly erupted in the originally quiet laboratory, and a huge fire was sprayed from the roof of the two-story laboratory.

The armed men who were holding guns and confronting the police turned back in panic at this time, with a look of bewilderment on their faces.

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The three of them, Xin Haikong, came out of the main entrance of the factory very carefully. As soon as they came out, they saw thick smoke billowing not far away, and huge flames and ash smoke shot into the sky.

"This is?" Xin Haikou asked knowingly.

"I found someone to create a little commotion, run away while the chaos." Amuro glanced up at the sky over there, smack his lips secretly. When did the police become so generous? This time, he did a good job. It took such a big battle to give him enough time and space to bring Xin Haikong out safely.

And the timing is just right, which is really good. If only those guys could cooperate like this in every mission in the future.

Toru Amuro held the gun and walked out slowly along the corner of the wall. "My car was parked in an open space 200 meters away. There are many trees covering it. It should not be found for the time being. Let's move there first."

Going out of this factory building, there is a large open space on the left, and a little further away are the factories and laboratories that are on fire. On the right is a dense forest. I don't know what kind of plants are planted here, but they are still thriving in such a deep winter. Overlapping trees shade each other, weaving an unknown country path.

Xin Haikong seriously suspects that this trail may have been originally used for evacuation, but Rum has been led to the left by the riots created by the police, and he will not and cannot meet them who are fleeing from the right.

The country paths are full of dead branches and leaves, making it very difficult to walk. But when everyone moved to this, everyone secretly breathed a sigh of relief. The dense tree shade gave them a strong sense of security, so that they no longer had a heart hanging over them.