Chapter 183 FBI

The FBI looked at the young man with a sympathetic expression, like an angel in the world, as well as more and more people kneeling in front of each other.

FBI: Silence.

What’s up with this **** sense of holy light.

It’s as if you’re in a church instead of the scene where a terrorist act just happened…

“Cough cough…cough cough…” The young man who seemed to be enveloped by the holy light a moment ago stretched out his hand and covered his mouth with a heart-piercing cough.

Blood dripped down his fingers, shocking.

“His Royal Highness Noah!” A believer exclaimed.

“Master Xiuzhi—” The bodyguard stretched out his hand subconsciously.

“Xiuzhi…” Oba Haruhiko looked anxious.

“Cough cough… it doesn’t matter.” The boy stopped coughing, took the handkerchief handed by the bodyguard and wiped his mouth and hands.

“I’m fine.” The boy shook his head.

“It’s really time to leave…” The boy’s eyes narrowed slightly.

“The merciful Father will guide me back to heaven.” His eyes were sympathetic and his tone was pious.

Forget it, I am…

isolated from heaven.

“Let’s go back to the car first.” Oba Haruhiko frowned and looked at him in disapproval.

“Officer James, those who caused these things have been resolved by Elland’s bodyguards.” Haruhiko Oba lost his smile.

“I want to take Xiuzhi back first.” He suppressed his impatience, his tone was flat and low.

“Sorry, you can’t leave yet, please clarify first how the solution in your mouth was solved.” James Black shook his head and refused.

“You…cough cough…” Oba Chunyan wanted to say something, but couldn’t help coughing.

“Don’t worry, uncle.” The boy turned his head and smiled comfortingly at him.

“I’m fine.” The tone was vague.

The next moment, his eyes became dazed and he fell down.

Akai Shuichi, who reached out his hand to catch the person, was stared at by a group of unkind eyes the next moment.

“These **** FBI, if they hadn’t stopped His Highness Noah from leaving…”

“Lord, please forgive the sins of those mortals.”

“To offend His Highness Noah…”

The fanatics looked indignant.

Akai Shuichi: Suddenly, the boy in my hand felt extremely heavy.

Shuichi Akai, who had been undercover in the organization, did not panic in the eyes of these mad believers.

Even, if he wanted to, his eyes were more murderous than theirs.

“Those terrorists are dead.” Haruhiko Oba motioned for the bodyguard to push him forward, facing James Black.

“Just fighting back in self-defense.” He interrupted his attempt to speak to James Black, his tone unmistakably soft.

“If you have any questions, go to Aland’s legal department.” He came to Akai Shuichi.

“Give it to me.” He held out his hand.

Sujima Shuji in a coma: …do you want to…

No, I can’t.

The young man woke up awake.

“…Uncle.” The voice was weak.

Tsushima Shuji: I will never give you a chance to hug me! Don’t think about it!

Don’t try to keep taking pictures!

“…Trouble you.” He seemed to see Shuichi Akai who was holding him up so that he wouldn’t fall directly to the ground.

Then stand up on your own.

But he trembled faintly.

“Xiuzhi, let’s go, we’re going back.” Haruhiko Oba stretched out his hand towards him.

Tsushima Shuji looked at his hands wearing white gloves, and then at his hands also wearing black gloves.

extended his hand.

“If there is a problem, the FBI will come to visit.” James Black looked at the back of them leaving.

“Waiting at any time.” The bodyguard kept pushing the wheelchair at all, and Haruhiko Oba didn’t turn his head back, his tone was gentle.

It was as if he was dealing with ordinary guests.

The boy standing beside him did not look back, and got into the car under the eyes of many believers.

The bodyguards who had been staring at the FBI also got into the car.

The convoy moved forward again.

“That man…” Akai Shuichi looked serious beside James Black.

“Ah, he’s not a nice guy to get along with.” James Black stared at the departing team.

“Are those terrorists dead?” he asked the others.

“After checking, all of them were killed with one blow. It can be seen that the person who started the attack did not hesitate at all.” An FBI replied.

“Haruhiko Oba…” James Black recalled the capital tycoon in a wheelchair.

…

“The Son of God who is bathed in the Holy Light in despair…”

“Saved the fate of countless people…” Izayoi Mochizuki took out a notebook and a pen and wrote.

“I don’t like the story,” she said.

“What if that Son of God went against God’s orders to save the world?” Tsushima Shuji seemed to just mention it casually.

“Or… The Son of God, bathed in the coming of the Holy Light, led people into hell…” He lowered his eyes.

“What do you think?” He raised his head and looked at the girl, the corners of his mouth slightly raised.

“Holy Son.” Izayoi Mochizuki pursed his lips.

“I like this story.” She laughed suddenly.

He didn’t say which version of the story he liked.

[The omnipotent God brings disaster to the world]

[The angel broke the holy wings and turned into a mortal to come to the world]

[From now on, heaven is just a legend to him]

Izayoi Mochizuki stopped writing.

“I’ll just get off here.” She motioned for the driver to stop at the roadside hotel.

“See you next time, let’s go racing.” She said to Shuji Tsushima, then turned around and got out of the car.

Shuji Tsushima was sitting in the car, and when he saw her walking towards the hotel, he withdrew his gaze.

“Alas…” Oba Haruhiko sighed deliberately.

Tsushima Shuji: His face was expressionless and he didn’t care at all.

“Xuzhi really attracts girls.” Oba Haruhiko sighed.

“Miss Mochizuki hasn’t looked at me at all.” He shook his head helplessly.

“Hey~ When it comes to being popular with girls, I have absolute confidence.” Tsushima Shuji said confidently.

“Yeah.” Haruhiko Oba said with relief.

“The repair is really perfect.”

…

Tsushima Shuji doesn’t have any bad feelings about BOSS.

Most of the time, the two of them get along very well.

Because when Shuji Tsushima committed suicide, the adoptive father would not stop him. He would only ask after Shuji Tsushima committed suicide, “Will you be happy doing this?” “It would be great if you were happy.”

Full of joy.

Even if Shuji Tsushima poisoned the vegetables, he would not change his face, and would only ask about the efficacy of the poison and what would happen after eating it.

Most of the time, the two of them get along pretty easily.

Except for some special persistence.

That person ~www.readmtl.com~ is addicted to giving clothes to Shuji Tsushima.

Addicted to taking pictures and saving.

“Xuzhi, come and have a look, which suit are you going to wear in the qualifiers tomorrow?” The man in the wheelchair turned his head and asked him.

Shuji Tsushima stared blankly at the pile of clothes.

“…Neons will have uniforms.” His tone was flat.

“Ah… This is really…” Haruhiko Oba seemed to be stunned.

“Shuji can’t play in the clothes I prepared…”

“What a pity.” He sighed sincerely.

“Yes.” Tsushima Shuji nodded in agreement.

Weird~

It’s really nice not to have to wear the clothes you prepared!