The Rebellion of Inheritance - Mason Wheatley 15
"What are your plans for funding?" Tong Xiangwang filled out a form while listening to Ishii Kazuki's "A Laugh in the Sea" in the group. "Funds are most needed in the early stages of a startup."
"Twilight Annex," Mason said without hesitation as he started to dig into the corner, "Use this first."
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Number 23 Irvine Street is an ordinary building. It looks normal from the outside. Vermouth entered easily. Even vigilance seemed unnecessary. If it weren't for the importance of the information, she would have just sent an external member to come.
She dumped the data card out of the shrunken cereal box and showed it to Mescal's camera.
"What are you going to do next?" Furiya Ling glanced at the dying Terran Maverick. After Max Swell's disguise was removed, the man fell into a semi-comatose state. He lowered his voice and spoke to the person on the other end, "Do we need to wait for the data to be confirmed?"
"No," Mescal's command sounded again, "Deal with him, Amuro."
The order was a little abrupt, but there was no surprise on Amuro Toru's face. Curacao took a few steps back, leaving space for Amuro Toru to draw his gun and put it against the man's temple. "Goodbye."
The man did not react, letting his brains and blood splatter all over the floor.
"The traitors have been successfully eliminated," Vermouth's voice was full of laughter, "It's time for the CIA to give us a bonus."
"Amuro, Curacao," Zhu Fujingguang urged at the right time. Although both of them wanted to hear Vermouth say something, the situation did not allow it. "The people monitoring outside began to surround."
"They will break into the building within three minutes. At that time, I will cut off the power supply and fire protection system and detonate the bomb in the computer room," Mescal responded calmly. Blowing up the computer that might be used to transmit data was part of the plan. "Kirisaki Osamu will conduct a deterrent sniping attack and evacuate in ten minutes. Someone will meet us in the parking lot. Vermouth will go to East Street, where a demonstration is taking place."
"Try to avoid direct conflict with the CIA," Mason said, looking at the surveillance footage of an old man sitting in a car and talking to the other side with a serious face. His eyes softened for a moment, "Data security is the priority. If necessary, Vermouth..."
"Destroy the data card immediately."
This sentence was sent in a private communication. Vermouth was not surprised at all. She drifted gracefully and dodged several tails. "Are you sure? Mescal," she said without any nervousness. "If we make a mistake and the real data is left outside, it will be difficult to explain to the boss..."
"I'm sure," Mason was used to the mystic's unnecessary probing. "The wear on the bottom edge of the data card is very distinctive. I can't be mistaken."
"That's the signature of the rats that killed my father."
“Really?” Vermouth smiled and pulled the trigger on the dashboard. The vehicle behind him slid uncontrollably and was very close to the parade location. Next, he just needed to disguise himself and blend into the crowd. “But it’s still weird, isn’t it?”
"He is not a man who would walk into a trap without realizing it."
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