Chapter 22 Chapter 22 Thunder King

twenty two

It was still raining outside. Mo Shiyu had specially put on a black coat with a hood. Gin, wearing his long, unchanging trench coat, pulled up the brim of his hat, walked into the rain with an expressionless face.

The organization’s base was not very close to the hotel where Mo Shiyu was staying, and it took nearly an hour to drive there.

This is the organization's largest base in Tokyo. The main part is underground, and there is just an ordinary villa on the ground. Mo Shiyu is not very familiar with this place, and only knew how to get around after following Gin.

He knew what he would encounter soon and looked at the surrounding scenery without any expression.

There were quite a few members of the organization walking around here, most of them in a hurry, but when they saw Gin, they would stop and bow. It wasn't until he had walked for a while that they looked up again and continued with their work.

There were also some hidden eyes that avoided Gin and stared at the other code member behind him.

The prying eyes were filled with a strong and strange meaning, as if they had seen some extremely rare exhibits. They lasted until the smoky gray figure turned the corner, and they were reluctant to look away.

Mo Shiyu couldn't bear it any longer, so he stopped and looked back coldly. The murderous and warning look in his eyes made several people look away in panic.

Soon, they stopped in front of an alloy door that required a card to enter. Someone was waiting in front of the door to help them swipe the card. Mo Shiyu walked in. He thought he would be in the room, but it turned out to be just an elevator.

The organization truly demonstrated what it means to have a guilty conscience. They have made their own office building so heavily guarded that it looks like a bank vault.

Gin pressed the 6th floor underground.

Mo Shiyu watched the elevator numbers go down floor by floor, and suddenly broke the silence, "Gin."

Gin tilted his head.

Mo Shiyu pulled down the hood of his raincoat, tilted his head, and looked at him quietly, "This time, in addition to the organization's punishment..."

He whispered, "Will you punish me?"

Gin didn't say anything for a long while before he slowly said, "Do you think I can?"

"I don't know." Mo Shiyu shook his head. "I only know that if you can, I will do my best to satisfy you."

Gin seemed to be laughing and mockingly said, "Okay, Valentine, you're just afraid that if the mission fails, I will revoke your permission and you won't be able to enter the school, so you're trying hard to please me now, right?"

Mo Shiyu: “…Hmm.”

Mo Shiyu didn't care about being seen through. After all, this was also a way to please others.

He was speechless, simply because the way Gin looked at him made him feel like a cat whose tail was stepped on by its owner. He wanted to bite his owner but didn't dare, and he wanted to leave but couldn't because his tail was still stepped on.

It's like being completely enveloped and controlled.

Just when Mo Shiyu was feeling a little stressed, the elevator door opened.

Gin retracted his gaze, stepped out of the elevator, and left a cold remark. "Don't worry, when the time comes for me to punish you, you won't have the energy to think about whether I'm satisfied or not. Because that would make me look incompetent."

Mo Shiyu looked at Gin's back as he walked forward, with a hint of freeze and hesitation remaining on his face.

That sounds a bit scary.

But in short, Gin should not have any suspicions.

Mo Shiyu felt a little relieved.

This mission was the first time in two years that he disobeyed the organization's orders. Even if he appeared calm, he was still uneasy inside.

He was worried about being discovered by Gin, so he sneered and shot him.

Fortunately, no one could have imagined that the third party serving as the experimental subject was actually in cahoots with Mo Shiyu.

He and the vest had no apparent connection at all. Even Sherlock Holmes couldn't connect two completely unrelated people.

Therefore, even if he will suffer some physical pain later, it does not mean that Mo Shiyu will lose Gin's trust in the future.

***

The punishment room was a small, dark room. When the door was opened, it was impossible to see what was inside.

Gin had separated from Mo Shiyu a long time ago, and Mo Shiyu guessed that he was probably one of the "witnesses".

The punishment room was also known as the "confession room." Mo Shiyu had never been there before, and it was said that the punishments for each member were different.

Sorry, he's not curious at all, he just wants to get through it quickly and be done with it.

As soon as Mo Shiyu entered, he was put in a black hood.

There was complete darkness before my eyes, and my vision was completely taken away.

"Good morning, Codename Member." A soft robotic female voice came from my ear. "Please follow the voice."

The long leather boots paused, then slowly lifted up and stepped on the iron floor one step at a time, and the old iron sheet made a creaking sound.

Mo Shiyu felt like he was about to step on empty air, but he did not slow down and walked towards the sound at a constant speed.

"Please stop here." The female voice stopped him. Mo Shiyu stopped as he was told.

Judging from the echo of his footsteps, he should have reached the center of the room.

"Next, please face the voice," the female voice continued, "and kneel down."

Gin stood behind a transparent one-way glass, looking at the slender figure in the black hood for four or five seconds, but still bent his knees and slowly knelt down.

As soon as he knelt down, Mo Shiyu felt his hands being pulled up and suspended, as if something was wrapped around his wrists. He quickly recognized it as an electric shock device, and sure enough, the next second, the robotic female voice rang out again.

