The Rebellion of Inheritance - Mason Wheatley 16
Name: Mason Wheatley
Gender:Male
Age: 26
Occupation: Winery employee
Skill: Mechanized Mind (Mastery) - You can handle everything calmly, and even be suspected of being a precision machine, but we are not Detroit
Body Outline (Normal): Most attacks can't even reach your edges, but don't take it lightly, there will always be someone who can break your defense
Hacker (Peak): You are the God of Electronic Data
Special Skills: Bloodline - Unruliness is hereditary. No matter what their true intentions are, everyone in your family is rebelling in their own way.
Title: Tasmanian Rain
"Heh," Mason leaned back in his chair, looking at the panel on the system, and sighed in an unclear way, "Vermouth..."
That woman was best at turning a blind eye, Mason calculated calmly. She hated the Miyano family's research, had complicated feelings towards Karasuma Renya, and even wanted to kill him. The fact that the winery survived 19 years ago might have made her feel sorry for a long time.
It is impossible for Vermouth to cooperate with them. At most she can add fuel to the flames and watch the fire from the other side of the river. She doesn't ask for anything else. There is no Conan in the water plant.
Judy Starling's father investigated the information twenty years ago, and the winery encountered a disaster nineteen years ago... Mason thought about it, controlled the phone with his mind, and sent a text message to a certain number.
"Watch out for bugs."
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"That sniper named Kirisaki is pretty good," Mason connected with Rum again and stated his purpose directly, "After he gets the codename, ask him to come to my place."
"You're interested in this guy?" Rum was a little surprised. According to Mescal's habits, he should be more interested in Amuro Toru. Kirisaki Osamu's character is not an intelligence officer. Investigations for murder are different from those for intelligence. "He performed well in this operation?"
"Yes," Mason knew that Rum must have learned about it from Curacao in advance, "The timing of the cover was well chosen. Anyway, it should be fine, right?"
"Of course," Rum agreed readily. Zhu Fujingguang didn't fit the role of the intelligence team, so it was not bad to use him as a favor. "What do you need to do?"
"Kelver will need him."
Kelfer... Rum listened to the notification tone of the phone being hung up thoughtfully. Curacao stood beside him on standby. Their operation this time ended smoothly like every mission with Mescal. It is absolutely true that modern times are a battle of information technology. They cannot be found even on road surveillance.
"What a pity," Rum sighed. Curacao did not respond. She knew that Rum was just talking to himself. "The Whitley family is only loyal to the Boss," the second-in-command of the organization who had been eyeing this position murmured, "But it's not impossible to try to fight for it..."
After all, I might have the chance to become the boss, right?
His confidant stared at the ambitious man, his lowered eyelids hiding his murky gaze.
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