Toru Amuro rarely feels guilty for his "meanness".

In fact, he has always felt that he is a person with a very low bottom line - after all, a person with high moral standards and high bottom line cannot do undercover tasks.

Since entering the organization as an undercover agent, he has been mentally prepared to climb up at all costs and destroy this dark organization in one fell swoop.

Along the way, he has used many "despicable" methods, and there will only be more in the future.

As an undercover agent, he has never been merciless when it comes to defrauding members of the organization - even his companions like Akai Shuichi, who are also "positive", he has thought about handing him over in exchange for his own goals.

He knew he was "despicable", but he never felt guilty about it.

But now facing Kumisa Furukawa sitting in his co-pilot, he had a feeling called "guilt" for the first time.

At the price of "secretizing the news that Kudou Shinichi is still alive", he got her to give all the credit for this time to herself, and in exchange for her being unreasonably harshly criticized by her superiors.

The fact is that he never thought of revealing the news that Kudo Shinichi was alive. In this transaction, he reaped the fruits of the other party's labor without paying any price.

——He took advantage of her kindness to achieve his despicable purpose.

She was kept in the dark from beginning to end, played around by them, and ultimately had to pay the price for her "kindness."

But things shouldn't be like this. How can there be any reason to let others suffer adverse consequences for your own kindness?

There are so few things in this world where "evil will be rewarded with evil". If we can't even do "good deeds will be rewarded with good", this world would be too ridiculous.

——Is this the "justice" he is pursuing?

His fingers paused in front of Furukawa Kumisa's forehead. The skin on his fingertips was delicate and smooth, like a piece of fine white jade. A slight touch would leave traces.

But white jade should be flawless.

He caressed the mark left by her hand and gun being held against her forehead. His heart moved and he was about to speak.

Furukawa Kumisa was the first to speak and interrupted him.

"You don't have to feel guilty, Bourbon."

The words Toru Amuro was about to say were stuck in his throat.

He once again realized how perceptive Furukawa Kumisa was, and she had always been good at discerning people's hearts.

"This is a deal that has been agreed upon a long time ago. You don't owe me anything. I am willing to do it. I also considered the consequences before making this decision."

She said it very naturally, as if the person who had just been severely scolded and threatened by Gin was not her.

"You don't have to compensate me, let alone explain anything to Gin or Rum. You know, the most suspicious people in the organization."

She paused, then smiled reassuringly at him: "Your previous strategy was right. Keep a business-like distance from me in front of them, so as not to arouse their suspicion."

Toru Amuro was speechless.

——She has already said this, what else can she say?

He sighed, retracted his hand, and grabbed the steering wheel: "I'll take you back."

Furukawa Kumisa smiled as usual: "Then I'll trouble you."

But when the car drove downstairs to Furukawa Kumisa, Toru Amuro unbuckled his seat belt and seemed to want to go upstairs with her.

Furukawa Kumisa was stunned: "You..." She thought for a while and said politely, "Aren't you going home?"

Toru Amuro saw through her thoughts, "I'll send you up. The wound on your hand needs medicine. I'll give you the medicine and then leave."

After saying that, he got out of the car directly with her, looking indifferent.

Furukawa Kumisa looked at the wound on his palm, "It's just a scratch on paper. Although it looks deep, it will be fine once the bleeding stops..."

But seeing Toru Amuro waiting for him in front, Furukawa Kumisa thought for a moment, said nothing, and took him upstairs.

This is the first time that Furukawa Kumisa takes someone home, a "home" that he has never returned to since he came to this world.

Toru Amuro looked at the decorations in Furukawa Kumisa's "home". They were only coldly gorgeous and not popular at all.

There are very few traces of her daily life here. Compared with "home", this place seems to be just a place to stay for her.

He inexplicably remembered the trembling but firm voice of Furukawa Kumisa at an altitude of 10,000 meters.

"I want to live a normal life."

With a "click" sound, Furukawa Kumisa placed the medicine box on the coffee table in front of Toru Amuro.

Toru Amuro regained consciousness, opened the medicine box, took out alcohol disinfectant cotton, then took Furukawa Kumisa's injured right hand, unfolded it, and flattened it.

Toru Amuro's palms had calluses from years of holding guns. When she held her hand, she felt a tingling sensation, and Furukawa Kumisa couldn't help but move.

Toru Amuro paused while disinfecting her wound, thinking he had hurt her: "Be patient."

He couldn't help but tighten his grip on her hand to prevent her from moving.

