Artificial Life 27
The ominous premonition in Furiya Rei's heart became stronger.
Vermouth and Kill were sitting in front of him on the right - the patterns on the masks were the secret codes. He could tell from the movement of the woman's shoulders that she was raising the price, but it was obviously not going well. In the face of the temptation of immortality, humans could always burst out with unparalleled enthusiasm, and there were many big shots present that the Black Organization could not afford to offend.
But that adult was determined to get Julian...Furiya Rei frowned at the boy on the stage. The latter seemed fearless about his impending fate of becoming a living drug. He looked left and right leisurely, which made the undercover agent frown.
In fact, Furiya Rei was indeed a little distressed. If he didn't get the item through the auction in a legitimate way, then Binga, who had lurked on board the ship, would take action at any time. This man would not care about the affairs of his colleagues. Bourbon only hoped that he would not affect himself and his childhood friends.
At this moment, a waiter quickly walked onto the stage and whispered something in the auctioneer's ear. The auctioneer's face tensed for a moment. "Dear guests," the auctioneer said again, "I'm sorry, because -"
"boom--"
Furutani Rei suddenly turned around. There was no need for the auctioneer to say anything at this moment. After all, the sound that could be heard clearly even in the well-soundproofed auction hall was enough to foreshadow the problems on the Selmes. Coupled with his experience in Beika Town, he understood what the sound meant almost instantly.
There was a fire rage somewhere on the Selmes.
"Could it be..." Gil approached Vermouth and asked in a low voice. It was obvious that he had left something unsaid. There were many people in the Black Organization, and Binga, whose whereabouts were still unknown, was definitely capable of making this happen. "The situation is very chaotic now..."
“Who knows?” Vermouth crossed her legs. The auctioneer had not yet announced the suspension of the auction. Except for a few guests who turned around and left, most of the guests stayed in their seats, eagerly waiting for the key to immortality to fall into their hands. “Just one or two sounds are not enough to stop this absurd drama,” she said gracefully, like a heroine walking in the theater in the last century, with a decadent smell on her collar and a face as beautiful as a ghost. “If he wants to create chaos, he has to work harder…”
Gil felt that Vermouth looked at him meaningfully. "We'd better make plans to evacuate early," the CIA undercover calmly suggested, completely ignoring the look in the Thousand-Faced Witch's eyes. "Who knows what Binga will do?"
After all, he heard that he had been targeting Gin, and Kiel suspected that he would not notify them even if Selms sank.
"Unfortunately, your premonition was correct," Vermouth sighed regretfully, and saw Julian, led by the staff on the stage, stepping behind the curtain with his hands behind his back. "It looks like we have to leave first," she stood up, and Gil followed her respectfully, "After all, I don't want to miss the tribute."
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