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"At 9 o'clock this morning, there was a shooting incident on the Vauxhall Bridge sightseeing bus. The man is a major suspect. Please contact the police immediately..."

In an unassuming flower shop on the streets of London, small televisions hung among various flowers broadcast urgent news. _o_m

A back view was released on the screen, probably taken from a distant surveillance camera. The photo was very impersonal, and there was no face at all from this angle, only a long black hair was scattered behind the man.

"Sir, do you want to buy flowers?"

At the door of the store, a young clerk with a watering can warmly greeted a passing man.

He looked in a hurry, but still stopped when he heard the words.

This is a tall Asian male with short hair, a low hat, and a few locks of hair hanging over his right eye.

The moment he met those green eyes, the clerk's laughter froze, and the chills on his back exploded instantly, as if something extremely dangerous was holding him back, making him suddenly feel like his life was threatened.

"what is this flower?"

The black-haired man looked indifferent, but his tone was not cold.

The clerk slowed down and found that the man's eyes fell on a large flower pot in front of the flower shop.

In front of the white flowerpot was printed a wolf howling with its head up. There were several roses in the flowerpot, and water was dripping on the black petals.

"This is a black rose."

The man seemed very interested: "It's the first time I've seen such a flower... What's the meaning of it?"

"this…"

The clerk showed hesitation, but still explained: "In some cultures, its flower language is loyalty, sincerity and longing, but in other cultures, it symbolizes hypocrisy and incestuous feelings, and is often used to perform witchcraft. To curse some betrayer..."

The man did not speak.

The clerk bent down and put the watering can aside, and took care of the freshly sprayed flowers.

"This is a new variety that was introduced in our store on Valentine's Day last year. Because its meaning is not the same as ordinary roses, the sales have not been good. Only the store manager has always liked it. on."

"By the way, it also has a flower language..."

The clerk babbled a lot, and then raised his head, only to find that the man had long since disappeared.

"...You are the devil and belong to me."

The wind was blowing gently, and a drop of water slid down the black petals of the rose.

…

The first thing Akai Shuichi did after temporarily getting rid of the pursuers was to change his clothes.

Vauxhall Bridge is near the MI6 headquarters, and there are a lot of surveillance cameras around. Even if he is careful, one or two silhouettes will still be photographed. On weekdays, the organization will process all surveillance images for these members, but an exposed undercover agent obviously does not have this treatment.

The British police issued an arrest warrant for the first time, but Akai Shuichi knew very well that MI6 was the one who really wanted to arrest him.

He didn't know whether Akai Marie and Akai Wuwu, who were at the scene of the case and would be called back to investigate after the incident, could recognize him. He thought it should be possible.

Just like he could rush to the second floor of the bus in Akai Wuwu, and recognize the other person before he had time to look up; his parents could also recognize that the person in the back photo was himself.

After temporarily getting rid of the chasing soldiers, Akai Shuichi changed his original clothes and cut his long hair that had been there for several years - the picture on the wanted is long hair, he could not have such a conspicuous feature - trimmed his body existing stuff.

Zhuxingda's identity documents, bank cards, passports, pistols, as well as guns and electric shocks from the pursuers.

Akai Shuichi noticed when he shot in Curacao, the other party wanted to capture him alive.

And when he wanted to get rid of the organization's contact phone, the newly received mass emails verified this conjecture.

[Urgent notice: Rye Whiskey escaped near Vauxhall Bridge in London, England at 9:00 am. This member is under the command of an important member and has strong ability. Do not make any claims to pursue it. If you must fight against it, you must not Attack the vitals or the face. Those who provide information will be rewarded and can be contacted by email addresses…]

Akai Shuichi thought that the email was highlighted in red. (This chapter is not over!)

Chapter 510 Rum: No one can take care of you

The "vital point" and "face", I fell into deep thought.

You can't even move your face. Could it be Angstra's order?

...No, Angstra should not be aware of Bourbon's report, otherwise he will block Bourbon or send himself an email as soon as possible.

The sound of hurried footsteps from behind made Akai Hideo come back to his senses, he quickly glanced back, and sure enough, someone followed.

Since it wasn't his order...

That is, Angstra's status in the organization is much higher than expected.

- So high that even if he is an undercover agent, as a boss, not only will he not be implicated, but the organization will even care about his willful preferences and will not easily hurt himself.

Akai Shuichi turned around and drilled into another street, pulling the gun out of his pocket.

He is so, so most likely exposed Bourbon, also...

——

This is the fourth time Curacao secretly looked at Rum's expression.

Maybe it was because she and Shirley watched a lot of **** TV shows before she came on a business trip. She always felt that Rum looked at Bourbon at this time, like an old prime minister who did his best for the dynasty, glaring and bewitching the little prince's coquettishness* **.

If he wanted to kill, he couldn't, and he wanted to persuade the little prince who was good in other aspects, but he couldn't persuade him, so he could only be incompetent and furious on the spot.

Thinking of the email he just received, Curacao sighed in his heart, stepped forward and said to Rum: "There is news from Dajili that Port and Sinar bitters have taken back Scotch whisky, and he wants to ask you for advice. How to deal with it."

"Scotland, Bourbon, Layin..."

Rum gritted his teeth and read the code names of these undercover agents one by one.

He stared at Bourbon's face, the blond mixed-race man's eyes closed, reminding the second-in-command of the organization of the French undercover agent who died a year ago.

Are these one or two specifically aimed at the heirs of the organization? !

"...Tell Daijili to let him and the two newcomers throw Scotland into the underground prison in Tottori Prefecture!" After Rum finished speaking, UUkanshu www.uukanshu.com pointed to Bourbon in front of him, "Kukanshu. Lasso, you bring this guy back to Japan and throw it in together, and let Angstra deal with it when he comes back!"

Bourbon bowed his head, unresponsive when Rum nudged him.

The natural blond hair that Angstra liked, like sunlight, had long since become dull in the dim interrogation room.

One earlobe was still dripping with blood, and the puppy-shaped ear stud was nowhere to be seen.

"Yes. @ Essence\/Book Pavilion *First update~~" Curacao nodded in response.

As the second-in-command of the organization, she naturally knew where Angstra and the gentleman went, and her guardian Xue Li was there.

It is now 10:30 am in London and 6:30 pm in Tokyo.

The Nidhogg in Japan is about to have a grand and desperate fireworks show...

Chapter 510 Rum: No one can take care of you