Toru Amuro's skin color was more than a shade darker than Kumisa Furukawa's, and her white fingertips were wrapped in her big wheat-colored palms. The strong contrast in skin color made him slightly dazzled.

Furukawa Kumisa's palms were still stained with dried blood. Three dazzling colors were reflected in Amuro Toru's eyes at the same time. The black ones were stronger, the white ones were weak and boneless, and the red ones were pitiful.

The strong color contrast seemed to arouse some kind of primitive beauty. When Toru Amuro looked at their folded palms, his fingertips suddenly trembled.

Furukawa Kumisa didn't know why: "...you were hurt too?"

Toru Amuro coughed lightly and shook his head, "I remembered other things."

Then he stopped being distracted and focused solely on her wound. He treated her wound lightly and quickly and put a band-aid on it.

Furukawa Kumisa looked at him and retracted his hand as if he was electrocuted, as if he were some kind of savage beast, and question marks slowly appeared on his head.

"...System, what happened to him?"

The system that sees through everything is inscrutable, "The system doesn't know anything, the system is just a pure baby."

"?"

Opposite me, Toru Amuro had already stood up, picked up his coat and was about to leave.

Furukawa Kumisa stopped him: "Amuro-kun, please stay for dinner."

Even though he was here, he even gave me medicine, so logically, I should let him have a meal.

Toru Amuro froze slightly. He turned his back to Kumisa Furukawa and did not look back: "No, I'm going back first."

Halfway through, I suddenly thought of something: "... Your wound has just been taken care of, so stop cooking."

Furukawa Kumisa was holding his mobile phone. When he heard this, he raised his head and said matter-of-factly: "Why are you ordering takeout? Why do you have to cook by yourself?"

What gives him the illusion that he can cook by himself? Isn’t it too shabby to sit in a large flat-floor mansion with tens of millions of assets and still have to do housework by yourself?

Toru Amuro:......

Only then did he remember that Furukawa Kumisa didn't seem to be very good at cooking, and even at the Amakusa family, he had been honing his skills.

He shook his head, sighed, and smiled a little: "That's good."

In the end, Toru Amuro didn't stay for dinner. Furukawa Kumisa ordered takeout for himself and sat on the sofa to wait.

She began to think about what she would do after returning to Tokyo.

Today is the last day of vacation. Tomorrow, I will go back to work at the Metropolitan Police Department. In three days, I will go on a mission with Gin. There is also no contact with Rei Fangtani for a long time...

After thinking about it, she took out her mobile phone and sent a text message to a certain number.

The system glanced at the number: "You calculated so many people, and finally sent a text message to Akai Shuichi who you didn't calculate?"

Furukawa Kumisa ignored him, looked at the message "Are you free tomorrow night" on the screen, and pressed send.

Almost at the same time that the transmission was successful, she received a notification tone from the system.

"Congratulations to the host. The target of the attack, Shuichi Akai, has increased his favorability with the host by 5 points."

Furukawa Hisaya couldn't help but clicked his tongue: "One text message can increase your favorability by 5 points. It would be great if Rei Sutani could be so generous."

The system replied scornfully: "Then you will die in front of Jiang Gu Ling?"

Furukawa Kumisa refused without thinking: "My current favorability is not enough for me to be so promiscuous."

Since it was about Fengtani Rei, Furukawa Kumisa already had a plan in his mind that was slowly taking shape.

——This was the plan she gradually came up with after learning that she and Gin were going on a mission.

In order to prevent the system from reacting too harshly, Furukawa Kumisa decided to speak tactfully: "System, in this world, if my previous targets die, will it affect my favorability?"

Sure enough, the system jumped up instantly: "What do you want to do? Poison Akai Shuichi while you are having dinner with him?"

Furukawa Kumisa: "... Use your brain and think about it, Akai Shuichi is now a walking popularity machine. What reason do I have to kill him?"

"...Then who are you going to kill?"

Furukawa Kumisa was not ashamed to say it, and he admitted it happily: "Gin."

System: "...just because he pointed a gun at you?"

Furukawa Kumisa rolled his eyes: "For a murderer who killed me once, do I need any reason to kill him?"

After wrangling with the system, she started to get down to business, "Don't get excited yet, listen to me analyze it slowly."

"Think about it, Gin is my previous target. Now we know that the targets in the previous worlds are not very 'safe' for us - they are at risk of discovering my identity at any time, thus giving me

My goodwill has been cleared, right?"
To be continued...