Chapter 220 Asano Nobushige Belongs to the Dark Night

Nobuhiro leaned against the car window and watched the cars passing by in boredom. And wherever you look, you can still vaguely see Silla's figure without hesitation.

It’s just that it’s so late. Silla started from here. If he didn’t stop the car on the way, where could he go?

Alas, one by one is really not a worry.

Before Nobuhiro's sigh could be swallowed, he noticed that the vehicles whizzing by beside him suddenly slowed down for some unknown reason.

He turned around and saw an extremely conspicuous black and white vehicle. The red strip lights on the top of the car and the windy "POLICE" on the side of the car are particularly eye-catching.

Nobuhiro: "..."

Should he be grateful that Yuya Kazami didn't sound the siren?

Kazami Yuya parked the car behind the silver Maserati, then actively got out of the car and ran to Nobushige's side, calling loudly: "Mr. Asano, Kazami Yuya came to report...

"Ah?!"

Kazami Yuya's eyes widened in astonishment, and he pointed at Nobuhiro for a long time before saying, "Who are you?"

That's right, he checked the license plate and it was exactly the same as the one Mr. Asano sent him.

Could it be that their connection was discovered and the enemy was waiting for him to fall into his trap? ?

This was the first time that Nobushige appeared in front of Kazami Yuya in the form of mezcal, and the public security policeman who was in contact with Rei Fukiya most of the time, although he knew that Nobushige knew the art of disguise, he still failed to do so on the first occasion. It took him a moment to react.

Nobushige tucked the broken hair on his forehead behind his ears and introduced himself calmly: "I am Asano Nobushige who belongs to the night. Hello, Kazami-kun."

The last "Hello Kazami-kun" Nobushige deliberately switched to his usual voice, using the familiarity to comfort the frightened Yuya Kazami.

"Hello...Hello." Feng Jian Yuya said hello with a confused face, and then he gradually came back to his senses and understood the situation in front of him. He couldn't help but sigh, "This kind of skill that almost changes the person is really really It’s amazing, no matter how many times I see it, I can’t help but sigh.”

"There will probably be many opportunities to use this face in the future. It won't hurt to remember him." After taking a look at Feng Jian's dress, Nobushige sighed helplessly, "Feng Jian-kun, I'm afraid you are not suitable for this. ?”

Feng Jian Yuya wondered: "What's wrong with this?"

As expected, he changed into a very formal police uniform just as he said on the phone. The dark blue uniform on his body fully reflected his handsomeness and ability that were usually restrained in a suit.

Nobushige originally wanted to complain, but after all, this was the first time he saw another side of Kazami Yuya that was rarely seen by others. Then he thought about it, Kazami Yuya didn't usually have the opportunity to wear a police uniform, so it wouldn't be wrong to take this opportunity to show off. Can't understand.

So he tried his best to put on a normal smile and said to Yuya Kazami: "It's nothing, it's fine. Let's go there quickly."

…

The two looked at each other, neither of them moving.

…

"...Aren't you going to get out of the car?" Feng Jian Yuya asked doubtfully.

Xin Fan was confused: "What?"

"This car belongs to Mr. Asano of the night, right? Now don't you want to change into a light image?" Kazami Yuya turned slightly sideways and let his sight look behind him, "That's why I specially drove the police car here. .”

Mr. Asano of the dark night...?

Nobushige was stunned, and his eyes when he looked at Yuya Kazami slowly changed from confusion to determination.

Although he doesn't think that wearing a police badge or uniform and driving a police car can return to the past, but doing so may bring some confidence and comfort to Silla!

But when he finally got into the police car, Nobuhiro subconsciously paid attention to his surroundings.

If a member of the organization who knows Mescal happened to pass by, or if the nearby surveillance camera happened to capture this scene, then he might not be able to explain it clearly even if he had ten thousand mouths.

This is why Nobushige refused to change into the police uniform brought by Yuya Kazami in the end.

Although whether he is caught by the police or actively leaks information to the police, the outcome will not be very pleasant, but there is a qualitative difference between the two and Mescal himself being an undercover police officer.

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Kazami Yuya drove the police car forward, while still asking hesitantly: "Mr. Asano, your car is just parked on the side of the road, is it really okay?"

"It's okay." Xinfan kept his eyes on the window, "Don't go so fast, he walks very slowly, he should be nearby."

Maserati belongs to Mezcal, not to mention next to the highway, even the suspension cables of the cross-sea bridge cannot be used as a parking lot. For detailed parking strategies, please consult Bourbon, an expert in this field.

It didn't take long for Xinfan to see the decadent figure. Silla had no intention of blocking the car, and just walked forward step by step.

Nobushige directed Kazami Yuya to slow down the car and followed Silla.

Silla heard the movement and looked over, and at the same time, she revealed her extremely bad face.

It had only been a few minutes, but Silla's deep European eyes now looked more sunken, and they were also glowing with a frightening dark green color. His lips were horribly chapped and there was no color at all.

Although Nobushige understood Silla's painful feeling of losing her beloved, he still couldn't help complaining in his heart when he saw this scene.

It is said that strong men can also have tenderness. I never expected that a person like Silla would turn into this for the sake of his sweetheart. Apparently when he asked to be transferred from Northern Europe to Japan, he still said "I know how to treat her better" and "I Will let go" look.

Is this called letting go? He clearly hid Irina deeper in his heart and protected her with his fiery heart, right?

Silla's eyes could no longer see clearly due to lack of sleep and the effects of alcohol. He could only vaguely notice the outline of a black and white vehicle. Silla, who had been active in the black area for a long time, was very familiar with this color combination, and the subconscious emotion he had developed regarding the police as the enemy also made him nervous instantly.

Why are there police here? Is it because he was walking on the road or because he failed to handle a previous task and was wanted by the police?

Silla showed a smile that was uglier than crying in the direction of the police car, and said slowly: "Mr. Police, what's the matter?"

A series of ellipses silently appeared on Nobuhiro's forehead. He sighed again, and at the same time lamented what kind of fool he had received:

"Silla." He called softly.

This name that lingered in Silla's mind like a demonic barrier deeply stimulated Silla's emotions!

Silla lowered her head in shock, and her unfocused eyes slammed into Xinfan's eyes.

Nobuhiro sat in the car, raised his chin through the rolled-down window, and looked at the haggard man.

"You..." Silla murmured in disbelief, "Mezcal??"