"Please don't worry. The current of the electrodes tied to your wrist will be controlled below 5mA and will not threaten your life."

"Now, please answer the question. Do you feel guilty about failing the mission?"

Mo Shiyu didn't even have time to reply before his wrist went numb. He jerked his head back, his body tensing instantly. Electricity coursed through his body like needles, forcing his tense form into paralysis. A chill spread through every part of his body, and his body trembled violently.

The voice asked this question every thirty seconds.

"Do you feel guilty about failing the mission?"

His whole body was numb and itchy, and Mo Shiyu wanted to curl up like a boiled shrimp, but he couldn't move his body.

His mind was completely blank, and he subconsciously regarded the voice next to his ear as his only life-saving straw, listening to it almost as if it were an imperial decree.

"Yes, I...feel...guilty..."

"Regarding this failure, what shortcomings have you reflected on? Please list them."

Mo Shiyu bent his waist as much as he could, trying his best to listen, but his ears were filled with buzzing and he couldn't hear clearly at all. He almost collapsed and shook his head, dragging out a trembling voice, "...I can't hear, I can't hear..."

After a frustrating thirty seconds, the female voice continued, "What shortcomings have you reflected on? Please list them."

"I don't know... my response is conservative... my ability is insufficient... they have special abilities, I don't know... please save me..."

The body was shaking more and more violently, Mo Shiyu was gasping in pain, his pale neck was tense, and the crisscrossing blue blood vessels under the skin could be clearly seen.

"Are you going to make up for your mistakes to the organization next?"

“…Yes, yes, yes, I’m sorry…I’m sorry…”

It hurts so much, why does it hurt so much?

Behind the one-way glass, besides Gin, there were two other unfamiliar faces standing there, both of whom were members of the Code Name Group.

A blond, blue-eyed, burly man pressed one hand against the glass, staring intently at the kneeling figure inside.

Valentine was being tortured, his voice filled with delirious begging, and he kept repeating "I'm sorry."

The intermittent sound seemed to be suffocating.

The imagination brought about by this sound made his face look a little ferocious with excitement, and his teeth were creaking as he bit them.

Code members are different from low-level personnel. They will not be tortured in public. There will only be three or four witnesses, and only AI will carry out the execution throughout the process. The faces of the tortured will even be blocked to prevent their identities from being recognized.

This is a respect for the code name members.

But he could recognize the beauty inside even if only a strand of hair was exposed.

Valentine, definitely Valentine.

The blond and blue-eyed burly man was codenamed Mellon. He had actually only met Valentine a few times, but those few times still haunted him.

Valentine was being watched very closely by his guardian, and ordinary codename members had no chance to cooperate at all. But now, as a witness, he unexpectedly encountered them and witnessed such an exciting scene.

Mellen couldn't contain his outburst at all. He couldn't help but excitedly say to his colleagues beside him, "I made the right decision today!"

The woman on the left was cold, but there was also cruel excitement in her eyes, but not as exposed as the man. She said, "Be more restrained, Myrlan."

Valentine's guardian was watching nearby.

She was concerned about Gin and didn't say this out loud, but Mellan's excited brain was probably filled with yellow waste, so he didn't hear it at all, and didn't even notice Gin's gaze. He just stared at the figure and said.

"I thought covering his face would make him less attractive, but I didn't expect that. Listen to his voice, it's so pitiful, it's a thousand times better than in that video..."

The person behind the glass had long, smoky gray hair loosely tied up, sticking out from a black hood and hanging down from one side of his shoulder. The gray hair piled up on the ground, and as his body trembled, it looked like he had a swaying tail.

He gasped in pain and his waist shook as if it was broken.

Mellon quickly swished his fingers together a few times, then said in a deep, hoarse voice, "If we could copy the surveillance footage here, it would probably be even more profitable than the previous one. There are plenty of people in the organization who would buy it."

"Oh? You want to do this?"

A deep male voice, neither sad nor happy, came from the side. The warmth contained in this voice was so cold that Mellan's already hot head was instantly cooled down a little. He subconsciously turned his head to look to the side, "...gin?"

The sturdy man's face suddenly turned pale, as if he suddenly woke up from a fantasy. The desire to survive overcame his abnormal obsession, and he retreated repeatedly.

"…I was just joking. I wouldn't do anything. Gin, don't take it seriously."

"Valentine is yours, and only yours."

Gin's cold green eyes appeared from behind his top hat, and the corners of his pale lips were curved in a sharp arc.

"Your last words, a mouse, are as dull as you are."

***

The torture lasted half an hour.

Half an hour later, Mo Shiyu knelt on the ground exhausted, lowered his head helplessly, tears wet the corners of his eyes, and his vision was blurred.

The door opened with a long creaking sound.

Gin wiped his hands casually, threw the blood-stained handkerchief at his feet, and stopped beside the motionless figure kneeling on the ground.

"Valentin."

Gin pulled off the hood on Mo Shiyu's head without any mercy, grabbed his hair, and bent down to look at him.

"Don't tell me you fainted from this little torture."