frightfiction Chapter 214 Gibson: Someone is stealing the house!
Chapter 214 Gibson: Someone is stealing the house!
The driver looked at the faint knife light in the little girl's sleeve with vigilance. He knew how many people's necks had been cut by that hidden knife. He was just a weak researcher assistant and did not dare to compete with a humanoid weapon.
He was afraid that the Angel of Death would kill him if he got upset.
He is very self-aware and knows that he is not important in Mr. Gibson's heart.
If you really die at the hands of the Angel of Death, you can only accept your bad luck.
Perhaps when Lord Gibson heard the news, he would happily have his body frozen so that he could use it for experiments at any time.
The driver chuckled dryly and humbly explained to the little girl, "I'm not taking Mr. Miyano for any experiments. He just needs some medical equipment to check his health. You know his health isn't good to leave out in public, so it's best not to go to a hospital in New York."
He thought to himself, no wonder Lord Gibson kept complaining about how annoying it was to have the Angel of Death accompanying him.
It does seem a bit of an eyesore now.
Xila didn't say anything, but murderous intent gradually filled his empty eyes.
She didn't understand all the big principles, she only knew that the driver wanted to send her father to the research institute.
In that case, just kill him.
Just as the hidden blade was about to fly out, a dark-skinned hand gently pressed on her shoulder.
Xila froze, retracted all murderous intent, and behaved like a doll.
"Father?"
She looked over inquiringly, and the driver also turned his head to look.
The harmless eyes of the blond young man sitting next to him curved, and his purple-gray eyes suddenly became brilliant and colorful, like the snake entwined in the Garden of Eden, making people feel irresistible temptation and bewitching, making people fall into the endless hell silently.
Danger! Danger!
Before I could react, my body's hairs were already standing on end and sharp alarms were ringing in my brain.
The driver averted his gaze almost instantly, and all thoughts in his mind were instantly dispelled.
Fūya Rei stared at him for a long time, until his whole body stiffened and cold sweat began to seep out of his forehead. Then he lowered his head to look at the little girl, smiling innocently and saying, "Our Xila is really amazing. He can now protect me from the bad guys."
Although Xila had no expression on his face, his chin was subconsciously raised like a proud little rooster.
Furuya Rei smiled indulgently and said to the driver, "Keep driving."
"Yes."
The driver opened the door and came in, then drove quickly to the designated location.
Xila looked at the driver through the rearview mirror with a bad look and said coldly, "Drive carefully."
The driver said angrily, "Don't worry, sir, I won't bump you."
Fūya Rei looked at the two of them helplessly, then leaned back in his chair and closed his eyes.
The next moment after he closed his eyes, Xila's eyes met the driver's again, both of their eyes showing undisguised vigilance and alertness.
The driver was worried about the emotionless killing angel staying by his husband's side. This humanoid weapon always gave him the illusion that it could break the informant's neck at any time, making him feel very insecure.
Once Mr. Miyano died, his fate was completely predictable.
——He will definitely be chopped into pieces and fed to the fish by Lord Gibson!
Xila was also worried about her former research assistant staying with her father. As the saying goes, a dog will always eat shit. She suspected that this guy wanted to take the opportunity to throw her father into the laboratory.
Two people: We must find a chance to kill her/him.
Furuya Rei ignored the disagreement between the two.
Soon after, the car stopped.
He stared outside and just arrived outside the apartment.
He instructed the driver, "Go prepare a violin table, violin learning materials, and a formal dress."
The driver breathed a sigh of relief. It seemed that the incident of fooling Xila was over.
He wiped his sweat and said excitedly, "Yes, I'll find it for you soon."
He leaned over the chair and asked tentatively, "Sir, are you planning to participate in the opening of the Sindelar Grand Theatre in six days as a violinist?"
Furuya Rei had no intention of hiding anything. He curled his lips, his purple-gray eyes like a gemstone hiding a mystery. "You guessed right, my artistic name will be Toru. Go get ready."
He opened the car door, led Xila out, and said casually, "I heard that Calvados is currently working as a nanny for a little girl at Hodges University. If you're bored, go check on him."
As his figure walked away, the driver's eyes lit up.
The driver, who had to analyze every word he said, would never believe that he said it casually.
what is this?
Mission.
The gentleman wants him to find fault with Calvados.
done.
And think about who Calvados is babysitting now?
Mr.'s next researcher.
Sir is definitely trying to scare Shirley!
The driver's adrenaline surged, and the curve of his mouth was slightly provocative. He immediately took out his phone and sent an email.
"Mr. Gibson, Mr. Miyano assigned me an important person. Does that mean he thinks I've become a trusted confidant? It's a pity you weren't here, or else this mission would have fallen into your hands."
—Martini]
Martini did not know Rei Furutani, but was just provoking and paying attention to Gibson. After realizing that Gibson valued and admired Rei Furutani, he decisively used Rei Furutani to stimulate Gibson.
Even the emails sent out have a sarcastic tone.
But - his eyes fell on the figure that was already walking away, and he thought that Mr. Miyano's charm was also irresistible.
The sacred and the dangerous are intertwined in him, seemingly contradictory yet strangely fused together.
When he smiled, he looked like a high and mighty god with compassion for the world. But when he didn't smile, he looked cold and cruel, like a demonic fallen angel.
No wonder Master Gibson was fascinated, thought Martini.
The more people are in darkness, the easier it is for them to be captured by his light.
Gibson, who was carried by the white soldier into a special car, watched the man take away his mobile phone and did not know how he opened his emails.
Gibson's face darkened, but he was at the mercy of others and there was really no way to get his things back.
Fortunately, Mr. Romani doesn't email him.
That man was too smart, as if nothing in this world could escape his control.
Apart from Mr. Romani's emails, he doesn't care about any other messages from anyone.
The organization's intelligence was leaked, so it was leaked. He was just a weak researcher who was captured. It was good enough that he could keep his life under the influence of the US military. He couldn't ask for too much more.
Before the organization blames him, it must first reflect on itself. Why is the organization's protective network like a piece of paper, which can be easily broken by the US military? The intelligence inside is like the back garden of the White House, and anyone can enter if they want!
Gibson, who never engages in internal conflicts, looked indifferent. He has always been "less self-reflective and more blaming others".
Until the white soldier thrust the email sent by Martini in front of him.
Gibson: Broken defense!