My identity as the leader of a black organization was exposed by my wife Shirley

Shiraishi called the number that was remarked as the boss just now.

Let me go to the institute?

Please!

I don't have a memory for my soul, how do I know where the institute is?

"What's wrong again?".

The other party's cold voice came.

"My car is broken, can someone send someone to pick me up and take me to the institute?".

Shiraishi made a request.

As a result, the opposite side hung up directly.

So cold!

Will this guy send someone here?

Shiraishi muttered bitterly as he looked around.

On the other side, at the entrance of the institute.

"You go pick up Shiraishi. "

After saying the order, Gin got out of the car and walked into the research institute.

In the car, the vodka that can't be with the boss is a little unhappy.

That guy from Baishi, it's really troublesome, I knew that I could solve it with one shot just now.

Pulling out the phone, Vodka called Shiraishi.

"You just stay where you are, don't move, I'll pick you up right away. "

Hanging up the phone, Shiraishi looked unhappy.

I always feel like you're taking advantage of me!

But it's also good that someone comes to pick it up.

Shiraishi walked back and forth not far from the scene of the crime just now, waiting for someone to come.

The police have already returned to the police station with the murderer.

The onlookers who ate melons also went back to their homes and looked for their mothers.

Except that the high school couple was still talking over there just now,

The whole street, a peaceful one.

There shouldn't be any more accidents now, right?

As soon as he had this thought, Shiraishi laughed at himself for thinking too much.

There has just been a murder here, how can there be an accident?

Could it be that there are people nearby who specialize in provoking death?

"Alas, although I don't know what my identity is, if I can,

In this life, I want to live a peaceful and happy life.

You don't need too many wives, just three or four. "

Just as Shiraishi was thinking this, a woman's scream resounded through the street.

"Ahhh

"Kill!".

Shiraishi looked for a sound.

A man with a bloodstained switchblade in his hand is running away.

His face was full of madness.

"Get out of the way!".

"Whoever dares to stop me, I will kill whom!".

Shiraishi silently stepped out of the way.

Dead man, mind my bird!

I want to live an ordinary life.

Then he saw that the murderer had rushed towards Shinichi Kudo and his female companion.

Oops!

The two of them were still in the way, and they didn't dodge.

Isn't this looking for death?

Kudo Shinichi will forget it,

But if such a beautiful young lady was injured, then he could not bear it.

Alas, poor young lady.

Shiraishi seemed to see the tragic situation of the girl with "horns" on her head falling to the ground.

However, the next moment, something unexpected happened to Shiraishi.

The girl with horns on her head looked calmly at the murderer who was running wildly with a murder weapon in her hand

Then fly into the sky.

The slender white leg was like lightning, and with a volley, it kicked the murderer in the face.

Shiraishi shook his head secretly.

This skirt is so unscientific!

Newton's coffin board was almost overwhelmed.

The girl's thighs were at an angle of more than 100 degrees to the ground

As a result, the hem of her skirt was overwhelmed.

With a bang.

Look at the other side.

Turtle tortoise!

The arrogant murderer just now was already half of his body embedded in the wall at this time.

I'm afraid that you have to hit a car with a speed of dozens of miles per hour to collide with this effect.

That's unscientific, isn't it?

This horned girl, who was bowing her head in front of her just now and apologizing to her companions, has such divine power?

I thought that what I had crossed was an ordinary modern city, and I began to dispel my previous speculation.

Shouldn't I be like the male protagonist of the novel I saw before.,I've also crossed into a high-martial world where combat power is gradually collapsing?

What's even more outrageous is that in this way, the murderer who should have had his head kicked and smashed is still alive.

It's so unscientific!

Thinking of this, Shiraishi shook his head with a wry smile.

"Am I looking for science in a world where a high school girl can kick a traffic accident-level injury with one kick?"

"It's better to stay away from them first and improve your strength as soon as possible. "

At this moment, a black Porsche stopped next to him.

"Shiraishi, get on the bus!".

Shiraishi followed the sound.

It was a man with a strong body.

He wears sunglasses, a black hat, and a black suit.

How so?

gives people an aura, and at first glance he is not a good person!

It seems that this is the person sent by his "boss" to pick him up.

After getting into the car, Shiraishi began to talk to the man in black, but the other party put on an impatient attitude.

"You're a good driver!".

"Enough!".

Vodka said angrily

"Do you want to say that I will drive with vodka if I follow the boss and will not do anything?"

"I didn't say that. "

Shiraishi was stunned, how could this guy act like he had eaten gunpowder?

Praise you, I'm angry!

Isn't vodka the name of the liquor, though?

Could it be that the place where I work has something to do with alcohol?

Coming to the institute, Shiraishi deliberately took a step back and followed vodka to an office.

A tall, silvery-white man with long silver hair with a cigarette in his mouth was waiting inside.

He was dressed in a dress, similar to vodka, all in black.

It seems that the work uniform of the place where I go to work is a black suit.

Seeing Shiraishi come in, a cold and fierce look flashed in Gin's eyes.

"I'm here to warn you to stop pestering Shirley.

Get too close to that woman and you're not going to end well!".

"Don't worry, boss, I won't pester Shirley again!"

Shiraishi immediately agreed

But I was curious.

Who the hell is that Shirley you're talking about?

It seems that the next task is to slowly find out his identity and the identity of this Shirley.

Gin leaves with his little brother vodka.

Shiraishi pulled out a Nokia.

There are only two numbers in the address book.

One is the silver-haired and cold man just now, remarks the boss.

and the other is remarked with "wife".

Shiraishi frowned slightly.

Trouble.

I didn't expect the predecessor to get married.

He didn't have the slightest excitement about being able to prostitute someone else's wife for nothing

On the contrary, I don't know how to face my predecessor's wife, because there is a risk of exposing myself.

It seems that I can't go home during this time.

Let's go back and find an opportunity to divorce "my own" wife.

After that, Shiraishi launched an investigation.

He roughly figured out who he was.

It turned out that I worked at this research institute.

The position is equivalent to the head of security, and he is responsible for protecting the safety of Shiho Miyano, the chief researcher of the research institute.

Through the glass, Shiraishi looked at the young tea-haired girl in a white lab coat in the laboratory.

At such a young age, he can be the chief researcher of the institute.

It seems that this is a female student.

I don't know what it's called?

Shiraishi looked at the nameplate of the tea-haired girl in front of Hun in front.

Her name was written on it.

Shiho Miyano.

Got it.

Protecting her, that's my main job.

It's so easy!

What dangers can this kind of dead house scientist who stays in the laboratory all day to do research encounter?

Thinking that he could paddle and fish for nothing at work, Shiraishi couldn't help but smile happily.

in the laboratory.

The woman's sixth sense made Shiho Miyano notice that there was a gaze on her Hun mouth.

She frowned and looked sideways.

It turned out to be Shiraishi sent by Gin to spy on her.

From studying at Columbia University with her, to the graduate school.

Shiraishi has always been a tool man sent by the organization to spy on her.

He, when he saw me, smiled so happily.

Alas.

I've hinted several times that I don't like you anymore, and even told Gin that you're harassing me

Are you still dead to me?

How much do you like me?

If you have the courage to confess to me!

I reject you outright!