After Crossing, I Made Conan Cry

She and Amuro Tooru followed the airport signs and found the car rental company they rented. After successfully picking up the car, Yoyo stared at the location on her phone and directed Amuro Tooru how to go.

The car drove for about half an hour, and Youyou suddenly said: "The location seems to be near here, Brother Tou, please drive a little slower."

"okay."

Amuro Tooru lightly tapped the brakes. He looked around at the increasingly deteriorating environment, especially noticing the eyes of passers-by around him, and frowned slightly.

"I'll just go and locate the location myself in a while. Brother Tou, you can stay in the car and watch the car."

Yoyo suddenly laughed while she was talking, she looked at the "pedestrians" who were staring at them, and nodded to Amuro Tooru:

"Otherwise, I'm worried. When the two of us come back from our work, it will be considered good if they can leave us a tire."

Hearing her proposal, Amuro Tooru frowned, his thin lips were slowly pursed, his face was a little serious, but he glanced at Yoyo, and he did not reject Yoyo's proposal after all.

Although I have always known that Yoyo, as a code member of the Black Organization, will never lose to him in terms of ability.

Even in some aspects, he should be better than him, after all, to Amuro Tooru, he is just a newcomer in the inner world.

Compared with people like Yoyo and Gin who have dominated the world for many years, there is still a certain difference.

But even if he is clear about this intellectually, emotionally speaking, he will still unconsciously take care of Yoyo as the little sister he used to be.

That's why he was angry at her ambiguity just now.

In Amuro Tooru's heart, Yoyo is just a little girl, and a child who grew up under the oppression of the organization.

And the reason why he was so angry just now was actually because he was anxious for Yoyo.

But after the confrontation between the two just now, it made him break away from the filter he had been looking at Yoyo all along, and began to re-examine her, so naturally he didn't say anything more at this time.

However, when Amuro Tooru stopped the car and saw that she was about to get out of the car without saying a word, he still couldn't hold back and leaned forward slightly, quickly unfastened the seat belt with one hand, and quickly grabbed the seat belt with the other hand. stretched Yoyo's arm:

"long."

The arm was suddenly grabbed by someone, and Yoyo subconsciously wanted to pull the arm back. After realizing that it was Amuro Tooru, her body froze visibly.

Feeling the arm under the palm stiffen, Amuro Tooru's purple-gray eyes flickered twice, and he sighed imperceptibly.

He gently squeezed Yoyo's arm, then let her go, just looked at her, and said:

"be safe."

Although the voice was light, there was a lot of worry in it, and Youyou clenched her hands tightly when she heard it.

She really couldn't resist this kind of concern.

Sighing lightly, Yoyo turned her head to look over, and met Amuro Tooru's eyes focused on her, and their gazes collided instantly.

But soon, Yoyo silently looked away, turned her head back uncomfortably, and replied as if she didn't care:

"knew."

Feeling that what I said seemed to be a bit stiff, Yoyo didn't look back at Amuro Tooru, but just added a sentence:

"You also pay attention to safety."

After finishing speaking, she closed the car door behind her back, and walked away, leaving behind Amuro Tooru's voice.

"Understood, I will wait here obediently for you to come back."

Hearing this, the corners of Youyou's lips, which had been tense all the time, couldn't help but curl up, and even her brows and eyes softened involuntarily.

'Tsk, this person... is really annoying...'

…………

Cory is an ordinary and not-so-ordinary kid in Albany.

He is ordinary because in the city of Albany, there are many orphans like him, and they appear in every corner of the city, working hard every day to survive.

It is said that he is not ordinary because of the particularity of the city of Albany. There are very few orphans who can grow up safely here and have not been taken away and sold.

Because of this, almost all the children who can grow up here have their own way of survival.

And he is now 14 years old, whether it is by stealing or deceiving others, he can fight alone to such a moderate age and join a moderate gang. I think it's something to be proud of.

Although it is still necessary to avoid those arrogant traffickers as much as possible, but at his age, the danger is much less than before.

Today, he still went out as before, wandering around in the streets, looking for someone to attack.

For example, groups like women and the elderly who basically can't run away from him, or people who look like tourists at first sight, these people are outside, and they would think that they are unlucky when they are outside.

Even if he encounters one or two tough problems, he can rely on his familiarity with the city to get rid of them.

Fortunately, not long after he came out of the 'base', he found a woman with blonde hair and blue eyes who looked like a tourist on the street.

Corey rolled his eyes and found that she was still walking alone on the street, and he muttered to himself.

‘This person, isn’t she afraid of being arrested? Or are you just traveling here without knowing anything? '

But this kind of thing has nothing to do with him. Although he also hates those traffickers who threaten him, he is not so kind as to remind a stranger.

Corey tiptoed and approached her quietly, trying to grab the bag.

It's just that he didn't expect that when he was about to make a move, he would be discovered by the other party.

Moreover, the other party's reaction was extremely fast. He just approached, and the woman's eyes looked over in an instant, which made him sneer, turned his head and ran away.

It was only halfway through the run that I realized that although the woman's eyes were sharper just now, she might not necessarily hit him, why was he so scared.

Scratching his head, he sighed. Just as he was about to go back and continue looking for his target, he heard rustling noises from an alley not far away. Before he could leave, he heard footsteps coming from the alley. Voice.

The sound was getting closer and closer, he rolled his eyes, and hid himself behind the trash can at the corner.

Through the trash can, he could vaguely see two men coming out of the alley, and one of them was carrying a woman with long brown-red hair on his shoulders.

As a child who grew up here, Corey recognized each other at a glance.

It was Wilbur Warren.