Conan: I Am Surrounded By Undercover Chapter 358

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Toru Amuro felt as if he was in a movie, where every second was a clear and long shot.

He widened his eyes and stared at Angstra outside without blinking.

There was no lighting in the phone booth, only an old street lamp beside it, Amuro could clearly see Angstra outside, and the only intact red eye smiled crookedly.

He is happy and smiling at him.

Angstra, who took him to safety and was going to face all his enemies alone, smiled at him, and said to him—

"Thank you for being by my side."

The ground under his feet began to vibrate, making a mechanical sound, and the two people in the phone booth sank slowly.

"Don't be afraid, wait for me to come back. As I said, I will not leave you."

Toru Amuro pressed his finger on the piece of glass and dragged his finger marks downwards heavily. He watched helplessly as the two's hands just missed it, and Angstra remained outside, getting further and further away from him.

"Angstra!"

He struggled and stretched out his hand unwillingly, but he could no longer touch the layer of glass.

In the rehabilitation training room of the hospital, Angstra once comforted him like this.

Behind them is a set of two-way stairs dedicated to rehabilitation, with only five very short steps on both sides.

In normal times, he could easily jump over with his eyes closed, but after lying down for more than two months and just starting his rehabilitation training, he was trembling when he stepped up to the next level—even because he didn't hold the handrail next to him, he almost fell backwards. He fell to the ground, but fortunately Angstra hugged him in time.

He hugged his body and put him back in the wheelchair to rest for a while.

Amuro's expression was numb, and he was ashamed in front of Angstra, and the shame in his heart almost drowned him. He glanced at the little boss, and did not know how many times he asked.

"Angstra, do you want to give up on me?"

As soon as the question was uttered, he regretted it, because he had asked it once not too long ago.

This is a very strange state of mind. If you don't ask about gains and losses, you will doubt yourself. If you ask, you are afraid that your little boss will find him annoying. How to choose is all torment.

Angstra looked down at him with a tenderness in his eyes that made him willing to die.

"I won't give up my men," he said firmly.

After he finished speaking, he put his hand under his armpit and used his body as support to lift him up from the wheelchair.

"I won't leave you."

Angstra's gentle voice was still in his ears.

Amuro Toru kept his head up in a daze, his breathing was almost stagnant, and there was a faint smell of blood in his throat.

- He never saw Angstra twice who said he wouldn't leave him.

…why?

Amuro's mind went blank. He felt that something exploded in his ear, making his ears buzz, and he couldn't hear what Ireland was saying to him behind him.

Why didn't he leave him behind, but sent him to a safe place alone, unwilling to face the enemy with him?

Why did Angstra regard him as the object to be protected—even the important code-name assessment task must be carefully selected without violence?

Why did Angstra doubt his ability so much, why should he protect him in every way...

Like a flash of light in the dark night, Amuro suddenly became enlightened.

Angstra's protection of him started from witnessing the death of Ethan Bentang.

—In that mission, he felt that he would be afraid of the dead, so he has been carefully protecting him since then.

Amuro breathed fast, and his heart was filled with remorse.

It was his fault, it was his own misbehavior that gave Angstra that ridiculous delusion.

If time could go against the flow, this time he'd slap that **** undercover in front of Gin.

If you give him a chance...if you give him another chance...

The light in front of Amuro Toru completely disappeared.

The darkness on all sides swallowed him, pulled him, and sank deeper.

Irish Whiskey moved his arm, and after confirming that the injury was not serious, he began to observe Toru Amuro beside him.

He had never seen Panno, and he had no interest in the French undercover who died under Angstra's hands, and he would not take his anger on Amuro's head—he was not the kind of gin who would take a bite when he caught him. A lunatic to confirm that the other party is not clean.

The man with blond hair and blood was stiff, he didn't know what he was thinking, and he didn't even notice that the elevator had stopped.

Ireland touched his chin and felt that by whispering "Angstra is dead" deliberately in his ear at this time, he could completely drive the man in front of him crazy.

But he didn't make such a bad joke, he just stretched out his hand and pushed Amuro Toru's shoulder hard.

Toru Amuro was pushed out of the elevator unprepared, and fell near the light strip on the ground.

Ireland watched Amuro sit up from the ground, but did not stand up, just sat there, as if he was an injured person who was just recovering from a serious injury and was waiting for rehabilitation. He couldn't get up completely without someone else's support.

"Angstra..."

He heard him muttering to himself like a mosquito, his falling hair covering his eyes.

Alas, this kind of mentality is not good. If there are dangerous elements in the base, and he bumps into it like this, this little life saved by the boss with great difficulty will be lost immediately. UU reading www.uukanshu.com

Ireland thought so coolly.

In fact, he could understand Amuro Toru's mood at the moment, and if the BOSS faced the enemy alone and sent him to a safe place to escape, he would most likely go crazy in place.

But at the moment it was Angostella—sometimes, the Angstella no one in the organization dared to provoke—Ireland felt that he was making a big fuss.

"Okay, Anshi, get up quickly, Angstra will be fine."

Ireland walked towards Amuro, reaching out to help him up.

There is a saying that "it depends on the owner to beat a dog", and Belmod said that Amuro is Angstra's loyal dog.

So no matter how curious he is, a little research is enough. If it goes too far, the dangerous bottle of bitter wine will not let him go, and he still cherishes life most of the time.

When Ireland was about to reach out and touch Amuro's shoulder, Amuro, who was sitting there with his head down, suddenly reached out and grabbed his wrist.

Feeling the strength on his wrist, Ireland was startled and looked down.

Seeing that Amuro was still sitting on the ground, he finally raised his head slowly, and the bangs on his forehead slid aside as he raised his head, revealing the pair of purple-gray eyes below.

Under the feet of the two is the ground light strip, and they can clearly see each other's expressions and eyes.

The moment he saw those eyes clearly, Ireland was stunned for a moment, and then he seemed to have found something interesting, showing an interesting smile despite the severe pain like a broken wrist.

"What a nice look," he complimented.

Turns out it wasn't just a loyal dog.

It's a vicious dog that runs in the dark and will tear the throats of everyone other than its owner at any time.

Chapter end