Scarlet Night 4
"I think you should be aware of the organization's capabilities," Bourbon's villain Yan returned to the arena. Although his face was full of smiles, the people opposite him still felt a chill down their spines. "This gentleman from the Mud Society?"
The Nicanhui is the best channel given by Rum. Although it is not as good as the Black Organization, it is one of the most violent organizations in Tokyo. Its business covers many aspects, such as customs, real estate, usury, etc. Naturally, it also has intelligence business. After seeing off his colleague who he had not seen for a long time, Furutani Rei arrived at the agreed place and dialed the number given by the second-in-command of the organization. After a while, a man with a briefcase on his back, who was obviously a cannon fodder, came to the door timidly.
The intelligence dealer swallowed his saliva, took out a few documents from his briefcase and spread them in front of Jianggu Lingdi, "We are not involved in the investigation of Huiren Society." The blond young man flipped through the documents and frowned deeply at the bloody and cruel pictures on them. The voice of the intelligence tool from the Nimman Society was almost full of fear. "They have a clear hierarchy within the organization. Subordinates must obey their superiors unconditionally. Leakers and apostates will be extradited..."
Just by looking at the descriptions of various crime scenes in the documents, FÅ«ya Rei understood what "extradition" meant. He quickly flipped through the documents with an eerie calmness. To be honest, there was not much useful information. There were even many urban legends in it. There was very little actual information about the internal affairs of Huiren Society.
"...Is that all?" Furiya Rei threw the document in front of the intelligence dealer and snorted coldly, his purple-gray eyes were filled with indifference. "The funds allocated to you by the organization are not used to support useless people. Are you planning to use these rumors to reply to a formal code-named member?"
He folded his hands on his knees, feeling an invisible sense of oppression. "Can I think," he narrowed his eyes, "that you are underestimating the organization?"
The atmosphere in the room was so stagnant at this moment that it was hard to breathe. The intelligence agent pulled out a few pieces of tissue paper with his stubby fingers and wiped the sweat from his forehead tremblingly under Bourbon's sharp eyes.
"No," this ordinary man who would be instantly drowned if thrown into the street shook his head, "Our paper intelligence on Huiren Society is indeed all written in this document."
Paper. Furiya Rei keenly captured the key words. He did not ask questions rashly, but let the intelligence dealer continue.
"...There are indeed many elements of urban legends, but their birth sometimes also contains some information," the intelligence dealer smiled bitterly, "Huiren Society's origin is indeed in Neon, but their base camp has always been well protected by those fanatics. But at least it is not in Tokyo. I can guarantee this. If your company wants to inquire about the quality of the purchased materials, the year you need to trace back is further than you think."
"...Twenty years ago, Huiren Society conducted an experiment in Tokyo," Furiya Ling sat up straight involuntarily, with a thoughtful expression on his face, "No one knows the specific details, but we only know that during that period, Huiren Society carried out an abnormally large number of 'extraditions'. The Nimicide Society was not as large as it is now at that time, but..."
"I heard from some old people that they have seen some corpses that looked like sweet potatoes, and heard some wild beast noises that don't exist in the city."
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[Have you seen the message I sent? The prey you asked me to keep an eye out for has appeared.]
Christina put away her phone. The text message had already been sent. It was just night time in Los Angeles, and dazed people were dragging their bodies into dark corners under the old city facilities.
"That vigilante," she saw a young man walking towards her from the corner of her eye. The bulging shape of her hood looked too familiar. The blonde woman twirled her ring and sighed helplessly, "Will he clean up this city?"
I'd better deal with the small dust myself first.
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