The Rebellion of Inheritance - Mason Wheatley 13
We have done careful calculations. Mason heard the man's deep voice, with his usual cold and serious tone. Determined the next direction.
A man with a similar jawline, ear contour, and eye corners to Mason looked around the room. Does anyone else have any objections?
No. The mother's hand stroked Mason's head. They had the same black hair and blue eyes, and the mother's blue eyes were filled with true love. Honey, do as you say.
I'll prepare everything you need in advance. The grandfather with gray hair nodded. In her memory, he was a kind old man who always happily agreed with all the decisions made by his daughter.
What about you, Mason? The family meeting finally came to the turn of the only person who had not expressed his opinion. The thirteen-year-old child of the Whateley family was already old enough to participate in decision-making. Mason could feel the man's gaze on him, encouraging him to make suggestions. There was also his mother's concern and his grandfather's scrutiny. They waited for the father and son to finalize the final result. What do you think?
I approve of your decision, Father.
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In modern society, creating an island is easier than you think.
After Mescal promised to provide timely technical support, Vermouth quickly made a plan.
Toru Amuro sneaks in with Curacao, and Vermouth is responsible for disguising the two of them. During this period, Mescal will hack all surveillance, and they will have six hours to torture them to find out the location of the information. Keimitsu Morobushi will be on standby outside, ready to fire a sniper shot at the critical moment. In addition, there are one, two, three, or four unknown cannon fodder acting as consumables.
"Gin isn't coming," Vermouth teased as she applied a layer of foundation to Amuro Toru, covering up the man's dark skin. This woman's every move was full of ambiguity, "What a pity..."
She let out a long line at the end of her sentence, and Furiya Rei tactfully continued, "He and Vodka are busy in the Middle East. If they speed up, it's not impossible for them to come and clean up the mess."
But is it necessary? Everyone knows that Gin is keen on killing undercover agents, but with such a big place, no matter how hard-working a person is, he cannot manage all aspects. Even if the undercover agents are lined up waiting to be shot by Gin, it will take decades to complete the task. Does Swell's related matters require the intervention of this ace killer? With Vermouth and Curacao already present?
"No, that's hard to say," Vermouth unscrewed the lid of the cosmetics and applied it on Amuro Toru's face, as seriously as if she were completing a work of art. "That mouse nineteen years ago did something incredible..." She seemed to sigh, and Amuro Toru could hear the deep fear in her voice. "Gin has always regretted not killing him personally. Now if he misses the end..."
Vermouth stopped talking here. Fūya Rei did not yet have the power to ask further questions, so he could only silently thank him for his work and go out in advance to make preparations.
Watching his departing back and admiring her own craftsmanship, Vermouth crossed her legs and sneered into her lit cigarette.
If the mouse had been luckier, the organization might no longer exist.
Or, in other words, in the smoke, the beautiful woman with long golden curly hair had a dark look in her eyes, if the Miyano couple had not developed the "Silver Bullet" at that time.
It is very likely that Karasuma Renya was buried nineteen years ago.
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