The Rebellion of Inheritance - Mason Wheatley
An old man who refuses to die is a thief.
Time changes many things. The once young, strong and ambitious Karasuma Renye has reached an old age with tubes inserted all over his body. The Silver Bullet series of drugs extended his life but did not bring back his health. Training Miyano Shiho so that she could take over her parents' experiment is one direction, and Kelver's Scrooso project is another.
Don't put all your eggs in one basket, this is something even children understand.
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"Turn left ahead, Gin," the brewery worker heard the command coming from the headset, "You have two minutes to evacuate."
"Mescal," the silver-haired killer sneered, "Two minutes and you've regressed."
"If you hadn't met the rat again," Mescal's tone on the other end of the headset was flat, "and if you hadn't done some unnecessary things, we wouldn't have been in such a hurry, and you wouldn't have waited for Vermouth to join you."
Gin raised his beloved partner and fired two shots, successfully silencing the two security guards. His personal assistant Vodka was still parking outside. "Action requires timing. If you keep dithering, I won't be able to explain to that adult."
"The key is in your pocket," Mescal said without comment. He maintained an aloof attitude, and unnecessary small talk and chat were just for the sake of social courtesy. "Remember to bring everything with you."
After unilaterally interrupting the call, Mescal picked up his coffee and took a sip. The man with black hair and blue eyes took off his glasses and wiped them carefully. Like Kelver, he had the dark circles under his eyes that are typical of technicians and the same serious style of doing things. At first glance, he would give people a similar illusion.
But unfortunately, they give people completely different temperaments.
Kelfer looks much more harmless, and once you get to know him, you'll feel that he's a bit of an idiot. Most people would have unrealistic fantasies about him unless they've seen his laboratory. As for Mescal, if Shiho Miyano saw him, the winery's radar would definitely be turned up to maximum immediately.
You can hardly feel any human emotions from this man. This is the common impression of Mezcal among the people in this criminal organization. His every move is overly polite and his actions are precise to the minute. There was even a winery employee who privately said that only after seeing Mezcal did they understand what the Uncanny Valley phenomenon was.
The melody of "Seven Children" sounded in the house, and Mescal opened the email and replied, "Yes, Boss, it has been recycled."
I wonder where Karasuma Renya is now... The last time we met was more than ten years ago when my grandfather took me to visit him. Mescal is a little distressed. The older he gets, the better he can hide. Even his beloved Vermouth can't figure out where this man who has gone crazy due to aging is hiding. It's a pity that even a black fifth generation like Mescal can't be seen anymore.
Mason Wheatley, his great-great-grandmother's generation followed Karasuma Renya, and his family is a veteran seat in the Black Organization. The name of the wine Mescal was inherited from them. Although he made his fortune in the Lighthouse Country, he was still tainted by Japan's terrible clan system. Blood is a natural umbrella of protection. When Mason first came into this world, his status was higher than that of the undercover agents who had gone through countless hardships to get a code name in the organization.
"well done."
Mescal narrowed his eyes as he looked at the email with an unknown address.
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