"You mean...the organization is pursuing immortality?"

"That's a possibility." Fujiwara Yuu held up his chin and boldly expressed his speculation: "No matter how rich a wealthy person is, he can't guarantee that his next generation won't be a prodigal. So, in order to maintain the status quo forever, what he pursues is longevity. Even more powerful than longevity is immortality. People like this only trust themselves the most."

"This pursuit is quite vulgar. Everyone's life is valuable precisely because it is limited. The organization wants to completely disrupt the 'market'." Zhu Fu Jingguang curled his lips in disdain. Birth, aging, sickness and death are common to all people. If the rules are broken, who knows what the world will become.

Fujiwara Yuu thought of the medicine that Miyano Shiho was making, and his expression turned a little ugly. He said coldly:

"Scotland, you have to find a way to slow down Shirley's research. You must not allow this drug to be successfully developed. You must know that lifespan has always been something that most people fear. You never know what will happen in the next second. Once the organization has a drug that controls lifespan, they will be able to easily win over more powerful forces. By then, the whole world will revolve around the organization."

Zhu Fujingguang nodded seriously, he stood up and smoothed the wrinkles on his clothes, and said:

"Sulli refused human trials because the drugs didn't meet standards. She didn't tell me much, only that the experimental drugs were poisonous and that taking them would undoubtedly lead to death."

"No wonder the organization is so eager to arrange human experiments. They really will do anything to achieve their goals." Fujiwara Yuu looked at his watch and thought about what he had to do tomorrow. He stubbed out his cigarette and said, "It's getting late. Let's go back and get some rest."

"Well, I heard from Bourbon...that you're in love?"

"cough!"

Fujiwara Yuu stared speechlessly with half-moon eyes. The only way that Furuya Rei could have known this information was simply because he asked about it when exchanging information with Kazami Yuya. He raised his hand and pinched the bridge of his nose, saying helplessly:

"When did Bourbon become such a gossip?"

"This is just out of concern for a friend, how can it be considered gossip?" Zhu Fu Jingguang smiled brightly. He turned his back and waved his hand, saying, "I'll keep a close eye on Shirley. Don't worry. See you later."

"Well, stay safe... and Merry Christmas."

"The same to you."

The dim street lights stretched his figure very long, and the combination of sweater and baseball jacket made Zhu Fujingguang shrink his neck. It was a big mistake to walk back to the safe house without a scarf in such weather.

Zhu Fushi Jingguang put his hands in his pockets and bought a few cans of beer on the way back. Ever since he taught Zero to cook, they often cooked their own meals in the safe house. After all, the operation team's food and beverage reimbursement was very low these days, and buying groceries and cooking for themselves was much cheaper than eating out.

"The total is 1480 yen."

He took out his wallet and pulled out two thousand yen bills. When he put the change back into his pocket, he happened to touch his cell phone which was vibrating.

Zhu Fujingguang was holding a plastic bag in one hand. When he opened his flip phone, he couldn't help but sigh when he saw the content of the email.

[Gin: 3pm, Dorobiga Paradise, bring your tools.]

Why do we have to go on missions on Christmas?