Night, Boston.

A week is enough time for most people to put an irrelevant case behind them and move on with their lives.

Although Jing Baiye was the real pusher of this case, like them, he only asked about the internal situation of the FBI when the case first happened, and then threw the matter aside—even Ley didn't ask much, and gave it as a gift Just arrive.

Now he is facing another trouble.

Tomorrow he leaves America, and tonight he will have dinner with Spiatus. The more advanced restaurants have more requirements, such as that restaurant, you need to wear formal clothes to enter.

Men's formal wear is a suit, no more than women have a variety of dresses. Standing in front of the full-length mirror in the bedroom, he dug out the only suit stored in the system backpack.

A gray jacket with trousers of the same color, a white shirt inside, and a gray tie. The tie clip fastens in the center of the tie and features a tiny raven on it.

These were bought for him by Bellmode and Chikage Kuroba when they were shopping last year. He has only grown 2 centimeters in the past six months, and he can still wear them.

Jing Baiye quickly changed his clothes, tied his tie, took a look in the mirror, and asked the system for his opinion. After making sure that he looked good, he walked to the bedside.

Amuro lay quietly on it, he bent down and gently stroked the blond hair.

The room was dark, and the beautiful and dazzling blond hair that shone in the sun looked dull here.

This week, Zhou Jing was busy with the affairs of the Syndora Group at night, and was almost outside during the day. Every time he went out, he would put Toru Amuro in the system backpack with him. In case an enemy attacks the hotel, he will be injured while unconscious.

Jing Baiye looked at Anshi Toru's calm face, and was about to pull back the quilt to move him out. Just then, the phone in his pocket vibrated suddenly.

【I'll be there soon. Don't bring others, come here by yourself. —spirytus]

Jing Baiye was taken aback.

However, before he could reply, Spiatus sent a second email:

[Only you can come here alone. —spirytus]

"..."

Spiatus rarely spoke to him in this commanding tone. Jing Baiye was facing the mail, frowning slightly, deep in thought.

The system reminded him in a low voice: [Host...]

Jing Baiye came back to his senses, glanced at the system floating beside him, then looked at the time displayed on the top of the phone, hesitated for a moment, and let go of his hand temporarily.

Just as he has always respected the privacy of others, he will clean up other people's information during tasks. Once there is a conflict between private emotions/concepts and tasks, he will give priority to the tasks and the orders of his superiors.

"I'm sorry, Amuro, I can't take you to see Spiatus..."

"I'm not abandoning you... Please believe me, I really won't abandon you."

Jing Baiye lowered his head, his whole body was incoherent, and he kept repeating words with similar meanings.

He has always believed that before asking others to keep their promises, they should first fulfill their own promises. But now, his boss's order conflicted with him, and he felt very embarrassed.

Jing Baiye held Toru Amuro's hand full of guilt, carefully raised his wish.

"I'll be back soon, Amuro. I hope you'll wait for me..."

He let him hold that hand tightly, and there was no response from the beginning to the end.

…

6pm, restaurant.

This one is not far from the hotel, and Jingbai Ye came here on foot in a suit.

As soon as he arrived, a Rolls-Royce silver ghost stopped on the side of the road. Ireland, who was in charge of the car, noticed the border white night and gave him a slight nod as a greeting. After Spiatus got out of the back seat, he drove away.

Jing Baiye watched Ireland leave, and after Spiatus walked over, he whispered: "Boss."

"Go in. This is a reservation. The food will be served after we are seated, and it will be finished soon."

Spiatus's tone was gentle, and he seemed to see Jing Baiye's absent-mindedness.

The two entered the restaurant together, and the waiter at the door recognized Spiatus and immediately led them to the second floor. The seat that Spiatus had reserved was by the window, and they were the only ones on the second floor.

Jing Baiye was wondering why it was so empty, Spiatus explained: "This is your farewell banquet, I don't want outsiders to disturb, so I reserved the entire second floor."

"...It's actually unnecessary."

Jingbaiye was helpless. They don't talk too much about organization, and the seats are far apart, so there's no need to waste the money.

Spiatus smiled as the waiter came with a cart and began to serve them food.

When it was time to drink, the waiter opened a bottle of red wine that looked expensive at first glance, and filled Spiatus's glass half full; Piatus seeks advice.

"You don't need to pour me wine, I'll just drink soup." Jing Baiye said.

"There's no need to pour him a drink, he's not yet of age." Spiatus spoke almost at the same time as him, and after finishing his meal, he added, "You can go."

The waiter put down the wine, bowed slightly to them, and turned to leave.

The food here is delicious and well worth the price. The two began to eat, Spiatus slowly and gracefully sliced ​​the foie gras, Jing Baiye lowered his head and took a mouthful of pudding, thinking of the people waiting for him in the room.

"Bai Ye, you did a good job with the Syndora Group this time."

The two had no habit of keeping silent, and no one pressed them about dining etiquette, so Spiatus spoke directly.

Jing Baiye looked up at him and found that there was nothing unusual in his expression.

As the boss of the organization, he seemed to care less about the mission of the organization and the loyalty of its members than anyone else. As long as the task and the task deadline are given, he will not ask more questions about how the people below will complete it.

Just like the Syndora Group this time, he said that he could do something to them, but after Jing Baiye really took the IT giant into his pocket, he stopped caring about it and only told him to manage the Syndora Group well. All proceeds belong to him and do not need to be handed over to the organization.

"And the fbi... 44 is chosen because of your lucky number?"

Jing Baiye never told Spiatus that the fbi case was related to him, but he was not surprised at all that he knew this.

He has always given him the feeling that he is omniscient and omnipotent. He knew almost everything, only the difference between saying it and not saying it.

"No." Jing Baiye denied.

The fbi case was both a gift and a revenge.

Jing Baiye came out of the game cabin that day, and when he saw Toru Amuro lying on the ground, he immediately called up the monitoring.

He saw his experience clearly, UU reading www. uukanshu.com He even patiently counted how many blows Toru Amuro had received, keeping each one in his mind—and then let the same number of FBI agents die.

Of course, those who didn't do anything were just members who participated in that operation, or other agents at the fbi headquarters who knew their identities.

The ones who did it by themselves were not counted among them. Jing Baiye did it himself, and the ashes had already become the new floor in the game experience hall.

"They hurt my people and they have to pay the price."

Jing Baiye replied calmly.

…

In a dark room.

A man who had been sleeping for many days, his hands were carefully placed under the quilt, and suddenly moved slightly.

Then, he opened his eyes.

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